#I don’t even like clonecest

[evergreenr0se]

I gotta say, bad batch fans (and even clone fans more broadly) can be toxic AF, esp on twitter.

[mandos-mind-trick]

Kinktober Day 17 - Fivesome

Summary: You’re there for their pleasure. Who’s to say it’s not pleasurable for you too? 

Pairing: Bad Batch x reader (no clonecest)

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, unprotected sex, group sex, blowjobs, bondage, brief degradation, no foreplay, creampies galore, sloppy seconds, and thirds, and fourths, pre-Echo, reader is a sort of barrack bunny for CF99, light aftercare. 

A/N: This is a sequel to A Lesson In Obedience, though it can be read as a standalone.

MASTERLIST

Your eyes widen as the door slides open, but you’re unable to do anything but stare. Even Crosshair pauses, hand tangled in your hair. His cock is pressing against the back of your tongue, drool sliding down your chin from being forced open for so long. You hold your breath in an attempt not to gag, hands grasping Crosshair’s thigh plates as you kneel in front of him. Your breasts are on full display, your shirt gone and your breastband down around your waist. 

“Got started without us?” Wrecker complains, stepping down into the barracks.

“She started it.” Crosshair says, pulling you off his cock. You take a deep breath in, filling your lungs. “Could hardly keep her off me.” 

Crosshair lets go of your hair as Hunter grips your jaw, forcing your mouth open. “I don’t doubt that.” He says, stuffing two of his fingers into your mouth. His gloves taste like metal and blaster residue. “Needy little thing.” 

You close your lips around Hunter’s fingers, swirling your tongue around the digits. 

“What do you think?” He asks, turning to Tech. 

Tech looks up from his datapad, watching you suck on Hunter’s fingers. “Plan 33 would suit best in this situation.” 

You pause again, looking up between Hunter and Tech. 

“I like Plan 33.” Wrecker says. 

“You like every plan.” Crosshair says. 

“Plan 33 it is.” Hunter says, pulling his fingers free of your mouth. He lifts you up off your knees, turning you and bending you over the table. 

Tech is already there waiting, grabbing your wrists with one hand and tugging them towards the other side of the table, forcing you flat against it. He makes quick work with the rope, securing your wrists together before securing it under the table, keeping your arms outstretched. He slips a finger under the rope around your wrists, ensuring it’s not too tight before disappearing behind you. 

The cool air of the barracks hits your damp pussy as your pants are tugged off and tossed somewhere off to the side. Hands grip your ass cheeks, pulling them apart to reveal your slick folds to the room. 

“Already so wet and we haven’t even touched you yet.” Hunter says. “Our little whore.” 

You let out a quiet whimper, shifting on your feet at the sound of codpieces hitting the floor. 

“You’ve been a good girl lately.” Hunter says, dragging his fingers through your folds. “You can choose who goes first.” 

You rest your cheek against the cool table, thinking. Wrecker is an immediate no. You’ve taken him first before, and though it’s bearable, you’d prefer some prep first. Crosshair would finish the fastest since you had already worked him up, but he’s the roughest. Hunter is your usual first choice in these situations. 

“Tech.” You say, tugging lightly at the ropes. “I want Tech first.” 

It’s quiet as bodies shift behind you. Long fingers grip your ass, thumbs pulling your lips apart. It’s Tech alright, you can tell by his touch. You could tell them apart with your eyes closed, by touch or by dick, hell even by lips. 

The head of a cock drags through your pussy, gathering some of your wetness. You let out a quiet sound, body tingling in anticipation. You’ve been wet since Crosshair glanced your way, knowing what was coming. You had arrived not long ago, and had yet to celebrate your brief shore leave and another set of successful missions. 

Your pussy burns a bit as Tech presses his cock into you, your body fighting the intrusion after getting no warm up, not even a finger. You breathe deeply, relaxing your body as he presses into your tight hole. His hands hold your hips, steadying you and himself as he sinks further into you, your body slowly opening to him. 

He begins slowly rocking his hips, sinking his cock completely into you. Small moans leave your lips as he uses you, his grip tight on your hips. You can do nothing but lay there as he fucks you, taking what he wants from your body. The position offers you no relief, your hips just far enough from the table you can’t even get any pressure against your clit as Tech thrusts into you. 

They did that on purpose. 

The sound of his hips smacking against your ass is loud as he fucks you, his groans mixing with your moans like some symphony of pleasure. You squeeze around him, doing what little you can to help him along, and to also attempt to get yourself off. This isn’t about your pleasure, you know that. You’ll cum when they want you to. Anything other than that is a bonus for you. 

Tech cums with a groan as you squeeze tight around him, spurting his release inside you. You groan at the feeling of his cock twitching inside you, tugging at your restraints but there’s no give to them. 

Tech pulls out of you, stepping back. The others groan as his release begins to drip from your pussy, the warm seed sliding down your slit. 

“Who’s next?” Crosshair asks. 

“Hunter.” You say, shifting on your feet to try and alleviate the ache starting to blossom in your stomach where the edge of the table digs in. 

You go still as the head of a cock drags through your messy folds, brushing over your neglected clit. Your eyes roll back as he sinks into you, still a stretch even after taking Tech’s cock. Hunter slides a hand down your back, fingers trailing your spine. Goosebumps form on your skin as he grips the back of your neck, bracing his other hand on the table at your side. 

He draws his hips back just slightly before snapping them back against yours. You let out a yelp at the force of it, rougher than he usually is. He snaps his hips against yours repeatedly, your body jerking against the table with every movement. Your eyes roll back as he hits that spot deep within you with every thrust, your pussy clenching tight around him. 

Your first orgasm hits you like a ton of bricks, a high pitched cry leaving your lips as you spasm around him. Hunter groans as he spills into you, his own orgasm washing over him. You moan at the sensation of being filled again, pussy clenching as he pulls himself free of you. The spasms from the aftershock of your orgasm forces his cum out of you, mixing it with Tech’s. 

“Crosshair.” You gasp, pussy clenching in an attempt to hold it in. 

You yelp as a hand smacks against your ass cheek, the sound cracking through the room. That’s going to hurt later. Crosshair maneuvers your body, propping one leg up on the table, spreading you open further for him. It forces you up onto your toes on the other leg, muscles already trembling. 

He wastes no time slipping into you, pushing himself in to the hilt. You let out a groan, hands tugging at the restraints but they don’t give. His hands fall to your hips, gripping them so tightly you’ll likely have bruises there tomorrow. He sets a brutal pace, picking up where Hunter left off. His thrusts are short and sharp, forcing your body against the table as he uses you. 

Despite his roughness you can already feel another orgasm building, the new angle allowing your clit to press against the edge of the table with every thrust. You shake as you get closer and closer to the edge, drawing him closer with every spasm of your walls. He was already worked up, his cock twitching inside you as he chases the high he was denied thanks to the arrival of the others. 

He cums with a groan, hands squeezing your sides almost painfully as he spills into you. You tremble, close to your own orgasm but you’re denied it as he stops moving, yanking himself free as soon as he’s spent. 

You gulp in anticipation, pussy throbbing as you wait for the inevitable. You’re well prepared, slick from your own juices and the releases of the others. You’ve been stretched open at least a little, prepared as much as you can be in this situation. 

A big hand lowers your leg back onto the floor, taking the stress off the other. You’re still shaking and sore, but nowhere near where you’ll be once he’s finished. His fingers drag through your folds, collecting the cum seeping out of you before pressing it back into your pussy. You moan as his fingers stretch you open, pussy clenching around them in anticipation. 

His hand is gentle on your back as he pulls his fingers free, the wide head of his cock pressing against your hole. You relax your body, breathing deeply as he presses inside, stretching you open. It still burns, even after taking three cocks before him. 

Wrecker pushes his way into your pussy, forcing your body to stretch to accommodate his large size. You’re whining and moaning by the time he’s seated inside you, pussy already fluttering around him. He reaches so deep inside you, hitting every spot on the way. Your hands clench into fists as he rocks into you, movements slow and shallow as he fights your body’s attempts to clench around him. 

You’re sweating, face sticking to the table as Wrecker fucks you, wrists getting sore from being held in such an awkward position for so long. You won’t last much longer, and you know Wrecker won’t either. He’s usually the fastest to cum, be it from your tight pussy or just from any stimulation. 

His grip is gentle on you, always afraid of hurting you. He could crush your bones easily, but he holds you so delicately, even as he practically spears you open on his cock. 

There’s no helping that. 

You let out a high pitched cry as your orgasm suddenly hits you like a speeder, your legs shaking as you spasm around him. Wrecker groans, loud and deep, thrown into his own orgasm thanks to yours. He cums inside you, adding to the mess leaking out around his cock. You feel messy, full of their cum and coated in sweat. 

You wouldn’t have it any other way. 

Tech is suddenly there, releasing your wrists with a couple tugs of rope. Wrecker catches you from sliding off the table, lifting you into his arms easily. You’re shaking and trembling and leaking cum still as he holds you. 

“Good girl.” Hunter says, stroking your damp hair from your forehead. “Always so good for us. How about a shower, huh? That sound good.” 

You nod, a smile tugging at your lips. They never fail to take care of you, even after using you for their pleasure. 

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[blorbocedes]

For the prompt game: woke up in the wrong body? Clonecest? German twincest? They get freaky friday'd? Whatever your heart desires

Lewis doesn't actually notice anything’s wrong until Nico says, “Don’t worry, we’ll be good. Right, Lew?” to Toto at the end of the Wednesday debrief, flashing a sunny smile.

Lewis stiffens immediately. Nico hasn't called him that in years. What angle is he playing at here? And since when does he joke around during debriefs? Thinking back, Nico had been bouncing around the garage, peeking at both their cars’ suspensions and chatting animatedly to the engineers, even on Lewis’ side of the garage.

The meeting ends, with Toto and Paddy dispersing the team and Nico hangs around, lingering.

“What was that back there?”

Nico sways, shifting his weight from one heel to the other. “Just being good teammates. Buddies, friends.”

Before Lewis can react, Sebastian Vettel storms in with his Ferrari race suit unzipped at the waist, snapping in rapid German.

Nico looks guilty in a sheepish way, says something back that Lewis can only make out his name from.

What the fuck is going on?

Lewis turns to Seb because he doesn't want to deal with Nico being weird. “Hey, man, you're not supposed to be here.”

Seb grimaces, it looks all wrong on his mouth. And his hair is… styled? Coiffed, almost. Lewis wasn't aware Sebastian owned a brush. Nico, on the other hand, had completely unstyled hair today, bangs falling over his eyes like he air dried after taking a shower; not his usual put together self. Lewis doesn't think about him or his hair routine to wonder why.

“You are right,” Seb says with none of his usual playfulness. His mouth is flattened into a thin line. “Nico, a word?”

“Am I in trouble?” Nico quips. “I barely even looked at the cars! Seriously, might be better for your championship chances if you're not dangling your balls in the pool.”

It's a pretty nonsensical remark, especially from Nico who uses controlled diplomacy as a double edged sword. Sebastian, on the other hand, frowns – eyebrows scrunching and mouth going in an almost perfect displeased scowl. It doesn't suit Seb, but it's a face he’s seen a million times on Nico, has teased out of him, has put it on every time he misses a pole, a win, a podium. The way Nico’s standing, his hair, the way he's carrying himself – it's all wrong.

Lewis grabs Nico by the arm. “You're not –” Lewis doesn't even finish his accusation because it's absurd.

Nico looks at him, surprised, and then breaks into a shit-eating grin, self possessed and cocky. “He really doesn't give you enough credit. He thought you wouldn't notice.”

“I shouldn't have trusted you to act normal.” Is Sebastian’s sullen reply, eyes narrowed and zeroed in on where Lewis is holding Nico’s arm. Lewis lets go, suddenly self-conscious.

He hates this, being talked over like he's not even there. The mechanics are starting to notice from outside that Sebastian Vettel in red in their conference room, as if Silvia’s going to come chasing after him any minute. Lewis’ curiosity wins over the facade of being cool and not cracking in case Sebastian and Nico woke up and decided to become best friends and pull an orchestrated prank on him.

“Will either of you tell me what the fuck is going on?”

“Lewis, we need to talk. Somewhere private. Your motorhome.” Sebastian’s tone is bossy, standing arms crossed. He doesn't wait, setting off with a determined ease like he knows exactly where it is.

Nico follows suit, adding in a stage whisper, “By that, he means sex.”

[suzukiblu]

WIP excerpt behind the cut: mirror mirror. tw: clonecest, unnegotiated scene including praise kink/dirty talk and roleplay/genderplay. (( chrono || non-chrono ))

“Yeah, like that,” he breathes against the other’s ear. “Love it when you let me know how much you missed me. I’m sorry, baby, you know I hate to let you get lonely like that. I’ll make it up to you, okay? I’ll spoil you so good tonight.” 

Match doesn’t say anything back to that, just bares his teeth in the mirror, and Kon plays a little dirty and presses the other’s pecs in together just enough to define a line of cleavage in his reflection; just enough to lean into the act. It's not like Match has enough up there to give anybody a tit job or anything, but the view’s still nice. 

Really nice, actually. 

. . . honestly, Kon’d be willing to try for the tit job. 

“These are real cute too,” he murmurs, kissing Match’s pulse again and keeping up the slow, steady rocking of his hips into the other’s as he gives his pecs a pointed squeeze; not trying to overwhelm him all at once, for once. Not trying to force past or bash through his defenses. Just . . . wearing them down, maybe, just a little bit at a time. “They're sensitive, huh? They're feeling good? They're so pretty, baby, I just wanna kiss ‘em all over and suck your nipples ‘til you remember how to be a good girl. Get you something to pretty ‘em up even more for next time, maybe. You want a pair of clamps or a piercing or two? Or maybe a lacy lil’ cami? You’d fill it out so nice.” 

And honestly, given how much Kon hates the sight of the fucking brand the Agenda put on Match, he wouldn't mind finding him something “cute” to cover it up with some of the time. Something to make it not matter, at least for a night or two. He bets the lace would feel nice under his fingers, too. 

And against Match's skin. 

“Shut–shut the fuck–” Match stutters, and then actually hisses on the next slide of Kon’s cock. His hips still don’t follow his, but Kon can feel the muscles in them tensing and twitching purposelessly and can’t help suspecting it’s just the other’s TTK holding them still. 

“You know I can’t help it when you’re being this sweet, baby,” he croons, and kisses the corner of Match’s jaw before giving him a sly grin in the mirror; rolling his hips back into him with more slow, shallow little thrusts. Match grits his teeth and digs his fingers into the sink. It cracks again, more damage spiderwebbing out from his grip. “Oh, sweetheart, am I making your pussy feel good too? She really did miss me, huh?” 

“Shut up,” Match grits out through his teeth, his voice strangled. Kon pinches his nipples between his fingers; gives them a gentle little roll and then a tug, and then rolls them again, and does it over and over again to no particular timing or rhythm. Match’s shaking hands stay on the cracked sink and his hole keeps clenching and squeezing and quivering around Kon’s cock, and he still doesn’t elbow him in the throat. 

Baby brother is definitely a slut for getting babied, Kon confirms to himself. 

Well, that works for him. 

“You're so pretty when you're taking my cock, baby,” Kon murmurs, nuzzling the other's throat again even as he glances back towards the mirror. Match’s face is more than just “a little” flushed now, though his expression is mostly a cross between confusion and irritation. Kon isn't gonna be picky. He can be patient, for this. “Are you watching yourself? Don't you think you're pretty like this too? Prettiest thing I've ever seen. Just so cute, princess, I–” 

Match jerks back against him, and for a second Kon expects elbowed in the throat after all. What he gets, though, is Match’s hips shoving back into his own, and Match's TTK wrapping back around him to yank his hips forward, and his cock in deep. 

Oh, Kon thinks, and bites the inside of his lower lip. 

He almost just goes back to jackhammering into him as hard as before, but–

No. No, Match was getting off for the sweet treatment. Match reacted like that for the sweet treatment. 

Kon can give him that.

[stardust-kenobi]

Wildest Fantasies

Rex x F!Reader x Hunter

Summary: A game of truth or dare reveals your deepest desires that Hunter and Rex are happy to indulge in.

Word count: 3.9k

Warnings: SMUT, 18+ minors DNI, mfm threesome (no clonecest!!), rex and hunter being gentlemen, ALOT of dirty talk, piv, oral, fingering, LOTS of praise, squirting, just absolutely wonderful filth <3

A/N: being praised and filled by both of them at the same time would absolutely kill me...this fic is self-indulgent...please enjoy

not my gifs, sorry I cannot find the original creators :(

Your job was boring, but it was steady work. It kept you busy on a very isolated planet, but as the months went by, the duties became mundane and the hours grew longer. Regardless, working for the Kaminoans as a management assistant did, in fact, have its perks. The best one? Spending time with your favorite guys, the Bad Batch and Rex. They had come to be your closest friends, who made your endless days at work tolerable.

You’d befriended a lot of clones on a casual level, many from the 501st. Often you’d catch a hint of flirting from them in daily conversation or lingering glances at your body as you’d pass them in the halls. It makes sense, you thought, of course, they’re all likely to have similar tastes in women. Your bosses didn't particularly like that you were so friendly with them, but never directly ordered you not to socialize with them, so you took advantage of the interactions in order to keep yourself sane on a daily basis.

Regardless, you found yourself around Hunter and Rex most frequently. Whether it be because your specific duties put you with them or just because they went out of your way to be near you, you happily welcomed it.

Finally, after what felt like a lifetime of the boys being gone on countless missions and assignments, they’d returned to Kamino. You joined them for a relaxing evening in their shared common room for your usual game night. Crosshair, Wrecker, Echo, and Tech had gone to bed in their separate rooms for the night, leaving you alone to play a very interesting game with Rex and Hunter. You had to admit that you were happy the night ended with just the three of you. The soft spot you had for them begged for their individual attention.

The game was truth or dare, which is usually a very dangerous game. But tonight, it proved to be mild and mostly innocent. The questions and dares were pre-written on cards. The rules said you had to randomly select a card to ask or dare the other players. You were happy to do anything if it meant hanging out with them.

Rex’s fingers landed on a card that presented the next question in your game. It was your turn, which is why Rex’s face subtly lit up when he read the question.

“What’s your wildest fantasy?”

Maker.

Why did THAT have to be the question for your turn? All the other questions had been innocent or funny. Just your luck.

“Like sexually?” You were taken aback. Perhaps you misinterpreted the question.

“Obviously” Rex scoffed with a chuckle, “I mean, unless that makes you uncomfortable”, he clarified, his eyes growing wide. The last thing he wanted was to make you feel uncomfortable in any way.

“I…don’t have one” You lied, knowing damn good and well your wildest fantasies were sitting right in front of you.

“I don’t believe that” Rex laughs, fiddling the card around in his fingers. Hunter stared at you with intent. He was reading you. Thank the stars he was only perceptive, and couldn’t read minds. If he could, you’d be caught in a second.

“It’s true!” You insisted.

“She’s lying” Hunter crossed his arms with a smirk on his adorable face.

“Fine, why don’t you guys share your wildest fantasies?” You rebutted with a playful tone.

They both shared a hesitant glance.

“No, that’s not how this works sweetheart” Hunter shook his head as Rex tossed the card to you.

“Give us a hint at least”  Hunter persisted.

“Fine. Men” You said. That was vague enough, right?

“Men…like more than one?” Rex smirked, raising an eyebrow to you.

Oh, stars. Maybe you did give away too much.

“No…like…y’know just men” you stumbled over your words, “I like men”

“Hm” Rex looked at you as if he was still trying to figure it out.

“She got nervous when you said that” Hunter turned to Rex, before mischievous looks appeared on their faces.

“Okay, I see. So a threesome?” Rex assumed.

“I guess” You shyly confirmed. It was true, just not the whole truth. You omitted the detail regarding who you wanted a threesome with.

“I think there’s more to it” Hunter suggested.

“What do you mean?” You cut your gaze at him, wondering where he was going with this.

“Your fantasy gets a little more specific, doesn’t it?” Hunter sat up in his chair, his voice growing rough and quiet.

“Rex, I think she wants a threesome…with us” Hunter said, his eyes now full of lust and arousal. Gods, he was right. You weren’t sure how he knew, or if it was just a lucky guess, but you weren’t able to hide the look on your face when he said it.

“Interesting” Rex leaned back, bringing his hand to rub his chin in consideration. He was secretly excited and certainly on board with the idea.

“Okay fine!”  You shouted at a whisper, your cheeks glowing a rosy shade of red, “Yes, I do. Happy?”. Covering your face, you feared how they’d react.

Hunter erupted in an adorable laugh that quickly faded as they both turned their attention to you without another word spoken. As you looked up, their hungry gazes scanned you.

"Alright, Hunter, your turn" You interjected the silence, seemingly changing the subject, but neither of them pressed any further. Hunter and Rex were too considerate to keep that conversation going if they thought you didn’t want to discuss it anymore. That didn’t mean they weren’t obsessing over the thought, which made it hard to keep the bulge in their pants from growing as they imagined it. They knew the thought of fucking you wouldn’t leave their minds. Not even if they stroked themselves later pretending it was you. Nothing was going to cure this craving, but their imaginations would have to be enough.

"Dare" He stated quickly. Hunter thought maybe this dare could lead you all back to another topic to tighten the sexual tension in the room.

You enthusiastically leaned forward to pull the next card from the "dare" deck. No words could've described the convenient timing of the card you pulled.

"Do whatever the person holding the card says to do" You smirked seductively as the words left your lips, "You know what, I think I'll bend the rules here a little bit. This one applies to both of you"

"Hit us with it, sweetheart" Rex eagerly accepted.

The arousal forming within you at even the thought of what you were about to suggest greatly excited you, fueling your confidence to boldly say it.

"I dare you…to fuck me"

It was obvious that Hunter suddenly became flustered, shifting in his seat, feeling himself becoming worked up hearing you say something so dirty. Rex swallowed hard and sat up straight, also seemingly feeling the sexual frustration within him begin to ache.

“So?” You threw up your hands, impatient from the silence and eager to possibly live out your fantasy after all. Rex's precious expression of excitement couldn't be hidden by the stoic front he tried to present as he looked to Hunter. Their wordless agreeance with one another translated to you instantly.

"Is that really what you want?" Rex questioned, needing your reassurance before going any further.

“More than anything” You purred.

“Come on, then” Hunter gestured with his head to the hallway where his room was located.

Adrenaline pumped vigorously through your veins, eliminating any pesky feeling of nervousness or timid behavior. It was all happening so fast, but felt so invigorating as you imagined the heaven you were about to experience in his room alone with both of them.

They both stood to their feet first before Rex walked to you, holding out his hand for you to help yourself up.

What a gentleman, you thought.

The walk down the hallway was intimidating, knowing the other boys were fast asleep behind each of their doors. Thankfully for you all, the walls were thick, and hopefully soundproof. As you found yourself in Hunter's room, you admired how spacious it was, and wondered how he was lucky enough to have such a large bed, plenty big enough for you three to indulge yourselves.

"On the bed, princess" Hunter commanded while he and Rex worked to remove their outer layer of armor, leaving themselves only in their black under-layers as you laid back comfortably, anxiously awaiting the feeling of their wandering hands on your body.

It was as if they rehearsed it, with the way they towered over you together, Rex pulled away at your top, while Hunter worked to remove your pants. Within seconds your bare skin was exposed to the chilled air of the room, sending goosebumps across your body.

"Oh, Y/N, you are so beautiful" Rex praised sweetly as they stood back to get a better view of your bare body on display for them. They couldn't believe this was happening, and truly they felt like the luckiest men in the galaxy knowing they were about to have you moaning and melting beneath them.

"Fuck, look at her. So perfect" Hunter whispered, his jaw tightening.

"Rex, come here" You instructed, holding your hand out for him to grab, pulling him gently to the bed. He wanted you so bad he couldn't stand it, which is all the more reason for him to be a little nervous, and you could tell. As he hovered above you, your fingers found the bottom hem of his shirt and pulled it above his head. The chiseled, slightly scarred body in front of you was a dream to look at, and you admired every inch of it.

Hunter, showing more confidence than Rex in this situation, had removed his shirt, too, and sat next to you on the edge of the bed while Rex found his confidence in attacking your lips, wrapping you into a passionate kiss. The electrifying feeling of his touch with the sudden caress of Hunter's fingers traveling slowly up your thigh was already so deliciously overwhelming.

Rex's lips moved down to your neck, allowing Hunter to sweep in to place his eager lips upon yours. His hand rested hesitantly in the crease of your thigh, unsure if you were ready or not. Arousal was already pooled in between your legs.

"Touch me...Maker, do whatever you want to me...both of you" You begged breathlessly, needing them to handle you in every way they ever dreamed about.

"Well, you heard her, Hunter" Rex smiled, teasing intermittently between the sweet pecks upon your neck.

With your back now pressed firmly into the mattress, they began overtaking your body as you'd asked. Rex peppered more kisses slowly down to your breasts before taking your sensitive nipple into his mouth sucking gently, earning a light whimper from your lips. Hunter held his face close to you, barely leaving any space at all between your lips and his, watching your expression as his fingers found their way to your already wet entrance.

"Kriff...Rex, she's soaked already" He teased, looking down at the desperate look on your face.

"Good girl" Rex praised how turned on you were, his hands wandering every square inch of your body.

"Very good girl" Hunter reiterated. He wanted to watch you when he finally touched you where you needed him. Fingers trailed up your slit, finally finding rhythm on the bud of your clit. Your body twitched subtly at the contact with the release of a soft moan that was music to their ears.

"We've barely gotten started with you, sweetheart, are you sure you can handle this?" Hunter playfully asked, applying more pressure to his motions.

Nodding with a smile, you pulled at Rex's pants, not able to form the words you needed right now. You had to be dreaming, you thought, this was everything you'd ever wanted.

"Oh, you want this?" Rex teased as he pulled his aching cock from the restraint of his pants. With an affirmative nod, you moaned so desperately at the sight.

"Turn over" Hunter instructed. You did as he asked, and positioned yourself on your hands and knees. Rex, also on his knees, lined the tip of his length up to your open mouth, while Hunter moved behind you, trailing his hand up the back of your thighs before sliding two fingers into your pussy.

You whimpered at the feeling at the same moment that Rex's cock filled your mouth completely. The sweet sound of his expressive pleasure filled the air with your own. Hearing Rex enjoying the sensation of your mouth sent a flash of heat through your veins. His hands rested gently on your head while you began to suck him off.

Fingers pumped in and out of you with perfect rhythm as Hunter curled his digits with every motion. The angle at that he fucked you with his fingers added even more of an overwhelming feeling as he brushed your g-spot so effortlessly. Your moans were muffled from your occupied mouth, but Hunter still heard how good he made you feel.

"Yeah, you like that, princess?" He growled, leaning down to whisper into your ear, "just wait until you feel my cock inside you"

You swirled your tongue around Rex's cock with the bobbing of your head. It was a struggle to focus on your motions when Hunter was working so fervently to bring you to your climax. They both deserved your full attention, and you were going to give it to them.

"She feels amazing, Sergeant, ah- fuck, so good" Rex stumbled on his words as he focused on his pleasure.

"Oh yeah? I think I'll have to feel her for myself" Hunter chuckled softly and sadistically, so eager to be inside you he could hardly stand it anymore.

"I can feel you tighten around my fingers, sweetheart, go on. Come for me"

The tightening coil in your lower belly was begging to burst open, and with just two more glides of his hand, it washed over you so suddenly. You moaned loudly, pulling off of Rex’s cock to properly breathe as your body was overtaken by euphoria.

“There you go, Y/N” Hunter encouraged you, keeping his pace as you clenched around him.

“Just like that, baby, you sound so pretty when you come” Rex praised you, running his hand through your hair while he stroked himself next to your face, allowing you to enjoy your orgasm without worrying about him for a moment.

Their approving moans graced your ear while the tingling pleasure fizzled slowly. They were completely enamored with you, watching your every single move and reaction to the effect of their touch.

“I’m gonna fuck you now, sweetheart, okay?” Hunter warned you now, and even the words made you clench around the emptiness left from where he removed his fingers.

“Please, yes. I need your cock” You begged with a tiny whimper, your hips instinctively backing up against Hunter.

“Such a filthy mouth, I think you need it filled again” Hunter chuckled, grabbing a handful of your ass.

Rex nodded to him with a precious smirk, pressing the tip of his length against your swollen lips again. The sudden sensation of Hunter's cock pressed against your cunt earned an eager moan from your throat, sending vibrations over Rex as you continued to suck him off.

The fullness overwhelmed your senses as Hunter fully sunk himself into your wetness. He choked on a strangled moan, finally able to feel what he'd dreamed of for so long as he bottomed out. Rex and Hunter found sync and rhythm together as they thrust in and out of you from their opposite ends. It was more intoxicating to you than you'd ever felt in bed before. Nothing compared to being absolutely worshipped by these men who wanted nothing more than to focus on your own pleasure.

You melted at the sounds they made, so sweet and arousing, as they found satisfaction in what you provided to them. You'd hoped that what you assumed before was true about the sounds not escaping the walls around you, because if the adjoining rooms had any clue of what was happening in this room, your relentless cries would've been the dead giveaway.

You loved looking up at Rex with his cock in your mouth, but you wanted to see Hunter while he fucked you, too. As you pulled away from sucking Rex, Hunter took note of how you tried to watch behind you.

"You want to watch, sweetheart?" Hunter purred. Hearing him speaking softly in such a naughty context sent chills down your spine.

"Yes, I want to watch, please” You pleaded, moaning through your words before returning to lick all of Rex's length.

"I think its Rex's turn to feel this sweet cunt of yours, yeah?"

The motions of Rex's thrusts into your mouth faltered only at the sound of his suggestion. He wanted to feel your pussy, but was so patient to wait his turn.

"She's ready for you, Rex” Hunter groaned as he removed himself from you and Rex did the same. You were empty...so painfully empty. You wanted...no...you needed to be filled again.

They both used their strength to turn you over onto your back again. Hunter moved swiftly as he sat next to your face, propping your head on his thigh, putting your eye level with his length, and giving you the view you wanted. Rex wasted no time, sinking suddenly into your wetness. An animalistic, desperate moan escaped him.

“You gonna watch me fuck you, princess?” Rex smiled so sweetly before his mouth fell open and his brows furrowed together.

Using your moisture that still coated Hunter’s length and the pre-cum that leaked from his tip, you began to stroke him firmly. He twitched at the contact, but groaned deeply as the pleasurable sensation kicked in again.

As Rex fucked you hard, his thighs slapping firmly against yours, Hunter cupped one of your breasts into his hand, gently caressing your nipple. The other hand traveled slowly down to your aching clit that begged to be touched again.

"You're being such a good girl for us, letting us fuck you like this" Hunter praised sweetly, watching you writhe and squirm with the motions of his fingers. Once again, they both found a rhythm in what they were doing, pushing you so close to the edge. As you continued stroking Hunter, he subtly thrust his hips into your fist.

"Fuck, I-...I'm so close" You whimpered.

"Come on his cock" Hunter whispered to you, keeping consistent motions on your clit, “you’re doing so good”

An unfamiliar sensation built deep inside you with the approach of your second orgasm. The growing pleasure that centered itself in between your legs exploded, radiating out through your veins, overwhelming you so wonderfully. As you came, that unfamiliar pressure released itself, coating Rex's thighs and Hunter's hand as you cried out incoherent profanities.

"Oh, maker" Rex relished in how arousing it was watching you squirt on him. Hunter deeply moaned as he watched it, too, the look on his face showing pure pride for what they'd made you do.

You held your mouth open in shock, knowing you'd never done that before, but it felt so good.

"That's never...stars, that has never happened before" You breathed heavily as you came down from the most intense orgasm you'd ever felt. You hardly noticed you were trembling.

"Give us another one" Hunter commanded, returning to rubbing your clit once more.

"I can't, fuck, it's too much" You whined as your overstimulated body twitched and squirmed with Rex’s cock still deep inside you. Hunter smirked, laying his arm across your chest to hold you down. He knew you needed more, and they were going to give it to you.

"Yes, you can princess. You can take it" Rex encouraged you as he started to move his hips again.

You were so sensitive but still truly wanted to feel that again. The craving to experience another release outweighed any hesitation. Leaning up, propping yourself on your elbows, you took Hunter into your mouth and let him fuck your face while he still worked make you come again.

“I won’t last much longer, Y/N, Kriff you feel so good” Hunter praised, using your skilled tongue to get himself off.

“Me either. She’s so tight” a soft whimper trailed the end of Rex’s words.

The sensation crept up to you again, quicker than before. The brushing of Rex’s cock against your g-spot, the firm pressure against your clit, and the way Hunter used your face for his own pleasure pushed you closer and closer to the edge.

“Right there, yes, don’t stop” You begged so desperately, pulling off Hunter’s length to breathe. Quickly he pulled you back onto him.

Before you could even prepare for it, your third orgasm washed over you like a graceful wave, the pressure unleashing itself as you came for them again. You soaked them both again, earning approving grunts and moans from them as they watched in awe of you. You were a mess of whimpering that was muffled by Hunter’s cock that nearly choked you as he made you take all of him at once.

“That’s our good girl, fuck, you’re soaking us” Rex praised, his thrusts growing harder as he chased his own high. You were slowly coming down the rush of your orgasm and felt your legs grow weak as they trembled.

Their pleasurable expressions filled the room as they both grew louder, knowing that know that you were taken care of, they could use you as they pleased to reach their own release.

With a couple more thrusts, you were suddenly filled with cum on both ends of your body as they spilled themselves inside of you simultaneously. A tear trickled down your cheek from how much Hunter had filled your mouth, his tip pressing at the back of your throat. They both removed themselves so slowly, and as you swallowed all that he gave you, Hunter softly wiped your cheek before kissing you gently on your red and swollen lips. Rex’s cum began slowly dripping out of you, and you loved the feeling.

Rex and Hunter both collapsed on either side of you in bed as you all floated back down from your intense highs.

“That was…” Rex started, breathless and speechless.

“Fucking amazing” You finished for him.

“I’ll say” Hunter chuckled.

Your wonderfully aching body fell tired so suddenly. They both looked over, admiring you.

“Let’s get you cleaned up, yeah?” Hunter suggested, standing to help you to your feet. They showered you with the gentle attention you needed in your exhaustion and helped you bathe before laying you down tenderly in bed.

——

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[mamuzzy-creates-stuff]

My little OrdoMaze art collection in one place <333

「Dynamic of Ordo and Maze」[Snippet]

ORDO x MAZE CLONESHIP 18/09/2023| Ordo Skirata, Alpha-26 Maze | They are awkward af | Start of my brainrot for them | 

「I don’t deserve you」[COMIC]

ORDO x MAZE CLONESHIP |28/11/2023| Ordo Skirata, Alpha-26 Maze | Ship prompt | Prompt | Hurt & Comfort | Ordo is spiraling but Maze comforts him. In his own way. | 

「When your boyfriend is a bookworm」[ART] 

ORDO x MAZE CLONESHIP 10/01/2024| Ordo Skirata, Alpha-26 Maze | Fluff | 

「Erotic Dice Game with the Di’kutla couple」[ART]

ORDO x MAZE CLONESHIP 14/01/2024| Ordo Skirata, Alpha-26 Maze | Maze wants to try an erotic game and Ordo is going psycho again | I swear they are in love, they told me!

「Maze’s fictional crush died :((((((」  [ART]

ORDO X MAZE CLONESHIP 31/01/2024 | Ordo Skirata, Alpha-26 Maze | Sketchbook | Ordo is a jealous one, jealous even about fictional lovers |

「Fuck you, Maze」 [COMIC]

ORDO x MAZE CLONESHIP 02/02/2024 | Ordo Skirata, Alpha-26 Maze | Sketchbook | Ordo is a menace |

「You were late, now suffer the consequences」 [COMIC]

18+ ORDO x MAZE CLONESHIP 04/02/2024 | Ordo Skirata, Alpha-26 Maze | I’m obsessed with juicy alpha-class thighs, your honour | The art goes to an SFW tumblr post so from there you can decide if you want to see Maze’s juicy alpha-class thighs yourself by clicking on the AO3 link |

「He asked for no onions」 [ART]

Ordo x Maze CLONESHIP 19/02/2024 | Ordo Skirata, Alpha-26 Maze | They are both awkward. Period. | 

「Tactical smooch」 [ART]

19/02/2024 | Ordo Skirata, Alpha-26 Maze | Kissing | Mentions of homophobia, mentions of clonecest phobia | This is a companion-art to He Asked for No Onions. When I started to being active, I swore that every anti-cloneship hate post/comment I get, I’ll do kissing clones and tag the haters under it. Ok, I won’t do such things because I don’t want my ship art about boys being soft be tainted with fandombullshit all the time. You don’t mess with Mamuzzy, they are going to cry!!! (and becomes a vengeful spirit, lol) |

「It’s safe under the blanket」 [ART]

Ordo x Maze CLONESHIP 20/02/2024 | Ordo Skirata, Alpha-26 Maze | Wholesome fluffness I think they pretty much sleep like this~ | 

「O Ordo, Ordo wherefore art thou Ordo」[ART]

ORDO x MAZE CLONESHIP 20/02/2024 | Alpha-26 Maze | Maze is daydreaming in the office | Romeo and Juliet parody | 

「They are so stupidly in love I just can’t」 [ART]

ORDO x MAZE CLONESHIP |01/03/2024 | Ordo Skirata, Alpha-26 Maze | Received a very kind ask <3 | 

「It is not socially acceptable to throw up in the alleys of Coruscant」 [FIC] + [AO3]

ORDO x MAZE CLONESHIP 08/03/2024 | Ordo Skirata, Alpha-26 Maze | Kissing prompt | They are drunk as fuck | 

「Just let me boil in my water a little longer」 [FIC]

ORDO X MAZE CLONESHIP 14/03/2024 | Ordo Skirata, Alpha-26 Maze | Kissing prompt | It’s actually just a post with the AO3 link and I think I will keep this format when uploading fics from now on. |

「Maze, Ordo and books」 [HEADCANON]

ORDO x MAZE MAZE x BOOKS :DDD CLONESHIP 17/03/2024 | Ordo Skirata, Alpha-26 Maze | Headcanon | Maze is a booklover. | 

「Why cat shaped if not a cat?」[COMIC]

29/03/2024 | Ordo Skirata, Alpha-26 Maze, Arligan Zey, Commander Fox | Ordo is cat-coded for me. |

「BOOP!!!! Part I」 [COMIC]

CLONESHIP ORDO x MAZE 12/04/2024 | Ordo Skirata, Alpha-26 Maze | Maze uses vile tactics against the Null to deescalate their usual tense encounter |

「It's not for customers, I promise!」 [COMIC]

14/04/2024 | Alpha-26 Maze, Kal Skirata, Ordo Skirata, Mereel Skirata, Prudii Skirata | Restaurant!AU | Based on this post. | WARNING: Under the cut there is a comic with cartoon violence, blood and dead body depicted in comically goreish situation. |

「Your eyes are shit」 [ART]

CLONESHIP ORDO x MAZE 17/04/2024 | Ordo Skirata, Alpha-26 Maze | Wanted to draw something wholesome with them, or at least, something cute-couple thing to do <3 | Also I'll never get bored of Maze having glasses |

「BOOP! Part II」 [COMIC]

CLONESHIP ORDO x MAZE 21/04/2024 | Ordo Skirata | Ordo had a few sleepless night after that incident |

「OrdoMaze: Rimming」 [ART]

18+ ORDO x MAZE CLONESHIP 23/04/2024 | Ordo Skirata, Alpha-26 Maze | The only they don't fight is when they have sex, and Ordo is especially losing any will to bicker when Maze giving him a rimjob |

「He attacc he protecc but most importantly he stalks」 [ART]

CLONESHIP ORDO x MAZE 15/06/2024 | Captain Maze, Ordo Skirata | Ordo being an adorable little creep but Maze doesn't mind |

「An interactive OrdoMaze story」 [Ficlet]

CLONESHIP ORDO x MAZE 15/06/2024 | Captain Maze, Ordo Skirata | I intend to continue this. | CW: stalking |

「Spiteful Kiss」 [ART]

CLONESHIP ORDO x MAZE 14/07/2024 | Ordo Skirata, Alpha-26 Maze, Kal Skirata, Mereel Skirata, Jaing Skirata | Prompt: Spiteful kiss | What is more spiteful than kissing your boyfriends who hides you from his dad and brothers? |

「Trust」 [ART]

CLONESHIP ORDO x MAZE 20/07/2024 | Ordo Skirata, Alpha-26 Maze | Ordo is a jealous person and his intrusive thoughts about killing Maze are not helping | Based on song |

「Lopott könyvek」 [ART]

CLONESHIP ORDO x MAZE 22/07/2024 | Ordo Skirata, Alpha-26 Maze | A song inspired me and had to draw them being softies |

[mamuzzy]

"You're right. I do deserve better" prompt for Tup/Dogma if you're accepting still ♡

Have I ever mentioned how I like pink color in dark setting? It's so weird but I really love to use dark colors + pink combination in Umbaran setting. I took me a while but it's finaly done. :)))) Thank you, Anon, for this request! I haven't forgotten about it, I'm just terribly slow. The idea came fast actually, like, what if Tup and Dogma were lovers during the Umbaran campaign? And made me ask these questions: How the Krell-incident affected their relationship? How would have Tup felt if his very boyfriend forced him to shoot his brothers? What would have Dogma done if Tup was also complicit in disobedience? Hard questions...

The picture is more like an aftermath of a conversation I have written down in this little snippet below, and after the scene where Dogma was led to the shuttle and taken away. Summary: Dogma is being held captive after Krell's execution, and Tup visits him to say goodbye. Characters: Clone Trooper Tup, Clone Trooper Dogma Relationship: DogmaTup (clonecest) Word count: 560 Warnings: safe for read. NO BETA. Uhm... basicly a break-up fic.

Enjoy the angst :))))

The elevator door opened and Tup stepped inside the room, bucket chipped to hips, brooding and dark expression on his face. He searched for the cell Dogma was held, the man already on his feet, illuminated by the dim-lighted shields.

“Tup?” called for him the trooper behind field.

Tup stepped closer, glaring at him.

“Tup? What’s happening? Why are you here?”

“To say goodbye” said Tup as cold as he could manage, fingers crumbled into a fist, nails digging into his palm to keep collected and determined.

Dogma’s face subtly flinched by the cold tone. Somewhere deep he knew he deserved it and yet cannot help but think to descend to his knees and pleading for forgiveness for everything he had done… but the glare kept him on his toes.

“I’m sorry” he said instead, almost like a whisper.

“Being sorry doesn’t fix anything!” Tup lashed out angrily. “What are you even sorry about anyway?!”

Good point. Was he really sorry for the things that really mattered? The only thing that matters now stood here shouting at him.

“I hurt you. I don’t deserve you.”

“You are damn right on that one. I DO deserve better. You hurt not just me but everyone, Dogma. You almost got killed everyone, you defended that monster till the very end!”

“I wanted us to be safe, Tup!” Dogma found his voice. “I wanted you to be safe!”

“DON’T MAKE IT SOUND LIKE I WAS THE SOLE REASON YOU SENT OUR BROTHERS BEFORE A FIRING SQUAD, ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR FUCKING MIND?!”

“I did not say that.”

“Dogma, for fuck’s sake, you almost had me kill our brothers!”

“I didn’t know that Krell was set us up. It’s not about the others, it never was about the others. I never meant to hurt them. Can you understand, Tup?” Dogma looked at him pleadingly, just for a tiny spark of compassion, for understanding that subtle difference between wanting to hurt them and following orders! He followed orders, he followed orders, he… he…

“You don’t make any sense, Dogma” Tup shook his head and burrowed it into his palm. “I though you were just weird in a charming way, but never took you for a fucking psycho.”

That hurt. Fucking hurt.

“I’m not…” Dogma stepped back, knees almost gave up under his weight. “Tup… I…”

“What if I was who disobeyed? Would you have me shot down as well?”

Dogma couldn’t answer that. He didn’t know that answer because something like that never happened. Tup did not disobeyed therefor it wasn’t needed to think about such possibilities.

“There. I got my answer. Fuck you, Dogma” Tup turned his back to him, already on his way to the elevator. “I never want to see you again.”

“TUP, I LOVE YOU!!!” Dogma screamed, wanted to reach out but as soon as his fingers touched the field, it shocked him, sending tiny sparkles in the air and made the trooper cry out from pain and flinch back from the shield. The noises stopped Tup from moving, turning back him once again, on a verge of tears too, seeing his lover in pain, rubbing easing circles on his hands. But then he mustered all his strength, clung into every single drop of anger inside him to hate that miserable, disgusting slug in the cell, and left the prison.

[space-girl-and-droids-art]

Hello ! I’m opening comissions for Star Wars drawings ✨

🌸🌷My goal is to gather some money to start going to art fairs in my country with the regular art I make , which I don’t have on this tumblr cause I use tumblr for fandom stuff (but u can search it up by my name , Valilo, in most platforms ) . I also really like doing Star Wars art :D

> I’m charging 5 USD for sketches , 10 USD for plain colors and 15 for fully rendered . PayPal payment only , but I’m also willing to trade if u also do art of some kind :D

> I am comfortable drawing every single species on the Star Wars universe and I’ve been doing so for years .

> I will draw ship art for you even if I don’t personally ship it , with the exceptions of clonecest and romantic relationships between adults and underage characters.

> I don’t do hardcore gore or nsfw (the farthest I can go is probably shirtless people with tatoos bc I love drawing tatoos but not explicit sexual content )

> I am comfortable drawings space ships ! And droids ! I love drawings droids. And space creatures

> i will draw ur Oc’s or stablished characters from the franchise . Im familiar with the books so book characters can be requested as well .

>it takes me like 2 days up to a week to do a drawing mostly because I share the iPad with another artist (yes now I have access to an iPad !) But I don’t have many normal comissions so for now the waitlist is pretty short

Please consider reblogging to help me out ! I really want to change careers directions but I need a lil budget to start making the changes I need in my life .

Thanks a lot !

Here are some examples of what I can do , but u can find my art on my tumblr as well ! Contact me bc on this blog or my email if you are interested (valentinagonzalez.contacto@gmail.com)

Contact me on Instagram If you want another type of commission or more information in what I can do .

[machiavellli]

would you ever write something clone x clone?

You caught me in a bad mood. I’ll be a tad rude about this now.

Short answer: no, I will never do it.

Long answer:

I don’t find clonecest, incest in general, or as some prefer to call it “cloneshipping”, ethical or right in any possible situation. I don’t care if you disagree with me on this, but I simply find it disgusting and I don’t think we should promote incest in any way, even when we are talking about something fictional, such as the Star Wars universe.

Also, I take the occasion for making clear that on this page I don’t tolerate:

Incest (as I’ve just stated),

Pedophilia,

Debatable power dynamics (such as student/professor),

Zoophilia.

This is my page and I get to decide how it runs. If you don’t like this 1. Please do yourself favor and have an examination of conscience 2. Go away.

[dangraccoon]

Oyuba’din - Chapter 10: Wrong

Original Character x The Bad Batch

Summary: Jaine finds unexpected new relationships blossoming with a few members of the Bad Batch.

Warnings: discussion of trust issues, idiots starting to fall in love, depictions of small amounts of anxiety

Author’s Note: omg I can’t believe y’all are still reading this, 10 episodes in! Thank you all so much for your continued support! I love y’all so much 🥹💛 anyway here we are again with The Boys™! Yeah anyone remember how I said this might turn into a poly!batch fic? Yeah so that’s like for sure happening now. What can I say, I do what the muse tells me to ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ There will be absolutely NO clonecest. Gross. anywho, enjoy!

Mando’a key:

Cyar’ika = Sweetheart

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“‘Qoljak’?” Crosshair asked. “That’s where you’re from?”

“Yeah. I wouldn’t be surprised if even Tech didn’t know it existed. It was gone before you guys were even made,” Jaine shrugged sadly.

“How did you escape?”

“It’s fuzzy, it was so many years ago and I think my brain’s blocked a lot out.”

Crosshair sat in silence, taking it all in and watching as Jaine chucked a small rock into the pond. As far as he could tell, she didn’t trust anyone with this- her non-answer to his last question being evidence enough. Would it violate that surprising trust to tell his brothers? Would she hate him if he did? Did they even really need to know?

“Are you…going to tell the others?” he asked slowly, trying to gauge her reaction.

“I don’t know, I’m still pissed at them,” she huffed. “Maybe I’ll tell everyone except for Tech.”

Despite the bitterness of her expression, Crosshair laughed. “That’ll piss him off so bad.”

Jaine, having never really seen this side of Crosshair, grinned just a little even though she was still upset. “Gods, can you even imagine Wrecker trying to keep a secret?”

“He’s terrible at it,” Crosshair agreed.

The pair fell back into silence, less awkwardly now. Jaine threw a few more rocks at the pond, watching the ripples coming from each collision.

“Do you think I should tell them?” she asked quietly.

Crosshair seemed to consider this for a moment, pausing to throw his own rock, sinking it into the direct middle of the pond. “Eh, fuck ‘em. You tell them if you want to.”

Jaine’s shoulders released a tension she didn’t know they’d been holding. She swore she could feel the mood shift, but she must be tired. Still, slowly laid her head against his pauldron, eyes fluttering closed. “Thanks, Cross,” she whispered.

Internally, Crosshair was in full panic mode. She was laying on his shoulder. She trusts him with one of her secrets and to rest against him. He swore his heart was going to beat out of his chest. Could she hear it? Get your shit together, he scolded himself. What’s wrong with you?

Crosshair didn’t move, listening intently to her breathing becoming steadier and steadier until he was certain she’d fallen asleep.

The sun was going down. It was soon going to be dark and the air would chill. They should head back to the Marauder.

“Jaine?” he whispered, tapping her leg lightly. She made no response, physical nor verbal, so he shifted ever so slightly where he sat. Still nothing.

“C’mon, cyar’ika, we need to get back,” he mumbled. When she still didn’t respond, he heaved a sigh, slipping one arm around her back and one behind her knees, moving to stand up.

He carried her through the forest she’s torn through before, careful not to jostle her too much or make too much noise.

Hunter heard Crosshair coming, nervousness still not at ease, he nearly sprinted to the door of the ship, scanning the tree line for his brother.

It was so quiet, even to Hunter, that he almost missed it, but as Crosshair’s form broke from the trees, he gave a small shushing sound. Hunter’s pulse started to race as he saw his brother carrying Jaine’s limp form in his arms.

He raced to his brother’s side, where he was simply shushed again. Crosshair seemed to be in no hurry as he brought Jaine aboard, carrying her into the tiny medbay where her small cot had been set up in the corner. He placed her gently into the bedding, pulling the blanket over her, before turning back to see the rest of the batch waiting for him at the door.

“What happened?” Hunter asked, calmly, taking a seat at the small table in the galley.

“Nothing,” Crosshair shrugged.

“Did Jaine tell you her planet of origin?” Tech piped up.

Crosshair didn’t respond, opting to instead place a toothpick between his jaws.

“Crosshair?” Tech prompted.

“Why do you care so much?”

Tech flustered a little. “If she has been withholding vital information about her identity, she could be hiding much more.”

“How many times has she saved your ass in the field?” Crosshair retorted, pointing his toothpick for emphasis.

“I fail to see how that’s relevant.”

“You’re telling me that she hasn’t proved herself enough to you to earn the benefit of the doubt? Not to any of you?” Crosshair looked around the group. He was growing more and more irritated, but refused to raise his voice, worried he would wake Jaine.

The batch exchanged a few guilty looks with each other.

“What if she’s from a separatist planet?” Wrecker asked, looking like a kicked tooka.

Crosshair’s heart was hammering and he could feel the heat rising up his neck. He knew Hunter could tell, but he didn’t care. Why were they attacking her? Why couldn’t they understand?

“Crosshair,” Hunter started, his brow furrowed in conflict. “If you know something-”

“I know you all are forgetting how many times in only two months she’s saved our asses, I know you’re all paranoid, and I know that I trust her,” Crosshair spat, turning on his heel to walk back to the medbay.

“Cross,” Hunter called after him, receiving only a rude hand sign thrown over his brother’s shoulder.

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Jaine felt groggy. A small feeling- an instinct- prickled at the back of her mind. She jolted up in her bed, quickly scanning the dark room.

“Relax,” Crosshair spoke from his chair at the desk.

“Crosshair?” she hummed.

“Who else would it be?” Crosshair snarked and Jaine could practically hear his smirk.

“What are you doing in here?” she asked, wiping the sleep from her eyes and turning on the small lamp near her bunk.

“You…asked me to stay,” he frowned, squinting at the sudden change of light. “When I came to check on you?”

Jaine searched her brain. She had run off, Crosshair came and found her and then she- oh, gods.

Jaine felt her face become bright red, cursing herself for turning on the light.

“Tell me more about your home,” Crosshair blurted out, surprising both of them. He coughed a little, looking intently anywhere but her. “If you want, you don’t have to, but I want to know more…about you.”

Jaine watched on as the typically stoic sniper’s face fell red, his hand coming up to scratch the back of his neck.

“Oh, um, what do you want to know?” she inquired. “I was just a kid when it fell.”

“Right, sorry, you don’t have to- I mean, I’ll just-” Crosshair stammered, jumping up from his seat, and making his way out of the room. “Goodnight, Jaine.”

“Goodnight,” Jaine replied after he had left the room.

-

Tech paced anxiously outside of the medbay. The others had long since gone to bed,and he had tried, but he simply couldn’t sleep.

Crosshair trusted her. Crosshair, his most standoffish brother, the one who was the most skeptical about everything, trusted her.

Unlikely as he might have felt it was, Tech felt he may have misjudged her character. He felt like a fool. Crosshair was right, Jaine had given no reason for his mistrust, even going beyond that he could see now that she obviously cared deeply for all of them. He slowly came to the realization that he felt like a fool because he was a fool.

It was difficult for him to admit that someone else was correct or that he didn’t know something, and to be fair, it wasn’t a problem that occurred often, yet here he was, pacing outside of her door, searching for a way to confess that he had acted out of paranoia and fear and that, while he had given her no reason to, he hoped she could forgive him.

He was deeply lost in thought, so much so that when Jaine’s door slid open, it startled him.

“Tech? What are you doing up at this hour?” she asked sleepily. “Are you okay?”

Against his will, Tech’s eyes raked over her form. Dressed in a short pair of sleep shorts and one of Wrecker’s torn black tops, her hair was mussed just a little, and not pulled up in the small tuft it usually was. She blinked at him, eyebrows drawn in concern, and Tech realized he had been just staring at her for several moments, fascinated with her beauty in the late hours of the night.

“Tech?” she asked again, stepping closer to him. “You don’t look well; why don’t you come in and let me have a look at you?”

Tech blinked at her as though she were speaking a language he didn’t understand, but slowly nodded.

“Here, have a seat,” she said, pulling him by the arm towards the exam table.

He watched as she worked silently in the dim lamp light of the medbay.

She came over with a scanner, quickly reading his vital signs. She hummed a little at the results before returning the scanner to its place in a drawer.

“Pulse is a little high,” she informed him. “Did you get into the caf to stay up working again? When was the last time you got any sleep?”

Tech’s brows pulled together, his brain working frustratingly slow. Caf? No, he hadn’t had any today. Or since the last time she looked him over- when she’d asked him to cut down on his usual 5 cups and get some actual rest.

He shook his head a little, still not finding the ability to speak. He was worried that if he did, everything could come spilling out. The admission that he was wrong was something that made him feel quite vulnerable, and he was worried what else could come out of his mouth without his permission.

She smiled a little at the man before her, trying not to show her confusion over his lack of speech, but went to work, taking down her mortar and pestle as well as several ingredients from the cabinets. She could hear his heel tapping lightly against the floor as his knee bounced behind her.

“This is dried valerian root,” she explained softly. “I’m going to mix it together with passion flower and chamomile leaves to make you some tea to help you sleep.”

He watched her adding ingredients, grinding them together, smelling the mixture to add more as needed. She hummed a similar tune to the one she had when she had calmed Hunter’s migraine. He found this to be somewhat entrancing. The way her voice lilted softly and the way her body moved so comfortably, so fluidly, as she worked in the middle of the night, just to help him. She was doing this in spite of how he had treated her.

Jaine poured the tea mixture into a small electric kettle, filling it with water and turning it on.

“You seem tense,” she breathed, leaning against the counter as she waited for the tea to brew. She watched him carefully as his eyes shot up to her face from the floor.

“Why are you being so kind to me?” he whispered, feeling his cheeks heat ever so slightly.

Her head tilted a little as a small smile played at her lips. “You seemed like you were trying to ask for my help, so I’m providing it.”

He sat there for a long time, taking in the simplicity of her answer as she poured the tea into a mug, stirring in a small amount of honey.

“I think I know what’s going on in that brain of yours,” she said, handing him the mug. “Careful, it’s hot.”

Tech accepted the tea with a nod, blowing softly over the top of it.

“It’s okay,” she began, sitting next to him. “I don't blame you for not trusting me. With the war, it’s hard to trust new people. I get the same way. I only trusted you all so easily because Cody and Rex recommended this squad so highly.”

Tech sipped at the tea, enjoying the sweet woodsy-floral taste as his mind wandered back to the day before they had met Jaine. Cody’s cool demeanor and barely veiled threats about treating her well. He’d done a great job of that.

“And my childhood- well, let’s just say I have some problems when it comes to trusting people I don’t know,” she smiled lightly.

He nodded a little, he could feel the effects of the tea started to calm his ever-fraying nerves and relax his busy mind.

“I’m sorry I got so upset,” she said, the corners of her mouth pulling downward. “I feel so close to all of you that to walk into a conversation that was about myself, it threw me off. Talking with Crosshair helped, but I was mostly just worried that I’d upset you by not answering your questions.”

She looked back up at him, placing a light hand on his knee. “You gave me the opportunity to talk to you and I dismissed it out of hand. That was horrible of me, and I promise that going forward, I’ll make an effort to communicate more effectively with you.”

“Can I kiss you?”

The question broke free from his slowly relaxing mind and flew out of his mouth. Jaine’s eyes were wide as she scanned his face.

“Ap-apologies,” Tech stammered, nearly jumping up from his seat and away from her. “I believe the concoction you’ve given me has lowered my typical level of brain activity, causing me to say something inappropriate.”

“Tech, it’s-”

“Thank you for your assistance with my restlessness. I will take my leave. Good evening, Lieutenant,” Tech spoke rapidly, turning sharply on his heel and making his way from the medbay, cursing himself the whole way to his bunk.

Jaine was left to sit there, staring at the door through which he’d left so abruptly, jaw opening and closing slightly as though she were going to speak, though nothing came.

She drank the remaining tea and fell into a deep slumber.

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The Initiation

Summary: Echo doesn't quite know what he's getting himself into when he joins Clone Force 99. He definitely doesn't expect what goes on behind closed doors with their beloved medic.

Pairing: Poly Bad Batch x reader (no clonecest whatsoever)

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, group sex, kind of an orgy, reverse harem, brief glimpse of the author's glove kink, masturbation, exhibitionism, oral, spitroasting, Wrecker's big dick, unprotected sex, creampies galore, squirting, Hunter loves feeding reader's praise kink, Hunter's a bit of a dom, this is utter filth someone get me holy water i need to drink it.

A/N: *sweats nervously once more* Don't ask where this came from. I'm not sure you want to know. I...have no excuse. If you need me, I'll be in horny prison.

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Echo notices not long after he joins them. 

He feels more at home with Clone Force 99 than he would have back with the 501st. The “regs” they called them. Even on the cramped ship that’s too small already, he feels a sense of comfort. Of course, in such cramped quarters, it doesn’t take him long to notice things. 

You, the squad’s medic, had been the most welcoming at first. You had been there, on Skako Minor, waiting with the ship for them to return. You’d spoken so softly, so sweetly to him, talking him through everything as you scanned his body for potential injuries. You’d wrapped him in a blanket, warming his frosted skin as much as physically possible. You hadn’t done any more than you needed to, not wanting to cause him any more stress than he was already feeling. 

He hadn’t fallen in love in that moment, per se, but he had grown to like you first, before the others. 

That wasn’t entirely the reason why he noticed it so quickly. 

It was hard to miss. 

The first were the touches. In close quarters it was hard to avoid sometimes, but this was more than that. Most recently had been coming in to land for their latest mission. You had been standing next to the seat Hunter was sitting in, in the cockpit. He had slipped a hand between your legs to grip your inner thigh and tug you closer to him. It had been far too high to be only Hunter keeping you steady as Tech expertly landed the ship. 

You hadn’t seemed to care at all. 

Then the proximity. You stood close to them. Very close. Even Crosshair who kept as much personal space as possible allowed you to break into that circle. 

It wasn’t just you. They hovered as well, standing closer than regulation would approve of when you talked, sometimes so close you had to be breathing the same air. 

Then the lingering glances. When you passed by them, their eyes would follow. When you were busy taking inventory, sorting through supplies, reading away at your datapad, they’d be sitting watching you. Their eyes would trail your form, very visible beneath your tactical suit. You don’t go out into the field with them, but due to their status as an independent squad, you wore tactical gear instead of the normal civilian medic scrubs. It had been modified, slightly of course, thanks to Tech. Despite the fact you never saw any combat, you had greater protection around vital areas just in case. 

Something’s going on. Something more than just the closeness of a squad. Something they’re all in on. He’s too afraid to ask. 

Maybe he should have. 

***

His first experience in Clone Force 99’s barracks is...something. It’s messy, as the Marauder is. There’s a smell too, something he can’t quite place. Something bad. None of the others even seem to notice, not even you. You toss your bag onto the couch before sitting at the table, leaning your back against it. 

“We can rig up something for you, if you don’t want to sleep on the couch.” Hunter tells him, setting his own pack down. 

His gaze flickers to you. There’s only four bunks. He doesn’t want to take your spot if that’s where you sleep. “But what about-” 

“I rotate bunks.” You say, lips curling up in a smirk. 

Hunter says your name, a warning growl in his voice. Echo’s only heard that tone once from him, when Tech had made a quick decision without informing anyone else during a fight. It had worked in their favor, but Hunter liked to know when he was going to do something reckless. 

“What?” You ask, batting your eyelashes innocently. “He’s a smart man, he’s probably figured something out by now. It’s not like you’ve been trying very hard to hide it.”

So he had been right. There were things, things beyond just the normal gawking of men enclosed in a tight space with a beautiful woman. You are beautiful. He can’t blame them for staring, or touching. It’s not exactly forbidden. He knows the kinds of things that happen during shore leave. But that was shore leave, far from the GAR and those that would report to higher-ups the goings on in the private lives of troopers. 

Hunter had told him the little shore leave they get they spend here on Kamino, far from Coruscant and where the other troopers spend their free time. 

An easier place to get caught. 

He knows the consequences of doing it, the consequences of getting caught. The reprimanding, the possible decommissioning. 

He stares at you wide eyed, Hunter passing him to stand in front of you. “That’s...against the-” 

“What, against the rules?” Crosshair says, leaning against a crate. “You’ll be quick to learn we’re not exactly ones for following the rules.” 

“It’s tradition.” Hunter says, hand cupping your chin to lift your gaze to him. You stare up at him, something shining in your eyes. Love? No, not quite. “Perhaps this time it can be more of an...initiation.” 

“If you want.” You say, turning to look at Echo once more. You’re staring at him like you did when you first met him on the flight back from Skako Minor. Your tone is the same too, that gentle, disarming voice used to calm nervous patients. Your lips turn up in a soft smile, a complete 180 from the salacious look you had been wearing seconds ago. “You don’t have to, if you’re uncomfortable. You can always go and get dinner, give us a couple hours.” 

He should. He should walk out the door and pretend he’s not about to watch his new squad’s medic act inappropriately with the other members of the squad. You don’t seem to have any complaints. There was no coercion on their part, at least that he could tell. You want this as much as they seem to do. They all move towards the table, hovering around it, around you. 

You’re beautiful. You truly are. He’d be crazy to try and deny that. He can’t blame them, and perhaps if he had still been like he was before, he’d have tried to shoot his shot. 

You rest your elbow on the table, leaning your head against your hand. “It’s up to you, handsome. You can always just watch, if that’s what you’d prefer.” 

There’s a tense moment of silence, everyone still as you stare at Echo. He swallows thickly, knowing he should walk out while he still can, but he’s not sure he wants to. Maybe he does want to see this. Maybe he does want to partake. You seem so willing, so ready. 

Hunter grabs your chin, yanking your face back to him. It’s rough, the sweetness in your eyes disappearing again, being replaced by the lusty look that had been in them before. Hunter presses his gloved thumb against your lips and you eagerly take it into your mouth. 

He’s screwed. He’s so kriffing screwed. 

Hunter stares at you as you suck on his thumb, seeming to silently communicate. This isn’t a new thing. You’ve been doing this for a while. Hunter pulls his thumb from your mouth, dropping his fingers to the neck of your tactical suit, tugging on it gently. “Off.” 

You stand, Hunter stepping back. You begin to undress, pulling off your gear and tactical suit. Echo can’t help but avert his gaze as you pull off your breastband, his face feeling warmer than usual. You’re not the first naked woman he’s seen, but this is different. He’s not supposed to be seeing you naked. 

His eyes dart back to you as you move, lifting yourself onto the table. His face feels warmer than usual as he stares at you, taking in every curve and slope of your body. You bend your legs, pressing your heels into the table, spread wide enough for even him to see the slick folds between your thighs. 

“Get yourself ready, mesh’la.” Hunter says, his voice deeper than usual. 

You lay back on the table, tracing a hand down your body. Echo can hear the thud of codpieces hitting the floor, but his eyes are focused on your hand as it dips lower and lower. 

Your fingers run through folds, gathering some wetness. You slip a finger inside, letting out a breathy sound. Your other hand drops down to circle your clit slowly as you work your finger in, stretching yourself out. Your head falls back as you add a second finger, slowly picking up the pace. 

Echo’s eyes focus on your lips, parted as you moan quietly. Anyone could walk in. Anyone could see you like this. The risks are so high, but no one seems to care. 

You’re close, your fingers thrusting into you hard as you desperately chase your orgasm. Hunter turns his head, glancing at Crosshair. The sniper smirks, pulling his toothpick from his lips before flicking it across the room. He steps up to you, fingers wrapping around your wrist before tugging your hand from your pussy. You let out a whine in complaint, Crosshair tugging you up to sit.

“Aww man, why don’t I ever get to go first?” Wrecker complains. 

“Because you’d rip her in half.” Crosshair says, delivering a sharp slap to your thigh as you maneuver yourself. You bend over the table, resting your head so you can see Echo. You make eye contact with him, lips parted as you breathe. 

Crosshair’s thin fingers trail down your spine, your back arching to press your ass up. His other hand frees himself from his blacks, jerking his hard length. You moan as he presses his cock into your slick pussy, lifting up on your toes to take him deeper. Crosshair groans as he settles inside you, hands dropping to grip your hips. 

You brace yourself on the table as Crosshair begins to move, pushing your hips back to meet his thrusts. You let out the most salacious sounds, Crosshair’s hand tangling in your hair to pull your head up. Tech steps up in front of you, slipping a hand into his blacks to draw out his cock. You open your mouth, waiting expectantly for Tech. 

He presses his cock into your mouth, his own hand taking the place of Crosshair’s. Crosshair picks up the pace, snapping his hips into yours. The sound of his hips hitting your ass, and the wet squelch of your pussy are loud. Echo glances nervously at the door. If someone stood too close to the door, they could probably figure out what was going on. 

No one else seems to care, though. They’re not stopping, nor attempting to be any quieter. 

The only things that have been silenced are your moans, muffled by Tech’s cock in your mouth. You’re moaning and whimpering, at the mercy of the two clones as they use your body. Crosshair slips a hand under you, fingers rubbing your clit. 

Your body shudders as you cum, letting out a high pitched moan around Tech’s cock. Crosshair groans as he stills, cumming inside you. Crosshair pulls free, Tech not slowing at all. Wrecker steps up, taking Crosshair’s place. He runs his fingers along your slit, gathering Crosshair’s seed that’s beginning to seep out of you, using his thick fingers to push it back in. 

You moan around Tech’s cock, pushing yourself up on your elbows. There’s a pool of drool forming on the table under you, more stringing between your lips and Tech’s cock as he pulls free for a second. Wrecker takes advantage, pressing the thick head of his cock against your slit. 

Your eyes squeeze closed, body relaxing as he presses into your pussy. You whimper at the stretch, body gaping around his thick cock. Your head ducks down, hand lifting to jerk Tech’s cock as Wrecker presses further in. Hunter steps up to your side, carding his fingers through your hair. It’s so soft and gentle, such a change from what had just happened. 

You whine, hips shifting against Wrecker’s hold. “Too much.” 

“You can take it, mesh’la.” Wrecker groans. 

“Good girl,” Hunter praises, still stroking your hair. “Be a good girl and take him.” 

You let out another pathetic whine, legs shaking by the time Wrecker is completely seated inside you. Hunter gently guides your head back up, Tech slipping his cock back into your mouth. You grip the edge of the table as Wrecker begins to move, slow thrusts as your body stretches around his cock. 

Echo’s hands have curled into fists at his sides, his cock pressing uncomfortably against his codpiece. He never would have thought he could be turned on by something like this, but the sounds, the way your body moves so seamlessly with them, the noises coming from you...it’s all too much. 

Tech grits his teeth as he stills, cumming into your mouth. You take all of him, swallowing his load. Wrecker pulls you up, holding your back to his chest as he cums with a loud groan, spilling into you. Tech slaps a hand over your mouth as you nearly scream, soaking the table and the floor with your orgasm. 

Wrecker laughs rapturously, holding you up as you practically go limp in his arms. “Got another one!” 

“Yes, well, you do have the anatomical advantage when it comes to producing such a result.” Tech says. “For some of us, it takes actual skill.” 

Wrecker lays you on the table on your back, your body limp as you breathe heavily. “Yeah, well I’ve done it more times than anyone.” 

“Enough.” Hunter says, stepping around the table to where you’re laying. “You can debate skills later. We’re not finished here yet.” 

Their gazes all turn back to you, Hunter stepping between your legs. He reaches up, stroking your cheek gently. “Hi, mesh’la. Still with us?” 

You nod, leaning into his touch. “Present, Sergeant.” 

Hunter smirks, reaching down with his other hand to pull out his cock. “Good girl.”

You let out a little whine at the praise, his hands folding your legs against your chest. You hold the backs of your knees, keeping your legs in place. 

Hunter smiles, trailing his hand down your front. “Such a good girl for us.” His fingers circle your clit, your legs twitching. “Can you take one more?” 

You nod, looking absolutely fucked out as you stare up at him. “Yes, sir.” 

He smiles, moving his hand to press against the back of your thigh as he guides his cock to your slit. You groan as he presses into you, giving you no time to adjust as he begins moving his hips. You make the sweetest little noises as he fucks you, eyes trained on him. 

It feels different than with the others, softer and more intense. Echo wonders if it’s simply the dynamic. The others pick you apart and Hunter pieces you back together. He can’t help but be curious. How had this started? How long had it taken? Who was first? You’d probably tell him if he asked. It wasn’t like you were hiding it anymore. Not that you really had been from the start. 

Your knuckles are white where they’re gripping under your knees as Hunter rolls his hips against yours. He can tell just by the sounds you’re making how close you are. He can already pick up the cues your body gives. 

Hunter grips your hips, pulling you to the very edge of the table. His movements change, thrusting shallowly into you. Your legs begin to shake, moans getting louder and higher pitched. He knows what’s coming already, your hips jerking as you soak the front of Hunter’s armor, sending a squirting into the air and onto the floor. Hunter takes his cock in his hand, jerking it a couple times before he cums onto your pussy and thighs. 

Wrecker stares in disbelief, making a disappointed noise. 

“Looks like you won’t be in the lead for much longer.” Crosshair teases, slipping a toothpick back into his mouth. 

Tech grabs a questionable looking towel off the floor, wiping down the table and the floor. You let your legs go, both flopping bonelessly over the edge of the table. 

“So?” Hunter says, turning to Echo. He’s still standing between your thighs, the front of his armor dripping from your explosive orgasm. “What do you think of our girl?” 

Echo’s throat feels constricted. He’s not sure he could speak if he wanted to. He’s hard, fists still clenched at his sides. 

“You’re a part of this squad now.” Hunter says, placing a gentle hand on your stomach. “Which means you can be part of this if you want.” He glances down at you. “She’d like you to be, wouldn’t you, cyare?” 

You nod, still lying limp on the table. “Want your cock, Echo.” Your voice is raw, hardly more than a murmur. 

Hunter stares at him, waiting for an answer. Echo knows he can say no. You’ll be disappointed but not upset. He should say no. You’ve had enough, he can tell, but the way you’d worked Tech with your mouth, giving control over to him. His cock twitches at the thought. 

“So, how do you want her?” Hunter asks. 

“I-I want her mouth.” Echo finally says, stumbling over the words. 

Hunter helps you sit up, easing you off the table. “Come on, mesh’la. Show him what you can do with that pretty little mouth.” 

You take the couple steps to him with a distinctive limp, dropping to your knees. You’re hazy eyed and soaked with sweat, sticky from your cum and theirs. You look absolutely fucked. If someone walked in, there would be no question. All they’d have to do is look at you to know what had transpired in the barracks. 

You wait patiently on your knees as Echo reaches into his blacks pulling his hard cock out. You lean forward and for a moment he’s worried you’re passing out, but instead you stick your tongue out, running it along the bottom side of his length. His jaw clenches, hand closing around the base of his cock so he doesn’t cum immediately and embarrass himself. It’s been a long time since he’s felt anything, and your warm mouth might send him straight into space. 

You grip his thighs as you lick along his length, swirling your tongue over his head. Your eyes lift, no longer hazy as they meet his, staring deeply into them as you take him into your mouth. He keeps hold of his cock, watching as you sink lower and lower until your lips are pressing against his hand. He swallows thickly, the warmth of your mouth and the press of your tongue almost too much. 

He understands now. Not that he hadn’t before, but he can see how they’ve all fallen so heavily for you, risking being discovered just for this. Just for you. 

You bob your head, fucking his cock with your mouth. He desperately squeezes the base, not wanting to cum just yet. He holds on for dear life, keeping his gaze locked to yours as you suck the very soul out of him. 

He lets go, cumming with a curse as he spills into your mouth. You swallow around him, taking every last drop before releasing him. You lick at his head, cleaning every last drop before you sit back, licking your lips. 

Hunter steps up next to you, gently patting your head. “Good girl.” 

Wrecker helps you into the ‘fresher, Tech cleaning up the rest of the mess you had made. Echo tucks himself back in his blacks, trying to wrap his head around what had just happened. Two years ago he would have never considered taking a civilian medic to bed, much less with his own squad. They’re so nonchalant about it, slipping back into their routines almost instantly. 

When he had first met you, he would have never thought you did something like this behind closed doors. It’s not hard to see why they would take advantage of your willingness, though. You’re captivating, not just in your skills and your beauty. 

Kriff, he’s in deep now. 

He’s not as upset about it as he should be. 

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The Bad Batch falling for you -or- How you wound up with 5 boyfriends (HCs)

warnings: nfsw (minors be gone), references to pinv, references to masturbation and references to bodily insecurities, poly (no clonecest), and pls let me know if I missed something

first time writing anything like this; be gentle 🥺

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Echo

he falls for you first

he was already halfway there, and then you joined the Batch because being separated again was not an option

“I just got you back, if you go, I’m going too…Rex will understand.”

and on top of it all, you started studying cybernetics, so you could still provide his medical care 100%

he couldn’t stop himself if he tried

he convinces himself you don’t see him like that because he’s not “whole”

it doesn’t help that the others are so comfortable/confident with you, and he’s sure you prefer them

you have to spell it out for him…more than once

you drag him away from the others one night at 79s because you never get to wear this dress, and it’s not for sitting

on the dance floor, you confess your feelings, and how you’d like to show him how happy you are to have him back

he’s shocked, and very much stumbling over his words to express that he can’t believe it, he wants to, but no way

you are literally under him moaning his name, and he’s wondering if this is what you really want. it feels too good to be true

you’re only too happy to remind him every day that you adore him, and desire him just the way he is

Wrecker

he’s next down the rabbit hole of love

you can match his enthusiasm for life, and he feels twice as energetic with you

you do little things for him like make sure there’s stash of proper snacks and sweets for him

you let him show his gentle side, and you show your appreciation for it

“Echo’s really lucky” he says one day in between reps with Gonky

you look up from your own workout and ask him to elaborate

he launches into an explanation ending with, “and he gets to kiss you…”

you tell him how sweet he is before chatting to Echo about it, who’s fully aware this wouldn’t be your first rodeo with polyamory

once you’re sure Echo’s ok, you flirt right back with Wrecker, and he’s thrilled…wait…what about Echo?

you explain the deal, and at first he’s skeptical, but his desire for you is stronger, and he caves so fast, eager to experience you for himself

he just plain enjoys being close to you, and he can’t help but sneak in little touches here and there. your shoulder, your lower back, checking/adjusting your armor. and once you’ve established a relationship he includes caressing your face, forehead kisses, and yeah, he’s going in for the booty grab

in Wrecker’s eyes, you’re to be protected at all costs, and you’ve never done anything wrong in your life

even when Tech has footage of you playing a prank in high definition, you’re innocent

Hunter

at first he is just glad you can get all of their rowdy asses off of the ship when he needs to rest

as they share tales of your outings though, he starts to feel left out, and…jealous?!

he supposes he should be happy and grateful that you’re a calming presence, and your voice, your scent, and your strong heartbeat soothes his overwhelmed senses easily

and it’s so easy to talk with you. has it ever been this easy with anyone outside of his family?

it really starts to hit his jealousy buttons harder when he can literally smell you on Echo and Wrecker at any given time. that he can hear their hearts pick up at the sight of you, or the quiet giggles as you snuggle up in one of their bunks

he wants to bear your scent, hold you close, kiss those perfect lips

you’re shuffling the boys off of the Marauder one day when he asks you to hang back

you get those “called to the principal’s office” vibes (it doesn’t help that Crosshair tuts at you and says “you’ve been naughty, haven’t you?”) and you know Hunter can hear your heart hammering away

“At ease, soldier” he says playfully as you join him in the cockpit

you stay tense at first until you’re really sure you’re not in trouble, and then you can appreciate this one on one time that you haven’t gotten to enjoy before

that first kiss is a doozy, and you just need want more

luckily he feels the same way, and it’s about now when you realize how deep you’re in with the Bad Batch

Tech

he understands his attraction to you, but he’s sure that you’ve got your hands full already

besides he’s busy, and you are a distraction. your laughter, your curves, your presence elevating the mood on the Marauder…

nope! he’s not going there. too much to do

but then he’s alone in the refresher, and you’re the star of every fantasy his brilliant mind can conjure. his perfect memory coming in handy, as he works himself to release.

he’d be fine if it stopped there, but his traitorous thoughts wanted more than the sight of you on top of him

he wanted to teach you things, and share his ideas with you. he wanted to snuggle you, and enjoy intimate conversations before drifting off to sleep

the opportunity to advance your relationship presents itself in the middle of the night. when you’re the only two awake.

you come to take over watch, and he makes up an excuse about needing to calibrate the weapons system.

naturally you offer your assistance, passing tools back and forth, discussing the calibration, and your hands touch, and neither of you pulls away

you’re not sure who moves first to initiate that first kiss, but you take credit if anyone asks

Crosshair

it takes awhile before you can even confidently say that Crosshair doesn’t hate you

once he realizes you’ll serve his attitude right back to him in your sweetest (or sultriest) tones, he warms up…in his way

you lowkey live for his attention, even when it’s clear he’s fighting with himself to give it to you

letting you in? getting close to you? a smart mouthed brat who has slept with regs????? absolutely fucking not

he can’t roll his eyes hard enough as his brothers fall under your spell

you’re attractive, and he couldn’t deny that. his own body had betrayed him in your presence already, and Hunter had given him a smug look that had him exiting the cockpit expeditiously

but the easy intimacy they share with you confuses him

he watches you interacting with them, loving on them, and being good to them…all the damn time.

he breaks down after a particularly nauseating display of affection (Hunter kisses your forehead before he and Wrecker go to scout out a good campsite) and finally asks Tech what the heck is so special about you?

Tech explains rather simply that just like their mutations give them particular skills, your nature had given you skills as well. they happened to be of a more intangible nature largely, but they were undeniable.

he mulls this over a few days until he decides the only way to sort this out is to get you alone, and see if it’s an act or not

much to his annoyance, and eventual pleasure, he discovers it’s not an act, and he can no longer deny that you’ve gotten under his skin and made a home in his thoughts and heart

[shadowlight17]

Use the generic clonecest or cloneship tag so those of us who don't want that nasty garbage in our tags can block it.

Hi! I thought I did, however I might’ve missed it. Thanks for letting me know!

For future reference and *especially* if you follow me, use kinder language to let me know that there’s a tag I missed.

I believe in curating and avoiding the things on the internet that I don’t want to see so it’s no issue to me that you want to avoid something I enjoy. No skin off my back ☺️ but using language such as the above ask becuz you’re salty you saw something that *MIGHT* have a snippet of cloneshipping or clonecest in it does not generate any goodwill. Small bits of kindness go a long way and I will never forcibly submit anyone to something they don’t like.

If cloneshipping and clonecest are really not your mojo or cup o’ tea, you should probably block “cloneshipping events” “cloneshipping Big Bang” and any other tags like that if you don’t want to see it.

Have a lovely day all of you and please be kind to each other! Even and especially if you don’t agree with them!

[indira-korr]

More about GG and Nineteen 😊

Who's a Good Boy? (2117 words)

Chapters: 1/2

Rating: Explicit

Additional Tags: Banter, Kink Discovery, Praise Kink, Metafiction, Characters Reading Fanfiction, GG fanfiction because Nineteen is a pretty big GG fan, clone shipping, Clonecest, Explicit Language, Spoilers

Summary: GG knew people. And he knew how things worked around here. So of course, when rumors spread around the barracks that someone wrote a smutty little story about a Shiny getting railed for the first time, GG was going to find out about it. And he was going to enjoy it—thoroughly.

Little side note: Because I know at least one person who might like to read this, but hasn't finished the main series yet, I put the entire fic under the cut and [redacted] the spoilers. The uncensored version is here on AO3.

GG knew people. And he knew how things worked around here. So of course, when rumors spread around the barracks that someone wrote a smutty little story about a Shiny getting railed for the first time, GG was going to find out about it. And he was going to enjoy it—thoroughly.

It had been a while since GG had used his considerable skills to turn a Shiny into a panting and moaning mess. Nineteen wasn’t a Shiny anymore. Now, he was something else, something better. GG wasn’t sure how to describe it, but things were different with him. They’ve only met three more times after that first night, but GG could already tell that the kid was special. To be honest, he could already tell that first night. Nineteen was thoughtful, generous, kind, and so eager to learn. GG smiled when a warm feeling spread through him. He already missed Nineteen and couldn’t wait to see him again.

GG pulled up the Company’s duty roster. 3rd Platoon was out until 1800 hours today. And they were just doing drills, so he didn’t have to worry about Nineteen. He looked at his chrono. Two hours left. There was more than enough time to read this bit of smut, maybe have some fun with it, and then give Nineteen the amazing evening he deserved.

GG stretched out his legs, pulled out his data pad and made himself comfortable on his bunk.

Not a Shiny anymore

— by CT-1704/0406 —

You are alive. The battle is over. Maybe it was your first, maybe it was your fifth or even your tenth. It doesn’t matter. To your squad you’re still a rookie, the new kid, the Shiny.

Huh, GG thought as he realized that this was written from the Shiny’s point of view. This wasn’t exactly the perspective he had expected or was interested in. He wasn’t even sure it was something he wanted to get off to. But it’s kind of cute. Lets see where he’s going with this.

GG kept reading and had to chuckle a few times.

Remember, the only thing between you and them is experience.

And you? You are about to get some.

Hahaha. Yes I bet you are. Nicely put.

Your new squad lets you tag along for the night, but apparently this base is as boring as a Bantha’s butt, so they just hang around the mess hall, talk about the last battle, and complain about the food.

Yup, that’s sounds about right. I guess it’s not just us.

You don’t mind ration cubes. But then again, you haven’t really tried anything else so far. You look forward to finding out what real food tastes like.

Oh, I have something real right here that I could feed you kid, GG thought and snorted. This may not be what he had expected, but it was definitely entertaining.

“What’s so funny?” Mix asked as he peaked down from his bunk above GG’s.

“Nothing you’d be interested in,” GG chuckled and gave Mix The Look—the one that told him that it was in his own best interest to look away.

“Got it. I think someone just called my name. Bye,” Mix replied with an eye roll and got off his bunk. “And clean up after yourself. We don’t need this place to turn into a health hazard… again.”

“OH COME ON! That was ONE time,” GG grouched, but Mix was already gone.

So where was I, GG thought as he skimmed the page.

The troopers at the table behind you have been playing some card game for a while and when their group splits up, you hear one of them sigh.

“Well, if you want to keep playing,” the Trooper says to his only remaining squad mate. “We need a third man.”

“Hah, smooth!” GG called out and laughed. That’s a classic move. And, Oh Boy, does it work. Every single time.

Briefly, you wonder if you should volunteer. But you don’t know them or the game. And you’re not sure if they’re in the mood to babysit some random Shiny. Because, odds are, that’s what you are to them.

Awww, he’s shy. That’s cute. And—GG took a deep breath—pretty hot. Oh Shiny, I’d ‘babysit’ you alright, you’d only have to ask.

Wait, how old is that kid? GG wondered and reread the last few paragraphs.  

They say you’re still wet behind the ears or fresh out of the tube, as if it hadn’t already been at least nine years since you were decanted and all growth chamber fluids dried off.

At least nine. Okay good. GG couldn’t help think about the day, Nineteen and a lot of other Shinies joined Blizzard Company. They had been that same age, fresh off Kamino, and GG had been giddy with anticipation.

And then, everything had turned out even better then he could’ve hoped.

GG hesitated for a moment and contemplated just getting off right now while he thought about that first night with Nineteen.

No, wait till he’s back and just show him how much you missed him.

So, where was I?

Before you can make your decision though, you feel a light tap on your shoulder.

“Hey man,” the Trooper behind you says casually. “We need one more player. Wanna join us?”

He said Hey man.

Not Hey kid.

Not Hey Shiny.

This is new, you think and smile.

Damn, that guy is GOOD! Making the kid feel like a fellow Trooper instead of a Shiny. That’s exactly what I would’ve done. Well, I have done that… a lot. And this kid is eating it up. Awesome. Whoever wrote this really knows how to make this interesting.

GG felt an enormous grin spread across his face as he kept reading. This was just too entertaining. And it was interesting to see things from a Shiny’s perspective after all.

Maybe you already have a name, maybe you don’t. Whether you introduce yourself by name or number he just acknowledges it. This is also new. No stupid comment about being so new you don’t even have a name yet or what did you do to get a name like that. You can’t help like the guy already.

Yeah, he’s totally doing that to get into your blacks kid. I hope he’ll treat you well.

You let him know, that you’re eager to learn as much as you can. Maybe it sounds a little too desperate, but flattery probably won’t hurt your case.

Kriff, desperate flattery? That can never hurt, GG thought and readjusted his lower blacks that were starting to get a little tighter.

And it doesn’t. The Trooper wants to show you something pretty wizard, which apparently means awesome, and you follow him and his brother to a spot that’s supposed to have an amazing view.

Oh be careful kid, now it’s two of them. Well, unless one if them plays the wingman and leaves soon, GG thought skeptically.

This sounded familiar and GG’s frown only grew as he read ahead.

So you and the Trooper head for that place and he was right, the view from this tower is pretty amazing.

“Wait a minute!” GG said as he scrolled back and reread the entire thing. "Is that me?"

Inviting the Shiny to a game, saying ‘hey man’, telling him stories, and then taking him to watch something ‘pretty wizard’ from a tower???

GG scrolled down and skimmed the text to confirm his suspicion.

“Have you ever kissed anyone?”

“I can show you what it’s like.”

“If you tell me to stop, I will.”

Holy kriffing Banthanuts!!! That’s IS me! I said that! Exactly that! And the Shiny... it's Nineteen?!

That’s … Kriff!

Did HE write that? About us? About me?

Until now, GG had thought he’d figured Nineteen out. More or less at least. But he never would’ve expected to find something like this. He put the data pad down and thought back to the times they had spend together.

They’re was that first night of course, when GG had wooed him and [redacted]

The second time had been after [redacted] and GG had been in a piss poor mood. He’d even snapped at [redacted] who hadn’t even done anything wrong. Later that evening, Nineteen had come up to GG and sheepishly admitted that he'd been waiting to see him again. After a little bit of fun in one of the ship’s storage rooms, they had talked for a while, and GG had decided that he wanted to spend more time with Nineteen.

After their combat drills the next day, GG had gone after him to continue their little tryst. Afterwards they had spend some time cuddling in GG’s bunk and Nineteen had fallen asleep in his arms. He looked so adorable that none of GG’s squad mates had the heart to wake him up and kick him out. He still had to smile every time he thought about that.

The last time GG had been with Nineteen, things had been a bit different. [redacted] GG had been a mess, and Nineteen had just showed up out of the blue that night and taken care of him. He was still a bit embarrassed when he thought about it. Begging the kid to kriff you through the mattress while you’re sobbing about [redacted]? Not your proudest moment. He had planned to make it up to Nineteen ever since, but things had gotten busy and there hadn’t been time to sneak off alone. He was just glad, they’d at least had the chance to talk and clear the air. 

It was obvious that Nineteen wasn’t as hot-headed or brash as some of the other troopers. That and his wide-eyed curiosity were why GG liked him so much. Until now, he’d thought it was because Nineteen was still young and inexperienced. But there was obviously more to it. And there’s definitely more to him.

Maybe this could be an opportunity to find out exactly how to make it up to Nineteen and for GG to show him that he wouldn’t hesitate to give him whatever he needed.

GG picked up his data pad to read the story again. And this time he paid more attention to everything Nineteen was telling him.

You look forward to finding out what real food tastes like.

You’re a little embarrassed to admit that you really like the attention you’re getting and you’re also curious about what will happen next.

You wish you could’ve played it cool, but you really can’t help feeling a little overwhelmed by his interest in you.

He’s less careful now, and that makes it even more amazing than before.

You don’t want him to be disappointed, you want him to be pleased with you. And you also want him to say it.

The way he looks at you doesn’t make it any easier to form words. You see patience and fondness. Like a benevolent  ARF trooper looking at a Massiff puppy that still has so much to learn. You would never admit this to anyone, maybe not even to yourself, but you really want to be a Good Boy for him. Your face gets even hotter at the thought of that.

For a second, the image of you kneeling before him pops into your head, the image of him looking down to you, combing his fingers through your hair, and afterwards calling you a Good Boy for doing so well. You feel yourself harden at the thought of it alone.

“Oh Kark,” GG hissed as he tossed the pad aside and palmed his hard cock through his blacks.

He took a deep breath and looked at his chrono again. Less than an hour until Nineteen was scheduled to be back. You can hold out for an hour… right? Come on, it’ll be so much better if you do.

GG took yet another long, deep breath and picked up his data pad again. He read through Nineteen’s story a few more times while forming a plan on how to surprise him and give him everything he would be to embarrassed to ever ask for.

[aces-to-apples]

cody/rex for the ship ask?

Hmm, much like blorbo-in-laws this is more of a ship-in-law, but for me personally

Don’t Ship It

1. Why don’t you ship it?

Cloneships just aren't an active interest of mine? Like I like them and I support them, but by themselves they just generally don't make my brain go brrrrr! Love Cody, love Rex, hope they have fun together but they don't make me wanna poke 'em with a stick, you know?

2. What would have made you like it?

My thing with cloneships in general is that there isn't really much for me to sink my teeth into? So much of them tends to hit the same beats as the "childhood friends-to-lovers" trope, even for the ones—like Codex, I'm pretty sure—that didn't or probably didn't know each other growing up, and that's just never really done it for me? Idk idk I can't really explain because I like the fic and art and meta, but I'm not really interested in creating stuff for them myself, which is what active shipping is for me: creating or at least wanting to create.

3. Despite not shipping it, do you have anything positive to say about it?

Great ship, great couple of lads, lots of fun to be had there, and y'all know I'll die on the clonecest hill just for fun lmao