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In More Ways Than One, Part 5 - Bad Batch x F!Reader - Wrecker

Summary: Wrecker isn't great at breaking the ice - so you do it for him.

Tags: 18+. A Smutty Mcsmutterson with plot sauce. BEWARE. Warnings: Oral (m/f receiving) unprotected PiV (there's a reason it's fiction, folks) nicknames, light polyamory, rough, but not quite hard. Let me know if there are others.

Notes: So SO much gratitude for all of you who have said such kind words to me, for my beta readers @tecker @studioramekin, @kaminocasey and @dumfanting (go check out their work) and for all the writers out there keeping me sane with all their idle hotness. Y'all know who's up next 😏. On that note - I am starting a new job and will be settling into it for a mo- my goal is for there to be one chapter a month, plus maybe some short drabble/requests here and there. But I promise, I'm here. Enough outta me- enjoy!

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Wrecker has been hiding in his bunk since he boarded the ship and stowed their special explosives safely in the hold. No, not hiding, preparing. PrePARING himself to go out there and talk to you. He didn't hide from anything.

He wasn’t prepared to go out there and face you, not yet. His mind hadn't stopped swirling with the most...amazing images of you since he found out about this whole...thing. What did they call it? 'An arrangement'. The 'arrangement' where the whole squad was taking turns making you-

He groans to himself, putting one hand over his eyes, like that will stop the images from playing. How had all of them been ok just acting normally around you this whole time? Wouldn’t they want to be as close to you as possible every moment of every day? He would. He does. He has for months.

Just the thought of you applying bacta to a blaster wound makes him smile so much- almost as much as when he gets to blow things up. That moment of anticipation right before the loud noise and the debris flying- that’s what you feel like to him. And he liked that - that level of excitement just being around you. When you hadn’t done any of the things that girls normally did when they wanted his attention, he didn’t think you wanted him. So you were just a great friend who liked to have fun and make his brothers lighten up and drink with him and help him blow stuff up. It was great. It was enough.

But…

Now he was being told that you DID want him after all? Or, you wanted him and his brothers? Why hadn’t you told him? Why hadn’t the others told him? WAS it obvious? Had he missed something? Had you been trying to say something the whole time and he just didn’t get it? This whole time he could have… he could have been…

His thoughts stray again to your lips, to your hips, to your ass, to your thighs, to what your face must look like when you’re so full you could-

KARK.

He rolls over in his bed to try and get it out of his mind. This is what was making it so DIFFICULT. Stupid imagination, making it impossible to talk to you. He must have looked like an IDIOT coming aboard and not being able to say anything. He had just seen you and frozen, remembering the com conversation, thinking about what you and Crosshair had been up to the night before. Fuck if he hadn’t made you come all over the place last night. You were probably still wet from-

SHIT.

He groans in frustration. This isn’t working. What was he supposed to do? What did you WANT him to do? Pretend like nothing happened? He was pretty sure he couldn’t talk to you without getting hard- could you tell that sort of thing? You’re a medic, but he didn’t think you would know… you weren’t like Hunter. Would Hunter know??? That’s right, Hunter had said he hadn’t been with you either- maybe he could watch Hunter first, see how to approach you and talk about whether you wanted to take him or not. You DID want to be with him, right? That’s what his brothers had meant?

He had no idea where he would start. Was he supposed to look nice? Should he polish his armor and ask you out? No no no his brothers hadn’t done that. But you were so special- maybe he should anyway. Just to show how much he liked you. That sounded nice. He smiles at the idea of being in his newly clean armor, you’re so proud and impressed with him, and happy that he did something nice for you. You give him a long kiss while he twirls you in his arms. He snuggles into the idea of making you happy, wondering what else he can do to get you to smile. Maybe he could take you out for…what did they call those- a picnic. And you would wear a pretty dress or something while you both ate, and you would kiss him when you tasted like berries and they would fall so you were on top of him, giggling and kissing, and kissing more, with his hands on your waist and your arms around his neck while he holds you closer and you start to rub yourself over him, teasing him until he’s-

KRIFF.

KRIFF KRIFF KRIFF.

NO. This wasn’t working. He wasn’t afraid of ANYTHING. And if he had to beat off before talking to you- hey, actually, that wasn’t a bad idea.

He peeks out of his bunk to see if anyone's around. Coast seems clear. The fresher is open; he could take a shower, take care of himself, then he’d be all prepared to talk to you. He would tell you he wanted to make you happy too, just like his brothers did, and everything would be ok, and you’d find time to be together, where he could hold you against the wall while he slid so smoothly into your-

GAAAAAAAAH.

He bolts up, making his way with one purpose.

“Wrecker?”

Oh, kriff.

He freezes and looks over his shoulder.

You're lying on your bunk, leaning on one elbow with a holopad in hand-

-in only your under armor.

He can see the outline of your curves, can feel the heat rising in his face. He feels his dick perking up against his codpiece, pulling him back into his fantasies again… Not ready – not ready!

You smile up at him, stretching a bit (exactly what he DIDN'T NEED RIGHT NOW). “Are you taking a shower?”

He nervously rubs the back of his neck, eyes looking anywhere but at you as he inches towards safety. “Yup, yes, just showering. Going to go shower. UH… in the refresher.”

He can hear a snicker from Crosshair’s bunk followed by a quiet “Smooth.”

Shutup, Crosshair.

“Ok,” you smile, finishing your stretch. "Sounds good."

Wrecker finally enters the safety of the fresher, frantically closing it behind him. Whew. This was gonna be fine. He was gonna be fine. He had a plan. And it was going to work out. And he was going to be fine.

He strips and turns on the water, stepping into the steam, letting the hot water fall over his scalp and down his back. He's still a bit hard from earlier, still thinking about you lying there in front of him, in the sun, smiling sweetly as you take him in hand and-

He strokes himself like it was you touching him. He closes his eyes, one hand on the shower wall while he firmly works back and forth over his cock. He’s never let himself do this before, think of you like this while he touched himself. Damn it feels good- feels even better knowing that soon it might actually be you. Fuck, what would your hand feel like - what would your lips feel like – what would your pussy feel like squeezing around him like this? Maker, he can’t wait until you're naked in front of him so he could-

“Wrecker?”

His eyes shoot open, head whirling towards where he heard his name.

You're standing there.

Watching him stroke himself.

Smiling.

Without any clothes on.

“Mind if I join you?”

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Wrecker stands up, pulling away from himself like he’s been caught in the cookie jar. “Oh I…uh…your majesty, you’re….uh….hi.”

“Hi,” you smile, a little breathless at the sight of him, warmth spreading up and through you. Big, thick, strong, tall, the steaming water lending a wet sheen to everything, his cock hard and ready-

“So? Do you?” You take slow tiny steps forward, already knowing his answer.

“Do I what?” You're inches away from him, eyes tracing up to his face.

“Mind if I join you?”

Poor thing looks like he's short circuited. Good. “Oh! Uh-um…yes- I-I mean, uh no- I mean, I, um, do-do you want to?”

You practically purr as you look up at him through your lashes. "Yes."

He steps back to give you some room, so cute that it hurts. You step in, letting the hot water stream over you while you comb your fingers through your hair. You let him get a good, long look at you like this. Wet, naked, bare. Here. With him.

Alone.

You open your eyes to see him mesmerized by you. Maker, he’s such a sweet cutie, you want to give him the galaxy.

"W-what are you doing in here?"

You smile, gently taking his hand and lacing your fingers through his. “I think I owe you an apology, Wrecker.”

He practically gulps. “You do?”

You bring his hand up to circle your waist, your warm wet body slowly pressing against his, his breath catching in his throat. “The boys told me you didn’t know, and I didn't mean for that to happen.”

You feel a very small part of him relax. “So... I wasn’t missing anything?”

You smile up at him, one hand tracing down his pecs. “No, love, not at all. I’m sorry I didn’t come talk to you sooner, I shouldn’t have assumed." Your smile goes coy. "I came in to make it up to you.”

He can’t take his eyes off of you. “Does that mean…are we going to…like right now?”

You giggle at the excited look on his face. “If you’d like to.”

He nods vigorously. You can’t stop giggling as your arms wrap around his neck and you kiss him with complete, adoring abandon.

His arms encircle you, warm water flowing down your back as he relaxes into your body. You mold to him, feeling for all the galaxy like a puzzle piece that’s found its partner. It isn’t hot and heavy, not yet, just joyful, excited, precious, like sun is shining through your veins as you explore each other’s kisses.

You both stay that way for a long moment, relishing in the closeness of your bodies, in the play of your lips. Then his hand traces down past your hips, fingers tracing along your ass under the warm water, and the energy shifts lower.

You gasp lightly at his touch, so soft but such presence to it. “Wrecker.”

He searches your eyes for any hesitation. “Do you… like that?”

“Yes,” you sigh blissfully. "Keep going?"

You kiss him again as his other hand cups your back, holding you to him while he kneads your lower cheeks. Oh, he wants to SPANK you, doesn’t he? And in a different way from Crosshair’s one off. But he’s being such a good soldier, waiting till you’ve talked before unleashing a barrage. Just that small detail relaxes you completely. You feel safe and cared for by this gentle giant of yours.

You can feel his cock still firm against your stomach, leaving little doubt about how he feels. You move one hand down his chest between you, lightly grasping his shaft between your warm bodies. He groans into your mouth and you grin- THERE we go – before shifting your hips so that his cock is nestled between your thighs.

You start to slide yourself back and forth along him, your slick combining with the hot water to help your thighs slide over the sensitive skin. His breath picks up as he looks into your eyes, realizing what you’re doing, still not quite believing that he’s here. You feel him rock against you, sliding himself from tip to hilt between your thighs, hand firmly gripping your ass as he moves to keep up with his breath.

“Oh ad’ika. Ad’ika. Fuck, just your thighs feel so good around me.”

You meet his eyes, watching his pleasure earnestly. “Do they?”

“Yes.” He groans, losing himself a bit more with each thrust.

“Can I make you feel even better?”

He looks at you though crazed eyes, unable to stop himself to even consider your question.

You lean away from him, pushing him lightly against the wall before you kneel. His groan at the loss of contact becomes a strangled gasp when you guide his cock into your mouth, taking as much of him as you can and sliding your hand down the rest. Karking tooka balls, this man is BIG. You are going to need some practice to get all of him down your throat. Glancing up at his enraptured face, you don’t really think he’ll mind putting in the extra training time.

You smile up at him as you start to move up his shaft, trailing your tongue around his spongy dome, tasting the precum weeping out of his tip. You hold up his shaft while you run your lips down the underside of him, tongue carefully tracing along. His balls are tight up against his body, a testament to how fucking turned on he is, and the sound he makes when you take them into your mouth is practically orgasmic. His hand finds your hair, weaving firmly but not tightly.

“Ad…ad’ika. This is so…”

Every word he utters sends your heart aflutter. He could take what he wants from you, instead he’s accepting it graciously, with reverence- and you can bring him to that point. Kriff, it was precious- and so so hot. You trail your tongue back up to his tip and capture his eyes with yours.

“I’m going to go faster now, ok Wreck?”

He nods, hand tightening a bit in your hair.

You watch him as you take him into your mouth as far as you can, swallowing so he feels the back of your throat. You know his moan can be heard outside, know that Hunter and all the rest know what you’re up to, and you can’t help but shiver. He’s moving himself slowly along your lips, eyes glazed as he slowly loses himself to the sensation of your warm mouth on his hot rod.

His ragged breath against the sound of the water is all you can hear for a moment- and it’s all you need. You start to bob your head a bit faster, feeling him slide along your tongue as his pace picks up, the water from the shower keeping you in time. He can’t keep his eyes on you anymore. Too overwhelmed, he lets his head fall back with a gruff groan, wanting to feel every… last…inch of you. TAKING. Him.

“I… ad’ika, what do I do if I'm going to come? I shouldn’t, right? I want to make you feel good, been waiting so long to make you feel good.”

“Come down my throat first, big boy. I want to feel you empty yourself into me while I watch.”

"Kriff kriff kriff kriff yes yes yes I’m going to come ad’ika. I’m going to come down that pretty throat of yours I’m- UHNNNNNN.” He’s careful not to choke you, but he pushes in as much as he can, shooting himself as far as he can go. You can feel the wave of his release spread through him, releasing a whole day of pent up want and need in one glorious moment.

You lightly suck him clean as he pants his euphoria, not wanting to miss any of him. He watches as you slowly trace up and off, gently palming him to keep him grounded, standing to kiss him with his taste on your lips. He groans, tasting the proof of your mouth's efforts.

As he finally comes down, he looks into your eyes, blissed out, yes, but a little sad.

“What…about you?” He says, arms wrapping around you and pulling you to his chest. “I want to make you feel good like that.”

You trace a hand down the side of his face, kissing him again. Of course he did. “It might be a bit difficult in here.”

He blushes a little, looking away. “Oh. Yeah, I’m not… I haven’t had a lot of chances to learn how.”

You nuzzle his nose, earning his eyes. “I don't mind helping you practice. We'll just take it slow.”

Wrecker pouts. "OOOoooOOOOHH. I don’t LIKE taking it slow.”

You giggle. There he was, that big goofball. "So don't."

Your laugh makes him grin, his cute mischievous, floppy smile that makes you glow. He picks you up and pushes you through the water to the far wall, careful to avoid the hardware. He has you breathless as he positions you on his hips, tracing his hands over your breasts, your stomach, your thighs- he stops at the bite mark on your crease.

“Who left this?” His voice is curious.

You refuse to feel embarrassed. Dammit. It's not like he doesn't KNOW what you were doing last night. “Crosshair.”

He looks up at you. “Did you like it?”

“Yes.”

He looks back to the bite, tracing it with his fingers. “Was he good at making you come with his mouth?”

Uh-oh. “Wrecker, you don’t need to compare yourself.”

“What?” He looks up at you in surprise. “No, no. I mean, would he be a good teacher?”

Surprised, you tilt your head to the side. “To teach you? Well, knowledge wise, yes, I suppose soOOO-“

You’re in his arms, up over his shoulder, the water is turned off, and he’s heading out the fresher door.

“Hey Crosshair!” Oh no.

“What.” Comes the irritated answer from Crosshair’s bunk.

“Show me how to do this.” Oh NO.

More irritation. “Show you how to do WHAT?”

“How to eat her pussy and leave marks like this.”

You hear something drop to the floor of the cockpit. “WHAT did he just say?”

Crosshair’s privacy curtain is yanked back and Crosshair’s head peeks out. He looks at Wrecker, sees the position you’re in, the embarrassment on your face, and GRINS.

“Put her on her bunk.”

He leaps off his bed as Wrecker lowers you onto yours, long legs getting him to the cockpit door in record time. You hear the door close and lock, followed by Tech’s pained voice.

“Crosshair-“

“No. Can’t have ALL of you with my secrets.”

“At least record her reactions!! CROSSHAIR!!!”

Crosshair turns to see you on your back, face flushed and turned to the side. with Wrecker kneeling in front of you,

You keep your legs closed, completely overwhelmed and embarrassed under their gaze, the small heat of excitement buried under it all the only thing keeping you from completely curling in on yourself. You cannot believe this is happening. You knew this was a possibility at one time or another, maybe, but right now? This soon? Like THIS? Without any warning??

Crosshair sinks down next to Wrecker.

“Don’t be shy, Princess. Let us see your pretty pussy, mmm?” You want to say no. You REALLY want to say no. But the tiny voice underneath everything, at your core, whispers ‘yes’. Traitor. You slowly let your legs fall open, afraid to meet either of their eyes. “That’s a good girl.”

You can hear Wrecker’s breath picking up at the sight of you laid bare like this. The sound makes you squeeze around nothing, which they can see, which makes you squeeze more.

Crosshair's voice is laced with arousal- and authority. "Alright. Rule 1, and most important: enjoy yourself, and make sure she knows you're enjoying yourself." Crosshair smiles as he nestles himself against your thigh, kissing your hot skin with a brush of his lips. You gasp as you shut your eyes, feeling your face burning like a fire.

"Wow," Wrecker murmurs, fascinated. "That just from a kiss?"

You hear Crosshair's smirk, feel him plant a kiss closer to the bruise he left on you the night before, eliciting a small whimper. "It's easy when you've been riling her up this whole time."

You glance down as Wrecker at the excitement in his voice. "I have?"

Crosshair smirks as you. "Probably helps that she loves us watching her so much. Shy in front of an audience, Princess?" His eyes glint mischeviously. "Good to know."

You're on fire again, looking away, trying to keep your hands from covering your face.

"Alright, Wrecker, watch carefully."

Crosshair shows Wrecker everything he learned the night before about what your body craves. How you scream and squirm when he kisses here or bites there. He demonstrates the techniques he’s learned make you gasp rather than moan, when to tease, when to give, when to take. He practices each and every example on you, ignoring the bucking of your hips or your pining for more.

Then it’s Wrecker's turn.

Where Crosshair was firm, experienced, Wrecker is eager, excited, messy, he wants to TASTE you. Every moan and sigh from your lips is a victory point for him. Soon he’s adding a finger into you and you can’t keep yourself from crying out. Fuck, you know they can hear this in the cockpit. These two eating you out one at a time, but together, while the others listen, ACHING to be there with you- you couldn’t even imagine this in your FAVORITE fantasies.

Then Wrecker bites your other crease, and you can’t help it, you SCREAM your pleasure.

You look down just in time to see the fist bump exchange between him and Crosshair, both so smugly satisfied at their handiwork.

“I’ll leave you to it. You pass if you can make her come without my help.” Crosshair says through his grin, turning to head out. He pauses and places a toothpick between his lips. “And I want to HEAR it.”

“Al-RIGHT.” Wrecker has always loved a challenge. With a final smirk in your direction, Crosshair turns and lets himself into the cockpit, closing the door behind him.

Wrecker’s tongue returns to your clit, his finger continuing to explore inside you, stretch you. You moan as he finds the spongy spot Crosshair just told him about, grinning with satisfaction at the little cry that falls from your lips as your head tilts back. Damn did he learn that fast. Maybe Cross WAS a good teacher, when he put his mind to it.

You feel another finger slip into you while he sucks at your clit, your hips bucking down toward him, taking both fingers in faster than you meant to. “Fuck Wrecker, FUCK. Please go faster. I can take it, please.”

You can hear his breath hitch in his throat in his pleasure, his fingers starting to pump faster in a curved motion up against your g spot. A hand flies to his perfect bald head, nails all but scratching marks for the world to see, the other pushing against the bulkhead to get closer to his penetrative perfection. He gently sucks on your clit, using the pulsating move Cross showed him minutes before. You look down at him between your legs, beneath your hand, eyes so eager to please, so excited to have you right where he wants you.

“Fuck, ad’ika, louder. Know you want to.”

You stop trying to hold it in. Each pump of his fingers rings a cry from your lips, your walls tightening around him with each noise you make, making each pump that much stronger, and the cycle feeds itself. Until finally, you’re so close. So so close. And you want the others to know that you’re about to…

“I’m going to come! Oh FUCK Wrecker please don’t stop please please please I- oh MAKER!” It’s like a dam breaking, the sudden convulsing of all your muscles around his thick, perfect fingers, pulling him further into you as your hips desperately ride him for every inch of pleasure he can give you. He laps at you, easing you down like a pro, massaging you through your last convulsions until you're just left panting.

“Kriff, ad’ika. That was so hot.” He removes his fingers, still covered in you, pleasantly surprised at what he can do to you. He’s up and over you, kissing you gently with your taste on his lips, his tongue eager to fill you again. You can feel him stroking his cock with your juices, swallowing his deep groan into your kiss as you buck against him, eager to cover him with more of you.

“Fuck ad'ika I want you so badly like this. Can I…?” You feel him at your entrance, his head barely breaching you. Your hands slide around the back of his neck as he leans down to kiss yours, his ragged breathing warm on your collarbone.

"Slowly, slowly love. You’re so big. I have to stretch to your size, Wrecker. UHN.”

He pushes in so slowly, one inch at a time, maddeningly slow, pushing you just to the edge of bursting. You both groan in tandem as he hits your limit, still leaving about an inch of him outside of you. “Wait, wait, let me. Nnnn. Maker Wrecker you’re so big I’m so full I'm so FULL.

"KRIFF ad'ika.” Your body shivers at the growl so uncharacteristic of him, betraying the control he is struggling to maintain. “You are so TIGHT. Not even MOVING in you and you feel so good.”

He pulls out a bit and gently pushes back in, his gruff groan muffled as his head falls to your shoulder. “And so wet. So wet for me ad’ika. My ad’ika. Tell me when I can...” He can’t even finish, opting instead to lightly bite your neck, leaving a mark right next to Crosshairs. You squirm under the amazing sensation, pushing yourself against him, slowly starting to buck and ride along his length. You’ve never been more ready in your life.

“Wrecker… I’m-“

“FUCK yes.” He’s never been one for control, but whatever control he had, he abandons it now. You can feel his need taking over, the lust, the passion, the karking WANT in him as he starts to fuck into you. His hands are planted above your shoulders, keeping you from sliding away from him. He looks down at your face to watch your eyes glaze, devouring the blissed out look that only he can see.

"So beautiful, mesh'la. Can't-nnn- TAKE how good you feel."

He doesn’t even notice when he starts pushing that last inch into you- but you do, and good Gods, Mother, Maker, you LOVE it. You've heard of the c-spot before, but lord is Wrecker making you a believer.

“Wrecker, yes yes YES. Don't stop, PLEASE.”

You can’t even care how loud you’re crying now, his cock hitting so far inside of you that you swear he’s practically in your stomach. It’s blinding, it overwhelming, you can’t fucking talk because there is nothing but his huge, thick, pulsating cock pushing inside of you. Your hands can only hold onto his arms for dear life, all while listening to the filthiest things you've ever heard come from his mouth.

“Kriff, ad’ika, that’s right, take me, take ALL of me just like that. I can feel you squeezing me while I fuck your tight little hole. I’m going to come so hard in your beautiful pussy, going to fill you up with so much come. Fuck, TAKE it mesh’la. TAKE it. YEAH."

His words have you floating up and out of your body, his blissful bass shattering your earthly tether as you continue to lose yourself to the intensity of him filling you. There is nothing else but his voice in your ears, his warmth at your fingertips, and the bliss of him entering you again and again. You can feel his thrusts speed up as his voice deepens.

"You feel me ad’ika? Feel how much I wanted to fuck you like this? UHN YES it feels so good, gonna make me bust so hard inside of you. Going to EMPTY myself into you. That’s right. Every last drop of me, and you’re going to take it all. Oh yeah, gonna take ALL of me when I come.”

You can faintly register how soon you're going to reach your peak, can barely think enough to contemplate forming the words. “Wre…cker…I’m…goi…to…”

His growling groan is the final straw. “That’s right, ad’ika. That’s right, come for me. Come for me while I come inside you. Kriff ad'ika you’re squeezing me so HARD. FUCK.”

Your combined cries are so loud they seem to shake the whole ship. You FEEL him spill into you, feel the warmth as his hips stutter and his stride slows while you pulsate around him, milking him of everything he has to offer. You can’t seem to stop coming- every time you think you’re done, you clench again around him, setting off another wave through you. You finally start to come down as he kisses you, his cock still inside while he ruts away, surfing your high as you do his. He finally lays his head on your collar bone, panting from losing himself so thoroughly.

“Did I…I didn’t hurt you, did I? I think I… went too hard…”

You almost chuckle- but you can't find the breath. Instead you gently squeeze his arm and turn to kiss his wrist. “Great Mother, Wrecker, no. That was amazing.”

He beams, then gently pulls out of you, groaning as you clench one last time- a parting shot. He pets your hair, placing a lingering kiss on your forehead, then disappears for a moment, coming back with a rag from the fresher. You reach to take it from him, but he intercepts your hand and kisses it, cleaning you up himself. You giggle at how careful he’s being, after you were able to handle him so rough before- but you aren’t complaining. Throwing the rag to the side, he slides down next to you, entwining his limbs around you in a blanket of blissful adoration and care. You turn your head to kiss him, basking in the purity of his feelings, entwining right back. You feel so safe, so cared for, so blissfully content, that you don’t realize your eyes are closing until you hear your own deep breathing lulling you to sleep. You smile to yourself, hoping he hears you as you drift off –

“My Wrecker. My Wrecking ball.”

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You don’t know how long it’s been since you fell asleep, or how close you are to your destination. All you know is that you wake up cold.

The ship is quiet. The door to the cockpit is open again, you’re naked on your bunk- and Wrecker isn’t there.

You sit up slowly, biting your lip to keep your groan quiet- you ache in the most DELICIOUS of ways, but you don’t want to broadcast it. (Right now, anyway). You hear the hum of the engines, sleep breathing coming from multiple sources around you, and… small noises coming from the cockpit.

You stand and stretch before gingerly putting on your under armor. After a glance at the bunks you can tell that everyone seems to be accounted for- except Wrecker. His turn on watch, then; that explained his absence. Duty called.

You walk into the cockpit expecting to find him in his usual position – leaning back in the pilot’s chair, watching the blurred stars of hyperspace- but as you get closer, you see he isn’t there- isn’t in EITHER of the front seats.

He’s sitting in the center of the cockpit floor.

On a regulation blanket.

With two canteens and two ration bars laid out.

He turns as you walk in, face brightening with his sudden smile. He jumps up and sweeps you up in a kiss, spinning you around with his lips locked on yours. You giggle as he sets you down, nuzzling him as he pulls away.

“What’s all this?”

He blushes a bit, rubbing the back of his head while he steps away to show you his handiwork.

"Well, I, uh… I wanted to do something nice for you. I know it’s not outside, a-and there’s usually more food, but it’s a…it’s a picnic.

Your heart leaps so high you’re afraid it will hit the ceiling. “For me? You put together a picnic for me?”

“Y-yeah.” He smiles that beautiful lopsided smile again. “Do you like it?”

You leap into his arms to kiss him again, catching him by surprise and knocking him onto his back.

“Yes.”

His smile could light up a whole solar system. You lean in to capture some of that for yourself, hands framing his face, hips straddling his, his hands falling to your hips while he settles into your embrace. Your vulva brushes against the plastoid of his codpiece, prompting a small gasp from your lips.

“What? What is it?” Wrecker worries, hands immediately up and away from you.

Just…something’s a little uncomfortable.” You sit up and reach behind you, undoing the bindings of his codpiece before tossing it away onto the floor. You turn back to him, a mischievous smile on your face as you settle yourself against his already thickening cock.

“There. That’s MUCH better.”

You love the way his eyes practically roll into the back of his head. “Maker…YEAH.”

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Crosshair had walked in to the cockpit, wiping his chin, toothpick in place. Tech immediately marched up to him, incensed (well, irritated, which for him was practically incensed).

"I hope you realize what an opportunity you've just cost us."

“Oh, don't be like that. Let him have his fun.”

“There is IMPORTANT DATA being LOST right now because-”

“Kriff the data. You can gather all you need to from here.”

“Fuck Wrecker, FUCK. Please go faster. I can take it, please.”

"See? Like you're practically there."

"But I am NOT. And I can't possibly know the variables at play, and Wrecker won't REMEMBER-"

Hunter looked to where Echo leaned back in his seat, turning to face the hyperlane flying by. His flushed cheeks and dilated pupils betraying his excitement. "How are we ever going to get anything done around here? Aren’t we supposed to be soldiers?"

“I’m going to come! Oh FUCK Wrecker please don’t stop please please please I- oh MAKER!”

Echo closed his eyes and inhales deeply, trying to calm the hammering in his chest.

Hunter laughed, eyes glinting with satisfaction as he listened to everything happening with his squad.

"Come on, Corporal. Where would be the fun in that?"

Hunter has been hoping you would wake up to join Wrecker- and he isn't disappointed.

He can hear the happiness in your voice at the big guy's surprise- it made him smile himself. Wrecker would be good at this sort of thing- the sweet little touches that the rest of them might overlook. Just like Echo with his compliments, and Tech with his subtle support, like Crosshair with his carnal knowledge, and him with... hm, well, whatever he brought to the table.

All of them together could do this. All of them together would be enough, MORE than enough. He'd always sworn to keep this squad together- he was determined to keep it together through this, too.

The sound of plastoid hitting durasteel brings him back to the moment. He can hear lips locking, hearts pounding, a small gasp - the clicks of releasing buckles, and a codpiece hitting the ground. He can't help but smirk. Trust you to be hungry even after getting stuffed to the brim. Thank fuck for that- now it's more of a question as to whether five men could satisfy you, rather than the other way around.

He can hear you slide down on Wrecker's cock, the sinful squish of your walls, the vibrations of your longing moan, the smell of the sweat beading on your temple as your heart speeds your blood through your veins. FUCK he could feel all of you reacting to his brother filling you. Could feel the hitch in your breath as he starts to fuck up into you, murmuring your pet name like a prayer.

He could go join you two. He could- he was sure neither of you would mind. He could watch you take him down your throat while Wrecker fucked up into you, your cries vibrating through him to help work him even higher-

No.

Each of them got their turn. Each of them had their time. They'd get to share eventually. But first they all had to make their 'claim'.

He slowly frees himself from his under armor, gently stroking himself in time with Wrecker's thrusts into your pussy. With this one down, you had made it through four of the five squad members.

It was his turn next.

And kriff, did he hope you were ready for him.

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In More Ways Than One, Part 4 - Bad Batch x F!Reader - Crosshair

Summary: He's been very, very patient. You haven't made it easy. And he's going to make you pay for that.

Tags: 18+, y'all. Smut with a side of plot sauce. NSFW.

Warnings: Oral (m/f receiving) unprotected PiV (there's a reason its fiction, folks) nicknames, mentions of anal and polyamory, rough, but not quite hard. Let me know if there are others.

Notes: This. took. for. EVEEEER!!! It's like I've been wrestling with a rancor. I wanted it to be one way and the story went 'nope, kriff off, I'm going this way'. So. Here's Crosshair. Thanks to @kaminocasey and @dumfanting for being my betas again. And thank you to everyone who has liked/ commented/ asked to be tagged/ reblogged. It makes my heart glow with relief and love. 💚💙

Word count: 6k

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Nails scratching down his back, hair woven between his fingers, hips meeting his in rhythm, heels pressing into his lower back for a better angle-

Crosshair’s eyes snap open as he feels himself start to harden at his thoughts. He glances around their temporary barracks on the Requiem, checking to see if anyone noticed. Tech is lying in his bunk reading something on his holopad. Wrecker is passed out in his own bunk, still dressed in his armor, lightly snoring. Echo and Hunter are playing a game of dejarik, the little squeaking noises and cries the only sound in the room.

The quiet is peaceful - and driving him insane. He glances at a nearby chronometer. 15 minutes. 15 karking minutes, and then you would be wrapped around him, moaning as his teeth finally found the hollow in your throat-

It’s been like this since the batch first touched down on the Requiem. Crosshair tried to get you to stay on the Marauder with him while the others went to the debriefing, protocol be damned- but you decided to be a tease instead.

“Now now, we have to be responsible soldiers today,” you said, hand tracing down his neck while he had you pushed against the barracks’ bulkhead. “But…” you looked up at him through your eyelashes, a coy smile on your face, “just for today.”

Adrenaline and want surged to his groin at the promise in your eyes. “Good.”

Then they’d headed out for their mission- another 2/3 days of being ‘responsible soldiers’ with no time to throw you onto his bunk and have his fucking way with you, no matter HOW MUCH you teased him- and oh had you teased him.

Then, THEN, once you were all finally back on the Requiem, you had told him to come over to your single room AFTER your KARKING CAF TIME with the reg Captain and his squad. He could see it, the mischievous glint in your eyes as you’d said it. You knew EXACTLY what you were doing to him, as best as he tried to hide it. Fucking brat. Fucking beautiful, teasing, maddening brat.

He couldn’t get enough of it.

Maybe he should be late, just to show you. Just to make you squirm a little, to wonder if he was coming at all-

The chronometer hit time and he was out of his bunk before he could stop himself. He cursed internally. Traitor. He started for the door.

“Don’t forget your helmet,” Hunter said, eyes still on the game. “Never know what will happen in the middle of the night.”

Crosshair smirks as he grabs his head piece en route. “I know what can happen”

His brothers all smile to themselves as the door swishes closed behind him. So do they. So. Do. They.

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You had most definitely NOT been counting down the minutes till Crosshair came over. You had not been thinking about his hands all over you during the mission, or his mouth on you during your meetup with the 501st. You had not practically run back to your room after pleading exhaustion, and you were DEFINITELY not stripping off your armor and laying it out of the way in anticipation of his arrival.

That would have made it way too easy for him.

“Hello, Princess.”

He’s here. The door closes, and he locks the keypad behind him. You want to throw some welcoming quip at him, some retort, but for all of your attempts to keep the upper hand, your heart is pumping too fast, your skin is so alive that you can only breathe and watch as he walks up to you, putting his helmet down on the table beside you.

There aren’t any words. There’s just a passionate rush as he kisses you, pushing you up against the bulkhead and lifting your legs up around his waist. You’re both so hungry for each other that you’re shocked you don’t tear each other apart. His tongue pushes through to yours as your hands entwine in his silver hair, his lips pulling everything out of you piece by piece. This is what you imagined in the bar, kissing him in front of those troopers- this moment of melting and lust and passion and desire.

You gasp into his mouth as his plastoid codpiece pushes against your cunt, rutting against you, teasing your clit with promises of better things. He picks you away from the wall, carrying you over to your built-in bunk and perching you on your bedside, his body slotted between your thighs. You hear his armor start hitting the floor- he’s practically ripping it off in his need to touch you bare-skinned. His shirt and yours join his armor on the floor before he pushes you down into the mattress, hands trapping your wrists. You can feel the skin of his chest as he lays atop you, one hand tracing down your side and over your black bottoms. You can feel his sigh, or is it a growl? as his fingers glide against your clothed core.

“Fuck I can already feel how wet you are, Princess.” You feel his other hand weave into your hair and tighten, pulling your head back with an ecstatic cry. “So wet and making pretty noises for me.” His mouth finds your throat and you feel his teeth, pulling out another cry while his fingers keep your head out of his way. He sucks hard to leave his own mark opposite his brothers’, the fresh bruising contrasting to their fading tinges. His long supple fingers trace over your body, surveying his empty canvas.

“They stopped there?” He chuckles, sending a thrill up your spine. “Amateurs.”

You melt under the heat of his tongue as he trails down your chest, his hands gently massaging your breasts and down your sides as he loses himself in his work. He’s so gentle as he traces and sucks around your nipples, listening to your breathy gasps to repeat or discontinue. The amount of times you have wondered how that tongue would feel against you, and it doesn’t come CLOSE to the mastery he’s exhibiting. Fuck, you’re getting so lost in the sensation you can’t keep still, hands finding their way into his hair while your hips thrust in protest at being ignored.

His bite to your breast is sudden, accompanied by a low, guttural, needy moan at your sharp pleasured gasp. He sucks the new bite mark to remove some of the sting. “That’s right, good girl, let me mark you, make you mine. You’re being so good for me.”

You groan at the praise, hips roiling against his chest, feeling his muscular frame between your thighs.

“I don’t know… for how much… longer.” You should really care about how needy you sound. You don’t.

“Behave Princess. I’m not done yet.” he smiles against your skin, tracing kisses down toward your belly button.

“But I want it so BAD.”

“Then you shouldn’t have made me wait through your little caf date, should you?” Argh, the tease in his voice makes you buck, hand moving towards your core involuntarily- you had to have SOMEthing, you need it so bad-

He catches your hand and firmly pins it over your head, looking down into your eyes.

His smirk is dangerous- and so, so sexy. “Be.Have. Don’t make me tie you down, Princess.”

Your breath catches in your throat. “Cross,” You clench at the thought of your hands tied above your head, leaving you completely at his mercy. “That isn’t helping.”

He chuckles to himself. Beautiful jerk did that on purpose. “Maybe this will.” He pulls your leggings off, tossing them to join the pile on the floor.

“Keep your hands above your head, or I stop. Understand?” God the command in his voice sends you deeper, too far gone to argue. Tonight.

His kisses trace down from your belly button to the crease where your hips meet your thighs, tracing the seam up and down, his tongue and teeth always hovering right behind his lips. You know what’s coming, you’re trying to keep yourself under control, but your skin NEEDS this, NEEDS to feel him finally sink his teeth into you. “Nnnn, don’t… tease… please Cross just do it. AhhhMaker, AHH!” You feel his teeth latch right in the crease’s center, one hand pressing your thigh down so he can suck as deep a mark as he wants into your waiting flesh. Just the force of his body keeping you bare makes you wetter, to say nothing of the thought that he is MARKING you for his brothers to see. ‘Like THIS, boys.’

It's over too soon, leaving you panting, your hands finding purchase in your hair to keep them up over your head- and keep his mouth right where it is.

“There,” he kisses your newest bruise, pulling a whimper from your lips. “Was that so hard?”

He looks up to your frantic face, contorted in craving as your thighs desperately rub together to try and create any form of friction. His grin is almost evil as he watches you mewling and pining in unfulfilled desire.

“Do you need me yet Princess?” Your answering moan is barely coherent. “Mmm. I thought so.” He gently grips your chin, making you look down at him with your lust blown eyes. “THIS is what you’ll get when you’re a brat, Princess,” he vows, “teased and tormented until you’re half-mad. And the whole squad is going to know this rule. So don’t think you can go to one of them instead. Understood?”

“Y-yes. I understand- Cross-“

“Ask me nicely, Princess.”

“Please, please. I NEED you or I’m going to lose my mind-

He doesn’t even let you finish before he’s breaching your slit with his tongue, firmly flicking against your clit. Your nails dig into the pillow above your head, your strangled cry reverberating through the ship itself, speaking to the desires you’ve been holding back for cycles.

“Ah Princess. Knew you would taste amazing.” His hands circle under your thighs, bringing you closer to his mouth as he gently sucks on your lips, tongue circling your throbbing clit.

His tongue lets itself in to the inner most folds of your vulva, laying waste to every part he can, sucking here, lavishing there, all while gently circling around your engorging clit, teasing it as you mewl for more. “Wanted to do this for so long. Want them all to watch how it’s karking done.” You’re so lost in the build up to your high you can hardly focus on his words, but each one thrums through you and speeds up your climb.

“Ah, Cross it feels so good, your tongue feels so good.”

“I want you to think of this next time any reg dares to approach you. Got it?” He takes your whole clit in his mouth, gently sucking at pulsating intervals.

“K-Kriff. Just like that…I’m going to-“ So close, so close, just a little…bit… more…

…you feel his mouth pull away from you, leaving you trying to climb with no ladder.

“Ah, no, nonono WHY?” You whine with need and frustration, pained eyes meeting his gleeful ones.

“You didn’t answer me, Princess.”

“Fuck, YES Crosshair, I understand, if they ever dare, you little- ah!” He silences you with one curl of his tongue against your throbbing pearl.

“Good girl. Let’s try that again.”

You feel one of his perfectly long, supple fingers slip inside of you, humming in pleasure as he watches how easily its sucked inside of you. He slowly curls in towards himself, up towards your spongy spot, watching you as you writhe for him. He gently sucks on your clit with the same pulse as before, letting his tongue run back and forth as he finger fucks you. You rock your hips in time with him to try and sate yourself faster, but you don’t dare move your hands from where they are, entwined in your own hair, pulling lightly to keep some kind of grounding here in reality.

“You taste so good, Princess. I could drink you all night. Maybe I will.”

Karking hell, Maker, please don’t ever let this stop. You had been dreaming of him between your thighs like this since you first saw him pop a toothpick. And he said he wanted to show the others how to do this too? The thought alone had you tensing up, feeling yourself rise as his finger hits you right there…

“AH, I’m so close I’msoclose please don’t stop this time-”

“That’s my pretty thing. Let go, I’ve got you.”

Relieved, you let go, let yourself float as he brushes you over the crest of the wave that just keeps building…

“Kriff, I’m coming, oh Maker I’m coming!” You cry as hushed as you can, feeling yourself crash down from your crest, thrusting up towards him while you ride his face to completion. It’s overwhelming, the convulsing, your walls squeezing around his finger, his tongue as he massages your clit through its high. You can feel your joints loosening as you start to land…

“Such a good girl for me,” he purrs with a grin on his face, tongue still lavishing you. “Give me another one.”

Before you can protest, you feel his finger slide back through your wetness, curving up to rub circles around your special spot. You groan or whine or both as he eats you out with doubled hunger, adding another finger to stretch you further. Your eyes roll back as your hips buck. You barely keep your hands tangled in the pillow, grasping so hard you’re afraid you’ll tear it.

“Not fair!” You cry, writhing around him.

“Too bad.” He answers, finger fucking you harder. “Now, give. Me. Another one.”

The growl in his voice sends you over again, leaving you swearing and praising and begging and moaning. You can feel his smile against your cunt as your clit slides over his tongue, guiding you down from the most of it- before he adds a third finger to your already stretched hole.

You look down at him in shock as his mouth closes around your clit AGAIN. There’s a wicked glint in his eye and his fingers start to pump you again.

“C’mon, mesh’la. One more for me.”

You can barely find the words to protest. “I can’t it’s too good. Please it’s too much it’s just too good.” You plead. “Crosshair.”

“Yes you can, Princess, you could do two for Tech, you can do three for me.”

The sudden heat in your belly pulls your eyes back to his face. “Tech…what?”

“Oh yes, he told me. So pleased with himself.” He smirks at the disbelief in your eyes. “Now mesh’la, did you really think we weren’t going to try and top each other?”

You have a snappy come back, you swear you do, but it’s lost in the blinding pleasure of your third orgasm overtaking you at the thought, your head hanging back as you cry out your incoherent pleasure, rules forgotten as your hands fist into his hair so you can ride out the extent of your wave. You can feel Crosshair’s pleased growl through your clit, sending a jolt through your final wave of pleasure.

You can’t move, you’re utterly boneless as you feel his tongue pull away from you. You find his lips on yours, kissing you with your taste still clinging to his lips. You moan into his mouth, his tongue finding its opening, letting you taste yourself on him in its heady combination.

You feel his straining cock beneath his blacks, so fucking needy as it pulsates against your thigh. “Did I already wear you out, mesh’la? Do you need a- mmph.”

Your hand grips his rigid cock through his blacks, glazed eyes still on his. You watch his darken as you pull him out, your bare hand pumping him a few times before lining him up with your entrance. His breathing is heavy, his eyes so, so hungry. “You were saying?”

He sinks into you with the most deliciously sinful groan in your ears before swearing under his breath. “KARK Princess. Still so fucking tight for me after all of that.” God he’s hitting that point in you, the one you thought unreachable until you started sleeping with the squad, the pressure maddening in its delicacy.

You try to move your hips, rocking back and forth, anything to get him to start MOVING in you, to press harder against that spot. He looks down at you with a ravenous smirk.

“Oh? Do you want something, mesh’la?” Ugh even breathless he is such a kriffing TEASE. You buck your hips against his, pleading with your eyes since your mouth can’t seem to form words.

His hips roll up into you, making you whimper as your head is thrown back. “This? Is this what you want?” He slowly starts thrusting into you, the squelch of your walls squeezing him egging him on as he sets a steady pace. Kark, finally. FINALLY. You can barely move, it feels so good having him finally fuck into you, hearing that blissful catch in his breath as you tighten around him with each thrust. Karking hell, your swollen clit, your bruised hip, breast- you stare up at him as he speeds up, splitting you open while staring his own lust into your eyes. “That’s right, Princess. Take me. You’re taking me so well. You like when my cock fucks you open like this? You like taking me while I slide through your wet fucking pussy, after I make you come all over my face? Like being such a good girl for me?”

Fuck, his words wind you tighter- for such a silent mother fucker during the day, he sure has a filthy kriffing mouth now. How the hell does he DO that?

His breath is ragged- karking hell he’s getting off on this too. He’s watching your eyes roll back into your head and it’s driving him wild. He puts his thumb to your lips - you take it into your mouth without thinking about it. His eyes darken as you suck him hungrily, wishing it was something else.

“FUCK that’s right, show me how you would take them while I fucked you like this. My dirty kriffing Princess aren’t you? Wants to take as many of us as she can at once, doesn’t she?”

You moan around his thumb, your cunt fluttering around his cock. Mother, any more words like this, any tighter, and you’re done for…

“You feel so fucking good, mesh’la. I can FEEL how close you are. Kriff, can feel you clenching as you take my thumb in your mouth. I can’t wait to feel you come on my cock, feel you squeeze me as you scream for more.”

You can’t hold your head up anymore. “Ah, ah, ah, Crosshair… I’m…”

His hips speed up their rhythm, hands working together to fuck you speechless. “That’s right Princess. Give it to me. I’ve got you, come for me.”

Your cry is strangled as your nails dig into his back, making him groan into your shoulder as your orgasm erupts and blossoms through it’s roiling waves, clenching around him as you’re falling apart at the seams, undone by so many orgasms in quick succession.

Before you can fully come down, you hear him whisper in your ear.

“Roll over for me, Princess.”

You’re thoughtless, mindless as you roll over, face and arms onto the pillow feeling his hands gently guide your hips up.

“Such a good girl for me mesh’la. That’s right, on your knees, just lay your head right there and let me- NNNN.

He sinks into you again, pushing in with little to no resistance, both of you crying out together as your juices flow freely down his cock and onto the sheets. You whimper with pleasure at being so full when you’re this sensitive, unable to do anything but feel as he starts to thrust into you again. You brace yourself against what serves as a headboard, barely able to hold yourself up, but Maker does it feel so good. You don’t think you can come again, you’re so fucked out, but you’ve been proven wrong twice tonight. You feel yourself clench as he hits the deepest part of you harder and harder with each thrust. He feels your renewed strength, pulling your hips back into his, positioning you so he’s fucking down into you with long, steady strokes.

“Maker, mesh’la. Karking kriffing Maker you feel so fucking good. I’ve wanted this for so long, wanted to hear you cry out as I fuck… you… like… this.” Each word is accompanied by a thrust, sending a shiver through your core. You can feel the bruises forming from his fingertips on your hips, feel his thumbs massaging the fat of your thighs as he pulls you back onto his cock. A sharp smack lands on one ass cheek, quickly smoothed over to ease the sting as the pace of his thrusts picks up. He’s losing control, losing himself to his need, no longer able to keep himself from ruining you the way he’s wanted to. And you don’t want it to stop.

You feel a finger tracing down your spine towards your other hole, gasping as it continues over your nether cheeks.

“C-crosshair- that’s-“

“Not tonight, mesh’la.” His voice is a deep husky growl. You can FEEL the lust in his voice thrum through you. “But I know you’ll be able to take all of us in here. I bought something just so we can train this little hole of yours to start taking me while the others fuck this tight kriffing Pussy. FUCK I can feel you squeeze around me when you think of that. Going to have you falling apart on my cock so we can put you back together again.”

He's right. The thought has you practically crawling up the wall. You feel his harsh chuckle as one hand snakes around to the front of your throat, holding you in a firm grip so he can growl into your ear.

“No regs are ever going to be able to do this, you know. Not like this. Not like all of us can.”

You’ve stopped making any sense with the noises you’re making, just cries of pure pleasure, keening for it to continue and continue and CONTINUE until you can’t possibly take anymore.

“I want to feel you come for me Princess. Come on my cock with my hand on your throat, I want you to come while thinking about all of us pleasing you so much better than ANYONE else could.”

Impossibly close, impossibly close to a height you’ve never reached before. Kriff, just…just a little bit more…

“Come for me, mesh’la.”

That’s what does it, the simple command in his voice, laced with arousal, lust, his own high approaching. You can’t help it, you scream in pleasure as his hips start to stutter, reacting to your walls’ grip.

“Kriff, Princess, KRIFF just like that. I’m going to come, where-“

“In- inside me Crosshair I’m coming, I’m coming, I’m-“ Maker, you hope these durasteel walls are thick.

You both GROAN as you come together, cries almost in sync. Crosshair’s strangled cries slowly die down as he pumps every ounce of himself into you, painting your insides with ribbons of his hot come while you eagerly milk him dry. You’re light headed and dizzy, each supporting the other’s body while you both come down.

“Such a good girl for me, pretty thing.” He whispers kisses up your spine, arms wrapping around you to hug you up off of the wall, pulling you backwards to sit on his lap. You lean back, head on his shoulder, panting in pleasure as you continue clenching around him. You can feel his slowing breath on your skin as his lips brush against your shoulders. Your hand traces up over his shoulder and up his neck, nails running through his hair. His body relaxes into you. This feels so nice… You hear your name on his lips like a prayer, like he’s going to say something…

A sharp rapping on durasteel has you both looking at the door.

“Ma’am, are you alright in there?”

You can barely breathe let alone get up, you’re that boneless. You try to get yourself together. You feel Crosshair slowly pull out, whimpering at the sudden loss of warmth connecting with yours. Maybe they’ll just go away…

Knock knock. “Ma’am?” Kriff.

You realize Crosshair has tucked his cock back into his blacks, heading for the door. Before you can protest, he opens it, leaning in the doorway to block you from view. “Yes?”

“Oh,” comes a surprised voice, “excuse me, we have a woman assigned to this room in our manifest.”

“She’s here. She’s just a little… preoccupied right now.” You lay on your back, covering your mouth to keep the grin from becoming a laugh. That smug bastard. “Is it important?”

A second voice, confused but crisp- the poor dears must be shinies. “Uh. We uh, just thought we heard a scream- wanted to make sure everything’s ok.”

Crosshair smirks. “Hm. Yes. Everything is just fine.”

You couldn’t let him have ALL the fun. “Crooooss…?” You call, not having to fake the blissed-out breathiness in your voice. “Come baaaack…”

He glances over his shoulder. “Patience, Princess.” He looks back to the speechless regs. You can HEAR the smirk in his voice. “Did you need to ask her yourself?

“N-No sir, that’s alright. Clearly a misunderstanding. We’ll, uh, get back to our patrol. Sorry for the interruption.“ You barely suppress your laughter as the hurried steps of the traumatized troopers hurry off down the hall. Crosshair shuts and locks the door, walking back to the bunk to the sound of your stifled giggles, stripping off his bottoms before crawling up and sliding between your legs.

“Did you miss me?” He smirks, looking down at you.

You gently squeeze him with your thighs and groan. “Ugh, yes.” You reach up slowly and run your fingers through his hair on the way to the back of his neck. “ You, sir, are a bad man.”

He chuckles, bringing himself down to rest his body on yours, lips inches away. “And what does that make you? Adding to that little exchange the way you did.”

You stretch, feeling your body finally relaxing into it’s post-sex- body euphoria. “You already KNOW what I am.”

He watches you curve beneath him. “Do I?”

You pose with the back of one hand to your forehead, your other up in a grand gesture. “I am a beautiful, kind, benevolent ruler, healer of the sick and the wounded, filled with grace and poise and-“

“Me?” He smirks. You turn a shade darker, but you can’t keep the smile off your face.

“…not as full as I’d like to be.”

His eyebrows shoot up before you pull him down into a kiss. He still tastes like you. You can feel him start to harden against your thigh, moving himself to line up with your entrance-

Before he can think about what you’re doing, you flip him onto his back, pushing him down into the sheets. “Not like that, cyar’ika. I’ve come plenty tonight.” You kiss him once more before trailing your hands down his body, leaving breathy kisses down his torso.

You hear your name again, looking up to meet…concerned? Skeptical eyes? “You don’t have to, Princess.”

You smile at him, moving back up to his lips, kissing him slowly. “No I don’t.” You say, tracing your hand down the side of his face. “But kriff do I want to.”

He stares at you for a moment, looking for something, before he nods. You slide back down between his legs, getting yourself comfortable as you have a look at his long, well-girthed cock up close. You give him an experimental pump or two, listening to the soft hitch of breath with a smile. Gods, did you love this part.

You start at the base of his cock and run your tongue up the entirety of his length at a steady pace, feeling his groan through his groin. You look at how he’s propped up on his elbows looking down at you, his breath speeding up as you trace a circle around his head, taking the tip into your mouth and gently sucking, head bobbing, tongue rubbing back and forth over his frenulum. His eyes roll back a bit before he catches himself, but not before you see. Your eyes twinkle as you smile around him, taking him in hand and letting your spit pool down over his length, hand eagerly massaging it along his skin. You look up at him one more time, taking in the sight of him watching and waiting for you, before wrapping your lips around him and taking his full length, inch by delightful inch.

His GROAN when you finally take him all- kriff it’s amazing, sending a shiver down your own spine. You swallow around him and he barely holds himself back from bucking into your mouth, sufficing with a strangled cry instead.

“Fuck, Princess, your mouth is so warm.”

He can’t take his eyes off of you, his mouth open as he pants with pleasure at the sight of your lips wrapped around his cock, where you WANT to be. You start to move your head up and down his length, savoring every inch of him, feeling every ridge, every vein, everything that sets his cock apart. Your tongue wraps around him to add more sensations, swirling around his head when you stop for a few moments at his tip before taking him again. His hand entwines in your hair, more gently than before at the height of his lust, now just keeping you connected while you suck him off.

His voice is softer than before. “That’s right, Princess, take my cock in your mouth. Kriff your lips feel so good gliding over me. You want me to fill you up with my come, don’t you? Want me to come down your throat. Maker, mesh’la, who knew you were so good with your tongue?

Your hand comes up to cup his balls, gently massaging as you feel him start to tense. “Nnn if you do that Princess, I won’t last much longer.” You smile around him, humming a chuckle, his head falling back with a moan as it vibrates through him. “Karking hell woman, don’t stop. Don’t kriffing stop.”

You’re tempted, oh you are sorely tempted after that little stunt he pulled earlier- but no, not tonight. He’s been so good the last few days. You take him as deep as you can, swallowing him just as his hips buck up into the concentrated heat. You feel his groan in your toes, stuttering thrusts up into your mouth as he pushes down your throat. You swallow every drop of him happily as he pushes as far as he can down your throat, riding every last thrust as far in as you can take him.

He lays there for a moment, head back, breathing deeply, letting his body relax as you slowly trace lips up and off of him, hands smoothing over his thighs, mouth trailing kisses over his groin, his stomach, and up to his neck, his lips.

Something was different here then when he’d first appeared in your room- he’s...open right now. Vulnerable. Beautiful. What could have-

You lay next to him, taking him in, hand tracing over his chest. “Has no one ever done that for you before?”

“Not until I finish." Just like that, it's gone, closed up again. "Hadn’t really given them the chance.”

You beam, all but clapping your hands. “Does that mean I’m your first????”

He chuckles under his breath. “I guess you could say that, yes.”

“MMMMM!" You hum, satisfied with yourself. "You’re welcome. Told you I was kind and benevolent.”

He smirks as he kisses your neck. “Humble, too.”

“Jerk.” A huge yawn takes you by surprise as you stretch and shimmy closer to his warm body. “I’m also EXHAUSTED and would like to enjoy my blissed out orgasm recovery time, please, so be nice to me.”

“Do you want me to leave?” It sounds casual enough, but you can har the hidden hint of a tone. Resignation? Disappointment?

You pull a face, hand tracing along his stomach to hug him at his hip. “No. How else am I supposed to keep the big bad shinies away?”

He smirks. “Mmm. Alright.”

You watch something click in his mind, a very slight softening in his eyes, but you aren’t quite sure why. You kiss his nose, letting the moment go. “Just don’t hog the blankets.”

He snorts. “Brat.”

“What are you going to do about it?”

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Hunter looks around the room, watching most of his squad finish gearing up, packing away stray items- everyone but Crosshair. He glances at the chronometer and smirks, rolling his eyes. He picks up his com as the team heads towards him, Wrecker looking quizzically at Crosshair’s empty bunk.

“Crosshair, where are you?”

Silence from the other end. He glances at Echo, who also smirks and rolls his eyes. Like they would have been any different.

Hunter tries again. “Crosshair.”

A drawling, irritated voice came from the other end. Crosshair is not a morning person. “What?”

“We’re all packed up and headed for the mess. New orders came in, be at the ship in half an hour.”

He hears breath hitch on the other end, followed by a breathy reply. “Kriff, woman. Yes sir. We’ll meet you in the mess.”

“At the SHIP,” your voice pops up, bright and mischievous. “Bring us some food please, Sergeant?”

He chuckles. “What, still hungry?”

He can almost hear you wink. “Mmmmmhmm. In more ways than one.” The comm line went dead.

Wrecker’s eyes are wide, staring in disbelief at the device. “Wait, wasn’t that the Queen?”

Echo looks at the giant man, eye brows up. “Wrecker, don’t tell me you still don’t know.”

Wrecker looked from brother to brother, cogs turning in his head. “Wait… he stayed with-

“-yes,” Tech finally joins them, nodding, matter-of-fact.

Wrecker’s mouth fell open. “WAIT- that means that he-

“Yes.”

“-and she-“

“Yes.”

Wrecker smacked his head with one hand, then looked around suspiciously at his squad. He points at Tech. “Wait- have YOU-“

“Yes, while you were out getting supplies.”

Wrecker gawked, moving to Echo. “And YOU-“

Echo grinned, hand and scomp perched on his hips. “During medical evals.”

Wrecker focused on Hunter. “Have you?”

“Not yet,” Hunter smirked.

Wrecker looked from Echo, to Tech, to Hunter, to Echo again before huffing like a child and crossing his arms in dismay. “OooOOoOOoh!! How come nobody TOLD me?!”

Tech readjusts his goggles, all but shrugging.

“Well, we thought it was obvious.”

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In More Ways Than One, Part 3.5 - Bad Batch x F!Reader - Briefing

Summary: New mission, old friends.

Notes: This is mostly filler/build up for other chapters, but didn't feel like it fit in the upcoming Wrecker narrative. Cause Wrecker is next, not Crosshair. (sorry bout it). Also kind of a check to see who wants to be tagged in upcoming chapters for new followers- I don't know how to set up taglists. Yet. Enjoy!

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Rex watches as the Marauder touches down in Docking Bay 3 of the Star Destroyer Requiem. The latch opens with its usual hiss as the ramp settles almost directly in front of him. Tech was a good pilot like that.

Hunter walked out, quickly followed by Echo and Wrecker. Rex gripped each of their hands in greeting. “Good to see you boys. How was shore leave?”

Hunter smirked. “Very interesting. Always nice to get some real food, too.”

Rex chuckles. Anakin walks up behind his Captain, smiling in greeting.

“Sorry to call you off your shore leave, Sergeant, but you’re the best ones for this job.”

“It’s alright, sir, we were getting bored anyway. Hope you’ve got something good for us.”

The Jedi smirked, crossing his arms. “Only the best for you. You may even get to blow something up.”

“Oh YEAH!” Wrecker pumped his fist in the air.

Anakin glances up as Tech starts down the ramp, head down in his holopad. “Cody’s set up in the briefing room. We better get moving.” He turns to head out of the docking bay, squad in tow.

Tech pauses for a moment to greet Rex, a sign of his esteem before returning to his research and following the crew.

“Well look what the loth-cat dragged in.”

Rex looks back up the ramp to see you standing there, a big grin brightening your face.

His heart stops for a moment, like it always does when he sees you, but it quickly starts beating again. He’s used to it by now.

“Your majesty,” he grins, giving a small bow. “Thank you for gracing our ship with your presence.”

You pose for a moment before heading down the ramp with a chuckle. “I didn’t know we would be seeing you here! I’m glad though- it’s been too long since Anaxes.” You grip his forearm in greeting, secretly enjoying the small touch. “Are you the one briefing us today?”

“No, I’ve still got preparations to make here- wanted to see some familiar faces.” He glances down to your neck, seeing the tell-tale bruising peeking out from your blacks. His heart tenses a little, but only a little. He chuckles. “I see your shore leave treated you well.”

You feel your face burn a bit, but you can’t help the grin that creeps up. “You have no idea. Let’s catch up sometime while we’re here, yeah?” You walk backwards, heading towards the squad.

“As long as you bring the caf from that horde of yours.”

You laugh with a mini salute. “Deal.”

He watches you go with a small sigh in his chest, but no regrets.

“Disappointed?” He hears a slithery voice ask beside him. He looks over to see Crosshair standing next to him, staring after the retreating crew, toothpick in place.

“About what?”

Crosshair glances sideways at him before indicating with his chin. “Her.”

Rex debates denying it, pretending like he’s clueless to what he means- but the Sniper was smarter than that. “No. Sad, maybe, but satisfied. She deserves the best.” He smiles and looks over to the silent Sniper. “And I know her squad won’t let her settle for anything less.”

Crosshair smirks and nods his head. “Yes sir.” He moves to start after his squad.

Rex watches them for a moment before noticing a substantial amount of troopers in the area were all watching the 99, whispering amongst themselves.

“Crosshair.”

The Marksman turns back to look at him expectantly. Rex glances around to the whispering clones before looking back at him.

“Do I need to worry about that?”

Crosshair looks around to where the Captain had indicated, then grins with… satisfaction? “No sir,” came the chuckled reply. “We’ve got it under control.”

He turns and heads after the group.

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In More Ways Than One, Part 3 - Bad Batch x F!Reader - Echo

Summary: Checkups were already hard enough, but this whole arrangement has got Echo more nervous then ever. Luckily, he's used to handling the hard stuff- and apparently so are you.

Tags: Smutty mcsmutterson. 18+. NSFW. "Basically, all the good stuff." Warnings: Oral (m receiving), kinda cock worship?, unprotected, PiV, nicknames, mentions of polyamory, pinning

Notes: Yay Echo! I believe Crosshair is next. Note to anyone who sees the edit- I wasn't satisfied with my first draft posted here- something was missing. So, I revamped it. SPECIAL THANKS to @fandumbug and @kaminocasey for being my Beta readers!

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"Alright, perfect, you can sit down now."

Echo watches you enter the latest results into your holopad in absolute agony. He really wishes Hunter brought up this whole “sharing” idea AFTER medical examinations. At least then he wouldn't be struggling so hard right now to keep his dick soft.

It’s been the hardest part about having you as the squad’s medic- whenever it’s time for a full check-up, he doesn’t get a lab visit like the others; he hates being hooked up to their machines, it induces something close to a panic attack. Instead, he has to sit through an excruciating work up with you.

It isn’t that he doesn’t like it, it was the exact opposite- he LOVES it. Every karking SECOND of it. You’re near him, you’re looking at him, you touch him and listen to his heartbeat- all while you’re completely alone with each other. He loves it so much that he’s been perpetually terrified that he might… show how much he loves it. He usually has to use the refresher directly afterwards to relieve the throbbing ache building up in his cock.

And of course, today, right now, was the same routine- except this time, Hunter had opened his kriffing mouth and put this whole idea in everyone’s head. Jerk. Echo’s head keeps filling with images of what you could be doing with this time, especially if you said yes to Tech yesterday. Tech hadn’t gone into specifics, but the markings peeking out from the top of your blacks were proof enough. He glances up at them and squeezes the sides of the exam table. How he wanted to add to those markings, longed to feel your skin under his tongue- he stops himself, feeling the blood rushing to his cock. ‘C’mon, trooper, not now, we’re almost through,’ he practically pleads to himself. He still has something to do before he can retreat to the safety of the fresher.

He has to talk to you about whether you want him or not.

Tech had examined him first, looking over the mechanical parts of his body to make sure everything was operating as it should. Echo asked if Tech thought he should stay for the medical portion, but Tech shook his head.

“I believe this would be an ideal time for you to speak with our medic alone.”

Echo’s eyebrows shot up. “About what?” he asked cautiously, dreading the answer.

“About your trepidation at this arrangement.”

Kriff. Echo rubbed his head with a sigh. “Is it that obvious?”

“Yes,” Tech said with his usual nonchalance, “though hopefully that will make it easier for you to broach the subject.”

“I'm... I'm not sure I know how,” Echo winced. "How did you do it?"

"I didn't. She brought it up herself. However, she was very candid and did not tiptoe around the subject. I'm sure she would appreciate the same treatment." Tech closed his tool kit, looking at his brother. "Perhaps think of it like a mission."

Like a mission? That made it sound easier.

Tech had left for his own medical review, and you had come in with your usual quip about how much FUN this was going to be (hah). You had taken his vitals, weighed him, checked all his functioning organs (well, most of them), run him through some standard tests. Just now you were entering your latest results into your holopad, leaving him to wait- to just stare at you, feeling the impending doom of 'the talk'.

Even in full armor, all business as you go through your routine, he can’t stop thinking about how you’re everything he could ever want. The way your lips curve when you smile, the light in your eyes when you discuss your passion for medicine, your laugh, your humor…

What are you thinking of? Are you thinking about yesterday with Tech? Are you wondering about the others? Do you ever think... about him?

That’s what it ultimately comes down to; he can’t believe that you would actually desire him next to his brothers, not yet. He can’t stand the idea of just tagging onto this, of just being another lay on the team, the pity fuck- not when he feels the way he does about you. If you don’t want him the way he wants you then he wants no part in this. He wouldn't do that to himself or to you.

But somewhere in that hybrid brain of his a voice refuses to give up hope-

What if you DO?

He strengthens his resolve. Just think of it as a mission. That's all it has to be.

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The way he says your real name makes you look up from your holopad mid-entry. His eyes are determined, his jaw set, and your heart flutters at the same time as your stomach tightens. You can guess what he wants to talk about, but you dread what exactly he's going to say. He’s been so distant this morning, removed; you brace yourself for what you think is coming.

“About this…this whole thing. That Hunter brought up. This whole thing…” he pauses to make sure you get it. You nod. “I… I just want you to know that if you’re not… attracted to me like that, if you’re not interested in me the same way as the others… I understand.” He feels the relief of finally letting his fears see daylight. The rest would be easy. “I'd never want to come between you and happiness; I can do whatever you need me to so the others don’t worry about me.” There. It's all out. Now you can reject him without fear... or...

He did not expect you to laugh. A relieved laugh at that. You're almost doubled over you're laughing so hard.

He shifts uncomfortably, a little stung. "I wasn't trying to be funny."

“I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I just- Maker, Echo, you scared the SHIT out of me!" You place one hand to your forehead and take a deep breath, letting the knot in your stomach relax. "I thought you were going to say you weren't attracted to me."

Echo’s eyebrows shoot up. “You...you thought I was saying no?”

“Well, you didn’t seem particularly excited to be around me today,” you said, putting down your holopad and turning to face him, "and this whole checkup it's like you've been leaning away from me. So, yes, I thought you didn't want me."

He looks into your beautiful eyes, flummoxed, feeling a bit sheepish. "Well, no... no that's not the case at all." Honest, candid, just say it. "It's hard to stay... uh... focused when it's just the two of us together, alone. Especially knowing what you and Tech were up to yesterday." His thoughts start racing again. He looks down to take a deep breathe and keep himself calm.

"Does it bother you to think about what Tech and I were 'up to'?" you ask quietly, mistaking his reaction.

"No!" He reassures you quickly, eyes shooting up to your startled expression. "No, that's not it at all. It's..." he glances at the marks left on your neck, before looking off to the side, wrestling with his words. "I know this is strange, but somehow it's made me want you even more, made you even more beautiful."

You can't help yourself. "So you think I'm beautiful, huh?"

He looks back at you and smirks, showing a bit more of the Echo you know. "Yes. Mesh'la."

Your heart skips a beat as your cheeks burn. You bite your lip as a shy smile spreads across your face. His sincerity has always been so attractive, and now you don't have to hide how much you love it. You carefully step up to him, positioning yourself between his legs, against the exam table. “So all that's holding you back is the thought that I don’t want you?”

He nods, taking in how close you are to him.

Your hand comes up to cup his face, your thumb brushing gently over his pale lips. "Is there something I can do to prove I do want you?"

His hand traces up the underside of your arm to gently grip your elbow. “…yes. Maker, yes.”

You put your forehead to his, taking a moment to enjoy the feeling of him, here, with you. "What can I do, Echo?"

His voice is so soft you can barely hear it. "Kiss me."

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Your lips are so soft on his, it’s everything he can do to keep his mind from short-circuiting. This was not at all what he expected. He opens his mouth a bit more, unsure of what to expect, relieved when your tongue eagerly darts forward to meet his. Your hands slither up his neck, the back of his head, past his cybernetic implant, before running your nails gently over his scalp, moving deftly around the metal remnants of Skako. He moans softly in his throat, hand snaking around your waist to pull you closer to him so he can kiss you properly.

Your tongues dance as your bodies melt together, hands gripping each other tightly as if afraid to let go and find out this is all a dream. You can feel his bulge pressing up against you. How many times have you imagined this exact scenario? How many times have you watched him enter the refresher after one of these checkups, desperately keeping yourself from running in to join him? Now, here you were, with him underneath your finger tips, no longer just in a fantasy. And you would be a fool to not take full advantage of this alone time.

Your nails trace down his neck, past his shoulders, down his sides- before tracing the seam where his hips meet his machinery. His sharp intake of breath is nervous, but hopeful. You trace back and forth along the line, getting closer to his groin with every pass, feeling the heat from his cock as you near it.

By the time you brush your hands over his erection, he’s about ready to burst out of his blacks. You’re a little intimidated as you gently palm his cock- he is VERY well endowed. Whether due to the Techno Union or Kaminoan engineering, you send up a silent thank you to whomever is responsible.

You pull away from him, his heavy breathing filling the space between you. He watches you sink down to your knees in front of him, eyes bright as they gaze up at him.

“Let me see.”

He’s so mesmerized by the sight of you that he can only nod again. He gently pulls his blacks down to free himself, watching you intently as his cock stands at full attention.

You sigh reverently, sending a shiver of relief and arousal up his spine. “It’s perfect.” Your fingers gently reach out to slide over his length, giving his cock an experimental pump or two, he leans back against the wall with a sigh, eyes closing for a brief moment. You take the opportunity to trace your tongue from his base, up the underside of his cock all the way to the tip, watching his face contort in the best way.

“It has such a beautiful curve to it; I know exactly where it’s going to hit inside of me.” You say with a coy smile. You feel his cock quiver in your hand as his eyes shoot open to look at you, filled with excited longing at the thought. You could get used to this. He promises to be the most expressive out of all of them. Something you are definitely going to take advantage of.

You ring your tongue around the spongy dome, taking it into your mouth and slowly sliding down, one bob at a time, taking as much as you can. Even relaxing your throat, it’s still hard to take all of him. But his groan when he hits the back of your throat is so worth it.

You can feel how hard he’s trying not to thrust into you, his legs shaking from the effort of enduring the pleasure without escalating it. Smiling to yourself at how you can reduce this seasoned soldier into a quivering wreck, you start to bob up and down on his cock, your tongue tracing where it can. His flesh hand comes up and entangles in your hair, resting there to keep contact with you as you slowly suck him into a frenzy.

He can hardly believe his luck- he’s imagined your lips on him every time he’s taken himself in hand. Looking down at you again, he can see the light in your eyes every time he moans, sending another shiver down his spine. You loved this. You were sucking his cock like it was a treat you’d gone without for too long. Your arousal at his arousal was the hottest thing he never knew he wanted. He could feel his high building up, could feel his cock swelling in your mouth, pulling even more subtle nuances into his reverie- he was almost there. Maker if he started thrusting now he would be coming down your throat-

But you had different plans. Pulling up one final time, you squeezed him at his base, holding off his orgasm, locking your eyes with his as you tenderly lick the sides of his shaft, grinning at his tortured cry and his pleading eyes.

“I’m not done yet,” you purr, eyes glancing down to his shirt then back up to his eyes. “I want to see all of you first.”

He hesitates for a moment, the shame still stalling him, but the sight of you between his thighs emboldens him. He lifts off his shirt with his one hand, carefully, but less afraid now. You slowly tug at his lower blacks and he lets you slide them down, keeping his eyes on how reverently you keep loving his cock.

You smile as your eyes take in all of him, feeling your quiver of arousal at his bare body before you. You LOVE looking at his body. Enough to be hard against you while he was tender, plenty to be gentle with you while he was rough. It was a beautiful balance that excited you more than you realized.

You quickly pull him entirely into your mouth, all the way to the bottom of his shaft, his strangled moan confirming you caught him off guard. You smile up at him as you pull your lips up his length before sitting back on your feet.

“Hold this for me, will you?” You say, placing his cock in his hand. You use one hand to pull his chin to your smile. “Don’t let go. And don't come yet. If you can help it.” You kiss him gently, once, before standing up, eyes connected as you slowly start taking off your armor.

It’s not a particular fancy show- but it’s more than enough for him. Piece by piece, the plastoid falls to the ground, slowly revealing the form fitting blacks underneath. He finds his fist struggling not to pump his cock, the almost agonizing titillation sending shots into every inch of his groin. He has to force himself to keep breathing, eyes roving over you hungrily.

You’re finally down to your blacks, and you let your hands trace down over your breasts, your stomach, until you reach the bottom of your shirt, slowly pulling it up over your head. The sight of your breasts is almost enough to send him over, but he grips himself at his base before he can come. Good thing, too, because as you slip off your bottoms, stepping out to leave them behind on the floor, he has to squeeze a little bit harder to keep from exploding in his hand.

You smile almost shyly at his appreciative look. “Do you like what you see?”

“Yes.” His voice is hoarse, barely above a whisper, almost a growl.

“Good. I do too.” You walk to him, pushing him back against the wall so you can straddle him. You can feel his cock straining against your back, begging for more attention, but you leave it to savor what’s in front of you.

His eyes take you in as you perch on his lap. “Maker, cyar'ika, you are so beautiful.”

“Thank you, it’s true,” you tease. He sighs as your hands run up his chest, taking in everything, EVEYTHING, in front of you. Your hand caresses his right arm down to his scomp link, gently bringing it up to the side of your face and kissing it like you would his wrist. You can feel him press against your cheek and finally, finally, his body relaxes completely. You’ve seen him, you’ve felt him. You want everything about him, not just the man parts, but the machine parts as well.

“Echo?”

“Yes?”

“Come and get me.”

He didn’t realize he had been waiting for permission. Something snaps, the captivated daze is lifted, you feel his appetite roar as he kisses you like a man starved. You match his need, feeling whisked away in the result of his passion. Maker, he ran deep, you could feel every moment he longed for you in that kiss. He pulls you in closer, ravenously kissing down your jaw, down your throat, right to the point where your neck meets your shoulder.

“Oh fuck yes.” He murmurs, his tongue and teeth leaving the marks he’s been craving. You can feel them imprinting next to the marks from Tech the day before. Your moan is primal as his cock begs at your back, refusing to be ignored for much longer. Echo’s flesh arm traces along the back of your thigh to trace along your slit, only to moan at how wet you already are.

You raise yourself until his cock nestles under your opening, rutting away in your slick.

“Echo... do you really want me?”

He looks directly up into your eyes, filled with the warmth and care that draws you to him. “Oh cyar'ika, I want you. More than anything, anyone in the galaxy right now, I want you.”

Your heart swells as you kiss him, slowly lowering yourself onto his cock, throwing your head back with a groan as he fills you as far as he can. For a moment you can do nothing but pant, senses lost in the satisfaction of finally having him inside you. He’s not much better- his face buried in your neck as he focuses on keeping his grip.

“Oh maker you’re so tight. I… you have to tell me when I can move, I have to keep a hold of myself or I’ll lose control.”

You kiss him to bring him back. His tongue pushes in to meet yours, determined to fill you in more ways than one. You feel your grip starting to fail as well, your need taking over, pulling you into dangerous territory.

“Let me ride you. You’ll know when you can take me as hard as you want.”

He groans again, sinking back against the wall to watch. Karking hell his groans were enough to make you clench on their own. You slowly start to move up and down his shaft, hands splayed on his chest, his cock never fully going in as you continue to adjust.

“Kriff you feel so good,” you pant, slowly picking up the pace, feeling his cock drag against your swollen clit as you slide him in and out. “Oh god yes, this is what I wanted, all those nights I knew you were sleeping above me, I wanted to sneak up there and ride you into awakeness.” Your dazed eyes look right into his, watching him watch you, his lips parted, face hungry. He gently starts thrusting up into you, meeting your hips each time they fall. His breath is ragged as he starts to pick up the pace, feeling your wetness coat his cock as you stretch more and more.

“Fuck, I wanted to ride you just like this. Echo, oh god you’re so big, I don’t know if I can fit you completely…”

Without warning he picks you up, still inside you, whirling to push you onto your back against the table. The jolt sends his cock fully into you and you cry out from the pleasure, eyes crossing briefly as he pushes against your cervix. His scomping arm pushes your left leg up towards your chest, his other arm gripping both hands over your head, holding you in place as he slowly, deliciously fucks into you.

“Please, keep talking to me. Tell me what you thought of me doing to you.”

You’re so lost in this that the truth spills from your mouth. “I wanted to feel your metal legs digging into me as you bend me in half, leaving bruises that no one else can see. I, oh MAKER Echo, I wanted to feel your implant in my hands while you made me come over and over again on your scomp link. Fuck, I wanted you to fuck me from behind, your hand on my throat as you whisper your plans in my ear and- oh fuck Echo just like that please don’t stop-“

He’s lost it, all inhibitions are gone as he plunges into your pussy as hard as he can, watching you take all of him. You feel yourself melting around his cock, unable to do anything but submit to the pleasure of him taking you so fiercely. You’re so close, so close…

“Kriff, cyar'ika, I can’t take it… you feel so so good… I’m… where should I…”

“Inside- I want to come while you empty yourself inside of me. Give me every last drop of you- FUCK!”

You can’t keep yourself from screaming his name over and over as your orgasm crashes through you, sending him over the edge. His strangled moan adds even more shivers down your spine as you feel each thrust coat your walls with more and more of his spend, built up from all the edging. You push against his hips, taking every last inch that you can to ride your high to its fullest until he softens.

He gently pulls out of you, releasing your hands and letting your leg down, leaning on his flesh arm while he catches his breath. You take in the sight of him over you, your hand reaching out to trace his chest, marveling at the pale skin under your fingertips.

“My Echo.”

He lets out a breathy laugh as he looks at you, any fear or reservation gone from his eyes.

“Your Echo.” He kisses in between your breasts. “My cyar'ika.”

You smile down at him, kissing his forehead. “Your cyar'ika.”

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The others return much later than you thought. You and Echo have long since showered, tested the strength of the shower walls, showered again, dressed in your blacks, and retired to your bunk to talk, cuddle and laugh. His hand never stops running over you, and only the knowledge that the others should be back any minute keeps your hands above your hem lines.

A thought crosses your mind in one of the lulls in conversation.

“Echo.”

“Yes, mesh’la?”

“Do you trust me?”

His hand slows in its tracing, but doesn’t quite stop. “Why... would you ask that?”

Your eyes wander around his face, looking for the words to describe what you’re feeling. “I don’t ever want you to feel like you did today. I don’t want you to doubt how much I want you. It breaks my heart that you might think I see you with an ounce less attraction then I do your brothers.” You place one hand on his chest, feeling where his heart, his HUMAN heart, still beats. You take a deep breath. “As much as I want that, I know I can’t control how you feel. But I’m hoping…” You look in his eyes, so full and warm and honest and kind. He deserves so much good in his life. “I just hope you trust me.”

His smile is one of the most beautiful things you’ve ever seen, lit up with admiration and understanding, and…something very close to love. “I trust you, mesh’la,” he says sincerely, the words sounding natural, genuine on his tongue. “With my life, with my health, and now with my heart.”

You feel your heart smile radiantly as you lean in to kiss him, careful to keep it chaste. But you just can’t help yourself as you smile against his lips. “Just your heart?”

He chuckles lightly, his hand massaging where it rests on your back. “Well, in public anyway.”

“Mmm,” you look up at him smugly. “We’ll see about that.”

His eyes darken with desire as he reaches to pull you in, his cock starting to firm up against you-

-just as you both hear the hatch open.

He freezes for a moment, looking to where he can hear the others. “Kriff.” He mutters, struggling to calm himself.

You can’t help but laugh. “Don’t worry, I’ll go meet them. Just try not to think about everything we just did. And everything we’re going to do. And-”

“Maker, just GO, cyar’ika,” he groans quietly. You chuckle and kiss him lightly before rolling out of your bunk to meet the others.

“THERE you are, your Majesty.” Wrecker booms out as you head towards the cockpit, bowing as he hands you a bag. “We brought you food since your testing went late.”

“Testing?” you say, eyebrows raised as you take the food. “What do you mean?”

Wrecker throws himself into one of the chairs to reveal Hunter leaning against the door, a satisfied smile on his face.

“Tech told us you had some additional endurance exercises to run with Echo- that’s why you couldn’t come with him when he came to get you two for dinner.”

“Tech said…” you look over to where your Genius sits in the cockpit on his perpetually present holopad. He glances up at you and smiles briefly, satisfied at his handy work, before going back to whatever research. Your heart leaps at his thoughtfulness.

You pull out the hot noodles that were your usual. “Yeah, sorry about that. You know endurance tests, they’re less effective if you know about them beforehand.” Your eyes twinkle up at the Sergeant's smirking face. “But Echo passed with flying colors.”

“Where IS Echo?” Wrecker asks, stealing one of the garnishes from on top of your food and popping it in his mouth before you can swat him away.

“Right here,” he says, coming out from the bunks. “I hear there’s food?”

You hand him the bag, glancing to make sure he's...decent.

“Good,” he says, looking at you while he takes it. “I’m pretty hungry after that endurance test.”

You stuff noodles in your mouth, trying to hide the smile threatening to play across your face.

Hunter chuckles. “Good, would hate to hear that you couldn't make the Queen happy.”

“Was there ever any doubt?”

Hunter looked back at you, back to business. “Clean bill of health then, all around?”

You turn in the chair, checking the computer for the incoming files on their updated medical records. “Mmhmm.”

“Alright, then we’re done here. New mission, Tech’s gathering our intel right now. All we’re waiting on is Crosshair.”

“Where is Crosshair?” You ask around a mouth full of noodles.

“Right here,” says a hissy voice from the gangway. Crosshair enters, toothpick in place, a small bag in his hand. He closes the hatch as Tech heads to the front of the Marauder, beginning the launch sequence. “Did you miss me?”

“Where the heck have YOU been?” asks Wrecker.

“I needed to get something,” Crosshair says in his usual tone, making his way towards the bunks.

“Yeah? What did you need?” Wrecker calls after him.

Crosshair emerges again sans bag, glancing at you with a smirk before heading back up to the cockpit. “Personal supplies.”

You stop mid-noodle and watch him as he leaves. You glance at Wrecker, who shrugs, then Echo, who can’t keep a smile off his face. Then Hunter, whose eyes promise that whatever it was, you were probably going to like it, and really hate that you liked it. You swallow the rest of your noodles.

“Alright, squad.” Hunter says, heading into the cockpit. “Let’s get moving.”

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In More Ways Than One, Part 2 - Bad Batch x F!Reader - Tech

Summary: After an all but sleepless night thinking about Hunter's proposal, you wake up to an empty ship. Well, almost empty, Tech is there doing repairs. And he has his own thoughts on this 'proposal'.

Part 3 is up

Tags: Yeah, this is smut. NSFW, and 18+, my friends.

Warnings: fingering, oral (both f! and m! receiving), unprotected PiV, nicknames, (I dunno what else do people get triggered by?) mentions of polyamory.

Notes: First, yes I know that array is more of a trek thing, be nice to me. This one would not let me go until I'd written it. Echo will be next. Also, tried to tag all the people who seemed to follow

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 3.5 Part 4 Part 4.5 Part 5 Part 5.5 Part 6 Part 6.5 Part 7 Part 8 Part 8.5 Part 9 Part 9.5 Part 10

Word count: 4k

Tech pauses his repairs to check the chronometer for the 7th time today – it's 12:14, and you were still not out of bed. He doesn’t remember you having THAT much to drink, but he… wasn’t entirely aware of all his faculties last night. He resumes his work, trying to focus while the undercurrent of unanswered questions races through his subconscious.

Hunter had not brought up ‘the subject’ again the previous night or this morning, and Tech had not asked. That did not mean he was not curious. Had Hunter’s proposal been shot down? Was it even brought up to you? Were they all too drunk to remember? Was he the only one still wondering if this was viable? He was used to tightening his grip on his feelings surrounding you, but Hunter had introduced something that hadn’t been there before- hope. And worse, he had added a layer of intrigue and excitement that Tech didn’t think was possible. The idea of having you strapped down like a little experiment while all his brothers helped test your limits- the thought sent a surge to his groin that momentarily stopped all thought. He took a deep breath and placed his forehead onto the rack, willing himself back to calm. This was not acceptable if your answer was no. He HAD to get control of himself.

He hears a loud stretching yawn from within the bunks at the back of the ship. He quickly refocuses on the array before him, busying his brain with wire configurations and ship schematics. ANYTHING but that image again. He hears a shuffling of sheets, the privacy curtain being drawn back, and your distinct steps on the metal floor. You enter the cockpit dressed in your blacks, leaning against the door frame and crossing your arms. He keeps his eyes firmly on his work.

“Good morning.”

He glances at the chronometer – 12:23. “I believe you mean afternoon, though since I did not set that time, I will allow it could be a few minutes off.” He says, keeping his pace. “I am assuming you slept well?”

“Eventually,” he sees you nod from the corner of his eye, your voice quiet, “I had a lot on my mind, so getting to sleep took awhile.”

“That is unfortunate. I thought the point of last night’s escapade was to relieve you of such stress.” His mind was starting to settle into the conversation- it was ordinary enough, he felt himself relax.

You chuckle lightly, and he finds himself smiling- it was a personal victory of his when he made you laugh. He could do this, everything would go back to normal, he was back in control.

“Where are… where are the others?” You ask, a yawn interrupting the question.

“A supply run. Food and medical basics are running low, and Echo has been sent to retrieve specific parts for some of my repairs.”

“Did they say when they’ll be back?”

“They did not, though I suspect it will be late this afternoon.” This wire here, that one connected there- almost done, just keep this up… he was back in the rhythm now.

“…Tech?”

“Mmm?”

“Hunter told me you and the boys discussed sharing me last night.”

Tech’s hands freeze for a moment, just a moment, before continuing with their task. Kark, kriff, slag, nerfherder. “…the topic was brought up.”

“...What were your thoughts on it?”

“Well, no one seemed to have any objections-“

“No, Tech,” you interrupt firmly, standing up and moving to the opposite side of the array, looking at him through the wiring. “What were YOUR thoughts on it?”

He glances at you, unsure of what answer you’re hoping for, before looking back to his work. “I was in favor,” he says quietly.

He did not expect the heavy sigh of relief as you lean forward, placing your forehead on one of the racks in the array. Hunter had been right? You wanted this?

“How? How can you be ok with that, Tech?” He sees your hands tighten on the metal frame. “Is it because it would just be sex to you?”

He's almost offended- but then remembers that what is obvious to him is not always obvious to others. “No,” he says forcefully, causing you to look up at him. “I do not believe that was an option, for any of us.”

You stay silent, staring at him as his hands near the end of their task. He glances at you before realizing you’re still waiting for the answer to a question. He struggles to think coherently against the surge of arousal as he gives himself over to his truth.

“The idea is…quite exciting. And a bit of a relief, really,” he admits, snapping the final bundle of wires into place. “I know I can be…distracted at times. I feared initiating any sort of relationship with you before in case it would ultimately lead to resentment.“ He taps the metal frame so that you stand, letting him slide the panel back into the ship’s system. He can acutely feel the absence of the array between you as he turns to meet your astonished eyes. “You are far too exceptional to ever be underappreciated. This amount of attention feels… correct.”

Your steps slowly close the gap between you two. He can hardly breathe, feeling himself strain against his codpiece. You do want this. You want him.

“You’ve thought about this before? Of me, as a lover?”

“Yes.” Oh, had he. “Extensively.”

You gently place one hand on his breast plate, gently leaning into his body, eyes searching his. “Tell me.”

It only feels natural to let one hand circle your waist, holding you close. “All of it?” He breathes.

You glance down to his lips, than back up to his eyes. “Yes.”

He hesitates for a moment, just a moment, before carefully lifting his other hand to cup your face, brushing his thumb across your cheek. You lean into it, and the desire he’s held back for so long breaks out of its constraints, racing through his veins and into every nerve in his body. “Very well.” His voice is quiet, matter-of-fact, sincere.

“Every day from the moment I met you I’ve wanted you. I’ve thought of you under me and on top of me, moaning and pleading and begging, needing me, screaming for me, teasing me. Looking down at me between your thighs, you looking up at me between mine. Against the pilot’s station, against the midship computer, on the floor, in the refresher, in armor, out of armor, in 79s, out on missions- And now, thanks to Hunter, I’m thinking of you tied to my research table, allowing me and each of my brothers to see just how many times we can make you come.”

The look in your eyes settles something in him, assures him. You’ve drunk in every word he’s said, and the smile that crosses your face is satisfied, excited, coy. You lean in close to him, so close he can feel you whisper faintly against his lips, sending any lingering reservations of his out of the airlock.

“Thank you, Tech. Now, show me.”

Maker, yes.

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His mouth is on yours before you can blink, his kiss feverish in his need for you. It feels like you both let go of breath you didn’t know you were holding, arms finding their way around each other. He gently pushes you up against the ship’s bulkhead as your lips tango, the slow steady heat of your unleashed desires feeding each other and continuing to build.

His tongue brushes your bottom lip, asking for entry, and you grant it, feeling the thrill as he enters you. Maker, this tongue promised wonders. One hand snakes behind his head and into his hair, the other tracing down to his hips, desperately searching for the codpiece on his armor.

Tech pulls back slightly, panting from your passion. You can tell he’s holding on to his composure with one hand, but his grip is slipping.

“Perhaps we should… get more comfortable.”

You grin against his neck as you drop kisses down his throat. “I thought one of your fantasies was here in the cockpit.”

“Yes, but that one can wait- there are others I wish to indulge in first, and I will have much better access if you are lying down.”

You feel the intended shot through your core, hands tightening slightly around the edges of his armor.

“Alright. Your bunk or mine?”

“Mine.”

You push against him slightly to stand, teasing his lips with yours before beginning to make your way back to your bunks. You remove your shirt as you walk, knowing that he can see your bare back as you stop in the doorway to look back at him.

“Are you coming?”

“You are making it very difficult not to.”

You smile mischievously at him before continuing through the ship. You hear the sounds of plastoid armor hitting the floor one at a time as he follows you, leaving a trail in his wake.

By the time he reaches where you’re waiting naked in his bunk, he’s down to his blacks. His top is the next to go, and you take a moment to take him in. Mother, he is BEAUTIFUL. As beautiful as you’d imagined him to be. Taking his torso between your hands, you slowly kiss along his stomach, reveling in every crease, every ridge, every muscle that is him. This is Tech, YOUR Tech. YOUR pilot, YOUR genius. You look up at him as your kisses start to trail down to his waistband, some becoming soft bites and small licks. He watches you with breathless anticipation, gripping (Hunter’s) bunk above his as you kiss over the bulge pushing against his blacks. You hear his breathe quicken as you slowly pull him out, his cock rigid at your touch.

“May I?” You tease, tongue tracing over his frenulum and up his dome, precum decorating your taste buds.

His breathy gasp is everything you hoped it would be. “Yes. Please, mesh’la.”

You grip the base of his shaft and take all of him in one motion, relaxing your throat to fit him. He MOANS, hips bucking up into the heat of your mouth while he struggles not to come. Your tongue circles around him as you take your time sliding back up, eyes locked on his, his arousal fueling yours fueling his. You begin to bob your head on his cock, slowly at first, speeding up with each new stroke.

He watches you work as long as he can before he has to shut his eyes, focusing on where your lips envelop him, gripping the upper bunk to keep his hands out of the way. He knows he’ll dream about this, knows you’re ruining him forever, and he just doesn’t care. He can’t hold the desire back any longer, not after last night and all that was promised. One hand entangles in your hair as he starts thrusting into you, fucking your mouth for all he’s worth, feeling the back of your throat slide over him, sending him to the edge.

You feel him growing bigger, and you know he's almost there, grabbing his hips so he can’t escape from it.

“My Queen, wait, I’m going to-“ He can’t pull out before he’s coming down your throat with a strangled cry, hips pushing as far as he can into the concentrated heat.

You let him ride out his high, working your tongue from his tip to his shaft, before slowly pulling your lips up along his length and releasing him with an audible pop. He looks down at you, still panting from his release, eyes slightly glazed over from his come down.

You smile up at him as you press kisses over his hips and thighs before pulling him down on top of you. His body is warm against your bare breasts, and his kisses warmer with moans still lingering in them.

“That…was perfect.” He says, kissing your neck as he continues to recover, hands tracing the curve of your body.

“You’re welcome.” You smile against him, accepting the attention with a slight arc to your spine, purring against his touch. “’My Queen’?

“It felt natural in the moment, it does not have to be repeated.”

“No, I like it. But only when it feels natural.”

“Your wish is my command.”

Your laugh turns into a gasp as his hands start to trace you more firmly, framing the outline of your breasts, your hips, tracing along your thighs.

“Now, for the desire I had in mind…”

His wandering fingertips make it hard for you to retort. “That wasn’t the one you wanted?”

“I said the one I had in mind, not the one I wanted.”

“Hm... alright, which one did you 'have in mind'?”

“I want to know how you taste."

Your breath catches in your throat as his hand traces down to your vulva, fingers carefully tracing along the outer lips.

"May I?"

You look into his eyes and nod, basking in your mutual excitement. "Since you asked so nicely."

You feel him trace your vulva slowly, experimentally, investigating one touch at a time, watching your face as he gently pushes through to each layer of your lower lips. You try not to make it too easy for him, but he’s going so gently, and so lovingly, so reverently, it’s like he’s falling in love with your pussy by touch alone. He lets one finger trace over your opening, ending with a small brush over your clit, and good GOD the jolt through you is exquisite. Your gasp betrays you, and a small gleam of satisfaction lights his face.

He dips one finger inside you, gently pushing in one pulse at a time. Soon he’s up to his knuckle, moaning at just. How. TIGHT you feel. He slowly starts to work his finger in and out of you, keeping time for his thumb as it strokes your clit. Your walls squeeze around him, trying to take in every sensation- wholly unprepared for when he adds a second finger, scissoring you open. You can’t help the groan pulled from your throat, hands clenching his shoulders as you feel his eyes taking in your pleasure. How can he be doing this to you with only two fingers? It feels like he's lighting you up from the inside, fingers revolving and stretching you just to the edge of pleasure. It's so much, it's so good, it's what you've wanted for so long, every daydream of him could never prepare you for this. You feel yourself tighten around his fingers, trying not to scream. So close, you're so close-

“Come for me, mesh’la.”

The shudder at his words take you over the edge, a cry ripping it’s way through your vocal chords as his fingers work you through your orgasm. “Tech, Tech, TECH!!!” You’re coming apart as you clench around his slowing fingers.

And just like that, he’s kissing between your thighs, tasting you post-orgasm, tracing every line he just memorized with his fingers. Maker, you were RIGHT about that tongue. The man is RAVENOUS for you, like he’s spent his whole life on a desert planet and just found an oasis. His tongue flicks gently over your clit, still sensitive as you’re coming down- but it seems he's not done with you. He continues pumping you with both fingers, his tongue only adding to the intensity of pleasure. His fingers find your special spot while his mouth goes wild on your clit. You struggle through a wail before meeting his eyes, trying to pull away from the intensity of the pleasure.

“Maker, Tech that’s too much, there’s no way I can come twice like this. It's too good!"

“Nonsense, my Queen, I know you can. My brothers and I will make sure of that.”

The thought of them all watching you, teasing you, pleasing you, taking you sends a massive jolt through your core, and you careen into your second orgasm with a scream, riding his face as it hits you in waves. Once he feels your walls convulse, Tech slows his fingers, bringing you down as gently as he can while caring for your tender, sensitive clit. Only then does he remove his fingers, making you whimper with the sudden loss of contact before kissing up from your thighs to your stomach.

“That,” you pout breathlessly, “was NOT fair.”

“What wasn’t fair?” he asks, continuing to kiss up past your belly button.

“Using that image of you all to make me come like that.”

He looks up to you while kissing his way past your breasts. “I wasn’t aware there were rules.

You can’t help but give way to a light laugh. “You would probably just break them anyway.”

“That’s probably true.”

His lips find yours, and the taste of you on him is enough to leave you drunk.

“I grossly underestimated how gorgeous you would look like this,” he says quietly.

“Well, now you know, don’t do it again,” you smile, gently biting his lower lip as you kiss him. The heat begins to build again, maker you want him even more than you did before. You feel his hard cock against your thigh, quietly begging for attention. You reach down, positioning him so that he’s rutting against your slit, barely missing your entrance each time. You moan into his mouth as he slides past it again.

“Are you ok with this?” You open your eyes to meet his, earnestly asking permission. Your heart glows for him that much more.

“Yes, Tech. I want this. I want you.”

He can’t help but kiss you for those words. “As you wish.”

He pushes into you slowly, savoring your panting moans, growing harder at the vision of you beneath him, head back, eyes shut, arms over his shoulders.

"Oh yes," you sigh as he hits the deepest part inside you, making your hips arch up towards him.

“Karking hell,” he pants, lips finding yours again. “You are so tight.”

“Maker, Tech, you feel so good inside me.” You’re barely hanging onto your faculties, your sensitivity from the first two orgasms driving you into a whole new level of pleasure.

“Do you want to feel even better?”

You moan as he bites your neck. MAKER he must have read about this somewhere, or you had to personally thank the woman who trained him.

“Yes!”

“Then, my Queen, I think you will need to beg me for it.”

A shiver runs through your body at the dark edge to his matter-of-fact voice, making you clench around his cock. He lets out a strangled cry before looking back down at you again.

“Go on.”

You’re too far gone to fight it. “Please, Tech, please. Fill me up, Tech, I’ll be so good for you if you just fuck me, please.”

He's already moving before you finish. "Fuck, mesh'la, anything for you...”

His slow pace drives you crazy with need, your body writhing under his as he builds up speed, his breathe coming faster as he hits you deeper with each thrust. His hand find its way into your hair as he presses his forehead to yours, giving into the uncontrolled desire that drives him to finally take you as hard as he wants, losing all control. He's lost in your scent, in the squeeze of your walls, of the sounds from your throat. He’s blissfully surrounded by you in more ways than one.

You can barely hold onto yourself as he fucks into you, feeling your eyes fall into the back of your head, your body melting in the heat of his skin and the edge of his teeth. At this angle your swollen clit meets his hips with every thrust, stimulating you at delicious intervals that drive you even higher.

You’re so wrapped up in the pleasure that you don’t realize how close you are to your orgasm until it’s almost hit you.

“Oh my God, TECH, please don’t stop I’m going to come so hard with you so deep inside me.”

“Yes mesh’la, come for me, just like that, oh Maker you feel so good. I can’t hold on anymore.”

“Please come with me, Tech. I want to feel you fill me up while I come all over your cock. Please.”

His cry is strangled as he flies over the edge, emptying himself into you with each jerking thrust, your walls milking him dry. As his thrusts slow, he kisses up your throat until he meets your lips, before allowing you to pull him down to rest on top of you.

You feel your bones slowly liquify as you both come down from your high together, panting comfortably in the silence as you ground each other with your entwined limbs. Eventually he pulls out of you, moving to your side, his hand staying on your lower stomach. You pull his head onto your chest and kiss his forehead, basking in the afterglow of sex, fed by the satisfaction of safety.

“MY Tech,” you whisper softly as you run fingers through his hair, saying it more for yourself than for him. But you feel his small smile against your skin.

“Yes,” he says, “I suppose I would agree with that.”

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It’s more than a few minutes before you two are able to talk again, and you’re almost tentative to disturb the moment.

“Is this a terrible idea, Tech?”

He looks up at you. “Is what a terrible idea?”

“This…arrangement, our squad all…doing this. Are we just asking for trouble?”

Tech moves up slightly to lay on the pillow beside you as you turn over to face him. He’s thinking, which you appreciate- he is taking your question seriously.

“I have no data to compare this to,” he muses, “so I’m afraid I cannot give you a credible answer. However,” he looks back at you, sincere and honest, “I do know that when there is no available data, you must create it. And I, at least, am willing to experiment if you are.”

You smile at him, your hand coming up to stroke his cheek, marveling at the feeling of his skin beneath your fingertips. “Maker, you are so stupidly cute when you talk like that.”

“Oh?” He raises his eyebrows. “What am I normally?”

You laugh lightly, earning a smile. “Only incredibly cute.”

“I suppose that is acceptable.”

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The rest of the Batch return late in the afternoon to find Tech picking up pieces of his armor off the floor of the cockpit and putting them on. His hair is damp from the fresher, his cheeks still red from the hot water. Hunter takes one sniff of the air as he steps in behind Crosshair and smirks to himself.

“So, Tech, were you able to finish the repairs?”

Tech doesn’t look up. “No, Hunter, I was not.”

“Didn’t think so.” Hunter chuckles under his breath, sitting in one of the chairs to watch what’s next. Crosshair glances at him, then at Tech’s trail of armor, then at Tech. He smirks.

Echo is next up the ramp, looking around. “Where’s the Queen?”

Matter-of-fact. “Sleeping.”

Echo looks confused as Wrecker enters behind him, heading to the back of the ship to drop off their findings. “Has she been asleep this whole time?”

“No.”

“But you tired her out again,” Crosshair says, a statement, not a question.

Tech glances at him, putting on the final piece of his armor. “Yes.”

Wrecker comes back up to join them. “Hey, she’s not in her bunk.”

“No.”

Echo crosses his arms, slightly exasperated. “So where is she?”

“In my bunk. Did you bring the part?”

Echo holds it up to hand to him. “Yes-…wait, what is she doing in YOUR-“ Echo stops short, looking at Hunter’s grin, Crosshair’s smirk, then back to Tech as he takes the part. “…No.”

“Yes.” Tech heads towards the door to go begin the repairs.

“That’s impossible.”

Tech stops and looks back to his brothers, adjusting his goggles. “Apparently not.” He turns and walks outside, heading down the ramp.

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In More Ways Than One - Bad Batch x F!Reader

Summary: A night out with the Batch almost turns into a bar brawl, until your quick thinking sets up the perfect cover. Then your squad starts thinking it doesn't have to stay a cover. Sharing is caring, after all.

Tags: Implied smut, but mostly build up, fluff, and backstory.

Warnings: Sexual harassment by other clones.

Notes: Hey y'all, first fic posted here on Tumblr. I love writing and I wanted to give back to this community- I was feeling so ashamed of my thoughts, and then my friend pointed me to tumblr, and I found all you thirsty hos. (Thank goodness). This will be a series, of sorts, that will be mostly smut after this starter. Enjoy!

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“OHHH YEAH!!” Wrecker cries, breathing in the atmosphere of 79’s. “It’s about time we had this kind of fun!”

Clone Force 99 was on shore leave, and as the squad’s medic you had prescribed them all IMMEDIATE non-combative fun - mostly because YOU needed it (heh, the perks of power). Just you and the boys, YOUR boys, unless someone picked up an extra companion for the night… which never seemed to happen. The Batch is still in their armor, but you chose to relax a little- just some easy out and about evening clothes that make you feel good about yourself. Sometimes under all that armor, you forget what it’s like to be a WOMAN.

It helps that the Batch call you ‘the Queen’ - you wield your medic privileges like a scepter, ruling the ship’s wellness like your own little kingdom. It was the reason clone command kept you on with the 99- they wouldn’t take regs, and every other medic had quit within a month. You, however, weren’t scared off by their reckless risk taking- you THRIVED on it, knowing that if they planned to continue this thrill ride, then they’d better be healthy and hearty, dammit. When put like that, the squad started seeing you as an ally, not an enemy, and adopted you as one of their own.

You look around at the Batch, feeling your heart smile at each of them. Hunter leads the column, as always- ready to defend, senses alert even here, grounded, aware. This trip was for HIM, too- giving him a chance to take the night off from being on constant alert- but you could only ask so much from a highly sensitive active-duty Sergeant.

Wrecker and Echo follow, Wrecker getting pumped to the music, Echo looking around to see if he knows any of the clones present. The innocents- sort of. Wrecker with his unbridled glee for life, Echo with his purity of self, always looking to do the right thing for his brothers and the Republic. You link arms with both in a moment of joy and they both smile at you.

Tech and Crosshair bring up the rear. Tech is finishing some repair notes on his holopad (insisted he couldn’t relax until it was done). You allow it only to let his mind wind down before you claim a table- he’s still paying attention. Crosshair just observes the crowd. His silence is comfortable by now- he’s always listening, he just doesn’t speak unless he has something to say. Hunter might be able to detect more physically- but you suspect Crosshair sees more intellectually.

“Why are we here again?” Crosshair asks, unimpressed.

“It’s the only place that Wrecker can enter the dance floor without hitting all of the overhead lighting. That, and the Queen enjoys it.” Tech says, glancing up from his work. “There are fouler places.”

“Come on, you two, lighten up. It’s not like you have to live here.” Wrecker says, punching Crosshair in the arm as you all head to a table off in a dark corner- Hunter is wearing a device Tech fashioned to be able to bear the sights, noises, and smells, but it could only tune out so much.

“True, living with YOU is far worse.”

“Oh stop it, Crossy.” You know he hates that nickname, so you use it when he’s being a- “Just stay over here and glare everyone away, you’ll be fine.” You turn to see his reaction. “See, you’re so GOOD at it.”

“You give me lots of practice.”

“You’re welcome.”

Wrecker pounds the table with both fists. “Enough with the talk, more with the drinks!”

Hunter looks over to the Genius. “Who’s turn is it, Tech?”

Tech finally holsters his holopad. “The Queen’s, then mine, then Echo’s.”

Wrecker grins at you, “Alright, your majesty, you’re up!”

You push your chair out. “Yes, yes, but only because I am a kind and benevolent ruler. Don’t get into any trouble while I’m gone, please?”

“You’re the one who attracts trouble,” Hunter counters.

“It’s not MY fault I’m cute,” You snort, heading for the bar.

Wrecker looks at Hunter while the others watch you leave. “It’s not?”

Hunter smiles. “Eyes front, boys.” Three heads snap to look at him, blushes creeping up on their faces.

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The bar isn’t very busy- there’s a lull at this time of night- the early risers are trickling out, and the late night partiers have yet to come in. You slide up and smile at the bartender, leaning over on one hand as you casually order your drinks. The bartender starts working, and you settle in to wait.

“Look, fellas, that’s an invitation if I ever saw one.”

You can tell that he’s drunk by his voice alone, and you mentally roll your eyes. To play nice, or not to play nice?

You stand straight and look over to the three clones down the bar. You don’t recognize the markings on their armor, but you do recognize the high level of inebriation in their body language. Fabulous. This is nothing new, regs hit on you all the time, but this promises to be of the very unpleasant variety.

You keep your tone even, but you don’t force a smile. “Can I help you, trooper?”

“Oh no, you can go back to leaning over if you want, I was just enjoying the view.”

“Unless you want to give us a closer look.”

“No thank you,” you say dismissively, looking back towards the bartender, hoping that’s the end of it.

“Aw come on, don’t be such a prude. At least give us a smile.”

“Is there a problem?”

You all turn to see Crosshair standing with his arms crossed, glaring at the regs. You raise an eyebrow at him.

“They sent me to help carry drinks.”

Uh-huh. You smile to yourself- the boys could be a bit protective, even if you could take care of yourself.

The one on the left takes note of his markings and laughs. “The defect squad’s in 79’s? That explains it, you must be their little ice queen!”

You work to keep the irritation from your face. Did those damn Regs even turn your NICKNAME into an insult? WT actual F?

The one sitting in the middle takes a swig of his drink. “I’ve heard of you. Won’t give any clones the time of day, huh? Hands full satisfying the Sad Batch?”

“Are you done here?” Crosshair gives good cold-shouldered contempt- probably why he was sent over instead of the others. You call to the bartender, asking him to bring the drinks to your table. He waves, so you nod at Crosshair.

“Excuse me.” As you start to walk away, you feel one of them catch your wrist and pull you back. It’s the one in the middle. This one is working on your LAST nerve.

His grin is mean, his face is close, his breath smells like whiskey. “You don’t have to go with these rejects, you know. Don’t you want to see what REAL clones are like? Trust me, we’ll show you a much better time.”

Before you can react, Crosshair latches onto his wrist, squeezing it until the reg loosens his grip with a yelp.

“Leave. Her. Alone.” He spits the words out like the threat they are, dropping the clone’s wrist like it was something nasty. You smirk as you massage your own wrist, following Crosshair.

“No wonder they call you the whore of the 99- you come whenever they call. Probably in more ways than one.”

Oh, so this reg wanted to die.

Crosshair whirls, murder in his eyes. You have about .5 seconds to decide to help him or stop him.

As much as you’d LOVE to see your Marksman trounce these idiots, that would get you thrown out. A mischievous thought crosses your mind: they had given you the answer, something to keep them and future aspiring lovers off your tail.

“Cross, CROSS…” You stop Crosshair’s advance with your hand on his chest, leaning in close to him, your nose nestling in his neck. “Ignore them.”

“He CALLED you a-“

“I know, love.” You wrap one of his arms around your waist. Crosshair finally looks down at you, the murder fading from his eyes as he realizes what you’re doing. “They’re just jealous they aren’t you, or anyone else on the squad. They’re just jealous I’m yours.” You glance at the open mouthed regs over your shoulder. “If you start a fight, everyone will join in. Why waste your time on them when you could all be spending time with me?” You take his ever-present toothpick from his mouth, the other hand tracing a finger down his jaw line. “I know which I would prefer.”

Your finger gently pulls his jaw forward into a kiss. He stiffens for a moment, then relaxes into your lips. They’re so soft, supple from all that toothpick teething. This feels way less strange than it should… You both linger a little bit longer than necessary…for show. Right?

You pull away just enough to whisper against his lips. “Lets go have our own fun, honey.” You turn, looking the shocked troopers up and down before flicking the toothpick at them. “Boys.”

You walk towards the squad, enjoying- er, feeling Crosshair’s hand on your hip.

His voice is close to your ear. “You’re letting them off too lightly.”

You grin up at him. “You mean letting them off alive?”

He looks down at you from the corner of his eyes. “I wouldn’t have killed them.”

“And that would be unforgivable.”

Crosshair smirks but doesn’t take his eyes off you when you face forward. That was quick thinking on your part, and probably very effective… and incredibly, incredibly hot. He finds himself hoping more regs bother you throughout the night, if it means he needs to keep proving “you’re theirs”. He blinks and looks towards the squad, trying to shake the thought out of his head, just like all the thoughts of you before today. His hand is suddenly aching to start tracing the outline of your spine- he moves it away before he can oblige.

“You owe me a toothpick.”

Hunter is sitting with his arms crossed, face unreadable as you rejoin them.

“What in karking hell was THAT about?”

“Yeah, what were you two KISSING for?” Wrecker says, confused more than anything.

You speak before Crosshair has a chance. “I wanted to make it clear I was unavailable.”

“Did it work?”

You turn to the Marksman, eyebrow raised. “Crosshair?”

He looks at you out of the corner of his eyes before looking back at Hunter. “They’ll leave us alone.”

“Good!” Wrecker grins as the bartender appears, a full tray of drinks in his hand. “Then let’s have some FUN! YEAH!”

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You’re all on your second drinks, belly-laughing at one of Echo’s gossipy stories about the Captain of the 501st before you excuse yourself for the restroom. The Batch watch you walk away before turning en masse to the Marksman.

“Alright, Crosshair, what happened?” Hunter asks, eyes intent on his brother’s face.

Crosshair moves his toothpick from one side of his mouth to the other, glancing to make sure you were out of earshot. “They called her a whore.”

“They WHAT?!” Echo and Wrecker are on their feet.

Crosshair folds his arms and leans back in his chair. “Apparently that’s what the regs are calling her- the whore of the 99.”

Wrecker’s anger only subsides a little in his confusion. “What…What does that mean?”

“That she’s making it with all of us, that she’s OUR whore. Saying that’s why she won’t flirt with any of the regs.”

Tech relaxes, indignant but assured. “Well, I’m glad she had the chance to set them str-“

“She acted like it was true.”

Silence. For once, even Tech was at a loss for words. “She…she what?”

“That’s what she meant by ‘making it clear she wasn’t available’.”

Echo sits again in disbelief. “Wait, wait, she wants this rumor to continue?”

Wrecker looks around at his brothers, trying to piece this all together. “So, is that why you kissed her?”

“It stands to reason that if this were to work long term, we would all have to be ready to help her back up this claim," Tech muses.

“So we’d ALL have to kiss her?”

“I don’t think any of us are particularly opposed to that.” Hunter says quietly, looking at his squad. Each one turns red, only Crosshair keeping his head up.

“Stop that, it’s annoying,” he glowers.

Echo recovers next. “But sooner or later it’s going to come out that it isn’t true. We can’t be worried about play acting while we’re on missions with other squads.”

“What if we weren’t play acting?” Hunter asks pensively.

They all look at him blankly.

He sips from his glass. “What if she WERE ours?”

Wrecker’s mouth hangs open. Echo can only blink. Tech puts his chin in his hand, thinking. Crosshair silently stares at them all. No one objects. No one says anything.

“I know none of you would mind the idea- and I’m well convinced she wouldn’t either.”

Echo finds his voice. Barely. “Hunter, you can’t be serious. She’s in our SQUAD. She’s a SOLDIER. Command would never allow it.”

Hunter’s laugh is short and low. “We’re the Bad Batch, trooper- we’ve always done things differently.”

Tech speaks up from his musings. “Theoretically, this scenario works well- she wouldn’t need to worry about solicitations... and we…”

“We get to share the one woman we’re all attracted to without compromising or segregating our squad.” Hunter’s serious face gives way to a small smirk. “Even share her at the same time- on occasion.”

They fall silent as each member wrestles with their own excitement. Could this really happen?

“There’s no way she’ll go for this.” Echo quietly reasons. “One, MAYBE two, but not… ALL of us.”

Hunter stands slowly, finishing his drink in one gulp. “Only one way to find out.”

“Where are you going?” Tech asks, adjusting his goggles.

“Those regs are facing where she is- gotta help make it convincing.” He walks off towards the dance floor.

Echo massages his face in exasperation and disbelief. This squad was INSANE. “I can’t believe this is happening.”

“Nothing has happened yet.” Tech finishes his own drink. “For all we know, Hunter could be letting the spotchka do the talking…” He looks up to where Hunter disappeared. “Though, I, for one, hope it isn’t.” His voice is quiet, but earnest. The rest stay quiet, thinking their own thoughts, unsure of what to hope for and what to expect.

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You finish checking your reflection in the mirror, that kiss with Crosshair still on your mind. You had broken one of your rules- don’t seem to pick one over the others. You hadn't really MEANT to, it was just all you could think of in the moment. They probably accepted it for what it was- just a tactic, you were worrying for nothing. You groaned to yourself and massaged your temples. In your ideal world you knew how each of them kissed, how each one felt beneath your hands or in your mouth or between your thighs- but this was the real world. And you couldn’t bear the idea of picking just one. So you picked none. And that was just the way it was. With a resolved sigh and a wink to yourself in the mirror, you open the restroom door to make your way back to the batch.

Looking at the dance floor, you see the regs from earlier seated at the bar, watching the dancing throng. You roll your eyes, turning to head back to your table- but a hand lightly grabs your arm and pulls you towards the wall. Ready to punch, you make eye contact with…

“Hunter!” You lightly punch him in the arm. “Don’t DO that, I was about to deck you!”

He grins, pulling you in so you can hear him against your ear. “Didn’t think you would hear me.”

You smile. “That’s probably true. What is it? Did you come to babysit?”

“Kind of.” There’s something different in his voice. You notice his hand has moved to your back, that you’re pressed up close to him. “Crosshair told us about what the regs said.”

Your eyes were getting sore from all this rolling. “Of course he did.”

“He also told us you played along.”

“Yes, hoping it would spread to others. I don’t exactly RELISH fighting them off.”

“Shall we make sure they get the point?”

Confusion. Suspicion. “What do you mean?”

“You wanted it clear that you belonged to ALL of us, right?”

Small lightbulb. “…yeees?”

“Well then,” his voice was practically a purr, “shall we give them more proof?”

You pull back to look at him. Your mind is screaming at you to remember the rule you JUST TALKED ABOUT, but you can’t keep the suspicious smile from spreading across your face. “…If you think it would be a good id-“

He tilts your head up to him and kisses you, starting off light, gentle, but deepening with each wave. Maker, he was a good kisser. You slide your arms around the back of his neck, ignoring that inner voice and giving in to the moment. He lightly bites your bottom lip, swallowing your gasp before pulling your body into his. You barely manage to keep your tongue under control. Thank goodness his armor separates your bodies, or you might take it too far-

And just like that, it’s over, he pulls away slightly to smile down at your swollen lips. He glances up towards the bar.

“Looks like they got the picture.”

You laugh lightly. “Damn, Hunter, I think every clone in a 3 click radius got the picture.”

“Good. Then they’ll believe you’re ours.”

“Exactly.” He can hear a thrill in your voice, subtle, but present. He was right. He could feel himself pushing against his codpiece at the thought, emboldening him in his next steps.

“It doesn’t have to be pretend, you know.”

You turn to him, eyes suspicious. “Pretend what?”

“To be ours. You could be, all of ours. If you wanted to.”

You blink, unsure you heard correctly. “Hunter, have you had too much to drink?”

He smirks. “No, but I can see how you would think that.” He leans in again, his voice next to your ear to be sure you hear each word. “Just think about it, mesh’la. We have.”

They have? All of them would agree to share you? Excitement sends a thrill down your spine and through your core, making you shiver ever so slightly. Damn. You hate that he probably knows exactly what just happened, his sensitivity gives him such an annoying insight into your reactions.

He grins. Yeah, he felt that. “Ready to head back? Or could they do with more convincing?”

You swat his arm playfully, smiling as you push yourself upright. “You are a bad man, Sergeant.”

“Comes with the territory.”

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The rest of the night is as fun as you hoped- drinks, dancing, laughter, deep conversations, and late-night food, REAL food. No one mentions the clones from earlier, or what happened with Hunter and Crosshair- it feels like nothing’s changed. It isn’t until the end of the night, heading back to the ship, that a thought pops unbidden into your head:

What would going home be like if you belonged to them?

You imagine being pinned to the floor of the marauder, Wrecker holding down your arms with Hunter’s head between your thighs, screaming for him not to stop. On your hands and knees with Echo in your mouth, Crosshair pulling you back onto him, their breathe fast and shallow. Tech losing control while you’re spread out on his worktable on Kamino, teeth biting into your neck as he-

“Your Majesty.”

You start and look up the ramp to see Hunter smirking down at you, leaning on the doorframe.

“Caught in a daydream?”

You want to make an excuse of some kind, cover it up, but it wouldn’t make a difference- he’s picked up your heartbeat, pupil dilation, your pheromones- fine. You’re a medic. You can play this game too.

You walk up the ramp one step at a time until you’re face-to-face. You lean in slowly, hands on his chest. “YOU told me to think about it, Hunter. So I’m thinking about it. And tonight, I’ll think about it as long as I want to. And you. Can. On. Ly. Listen.”

You feel his heart skip a beat before attempting to pound its way out of his chest. You smile at a point scored right in his face. He eyes you up and down as you smirk and walk past him into the ship.

“Boys, I brought one more round as a nightcap- who wants one?” Your suggestion is met with cheers and laughter. Could it really get any better than this?

Apparently, yes, yes it could.

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The Defective Jedi

Chapter 1

Word count: 2.2k

Trigger Warnings: None really, just some fighting

Every day you tried to forget and yet almost every night you remembered. Wandering through the crystal caves of Ilum was horribly cold and felt so lonely. You were never particularly strong with the force but you always felt it. That connection between all things living and the energy it permeated, but when you entered the cave you felt, nothing. Why did you feel nothing?

You heard the other younglings yipping in happiness and laughing in triumph as one by one they found their kyber crystals and still, nothing called for you. Time was running out before the entrance became a wall of ice with no escape and even as a child you accepted defeat before you accepted death. You were the last to leave and the only one who was left empty handed. You would remember the disappointed look of Master Yoda forever, his eyes turned to the snow beneath his feet with a pained look before he looked back up at you.

It wasn’t long after that you were sent back home to Lothal. You had taken your parents pride and sullied it with failure and you don’t think they ever forgave you for it. It was true, you had failed before you even really got started. Your connection to the force just wasn’t strong enough to be a Jedi.

Still, you refused to let the connection go. You spent your formative years practicing the techniques you were able to learn in your short time studying under the jedi. Hours meditating every rotation searching for that warmth. You did find it; you could still feel it and so you taught yourself as much as you could.

Once you were able to venture out on your own you left Lothal and your parents’ resentment behind. Never really setting up a home; you joined a bounty hunter’s guild instead and used your abilities to become a fairly prolific hunter. It was during these years that all hell broke lose as war erupted all over the galaxy.

Only one year in and it wasn’t looking good. Hundreds of Jedi had fallen to the separatist forces and they needed help. This was when a desperate plea rang across the galaxy for the aid of anyone with force sensitive capabilities to come and join the fight for the republic. Whether it was out of the desire to help or need to prove yourself to the ones who threw you out you weren’t sure; still you answered their call.

You were tested and trained in a group of others with similar stories to your own under several rotating Jedi. At the end of your training, you were assigned to be exactly what you already were; a fighter. You were assigned to various squads as aid and back up; using your intuition, strategy skills and your fighting expertise on the battle field with the clones. You’d never hold a rank above a grunt but you didn’t care. Every victory was a curse on the Jedi for giving you up.

After months of rotating between battalions you were about to receive your permanent assignment. Clone Force 99, a rag tag team of four, apparently defective, clones. The irony didn’t escape you.

“Why are we getting a Jedi?” Hunter asked the hologram of Cody. The others standing back but still in view of the commander.

“She’s not a Jedi, she’s one of the force sensitives the Jedi asked to join the cause. She doesn’t hold rank over you, you’re still in charge.”

“I don’t like it.” Sneered Crosshair.

“Well, you don’t have much of a choice. The higher ups want these people sprinkled out through all the squads in case of a Sith attack. The Jedi worry about them rising up with the appearance of a few and quite frankly, no clone stands a chance agianst them. They can wipe out battalions.”

“When is she joining and for how long?” The Sergent was growing impatient and didn’t like the idea of a new member being added to their group.

“She’s waiting on Kamino for you now so you’ll meet her upon arrival, she’ll be with you until the war is over or until she runs as fast as she can away from you.” The commander had a small smirk on his face that Hunter mirrored. The idea of sending a Jedi, or whatever, running amused him.

            Once they touched down on Kamino three out of the four were sightly on edge with the exception or Wrecker who seemed rather excited. He was generally the most welcoming. The worry melted away as soon as they laid eyes on you. You really didn’t look like a Jedi at all. You looked like an operative. Instead of a robe you wore black armor and in the place of a lightsaber at your hip, you had a blaster and a large curved vibro-blade.

Crosshair couldn’t help but eye you up and down the armor looked good on you. You took each of them in once you took your helmet off and introduced yourself to your new companions, a dance you’ve done before. Wrecker was kind enough to grab the two crates of your belongings and load them onto the ship. There wasn’t much time for pleasantries before you received your first mission. You were to extract data from an outpost on Teth and upload it straight to Cody. Information about prisoners of war and where they were being held was your main objective. Anything else was an added bonus. You all loaded onto the ship after eating a hearty meal in the cafeteria.

In the back of the ship next to the bunks you unpacked a few things from your crates.

“Whatchya got there?” Wrecker asked excitedly.

“Ill eat a loth cat before I sleep in GAR issued blankets.” He laughed heartily at your response and left you to continue. You didn’t have any photos to hang or many personal items at all for that matter but that’s how you’ve lived for the last few years anyway.

            Once you were finished you made your way to the common area where the clones were discussing strategy. Quietly you took the empty seat between Tech and Crosshair. The outpost was situated in the middle of the jungle. Intel reported minimal guards as it wasn’t a main base but still enough that you all decided stealth was your best option.

            Once the plan had been formulated they all looked at you expectedly.

“What is it?” you asked.

“So why didn’t you become a Jedi?” Tech asked outright, Hunter elbowed him but didn’t faze the goggled soldier.

“I tried but, well they decided I wasn’t strong enough. I’m closer to the force than most people but not close enough to be a Jedi.”

“You’re defective like us!” Wrecker shouted with glee, earning an elbow from Hunter as well. You actually laughed a bit.

“Yeah, you could say that. I’ve used my abilities as a bounty hunter since I left Lothal until I joined the GAR.”

            Crosshair watched you out of the corner of his eye. You really weren’t what they thought you would be at all. You weren’t a religious zealot you were just someone trying to find their way in the galaxy like the rest of them. He admired that, the honesty too. You weren’t trying to be something you’re not.

            That night in hyperspace you tossed and turned in your new bunk. Nightmares from close calls on a hunt filled your mind. You were often reminded of the times you came close to getting killed before a mission. Eventually you gave up and made your way toward the cockpit. You enjoyed meditating under the blue streaking lights. You were surprised to see that someone had beat you to it. The lithe handsome sniper sat in the pilot’s chair cleaning his fire puncher and mouthing a tooth pick.

            He looked up at you slightly taken aback by your appearance. Quickly he composed himself and half waved his arm at the other seat as a silent invitation.

“Sorry for intruding, I just couldn’t sleep.”

“You’re not.”

You were starting to like the way words seemed to slither off his tongue. You nodded a thanks to him and turned to watch the stars soaring by at light speed. Both you sat in silence for a few minutes before he opened and shut his mouth, wanting to ask you something but Cross wasn’t sure if it was out of turn.

He mentally shrugged and asked, “So why did you join the GAR?”

“Is one part brave three parts fool a believable answer?”

“I doubt you’re a fool.”

“Well, we’ll see if you keep that opinion,” you chuckled and earned an upturn of the corner of his mouth.

“Honestly? I found it ironic that the Jedi needed our help now. I don’t hold too much resentment agianst them but I do want to prove myself as valuable. Besides, things make sense out here.”

“How so?” He turned in his chair to face you and put his rifle down for a moment. You glanced at him and shrugged your shoulders.

“There’s no confusion right now. We fight agianst Separatists and clankers. I’m sure there are good people on those planets but this is the side I chose to fight for so that’s what I’m going to do.”

Crosshair digested your words and offered “We didn’t get a choice.”

“If you did, what would you be doing?”

“That’s a difficult question to answer, I’ve never let myself be hypothetical like that before because there isn’t a choice. I.. We’re property of the GAR just like my rifle and this ship. Don’t tell Tech that though, it’s his ship in his mind.”

You giggled a bit at that and nodded your head in understanding.

“I spent so much time hunting and fighting bounties that this just seemed like a natural course of action. I can’t see myself doing anything else instead now.”

Crosshair picked up his fire puncher again and resumed cleaning it. You watched him for a while before turning back to the lights and closing your eyes. You reached out through the force trying to feel the Purgill you swore you heard. What you didn’t sense was Crosshair watching you intently.

            You were going over the mission plan one last time while Tech was putting down the ship a few clicks away from the objective point. The jungle terrain was difficult to get through but not too much of a problem. The closer you got the more the hairs on the back of your neck stood on end. Cross left your group close to the outpost to climb one of the giant trees for a better vantage point.

“I’ve got a bad feeling about this,” you whispered to the Sergent.

He nodded in response, seemingly sensing something as well. The post was supposed to be guarded by droids with a few officers scattered throughout but something was off. No perimeter defense and no guards posted outside. Your group made their way around to a side door shown on the schematics and while Tech was overriding security, you Hunter and Wrecker kept watch. You could Feel Crosshair’s eyes on you and it gave you an overwhelming sense of security knowing he was watching over you.

            Three droids were posted on the inside of the door and as soon as you were in Wrecker crushed one agianst the wall, Hunter stabbed one in the chest and you took the last one’s head off with your long viroblade. Quickly you dashed in and made your way through the base looking for a data port. Tech found one on a lower level and plugged in, searching the database until he found what he needed.  

“It seems there are around fifty clones being held captive for questioning on a moon in the outer rim. There are also schematics for the spider droids here…” Tech prattled on interesting things he was downloading until Hunter shushed him and signaled for him to hurry up. That’s when the alarm sounded.

“We gotta go, now.” You stated with certainty. Trusting your instinct the boys packed up and started running back up to the way out. Once the door was insight, a wall of droids emerged and started firing at you. You fell back around a corner and started shooting them with your blaster looking for a weak point in the wall.

“Wrecker throw a smoke grenade,” Hunter barked.

“On it!” Wrecker tossed two creating a large fog that allowed you to step out, you reached out your hand and with a little struggle, used the force to loosen a wall panel until it flew into the side of the droid squad, pinning them to the opposite wall.

“HA HA NICE!” Wrecker shouted.

The four of you ran like hell out of the outpost to find several fallen droids, courtesy of the reliable sniper.

Once the five of you were back on the ship and Tech was taking off Wrecker was excitedly telling Crosshair how you threw a wall at a bunch of droids, taking out ten in one go. There seemed to be an impressed glint in his eye.

“That was good work back there,” Hunter told you sincerely. You smiled and thanked him, watching as the data was sent through encryption straight to Cody to do with as he saw fit.

Your first mission with the squad, a success you exchanged a smile with the sniper and sat in your victory.

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Crosshair has has given me absolute brain rot forever but it's been BAD this whole season so I'm working on a multi chapter fic that's gonna drop soon. It's been a crazy long hiatus but I'm hoping I'm back

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Dawn of Us

Pairing: Crosshair x Gen!Reader

Summary: Crosshair feels bad about being cold to you and struggles with his ~feelings.

WC: 2100

Warnings: None. Kissing, fluff, some angst (c’mon, it’s Crosshair). Mentions of nightmares. Happy ending. TBB AU in which Crosshair is rescued and with his brothers.

A/N: This is based off of an ask from @banthasworld ! This took an incredibly embarassing amount of time, I am so sorry. It is based on the sunshine x grumpy trope, with Crosshair being…well Crosshair. Reader is always nice to him, and he struggles with that of course. Reader isn’t super described, since this is more from Crosshair’s point of view. But he sees reader as a ray of light, his sunshine, so it kind of works? ANYWAY, I hope you like!

Crosshair furiously chewed his toothpick, watching with feigned disgust as your shoulders shook with mirth, laughing as you placed a delicate ring of flowers atop Wrecker’s head.

Omega let out a giggle, handing Echo a crown of flowers of his own.

Tech was already adorned with one, and Hunter was adjusting his flowers around his bandana.

Everyone had a smile on their face, and Crosshair couldn’t help but retreat to the back of The Marauder to clean his rifle, hoping it would distract him from the merriment happening in the cockpit.

Earlier that day, Tech guided the ship down on a grassy planet for re-supply. They had agreed to pick up a shipment for Shep to bring back to Pabu.

While you were waiting, you and Omega found a lovely patch of flowers not too far from the ship, the fields blooming with color.

You were reminded of your childhood, sitting in meadows and making flower crowns with your friends. You showed a wide-eyed Omega how to make one for herself, which in turn inspired her to make one for all of her brothers.

Crosshair had been back with his brothers for some time now, and while he had mostly gained their trust back and things were somewhat back to normal, he couldn’t help but still keep himself at arm's length.

Crosshair looked up from his rifle once more, connecting his narrow-eyed gaze with your bright eyes.

He felt his stomach flip, something that he noticed was happening more often, something that he was desperately trying to ignore.

You were there when they rescued Crosshair from the Empire’s grasp. You had been kind to him from the start, even knowing everything that he had done, at least whatever his brothers told you about him.

You were laughing now, Wrecker telling a story of a mission Crosshair didn’t remember. It must have been a mission they went on while he was gone.

Crosshair scowled, retreating even further into himself as he flung what was left of his toothpick to the ground.

He glowered at his Firepuncher, waiting to be distracted from the sound of your voice, the beautiful glimmer in your eyes, the sneaking thought of wishing he could make you laugh as joyously as Wrecker…

He snapped out of his thoughts when your shadow changed the lighting around him, realizing you were standing right in front of him.

“Here.” You smiled, holding out a flower crown to him. “This one’s for you.”

Crosshair frowned, not making a move to take it, looking back at his rifle. He couldn’t bear to make eye contact with you. His heart thudded, hoping you’d just walk away.

“Tell the kid thanks, but no thanks.” He muttered.

“Omega didn’t make this for you.” You paused for a moment.

“I did.”

Crosshair’s eyes snapped to yours. You made it for him?

You hesitantly placed the ring of flowers down next to him.

“You don’t have to be back here by yourself, you know.” Your voice was soft, a kindly cadence that Crosshair couldn’t get out of his head at night, no matter how much he tossed and turned.

Crosshair bit down on a fresh toothpick, glancing at the intricately made ring of flowers next to his thigh.

“Who says I want company?”

He knew he was being an asshole, but it was the only way to get you away from him.

Every second you were close to him, every time you glanced his way, brought him a cup of caf, or asked him how he was doing, it was making it harder and harder for him to not take your face in his hands and kiss you.

He wanted to hear your warm words in his ear, feel your lips on his, finally let his guard down for once, and bathe in your light that outshone his darkness.

He couldn’t, though. Why would you want him?

The severe and unyielding traitor who broke his family’s trust? Something he was still gaining back, and may never truly get back.

He was broken. You deserve someone better.

These were the intrusive thoughts that kept him away from you, the nagging voice in the back of his mind that he just couldn’t keep quiet, no matter how hard he tried.

“I can sit with you if you want.” You asked, still standing in front of him, a glimmer of hope in your eyes.

Ask them to sit with you, you idiot.

Crosshair huffed. “I want to be left alone.”

Why am I like this?

You bit your lip, nodding and turning away from him, respecting his space.

Crosshair’s eyes didn’t miss a thing, watching as your shoulders slumped in such a subtle way that you may have done it subconsciously.

You looked over your shoulder at him, your lips parting like you wanted to say something, but continued to walk to the front of the ship, where his brothers and Omega had started some sort of card game.

Crosshair furrowed his brows, trying to focus on cleaning his rifle again.

This was normalcy he thought he’d never have, and it was right in front of him, waiting for him.

And yet he was still choosing to be alone.

Guilt, something he had never really felt before he came back to his brothers, sat like a stone in his stomach. He felt bad for being cold to you. You didn’t deserve this.

He watched as you sat, overseeing the card game, a smile back on your face. You glanced at him quickly, before being dealt in.

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The Marauder was quiet, except for Wrecker’s soft snores reverberating on the durasteel walls.

Crosshair lay in his bunk, gently turning the crown of flowers in his hands, holding it above him.

It was made with extreme care, his fingers grazing against the delicate petals, observing how thoughtfully you crafted it, the vines and stems intertwining with one another without being broken.

Could that be him? Could he be entwined with something beautiful without breaking it?

Crosshair laid the flowers on his chest, slinging one arm over his eyes. He replayed earlier in the evening in his head, except this time, he invited you to sit with him.

You watch as he demonstrates how to take apart his rifle, explaining each part, and showing you how to put it back together. He imagined your face close to his, paying close attention, feeling your breath on the side of his face. Laughing at something he says, a cheery smile just because you’re near him…

A tidal wave of unfamiliar warmth engulfed him, a peculiar fuzziness spreading in his chest.

Crosshair held on to that feeling, this time not trying to push it away, letting it spread and take hold of his heart. The sensation was strange, but comforting. He fell asleep with the ghost of your lips on his, your soft hands embracing him.

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Crosshair awoke early the next morning, something he still did out of habit. He was a light sleeper, and ever since he decided to leave his brothers, his sleep was interrupted by nightmares from his choices, and what was done to him while he was captured.

This morning, though, he realized the usual terrors that plague his mind did not make a visit. Instead, his dreams were filled with you, with flowers, with feelings he could only describe as…peace?

Crosshair sat up, realizing he was still holding the crown of flowers from last night. His head was spinning with emotion, with the realization of how much you meant to him, how much he needed you.

Crosshair didn’t expect anything in return from you, especially after how he’s treated you. But at the very least, you deserved an apology and a thank you for the gift.

Everyone was still asleep, except for you. Your bunk was empty, made up neatly. You were an early riser too, Crosshair often catching you staring at the sunrise on Pabu down at the beach by yourself. He never joined you, assuming you wanted your space.

Crosshair knew you’d be right outside the ship, waiting for the sun to cast its glow over you.

Crosshair silently slipped out of the ship, the ramp cracked just enough for him to slip through without waking anyone else.

The sun was just beginning to rise, casting soft pink and orange glows over the dewy fields, the flowers still closed up for the night, waiting to wake with the rays of the sun.

Crosshair saw you sitting alone in a small clearing, staring toward the horizon.

Crosshair didn’t realize he was holding his breath as he approached you, his heart pounding in his chest.

He cleared his throat, not wanting to scare you.

You turned immediately, your eyes lighting up the second you realized it was him.

“Crosshair! I hope I didn’t wake you?”

Crosshair shook his head. “No, I was already awake.”

He stood awkwardly, not knowing if he should ask to sit with you or not. He wanted to give you the chance to tell him to buzz off, like he told you the night before.

“Would you like to join me?” You asked, your voice quiet, a hopeful spark in your eye.

Crosshair didn’t say anything, taking a seat next to you in the damp grass. The horizon was beginning to turn a kaleidoscope of color as the sun began peeking above the grass on the horizon.

There were a few moments of silence, and then you spoke.

“I’m sorry.” You said, your voice almost inaudible.

Crosshair’s head snapped toward you.

Why the hell were you apologizing to him? He was supposed to be apologizing to you!

“For what?” Crosshair’s brows were knit, wondering what the kriff you were trying to apologize for.

You fiddled with some of the grass under your fingers.

“I know I can be too much sometimes, when I know you just want to be left alone…” your voice trailed off.

“I’m sorry if I’ve been too pushy, especially last night. I realize I’m making you uncomfortable. I will back off.”

Crosshair’s heart sank to his feet. This is not how this was supposed to go. He felt even guiltier than before. You and your big heart, assuming it was all your fault.

Crosshair shook his head. “You’re wrong.”

You looked at him, confused.

“You have nothing to apologize for.” Crosshair took a breath. “You don’t deserve how I’ve treated you. I…appreciate everything you do for me. I’m sorry I don’t return it. I have no excuse.”

Crosshair felt something on his hand. It was yours, barely touching his. Rays of sunlight were reflecting in the dew of the grass, spreading across the plains. Petals stirred, beginning to open toward the light.

“Crosshair…” You whispered his name, your fingers threading together. “I care about you, a lot.”

“I know.” Crosshair’s voice cracked, barely above a whisper. “I’m not a good man, you shouldn’t…

Here I go again, pushing them away.

Crosshair wanted to yell, to take you up in his arms, say how much he cares, how much he wants you, how much he needs you…

You must have seen the battle in his eyes, and your lips were on his cheek before he could continue.

Crosshair froze at first, his body going into overdrive of a million different emotions.

You’re kissing him? You’re touching him? Was this a dream, one that he has secretly wanted for so long?

Your lips were softer than any fantasy as they pressed softly, pulling away as quick as they were on him.

Crosshair’s body erupted in sensations he’d never experienced, goosebumps spreading throughout his body as you kissed him. As fast as it happened, you pulled away.

You quickly took your hand out of his, seeing as he wasn’t responding to your bold move.

“I’m sorry, I-“

“Quit apologizing.” Crosshair muttered before capturing your lips with his in a needy kiss, wrapping one arm around you to bring you close, cradling your head with the other.

Crosshair never, ever wanted to let go of this moment. Feeling your body relax against his, your own arms wrapping around him. He held onto you for dear life, wanting to say so much more, to keep apologizing, to warn you that his darkness may never be cured. Your lips didn’t stop moving together, expressing everything that words could not.

Finally, you both pulled away for a much needed breath, the sun’s rays now fully shining down on you.

“The flowers…” Crosshair uttered against your lips. “Thank you.”

You smiled, tucking your head against his chest as he held you. Momentarily, Crosshair forgot everything as you embraced. It was just you and him, and the hope of the new day, both of you bathed in its light.

Maybe, just maybe, it was time to let himself be cared for. Maybe, just maybe, things would be okay.

As long as he had you, he knew it would be.

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♡ Morning Sex with Hunter and Crosshair (NSFW) ♡

Pairings: Hunter x Fem!Reader & Crosshair Fem!Reader

WC: Around ~700 for each.

Warnings: NSFW, 18+. Smut. Soft morning sex with Hunter and Crosshair (separately). PiV. Oral (male receiving). Soft/fluffy. Established relationship. Bulleted list drabbles.

A/N: Sometimes you wake up and just need to write your thots down. Enjoy some soft morning pleasures with Hunter and Crosshair. Perhaps on Pabu where everyone is safe and stress-free? 💕

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Hunter

You wake with large hands gently caressing your body, warm lips on your shoulder.

Your eyes flutter open and Hunter is gazing at you, his fingers rubbing small circles on your hip, just above your panty line.

“Good morning, mesh’la.” He rumbled, his voice husky from sleep, and perhaps other thoughts that were formulating in his mind as he gazed upon your body.

His look was intense, your body flushing and reacting to his touch as he pressed a kiss to the side of your neck.

Hunter breathed in deeply, your scent electrifying him.

One hand slid up under your nightshirt to where your breasts lay, warm and supple under the graze of his fingertips.

You knew exactly what he wanted, he didn’t have to declare it.

You wanted it too.

You whispered his name, your eyes fighting to stay open, not from drowsiness, but from the sensation of his lips on your neck, now sucking gently at your skin, and the bliss from his calloused fingers slowly rolling your pebbled nipple.

Your panties were dampening, his hand now giving your other breast equal attention as his lips moved to yours, a slow languid kiss that perfectly matched the laziness of the morning.

You let out a breathy moan as you felt him press his hardened length against your thigh.

You turned on your side, letting him pull you back against his chest, pressing your ass against his hips as you spooned.

Hunter let out a low groan, bucking his hips into your plush ass, rubbing his cock against your clothed pussy.

Hunter brought a hand over your hip to your center, rubbing slow circles on your clothed clit, feeling the thin material dampen with every pass of his finger.

“So wet for me…” He breathed in your ear, bucking his hips into you again. “So good for me…”

“Hunter, please…” You didn’t need to say much more, he knew what you needed. He always did.

Hunter slipped his hand under your panties, his fingers slipping between your soaked folds, teasing your clit.

Hunter was basking in the scent of your arousal and the soft whimpers escaping your lips, reveling in the subconscious twitches of your body as his finger slipped inside your velvety entrance.

Hunter knew he couldn’t last much longer, needing to feel your soft walls clenching around his cock more and more with each passing second.

He slowly pumped his finger in and out, adding a second as you shuddered against his body.

With a growl, Hunter removed his fingers, shoving down your panties as he lined his cock up with your entrance.

You wiggled your ass, pressing yourself back up against him, slightly shifting your position on your side so he could guide himself in.

You both released a moan as he slid in without resistance.

You twisted your neck back to kiss him as he slowly fucked you, neither of you in a rush to get to your ends.

Hunter slid his hand up and down the side of your body, squeezing in reverence and grunting praises in your ear as he held you.

Feeling his strong body pressed up against yours, his hips moving in tandem with yours was enough for you.

Your body quivered as his thrusts became quicker, his breathing more shallow.

You knew he was close, even at your lazy pace.

Hunter brought a hand to your clit, rubbing quick circles, causing you to arch and mewl at the sudden, intense ecstasy.

“That’s right…” he panted quietly, “come for me, mesh’la.”

You came with a long moan of his name, clenching around his cock as his finger worked your clit, pleasure slowly rolling wave after wave through your body.

Hunter stilled and let out a shaky moan of your name, his cock pulsing and twitching as he filled you with his warmth.

Hunter buried his face into your hair, bringing one arm over you to lace his hand in yours.

You stayed spooning on your side, even as he softened inside of you.

Neither of you wanted to move, basking in the afterglow.

Hunter grunted as he finally slipped out of you, maneuvering you so you were facing him, pulling you into his chest.

“I love you.” He mumbled, his eyelids heavy, the warmth and softness of your body lulling him back into slumber.

“I love you too…” You whispered before falling back asleep in his arms.

Crosshair

You woke first, which was unusual.

Crosshair was generally an early riser, even after all this time.

Delicate sunlight peeked through the curtains, casting a glow on Crosshair’s slumbering form.

The sheets were at his waist, revealing his bare chest that rose and fell slowly.

He looked peaceful, and content, his entire being relaxed.

You smiled, enjoying this rare moment of vulnerability, not wanting to disturb him.

“See something you like?” He drawled, his eyes not opening.

Of course he’s awake.

You smiled, tracing a finger down his pectoral.

“I see a lot that I like.”

Crosshair hummed in response.

You pressed your lips to his collarbone, picking up on the subtle way his breath hitched as you did so.

Crosshair didn’t move, his eyes were still closed.

You began kissing down his body, slowly and with purpose.

Crosshair spent most of last night worshiping your body, always a giver.

It took both of you a long time to get to this point, being so openly vulnerable and letting yourselves be taken care of.

This morning, you wanted, no needed, to take care of him.

You loved how his abdominal muscles twitched under your lips, knowing exactly where his sensitive spots were, though he would never admit having such things.

You kissed down to the waistband of his sleep pants, now straddling his legs.

You gazed up at him, his eyes now open and watching you intently.

A bulge was forming under his pants, proof that he was enjoying your early morning ministrations.

You hooked a finger under the waistline, a tiny nod from him permitting you to keep going.

You pulled down his sleep pants, revealing his half-hard cock.

You kissed the side of his length, loving how soft and warm the skin felt as your tongue flicked out, gently licking the side and up to the head.

Crosshair grunted, his body twitching at the sensation.

You carefully took the head of his cock in your mouth, squeezing his base gently with your hand.

Crosshair gripped the sheets as you slowly bobbed up and down, in no rush to bring him to his end so quickly.

You loved feeling him become fully hard in your mouth, tasting his salty excitement on your tongue as you swirled it around his tip.

Wetness pooled in your core, your pussy throbbing at the quiet groans he was trying to suppress.

With a final long suck and gentle squeeze, you release his cock from your mouth.

Crosshair knew what you wanted, kicking off his sleep pants entirely as you flung your panties behind you.

You fully straddled him, rubbing your wet folds on his soaking cock.

Crosshair gripped your hips, grinding out your name.

“Need you,” you gasped, pressing his tip to your entrance.

Crosshair didn’t say it out loud, but the look in his eyes was telling you the same thing.

He needed you more than you’d ever know.

Crosshair cursed as you sunk on him, taking him fully.

You took a second to get used to the stretch, before slowly rocking your hips down on his.

Crosshair watched as your breasts and body jiggled with every move, your hands pressed to his chest for leverage.

You leaned down, Crosshair meeting you halfway to take your lips on his.

The kiss was fervent, deep, and passionate as your tongues danced, Crosshair matching your thrusts up against you.

You rode him like this for a while, riding him nice and slow, reeling at the sensation of lifting your hips and sliding back down, feeling every part of him filling you to the brim.

You captured one another’s moans, your hips moving beginning to move faster as you ground your clit down on his pelvis.

You moved your hands from his chest to grasp his hands near his head, his fingers weaved with yours.

Crosshair changed the angle of his hips, and based on the way you cried out his name against his mouth, he knew you were on the edge.

He was getting close too, not able to hold on much longer.

“Crosshair I—“

“Me too.”

A few more rolls of your hips and you fell over the precipice, your body shaking and Crosshair’s arms enveloped you, holding you as you quivered and rode out your blinding pleasure.

Pleasure only he could give you, and no one else.

The sensation and sounds of you climaxing rushed him to his end, squeezing you tighter as he came, your name mixed in with choked groans as he pumped you full of his hot release.

You collapsed on top of him, burying your face into his neck.

You sat like that for a moment, catching your breath.

“Good morning.” He mumbled, a smirk in his voice.

You lifted your head, smiling down at him.

“Oh, is it? Tell me, why is it such a good morning?” You teased.

Crosshair chuckled as you rolled off him, tucking yourself into his side.

“Because I have you,” Crosshair mumbled with such sudden sincerity, that you felt your heart do leaps in your chest.

His hand found yours, his lips ghosting your forehead as you lay together.

“I love you, too, Crosshair.”

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❤️ Crosshair x Fem!Reader | Blurb ❤️

TW: slight spoilers from the new season, fluff with Crosshair, soft touches, written with a female reader in mind.

(🫠 I die inside every time his hand shakes)

Neither of you said a thing when finally left alone together. After all this time, after everything that happened, neither of you uttered a single word. You wanted to ask him so many things, yet bombarding him with questions wasn't the wisest decision right now. He looked lost in his thoughts, which you knew were no doubt muddled with questions of his own that he refused to ask.

His right hand trembled, and he was quick to conceal it with his left. Whatever happened to him had been horrific, though you wouldn't press him on the matter. The silence hung heavy between the two of you, until you broke it.

"Cross?"

Oh, how he missed your voice. He could never forget how sweet it sounded, but he also felt a twinge of guilt in his gut at how worried you were. It was like a vibroblade twisting his insides around, and he hated it. With reluctance, he finally lifted his head and met your gaze. He hated the way your brows furrowed with concern, and the small frown on your lips stirred up feelings he thought died long ago.

"Sorry," he muttered.

It was a soft apology. Perhaps for the way he betrayed his brothers, betrayed you, or for the horrid threats that spilled from his lips when he let you go the last time. Either way, you didn't care. You didn't care for his apologies, having decided to keep everything in the past. Who he was then would be buried, because all you cared about was him right now, in the present.

You scooted closer to him, slowly, yet he made no effort to move away or show discomfort towards your action. "Don't be," you told him. Crosshair looked down, avoiding your gaze once again, and you watched as he rubbed the back of his right hand with his left thumb. "I'm glad that you're back."

"You should be angry." You frowned at his words. "After everything I've done."

His body tensed when he felt your hand on his shoulder, but it quickly relaxed under the gentle touch. "Let's leave all of that in the past," you said. When the man glanced at you, his chest tightened at how softly you stared at him. It was as if you meant your words, but he knew better than to believe they were a lie.

Crosshair gave a slow nod before reaching for your other hand with his right, only to stop short when it trembled again. He grumbled under his breath before he began pulling it away, but you didn't let him. The light shakes that coursed through his hand ceased when yours wrapped around it, encasing it in a soothing warmth that he didn't want to admit that he missed.

The silence that came was no longer awkward, and he let out a small, content sigh when your body finally scooted close enough to press against him. His eyes closed as he finally let himself relax against you, and you smiled in response. "I've missed you," he finally admitted.

You already knew that. You also knew that he missed you as much as you missed him. Even if he wasn't vocal about it, you could always tell with his little actions. The way he leaned into you, how his thumb gently rubbed your hand as it held his, you knew all too well.

He was here to stay. Crosshair would never leave now. He was finally home.

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Such a Good Girl

Crosshair can’t shake this strange feeling in his chest, especially after you save his ass during a mission. Perhaps it's worth finally exploring.

Pairing: Crosshair x f!reader

Word count: 4.2k

Rating: NSFW 18+ MINORS DNI!!

Warnings: praise kink, competency kink, pet names, Cross hates having feelings but has to deal with them anyway, oral (f!receiving and m!receiving), fingering, heavy eye contact, dirty talk, the armour stays on, light D/s tones, sprinkle of quirofilia, idiots falling in love, mention of inappropriate use of rifle rest, brief Soft!Cross, brief aftercare.

A/N: DBB once described Cross as ‘a coiled snake’, and it’s the most fitting description I’ve ever read.

The ache had started in your calves but was now working up your thighs. You tossed and turned in the small bunk, trying desperately to get comfortable, but nothing worked. With a quiet groan of frustration, you sat up, your flimsy standard-issue blanket tossed aside, and hauled yourself off the bed.

Bare feet on the durasteel floor, you winced as the cold shot up your legs. It took a moment for you to walk without wobbling, but you persevered, quietly moving past the other bunks. Hunter, Wrecker, and Tech had conked out when you entered hyperspace, with Crosshair taking the first watch.

The last mission had been rough – the intel you’d received from Command had been flawed, vastly underestimating the number of droids you’d have to face. Then a damn electrical storm had rolled in, thrown out your comms, and messed with Hunter’s senses. Everything that could’ve gone wrong had, but you shouldn’t have been surprised given everything that had happened over the last year.

A whole year. It had gone past in the blink of an eye. You could still remember the day you’d been introduced to Clone Force 99 and assigned as their civilian handler. It was your job to keep in contact with Command, feed the boys their missions, and ensure they had everything they needed to complete their work and return safely.

While most handlers chose to remain on Kamino, away from the blaster fire and chaos, you’d elected to go with the Batch, to live on the Marauder with them and share their barracks on the rare occasion you could return to base. After all, you couldn’t keep them safe if you weren’t with them.

They’d been distant with you at first – still polite, of course, but hadn’t opened up or engaged in conversation about anything other than the current mission.

Wrecker had cracked after a month, inviting you to watch a holofilm with him in the gunner’s nest. Tech had been next, optimising your datapad when you’d been in the fresher. Hunter followed afterwards, teaching you how to play dejarik. And then Crosshair had been last, sitting silently beside you to field strip and reassemble his rifle before he’d pushed it in your direction for you to repeat his actions.

They were your family now, The four chaotic brothers.

But they’d come close to becoming three today.

Your slow, steadier steps continue through the ship until you reach the closed cockpit doors. It was a courtesy for whoever was on watch to close the doors and dampen any noise for those resting. Pressing your palm against the panel nearby, the door gave a quiet whoosh as it opened, sealing shut behind you as you stepped in.

The cockpit was quiet; a lone figure sat in the co-pilot chair. “You’re meant to be sleeping.” The serpentine slink of Crosshair’s voice filled the space as he turned the chair around to see who was up, momentary surprise flickering in his eyes as he caught sight of you before he tampered it back down.

“Would if I could, Cross.” You answered dryly, sitting in the seat behind him. The nickname slipped out easily these days, though you could remember the scowl the sniper had thrown your way the first time you’d used it. Ultimately, he’d warmed to it and secretly enjoyed every time you used it.

“Hell’s wrong with you?” He asked as you shifted in the seat, the well-worn leather giving a little as you tried to get comfortable. He pushed his toothpick to the other side of his mouth with his tongue, sharp eyes raking over your body as he took quick stock of your condition.

Your lips fell into a flat line as you stared incredulously at the man opposite you. “Oh, I don’t know, maybe my whole body is protesting because I had to race up the side of a damn mountain this afternoon to save my snarky sniper from a platoon of droids.” You huffed, the tension palpable in your voice.

As usual, Crosshair had found the best vantage point during the mission, but the unexpectedly large number of droids had caught you all off guard. You’d been mid-way through fighting a platoon back when you’d spotted another cresting over the mountain. Crosshair had been focused on picking off the droids coming after you and his brothers, and without comms to alert him, you’d been left with two options – furiously field sign the warning and pray he caught it through his scope or haul ass up the mountain and deal with the problem yourself.

You’d chosen the latter.

Your blaster bolt had cut through the first droid just as they’d rounded the corner and spotted Crosshair in a prone position, his rifle aimed down the mountain. And though every muscle in your body had burned and protested, you’d valiantly held them back long enough for him to turn and help fight them off.

The corner of Crosshair’s lip twitched, a tinge of amusement in his hawkish gaze. “Your snarky sniper?” He quips, trying to ignore the warmth in his body at your words.

“Of course, that’s what you take out of that. Not the fact that my legs feel like they’re on fire.” You roll your eyes, arms folding across your chest as you meet his gaze. You weren’t really mad, and you both knew it.

For a moment, you silently stare at each other until Crosshair breaks the contact and reaches down, drawing your legs up onto his lap. A noise of surprise slips past your lips as you slide down a bit in the chair, but you adjust your position. His thumbs press against your ankles, sliding slowly up your calf as he works out the ache in your muscles, one leg at a time. His hands are surprisingly gentle as he pushes and rubs, the pain starting to fade with every pass of his fingers.

The cockpit falls silent again, the streaks of hyperspace throwing soft light through the space, illuminating Crosshair from behind like a halo. The idea has you suppressing a smile, knowing he’d baulk at such a comparison.

He can feel the weight of your gaze on him, but he studiously ignores it, focussing instead on trying to ease your pain. He’d been so intent on ensuring the safety of his brothers, picking off the droids attacking them, that he’d missed your scramble up the mountain. It had only been the sound of your blaster fire nearby that had snapped his attention to you and the oncoming droids. As much as he hated to admit it, he’d have likely been overwhelmed without your quick actions. He was better than any Reg, without a doubt, but without backup, an entire platoon of droids was too much even for him.

The surprise he’d felt at seeing you up on the mountain with him had been short-lived, replaced with a strange sense of attraction as he watched you protect him before instinct kicked in, and he’d joined you in the fight. That feeling had returned just now when you’d called him yours and prompted him to reach for you to ease your aches. It was confusing and infuriating. Sure, over the last year, he’d fleetingly thought of you in a less than professional way, but he’d never had the urge to act on it until today.

Your body sinks into the chair, relaxing as the tension is worked out of your legs. It feels too damn good, and a moan slips from your lips before you can stop it, your eyes widening as you inhale sharply, going stock still. Crosshair’s hands pause, toothpick slowly sliding to the other side of his mouth as he finally lifts his gaze, those sharp brown eyes dancing with something dangerous. “What an unexpectedly pretty sound, kitten.”

A strangled noise escapes you, wide eyes locked onto the sniper. The nickname is nothing new, usually thrown at you with a playful barb or some snark, but this time it’s different. This time, he purrs it.

“S-Sorry.” You stammer, clearing your throat as you try desperately to ignore the sudden heat in your belly. “It slipped out. Felt good.” You gesture vaguely towards your legs before pulling them out of Crosshair’s lap. But those slender fingers of his wrap around your ankles, keeping them in place, his eyes refusing to leave yours.

Crosshair knows he’s playing a dangerous game right now, knows he’s teetering on the edge of something that could go favourably for you both or go wildly wrong. But your moan…fuck. He’s grateful his codpiece hides his half-hard cock as one of his hands trails up your calves, skimming across your knees and thighs. He stops himself from sliding his hand under the hem of the oversized sleep shirt you’re wearing, a strange pang of something clawing at his chest as he realises it’s one of Wrecker’s old shirts.

Your own chest is rising and falling rapidly with tiny breaths. Crosshair’s eyes take in the flutter of your pulse in your neck, the way you’re watching him so intently. The pads of his fingers smooth across your thigh as he weighs up the situation. He could play this off, joke about riling you up and never mention it again. Or, he could figure out this strange feeling and why he’s picturing you naked, writhing beneath him with nothing but pleasure painted on your gorgeous face.

He, too, chooses the latter.

“You did good today.” He states lowly, fingers skirting ever so slightly under the hem of your shirt, eyes focused on your face. That feeling in his chest expands as he watches your pupils dilate as you inhale shakily.

Warmth sits in your belly, the compliment curling around you like a blanket on a cold day. “Just doing my job.” You decide to play it off, even though the words and the way he’s touching you make your heart pound a little wildly. You’d never been good at accepting praise and certainly weren’t expecting it from Crosshair.

“Maybe. But I’d like to thank you properly.” He tilts his head ever so slightly, the usual bite to his words gone as his eyes flit down to watch his fingers shift, dragging down the inside of your knee.

Brows furrowing for a second, you swallow, wondering if you’re reading the room correctly. “Are you…propositioning me?” You ask quietly, a shiver sliding down your spine as Crosshair’s fingers still.

His eyes lift, locking onto you. And the silence stretches.

You can’t deny he’s a good-looking man, nor can you deny how your heart somersaults when you see the barest hint of a smile tugging at his lips after you say something amusing or when he reaches around you for something and crowds into your space. Now, watching him, you swear you can see a hint of apprehension in his eyes.

“Forget it.” Crosshair insists, going to move your legs from his lap. He feels stupid for even suggesting it – you could have any man in the galaxy; why would you want him?

You grasp his wrist, having moved on instinct. Focusing on him, your expression softens as he avoids your gaze, shifting that damn toothpick across his mouth again. You reach for it with your free hand, prying it gently from his mouth. The motion makes him finally look at you, and you can see the walls he’s trying to put back up. That can’t happen. “I don’t want to forget it.” You confess, your eyes momentarily betraying you as you glance at his lips.

His mouth is on you before you know it, firm, demanding lips pressed against yours. The toothpick falls to the floor. Hands grasp at your thighs, hauling you into his lap. You go willingly, tongue sliding against his lips, seeking entrance to deepen the kiss. One of your hands slides to the nape of his neck, and the other grasps at his bicep.

Crosshair’s mind is spinning, though he forces himself to appear composed. Your gentle weight in his lap is delicious, the way your ass presses against him, your hands clutching him. That feeling in his chest grows, and he silently luxuriates in it, lips parting as he feels your tongue pressing forward. He tastes you, a groan erupting from low in his throat. There’s something else he wants to taste more.

Supporting your body, he eases you back until you’re sprawled once more in the opposite seat. His lips refuse to leave yours, steady hands positioning you at the edge of the chair before he pulls back. Watching as your eyes flutter open, his cock strains against his codpiece. You’re breathing rapidly, lips shiny, desire burning in your pretty eyes. He did that to you. He can’t fight back his pride.

Dropping to his knees, Crosshair barely feels the cold floor beneath him, his armour buffering the impact and the temperature. Hands slide back up your thighs, fingers hooking on your panties. They slide down your legs quickly, and a smirk tilts his lips as he pulls them off you, eyes locked on yours as he tucks the scrap of fabric safely in one of the pouches on his belt.

Drawing your legs over his shoulders, he leans in, breaking the eye contact to take in the beautiful sight of your pussy spread before him like a buffet.

It’ll be the best meal he’s ever had.

The edges of Crosshair’s armour bite into your thighs, but the sting of pain evaporates the moment he drags his tongue through your slick folds. Head thunking back against the seat, your hips buck as you gasp. 

“Maker, your pussy tastes good.” You hear the slink of his voice, a needy whine leaving you as you glance down to watch him feast. The almost permanent frown lines on his face are gone, a borderline serene look on his features as his tongue presses against your entrance, pulling a stuttered exhale from you.

His eyes snap open at the sound, watching up the length of your body as you writhe when he flicks his tongue across your clit, sucking the sensitive bud. The taste of you on his tongue is addictive, and though he’d deny it if he’s ever asked, he could quite happily live between your thighs. Right hand sliding up under your sleep shirt, he drags his fingers across the gentle swell of your breasts. You’d always been softness and smiles where he was hard edges and scowls. His other hand joins the party, two fingers pressing against your entrance, sinking in slowly as his tongue laves over your clit.

He silently preens as your hips buck, back arching while you moan. But then you’re tapping his hand under your shirt, head tilting down so you can catch his gaze. “Swap hands. Please.” You insist, a desperate look in your eyes.

Crosshair isn’t sure why it matters, but he does as you ask, sliding his right hand down your body as he removes his left from your pussy. Swapping them over, he presses his pointer and middle finger into you, prying his mouth from your clit so his thumb can run firm circles across it.

“You gonna tell me why, doll?” He questions, tongue darting out to lick his lips and enjoy your taste as he watches you cant your hips, chasing the pleasure his fingers are bringing you.

Heat rushes across your cheeks, and you avert your eyes, a mix of pleasure and shame flowing through you. “It’s…” You start, cutting yourself off with another moan as Crosshair twists his fingers, firmly pressing their pads to your g-spot.

Crosshair smirks, delight blooming inside him at your reaction. He stills his actions. “You can have more of that if you tell me…” He bargains, enjoying your groan.

Swallowing thickly, you bite the proverbial bullet. “Trigger finger.” You admit, eyes screwing shut.

The delight blooming in Crosshair’s chest now flits across his face. That wasn’t the answer he’d expected, but it went straight to his cock. “You like that thought, of my trigger finger buried in your pretty pussy, coaxing you to cum?” He teases, repeatedly pressing against your g-spot, rewarding you for your honesty. “Knowing this same finger will keep you safe on the next mission…”

Nodding eagerly, you rock your hips, chasing the building pleasure. “Yes. Always feel safe with you. Please, I wanna cum.” Desperation coats your voice.

Your admission makes him feel good – knowing how much you rely on him. Watching the slide of his fingers in and out of you, the way you writhe with every press against your g-spot and circle of your clit, he makes a slight noise of approval. “You really did do well today.” He comments lowly, enjoying the little whine you let out at the praise. “And brave girls get rewarded.” He tacks on, enjoying your chest’s rapid rise and fall as you pant, your hips still rocking, grinding against his hand. “You can cum.”

You’d never wanted a man’s permission to climax before, but something about Crosshair makes you want to please him. His fingers crook a little more, a little more pressure added to your clit, and you finally cry out his name. The pleasure slams into you, making you gasp as it floods your body, the tension snapping as your hips and thighs shake through your release. Your mind feels foggy, but you’re distantly aware of his fingers still buried inside you, drawing you through your orgasm.

Watching you fall apart might just be Crosshair’s new favourite thing. Your body is beautiful, the noises you make are absolutely sinful, and the thing clawing at his chest earlier is soothed, knowing he was the one bringing you such pleasure.

As you come down from the high, trying desperately to catch your breath, you feel yourself lifted, manhandled onto Crosshair’s lap as he retakes his place in the co-pilot’s chair. “There you go. So good for me.” The low rasp of his voice brushes against your ear. You feel something press against your lips, and your eyes open to see your sniper pressing two fingers to your mouth — the two fingers that had been buried inside you.

“Taste yourself. Get them nice and clean.” He instructs eyes darkening as he watches you suck them into your mouth, feels your tongue swirling around them, cheeks hollowing. And you hold his gaze will you do it, sending his heart racing and making his cock throb.

You make a show of cleaning him off, moaning around his steady fingers, the taste of your release hitting your tongue. Slowly sliding your lips up, a small ‘pop’ fills the cockpit as you pull off them. The effect you’re having on Crosshair is achingly obvious – his hawkish eyes are filled with a swirl of emotions, his hips shifting underneath you.

“On your knees, kitten.” He commands, easing you down gently off his lap, hands guiding you to the floor. You shudder as the durasteel meets your warm skin, Crosshair’s legs parting until you rest between them. Eyes tracking up his body, you slide your hands across his armour, fingers finding the small gap between the plates on his thighs. The brief contact makes him grunt, and you smirk as you reach his codpiece, undoing the latches and prying it off.

You knew the boys chucked their armour around, the katarn-class kit could withstand more than regular plastoid, but you placed his codpiece down on the floor with reverence. After all, it was part of what kept him safe.

Crosshair watches you intently, swallowing thickly as you place his armour down on the ground. An odd sensation of nervousness crashes into him as your eyes return to his body, homing in on his hard cock, which strains again his blacks. He tampers the feeling down – you’re not the first woman to get her hands on him, but he silently acknowledges that you’re the most important.

The cockpit is quiet again as you lean forward, focused on his outline. Your lips ghost across the taut fabric, the contact dragging a sharp grunt from Crosshair. His right hand finds its way into your hair, holding you steadily as you pull the waistband of his blacks down, revealing him.

Tongue darting across your lips, you tuck his blacks under his balls, pushing them up just so. Dicks weren’t inherently lovely to look at – or at least the ones you’d seen up until now weren’t. However, Crosshair was in an entirely different league.

Just the right thickness and a little longer than average, he curved gently to the right. Heavy balls sat just below, and you had to suppress a smile at the thatch of neat, silvery hair at the base of him. The colour wasn’t a fashion choice after all.

Wrapping your fingers around his base, you look up as you press soft kisses along his underside, dragging your tongue across velvety skin. His groan echoes around the room, fingers tightening in your hair. “Keep looking at me like that, doll. Let me see those pretty eyes.” He instructs, voice low and coiled, igniting heat in your belly.

Your lips wrap around the tip, tongue sliding into his slit to lap up the small bead of pre-cum. His hips buck and you bring your free hand up to rest against his abs to help stabilise yourself and apply gentle pressure to keep him seated. Your eyes stay locked on his, holding steadfast even as you bob your head, moaning unabashedly at his weight on your tongue.

Pulling off him completely, you dragged the head of his cock across your lips, shiny with your spit, watching him track the movement. Laving your tongue across him, you take him back into your mouth, sliding down a couple of centimetres, cheeks hollowing.

Crosshair knows he’s fucked. That strange feeling in his chest…yeah, he knows what it is now.

He can’t pretend this is some random hookup, that he’s just thanking you for saving him earlier. He can’t pretend it wouldn’t bother him for other men to hit on you during shore leave or for you to go home with them. You’re his. And while he might not be able to say it yet, he’ll damn well show it.

His free hand moves to your chin, gently tilting your head so he can slide in further, gasping as he feels the head of his cock bump against the back of your throat. “So perfect at sucking my cock. There’s my good girl.” He croons, watching how your eyes light up, how you bob your head that little bit faster, making him hiss with pleasure.

Spurred on, you take a deep breath and press forward, sliding more of him into your mouth until you can feel him in your throat. You exhale through your nose, hearing his choked moan before you pull back, desperately in need of air. You cough, drawing in a ragged breath, a string of saliva still connecting you to his flushed cock.

“You’re gonna be the death of me.” Crosshair grits out, feeling his balls tighten with every glide of your lips across his shaft. Your mouth was heaven – warm and wet – and it only excited him more for the day he could bury himself inside your pussy.

Alas, the Marauder wasn’t the most comfortable place for that. And with what he had in mind, you’d need a comfortable surface.

Taking him back in your mouth, you set a steady pace, feeling the twinges of ache starting in your jaw. But you push through, deep-throating him repeatedly until you can feel his thighs tremble and see how tight his balls are. Your focus shifts to the tip, lips wrapped perfectly around it as you suck and lick, tongue flicking against his frenulum on the upstroke.

He was moving more, unable to stay still as he hurtled towards the edge. Your eyes darted to his rifle rest, the winged extension shifting as he grasped the arm of the chair, knuckles white. It didn’t escape his notice, and a foul thought crossed his mind. “Think you could take it, kitten? Fuck, you’d look so pretty with it buried inside you.” He voiced, hips thrusting upwards as he chased his orgasm. He’d never be able to look at the piece of armour the same way again if it had been inside your gorgeous body.

You moaned around his cock at the idea, and that was all it took. Fingers tangled in your hair tapped at your scalp in warning seconds before Crosshair let out a stuttered groan, hips pressing forward as he came. The tang of him filled your mouth, and you greedily swallowed down everything he gave you, tongue gliding softly around the head of him as he collapsed back against the co-pilot seat. Gently, you cleaned him up, licking the last remnants of his release away, knowing he was extra sensitive.

He guides you off the floor, dragging you back onto his lap, his softening cock pressing against your damp folds. One of his thumbs tugs at your lower lip as you finish licking them clean, and his gorgeous brown eyes are focused on you as you both catch your breath. For a moment, you see a hint of vulnerability pass through him, and he leans in to give you an unexpectedly soft kiss. “Maybe I should save that fine ass of yours some more.” You murmur, voice a little hoarse.

Crosshair’s fingers move to your jaw, and he gently massages it, having spotted the subtle twitch of the aching muscles. The corners of his lips quirked up ever so slightly in a small smile. “I’ll be sure to thank you every time.”

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*slides $100 in a monopoly money over*

You got any sub!crosshair and Dom!reader smut in the back?

We Could Be More pt II

Summary: Recently defected from the Empire, you and Crosshair struggle to make ends meet while you cross the galaxy looking for a safe place to call home. At least you have each other.

Pairing: TBB Crosshair x F!Reader

Word Count: 1766

Warnings: Smut, oral M!receiving, Dom/Sub dynamics, reader is a gentle dom, Crosshair swears when getting laid

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni

A/N: *accepts the money and slides this fic across the table* So, I decided to make this request a sequel to We Could Be More, since it seems to fit. I hope you like it! So this story (which is probably going to have a third part) is basically Crosshair and Reader falling in love and finding their happy ending. Why do I keep doing this to myself with Crosshair?

“I can’t believe you managed to talk that hack into buying the tie fighter,” You say as you offer Crosshair half of the sandwich you bought from a nearby stand.

“I didn’t sell it,” Crosshair counters, taking the sandwich gratefully, “I traded it for a better ship.”

“Better how?” You ask, as you take a sip of your grape drink.

“Well it comes with a droid-”

You release a happy gasp.

“-a protocol droid.” Crosshair continues, a small grin crossing his face as you wilt, “It’s the ship's pilot. It also has a proper kitchen and a bedroom.”

“Oh thank kriff,” You mutter under your breath.

“What, you didn’t like sleeping in the chairs?”

You scrunch up your nose at him, “Not in the slightest.” You finish your  half of the sandwich, “I suppose we need to buy food now?”

“Already taken care of. That guy was way too happy to get his hands on a TIE fighter.”

“Mm, probably part of the rebellion.” You muse thoughtfully.

“Not our problem.” Crosshair warns, “We’re not getting involved.”

“Yeah, yeah. I know.” You toss your trash into a nearby can, and fold your arms over your stomach, “So, how are we going to afford to keep this ship?”

“Bounty Hunting.”

“Cross.”

“I know, I know. But it’s what I’m good at. And at least this way I get to pick my targets.” He points out. Crosshair quickly finishes his sandwich and tosses his trash as well, “In any event, it’s time for us to get off this planet and move on.”

“Where to?”

“Salesman said Takodana. He said that we can get help there.”

“Help?”

“That’s what he said. I figure it won’t hurt to check it out.”

“Your call.” You shrug, “If you think it’s safe then it probably is.”

He smirks at you, before he kisses the tip of your nose, “You’re too trusting.”

“It’s you, Cross.” You counter with a roll of your eyes.

“Mm.” He glances at you, a sly smile on his lips, “I don’t suppose you want to spend one more night in the hotel? For a repeat of last night?”

“Maker, don’t you have an off switch?”

“Yeah, it’s located in my dick, you have to suck really hard-” You punch him in the shoulder and he laughs.

“You’re a pig.”

“You weren’t saying that last night.” He says smugly.

“I…don’t recall.”

“So my dick was so good that you have no memory of it. Sounds like you need a repeat.” Crosshair muses as he drapes his arm over your shoulder and directs you towards the port where the new ship is waiting.

“Sounds like wishful thinking on your part.”

“Ooh, I’m hurt.” His grip tightens around your shoulder.

“Cross-” You murmur, your gaze flickering to the Stormtroopers harassing a shopkeeper further down the street.

“I see them. Keep walking. They haven’t noticed us.”

“...so much for a repeat at the hotel,” You quip with a small smile as you lean against him.

“Eh, we have our own bed now.” Crosshair replies, he keeps the stormtroopers in his sights right up until you climb the ramp onto the new ship, and only then does he start to relax.

He heads into the cockpit to give directions to the droid, while you poke through the rest of the ship. The kitchen is fully stocked, and the bedroom is clean and the bed even has fresh linens on them. More surprisingly, the closet is full of clothes. Actual, properly fitting, clothes. 

“Surprise.”

You blink at him, “What’s all this?”

“The Fighter was worth a lot more than this ship. So with the extra I got all of this.”

“...how do you know what size bra I wear?”

“I spend a lot of time staring at your tits, kitten.”

You grin at him, “Honestly, it’s almost like you’re only using me for my body or something.”

“Eh, the rest of you isn’t terrible. But I really like your tits. And your ass.” Crosshair tilts his head to look at you, “That bother you?”

“Nope. I do have an amazing chest after all.”

“Alright, little miss modest,” Crosshair says, sounding deeply amused, “We’re taking off in the next fifteen.”

You hum a response as you pick through the clothes to see what he picked out for you.

“Does it all meet your approval?” He asks sarcastically.

“It does! Well done.” You pause when Crosshair inhales sharply, and you turn your speculative gaze towards him.

“Right, well…I’m going to go make sure the clanker doesn’t kark up our departure-”

You cross the room and lightly pinch the material of his shirt between two fingers, and Crosshair doesn’t pull away from you. “Cross,” Your voice is light, and he seems to curl in around you, “I want you to take this off, please.”

“...and why should I do that, kitten?” Crosshair asks, his voice low and raspy.

Your smile is small and peaceful, “Because I asked you nicely.”

He leans in slightly, “Maybe don’t ask so nice next time?”

Your eyes glitter with mirth, “Cross, take it off.”

“Why?”

“Because good soldiers follow orders,” You tease, “And you are a good soldier, aren’t you?”

Crosshair groans, “That shouldn’t be half as hot as it is.”

He steps further into the room and allows the door to slam shut behind him, before he peels his shirt off and tosses it to the side. You smooth your hands across his chest, lightly tracing the scars and tattoos that cover his skin. “Lay down please?”

It’s a soft request. Gentle. Just like everything else about you, but you have a feeling that Crosshair will treat it as an order.

And you’re right.

Crosshair settles himself in the middle of the bed, with his head resting on the pillows. His dark gaze trails over your body, and he tucks his arms under his head. “What’s the plan, kitten?” He asks. 

“I’m going to taste you,” You reply immediately, “And then I’ll go from there.” You settle yourself on the bed next to him, and slowly unfasten his pants, giving him the chance to refuse you. 

“You gonna take any of your clothes off?” He asks, as you lower his pants enough that his half hard cock bounces free.

“Hm…maybe. If you’re good.”

Crosshair watches you with half lidded eyes, “You don’t have to be so gentle, kitten. You’re not going to break me.”

You duck your head, a small smile on your lips, “I like being gentle with you, Cross.” You drag a single finger down the side of his cock, hard now that you’re touching him. “You deserve a little gentle.” And then you wrap your hand around him fully and give him a lazy stroke. 

“Kriff-” His hips twitch at your touch.

Gently, very gently, you press your free hand against his hip, “Lie still, Cross.” He releases a second curse but stills his hips. You favor him with a warm smile, “Good boy, you follow orders so well.”

His head falls back with a low groan, and you can see the muscle flexing in his arms, “Motherkarking…-how are you so good at this?” He demands.

You just smile at him, “Would you like me to stop?”

“No I do not want you to karking stop you-” He trails off when you slowly raise your eyebrows, “I’m not going to beg you, kitten.”

“I would never ask you to,” You continue to languidly pump your hand, “I just want you to feel good.”

He releases a shaky breath, “I assume there’s more to this than just ‘lie still’.”

“You don’t get to touch me until after I’ve made you cum. That’s the only other condition.”

“At all?”

“At all.”

He flashes a cocky smirk, “Easy.”

“Well, we’ll see won’t we?”

With that said, you turn your gaze back to his leaking cock. He’s long and thick, though you’re not sure how he’d compare to other men. Honestly, you don’t much care, because he’s perfect for you. 

You lower your head and lightly lick the precum from the head of his cock. His groan sounds like music to your ears, and you decide that you want to hear as many noises as he can make. 

You wrap your lips around him and slowly start bobbing your head.

There’s no need to rush, after all. Plus, you’re still new at this. 

He’s warm and heavy in your mouth, with a taste that you’ve come to associate with Crosshair over the last couple of days. Slowly you ease more and more of him into your mouth, using your hands to massage the part that you can’t quite take yet.

Above you he’s groaning, and alternating curses and praises.

You can feel the muscles of his thighs flexing under you, and you’re touched. Crosshair is so much stronger than you, the fact that he’s willingly going along with this is…incredibly empowering.

And incredibly arousing.

You pull back slightly when Crosshair groans your name, though you keep him in your mouth as you work him over with your hands. 

He groans low in the back of his throat as you push him over the edge. You make sure to swallow every drop, and you don’t pull away from him until he’s spent. 

“How was that?” you ask, a little shyly. 

Crosshair drops his arms from under his head as he starts to catch his breath, “Incredibly, incredibly hot.” He finally says. 

You smile slightly proud, “You didn’t mind?”

“If I did, it wouldn’t have gotten as far as it did, kitten.” He shifts and kicks his pants off the bed, and then turns his gaze towards you, “Come here.”

You slide up the bed so that you’re closer, and then you squeak when he quickly tugs you across his chest, his lips crashing against yours. He quickly tugs your clothes off and tosses them to the side, before immediately sliding one of his hands down to massage your ass, pulling a startled squeak from your lips.

“Kitten,” He murmurs as he breaks the kiss, “I want you to sit on my face-”

Your face flames with flustered embarrassment, and Crosshair smirks.

“And then I’m going to fuck you into the mattress.”

You pull away to press your flaming face against his chest.

“And after that, I’m going to show you how to be a proper Dom, Princess.” He coos in your ear, “Your way is very hot, I want to show you my way.”

You peek up at him, a small smile on your lips, “Okay.”

His smirk grows into a grin, “Good girl.”

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(Loosely) based off real events

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For the Rest of my Life

It's not the end. Tech wanted to smile, Tech wanted to laugh, Tech wanted to make it, but he knew it wouldn't last. Bad Batch spoilers from new episodes.

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Plan 99. Tech was the fastest thinker, and he liked to think he was the smartest. "But it's you, Echo." He smiled, he'd never admit it. He knew he wasn't the strongest, "It'll quite always be you, Wrecker-" Tech spoke without a doubt in his mind. "And Hunter," He thought of his brother, "Please don't dwell on me," He thought of his brothers, he wanted to smile. They made him so happy. He only hoped he had made them as happy as they made him.

Plan 99. The first plan they ever made. Rule number one, never leave a brother behind. Plan 99, leave a brother behind. It was the first plan they ever made and it was the only plan they'd never followed through. The only plan they never used or ever thought of using. They were soldiers meant to die but they never thought they would. Arrogant in their youth, they were a team a perfect family but ever sense the Empire, they had started to fall apart. Perhaps Tech was joining Crosshair, or perhaps Havoc only willed four brothers, and he was simply trading places with their lost brother. Either way, Tech knew, it was time to go.

Tech felt a sense of honor to be the first brother who followed through all plans, or at least, he wanted to be. He wanted to be prideful. He was a soldier carrying out his duty: Protect his family. But he wasn't prideful, he was scared. He was thinking of Omega and missing Crosshair. He was worrying about Wrecker and Hunter. He wasn't scared for himself, he was scared for his family. He loved them so much, he never wanted to be without them.

Plan 99. Tech took aim, he took the shot. He thought of home, a promise spoken by brothers, he thought of Hunter's smile, of Wrecker's laugh. He thought of where his life would end, his brothers close but not close enough. He thought of his family grieving and he wished they wouldn't. He never wished for them to grieve, not over this, not over him.

In their youth, late at night they'd craft broken songs and never to be broken promises. Tech finally smiled and sang an old song, "If I could love you for the rest of my life, I would,"

I do,

I do,

"I do-"

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God damn, made me cry as hard as the episode did. You really put tge oomph in this

Bye, Bye, Baby

It feels like you're becoming part of my past...

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He should've known better. He should've been better. The Marauder had never before been this quiet, never before only had only three people in it. Hunter sat in his chair, facing away from Tech's chair, he hated seeing Echo in it. Hunter wiped his eyes, he remembered how often he used to cry, he slipped so easily into his tears. His quiet sobs came back like a bad habit. His head hung low, he undid his bandana and he cried.

Echo dared not to cry, he wouldn't stop and he needed to be put together for Hunter. He didn't cry because Hunter was and he didn't want Hunter to pull himself together, he wanted to let Hunter feel all he needed to. Wrecker stood on the other side of the door, unable to come in. He wanted to scream and break something. He wanted to-

Wrecker froze as he saw Hunter walk down Havoc towards Omega's room. He climbed the steps and sat down, grabbing Omega's pillow. Hunter let out a cry, "I'm sorry," hugging the pillow, "I'm sorry." Hunter missed her, he failed her and now he had to miss her. He'd missed up so much lately. This morning they were only missing one, now they missing three. Hunter hugged her pillow tighter, "I miss you so much..." He looked at her room and he instantly wanted better for her, he wanted Pabu for her. He wanted starlight and kyber for his little girl.

"I can't fight anymore, Wrecker," He spoke slow. Wrecker's head shot up, "I can't do this anymore-" Hunter didn't wipe his eyes, Wrecker was blurry, but it was for the best he couldn't see Wrecker's defeated face, "I don't- I just want my family-" He let out a whimper and Wrecker rushed to his brother and scooped him up in a hug.

"I know," Wrecker sighed, rubbing Hunter's back. As a leader, he'd failed. He was never supposed to lose Omega, if he had been a better leader, if he had been a better father-

"How are we going to find her? Wrecker, how are we going to find her? I have no idea what to do-" He sobbed, "I can't do this, I don't have any ideas, I don't, I don't-" Hunter shook his head and let out a violent sob, one that, on instinct, made Wrecker hug Hunter tighter. A violent sob that beckoned Echo to join their hug.

Echo wasn't good at a whole lot, but he thought he was a pretty good brother. He thought he handled losing brothers pretty well. But Hunter, Hunter had never lost anyone in his family, ever. They were so lucky like that. Echo hugged his brothers tightly, losing a brother for the first time was the hardest, and it only got harder. So Echo did what he knew he could do, hold his brother and never let go.

Hunter missed his little girl, "She must be so scared and she's gonna try her best to escape and they're gonna hurt her-" Hunter broke from the hug, "They're gonna hurt her and I'm not gonna be there to protect her!" He yelled, jumping to his feet. He felt so useless! "They're gonna hurt her and I can't do anything!" He smacked the side of his head as he tried to think. "They're gonna make her cry-" He whimpered

Wrecker let out a sniffle, unable to speak. He was so good with Tech and Crosshair, but he'd always failed Hunter. And he'd continue to. "What are we going to do?!" Hunter went to the computer, like a fool he wanted a miracle. He had to keep fighting, he had to get to Omega, he had to protect her, he had to be there for her. He had to. There was nothing else Hunter wanted more in his life than to be Omega's father, and he was failing. He was failing at the one choice he chose to make.

Hunter fell to his knees, he hadn't felt this useless in years. He hadn't been this lost in years. He hadn't failed this badly in years. He was always better than this, smarter, more put together. He failed Tech, he failed Crosshair, he failed Omega and he failed himself. Hunter held his head and tried desperately to be better. But he failed. Doubt set in and Hunter realized all he'd ever do is fail and that's all he was meant to do. He had already been a great brother, that moment passed.

He had tried so hard to create a life for his family. Late at night, talking finances with Tech, schooling for Omega with Echo, possible homes with Wrecker. Crosshair rescue plans with Omega. He had talked to everyone about creating a new life for all of them, and now, no one was here.

He stared at the floor and the puddle of tears he'd created. He could feel Echo and Wrecker watching him and he wanted to pull himself together, but his homeland was gone, he had nothing to defend. He had no family to protect. He lost his little brothers and Omega. He lost Omega- "No-" He whispered, "Please, no.." He needed her to be okay. He needed her to come back home. Tech was never coming home, Crosshair would never forgive him, Wrecker and Echo would never see him more than the mess he was right now. They'd lost everything. Today, they lost. Never before had he ever had to say goodbye, but recently,

He never had the chance to

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