#polybatch

[letshareapapou]

Tech wanted to try stuff with Crosshair while Hunter and Wrecker watch and now he's nervous

[aynavaano]

The Cuddle pile

The Bad Batch x f!reader

Rating: Explicit

Wordcount: 2.5k

Summary:

You and your boys are on shore leave and you spend it like you always do, at your home, a tiny flat on Coruscant. You all lounge on the sofa watching a holomovie with varying states of interest. The last missions have been especially rough and when you finally get to relax you start feeling a bit unwell. Your boys notice and take good care of you.

Notes:

This is a quick completely self-indulgent comfort fic I mainly wrote for myself but sharing is caring so I hope some of you enjoy it too. Reader is in an established relationship with all four of the original Batch members (sorry Echo stans) This is mostly comforting fluff that I wrote on an evening when I was feeling down but there is a hint of smut delivered by Crosshair (oral f receiving) and a bit of grabby hands from the rest. This is maybe not my best work but the target audience was met (me, I was the target audience) also no beta on this one, we die like our hope for Techs return. NO CLONECEST

The holomovie flickers on the screen, casting shifting shadows across the dimly lit living room of your tiny apartment when a sense of fatigue begins to settle over you. The last few missions have taken their toll, leaving you drained, both physically and mentally. You shift uncomfortably on the sofa, trying to ignore the growing unease in your stomach.

Hunter is the first to notice your discomfort. He glances over at you, concern etched in his features.

"You alright cyar’ika ?" he asks, his voice tinged with worry.

You muster a weak smile and shrug, not wanting to alarm the others.

"Just feeling a bit off, that's all," you reply, hoping it is nothing serious.

Tech, turns his attention away from his datapad, looking up at you and Hunter, who pulled you onto his chest, where you nestled your head against him.

"What's happening?" he inquires, having heard only half of the conversation, his brows furrowed in confusion.

Hunter's gaze remains fixed on you as he explains.

"She’s not feeling well."

Tech's eyes widened in understanding before he turns to you.

"Would you like some tea? Maybe a hot water bottle?" he offers, already getting up to fetch the supplies.

Grateful for the offer, you nod eagerly.

"That sounds perfect, thanks, Tech," you say, your voice barely above a whisper.

Wrecker, always happy to carry you around, pipes up from his spot on the sofa.

"You wanna go lie down mesh’la? Want me to put you to bed? Or a hot bath?" he suggests, his concern evident in his voice.

You nod again, feeling touched by their care and concern.

"Yeah, bed sounds great," you murmur and wiggle yourself out of Hunters embrace.

With a gentleness that only you experience with him, Wrecker scoops you up in his arms, effortlessly carrying you to your bedroom. The familiar comfort of the bed envelopes you as Wrecker lays you down gently, tucking the blankets around you with love and care.

It is a huge soft bed fitting all five of you, that you acquired after your relationship with the squad had evolved into something more serious and you all began to spend your shore leave together in your home.

Nestling around in the bed, you feel the weariness creeping in, your muscles aching with every movement. Summoning the last of your energy, you turn to him and murmur.

"Wrecker, could you grab the weighted blanket for me? I think it should be in the reading nook."

Wrecker smiles softly.

"Sure thing," he replies before bounding out into the living room in search of the coveted blanket.

Moments later, Tech enters the room, a steaming cup of your favorite tea in one hand and a hot water bottle in the other. He sets them down on the bedside table before turning to you, concern etched in his features.

"Need anything else?" he asks, his voice soft.

You hesitated for a moment before mustering up the courage to ask.

"Would you mind staying with me?" Your voice is barely above a whisper, filled with vulnerability.

Tech's response is immediate. With a small smile, he nods.

"Of course, I'm happy to, if that makes you feel better," he says, his eyes warm with affection.

Quickly, Tech strips off his shirt, knowing you like to feel the warmth of his skin against yours and settles into the bed behind you, letting you rest against his chest.

Just then, Crosshair pops into the room, a mischievous grin playing on his lips.

"Heard you wanted a weighted blanket," he quips, his eyes dancing with amusement as he walks over towards you discarding the toothpick from his lips.

Before you can respond, Crosshair sheds his shirt just like Tech did and joins you on the bed, settling beside you with a playful smirk. With exaggerated movements, he drapes himself over you, mimicking the sensation of a weighted blanket.

You can’t help but laugh at his antics, feeling the tension melting away with each chuckle.

"Yeah, much better," you reply, a genuine smile gracing your lips as you snuggle deeper into the warmth of your makeshift blanket called Crosshair, stealing a kiss while you’re at it.

When Wrecker returns with the weighted blanket in hand, carrying it as it weighs nothing while you always struggle to pick it up, his eyes widen in excitement at the sight of the cozy cuddle pile forming on the bed.

"Didn’t know that was the plan! I wanna join too!" he declares with childlike enthusiasm, his grin stretching from ear to ear.

You chuckle warmly, patting the space beside you to indicate where he should settle. "Come on, big guy, plenty of room for you," you encourage, your voice filled with affection.

With a gleeful whoop, Wrecker wastes no time shedding his shirt and sweatpants, leaving him clad only in his boxers. Before jumping into the bed he calls out to Hunter, who is still in the living room, his voice echoing through the small flat.

"Hey Hunt, get over here unless you wanna be left out!"

You hear the holomovie going silent and moments later Hunter enters the room, drawn by Wrecker's summons, where he is greeted by the heartwarming sight of you all intertwined in a mass of limbs and cuddles. You are nestled in the middle, with Tech on one side and Crosshair on the other, their arms wrapped around you protectively.

A soft smile tugs at Hunter's lips as he quickly strips down to his boxers and approaches the bed, his heart swelling with affection for your connection.

Climbing onto the bed, he moves with a gentle grace, his movements speaking volumes of the love he holds for you. When he reaches your side, he leans in, pressing a tender kiss to your lips, his touch conveying a depth of emotion beyond words.

Settling between your thighs, Hunter envelops you in his embrace, his hand reaching up to you, finding its way under your shirt and softly caressing your belly.

"I'm sorry I ruined the evening," you murmur, feeling a pang of guilt for disrupting the movie night.

Tech shakes his head.

"I didn't want to watch that movie anyway," he quips, offering you a reassuring smile.

Hunter's response is filled with warmth as he squeezes your hand gently.

"Spending the evening cuddled up with you in bed isn't exactly my definition of ruined," he says, his voice soft and sincere.

You can’t help but giggle at their reassurances, feeling a weight lift off your shoulders.

"You always take such good care of me, I already feel a bit better," you admit, grateful for their understanding and support.

“Just like you always take care of us mesh’la” Wrecker adds, placing a soft kiss on your forehead.

“I’d know a way to make you feel even better”

Crosshair's smirk catches your attention, and you raise an eyebrow in curiosity at his suggestive comment, knowing all too well what he is up to, it’s Crosshair after all, but you decide to play along.

"Oh really?," you chuckle, catching his mischievous smirk.

"And what way might that be to make me feel even better?"

His smirk widens into a grin as he leans in closer.

"Well, let's just say I have a few ideas in mind," he teases, his tone suggestive yet playful before kissing you softly.

"Alright, Cross, surprise me," you say kissing him back, this time allowing his tongue to explore your mouth.

“Move over Hunter and let me put that position to good use, seems like you won’t”

Crosshair's playful command draws a collective chuckle from the group as Hunter obediently shifts from between your thighs, making room for Crosshair to take his place. With a mischievous glint in his eye, he settles in, his eyes not leaving yours.

He begins kissing your thighs softly and when he looks up at you, seeking confirmation, you meet his gaze with a mixture of anticipation and excitement. With a subtle nod, you silently give him permission to proceed, your heart racing.

With practiced ease, Crosshair slides your panties off, his touch feather-light yet electrifying against your skin.

“Would you mind helping her Hunter?” he hisses towards his brother.

Hunter, who’s been busy kissing and nibbling on your neck, moves to assist you, gently helping you out of your shirt with a tender caress, lovingly fondling your bare breasts as soon as they are free, his touch a soothing balm against the lingering ache of fatigue.

Crosshair's touch is different today, not intense and demanding, but gentle and tender as he begins to kiss his way down your belly. Positioned between your parted legs, his eyes burn with an intensity that betrays his soft touch, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin of your inner thighs with feather-light kisses.

When he finally reaches your pussy and begins to kiss along your slick folds, his tongue licking long strokes from your entrance up to your clit, a low moan escapes your lips, the sensation sending shivers of pleasure racing down your spine.

Each languid stroke, each delicate flick of his tongue, is met with a chorus of sighs and gasps as he teases you, his movements slow and deliberate, worshiping you in a way so different to how he normally does with you.

When he feels you are wet and relaxed enough, he parts your swollen lips with a gentle push of his fingers, his touch igniting a wildfire of sensation that consumes your senses.

He slowly slides two fingers inside you and begins thrusting in and out, drawing lewd sounds from your lips.

“Thats it cyar’ika, let go, let me take care of you”

The way he stretches your walls and the vibration of his voice against your core makes you arch off the mattress, pushing yourself further onto his fingers. He intuitively responds, deepening his thrusts and curling his fingers up, seeking out your most sensitive spot.

Meanwhile, Hunter's lips find yours in a sloppy kiss, his touch tender yet hungry, as he explores the depths of your mouth with his tongue, muffling the moans and gasps Crosshair draws from you. His hands roam your body with a fervent hunger, tracing lazy circles across your skin, worshipping your body with every caress.

Beside you, Wrecker and Tech lavish attention on your breasts, their touch gentle yet firm as they take care of you.

Wrecker's fingers tease and torment your nipples, his touch sending jolts of electricity racing through your body, while Tech's skilled hands explore the contours of your breasts with a tender precision that leaves you trembling with need.

With the attention of all four of them and Crosshairs touch growing more urgent, his movements more insistent, you feel yourself teetering on the edge of oblivion, your body writhing with a desperate need for release.

“I’m …m…close,” you whimper between Hunters kisses.

You hear a few grunts and gasps around you as they watch you squirming under Crosshairs touch, eyes closed, back arched and your face blissfully flushed in the perfect shade of pink.

“Be a good girl and come for me”

Then he closes his lips around your throbbing clit, his tongue swirling around your sensitive bud with just the right amount of pressure and you feel yourself teetering on the edge, your body writhing with a desperate need for release. Each flick of his tongue, each gentle suckle of his lips, brings you closer, your breath coming in ragged gasps as you surrendered yourself completely.

With a final thrust of his fingers up towards that extra sweet spot, he pushes you over the edge, the tension snaps, your mind goes blissfully blank and you reach out grabbing a fistful of his hair, desperate for something to hold on to, while you ride out your high on his fingers.

His name falls from your lips like a prayer as you surrender yourself to the blissful oblivion of the orgasm he’s given you. He carefully draws his fingers from your core planting a few soft kisses on your thighs to let you enjoy the last waves of your climax without overstimulating you.

When you slowly come down from your high, still panting against Hunters chest, Crosshair rises from his position between your legs, his face glistening with the remnants of your juices. He tenderly wipes away the traces of your arousal with the back of his hand before leaning in to press a soft kiss against your lips. His touch is gentle, his lips conveying a depth of emotion that he can hardly express with words.

“You feel better, riduur?” he whispers in your ear so quiet the others can’t hear it, he thinks, but Hunter hears everything, not that he needed to hear it, he knows how his little brother feels, how madly in love he is with you.

“Much better” you hum, kissing him.

You catch sight of his arousal straining against his sweatpants, and you reach out to palm him through the fabric. But he stops you with a gentle hand, a soft smile gracing his lips as he shakes his head.

"This was just for you," he murmurs, his voice a tender whisper against your skin.

"I wanted to make you feel better, and that's enough for me tonight."

His words wash over you like a soothing balm, filling you with a warmth that transcends the physical. As Crosshair leans in to press a tender kiss against your lips, his gaze softens with affection and love.

"But I'll gladly take you up on that offer when you’re better and you've rested," he whispers, his voice a gentle murmur against your skin.

You nod in understanding, a silent acknowledgment of the depth of his care and devotion.

Tech shifts over to make room for Crosshair beside you, and as the five of you settle into the comforting embrace of each other, a sense of peace washes over you like a gentle tide. In the quiet stillness of your home, surrounded by the warmth and love of your boys, you feel yourself drifting off to sleep, lulled by the rhythmic rise and fall of their breathing and Crosshairs soothing heartbeat against your cheek.

Only Tech remains awake for a while longer, his fingers tapping away on his datapad with a quiet diligence. But soon, even he succumbs to the pull of slumber, slipping off his goggles and nestling into the warmth and comfort of the cuddle pile.

cyar’ika - darling/beloved

mesh’la - beautiful

riduur - wife

[eatommo]

Hotshot [c.f.99]

CW: Poly!batchxreader, group sex, exhibitionism, oral sex (m&f recieving), double penetration, multiple orgasms, unprotected sex, vaginal and anal creampie, multiple partners, cumshots, anal sex, ass eating, spanking, praise, authority kink, cucking? kinda?, implied recording of sex, mention of weapons, mentions of aftercare, overstimulation, post season 7 pre omega, dom/sub dynamics, allusions to subspace, slight degradation, shower sex, mutual pining lots of kissing, no clonecest, liberties for hunter's tattoo, reader has hair long enough to pull, reader gets picked up and carried, i probably missed something let me know!

A/N: 5.6k of pure smut, absolutely no plot here. All mistakes are mine, repost and let me know what/if you like <3

As you climb the steps to the Marauder, something about this mission feels different.  It's been months since you've been away from the boys, and almost as long since you cared.  

Since running away from the clutches of the empire and charming your way aboard the ship you've become an asset to the team even in just your companionship, but it was also nice to have someone around who wasn't a clone.  It made it that much easier to do recon, and also that much easier to infiltrate a group because your face wasn't spread across every corner of the Empire. 

However, the longer you stayed with them, the more you valued what made them different.  You learned who to go to for help with blaster trouble, and even learned to overlook Crosshair’s slights during your target practice.  You’ve also learned that Hunter was sensitive to flowers and strong scents and that he had the best-smelling soap aboard the ship (and never seemed to mind when you used it). Tech, on the other hand, was always great at making you feel included, but was always, always going to double-check anything you did to the ship ‘just in case.’ Echo might've been one of the most interesting people to talk to, during his work with the 501st and the glory days of working alongside some of the most powerful Jedi in the galaxy he saw many planets and cultures that you had only dreamed about.   Wrecker, well, he was a big softy despite his talent for demolitions and overall penchant for violence, he was the first to volunteer to take you out and stretch your legs in a nearby city and to help you bring home rations (and a sweet treat or two) for the rest of the crew, and has even carried you home from cantina trips a time or two. 

They were closer than any other troop you'd seen, all depending and working so tightly and neatly together you'd think that adding you to the mix would complicate things but all you seemed to do was fit in like sand in the desert.   You fell into a routine, they'd leave you at the ship during more dangerous jobs, typically with Echo or Tech at your side to assist with any repairs as you kept the inside of the ship in order, and kept a close eye on any equipment and prepping rations and meals as they became available. 

After a stop on Batuu, in which you fought every urge to procure a Loth cat, instead letting Crosshair buy you a long thin vibroblade to appease you.  “I haven't given up by the way.” You shout over your shoulder, as you settle into your seat before the others.  

“I've thought so.” Tech, his voice more amused than anything.  “Let us not berate the woman so that she uses that thing on us, shall we? We are cleared for takeoff.” Wrecker chuckles at the idea of you brandishing the thin blade to any of them.  You could hold your own for sure, but you were no ARC trooper. 

You settle aboard, staying seated until you reach the upper atmosphere, locking your cloak away with your blade, settling back into the seat near the cockpit, and resting your head against the wall.   

“If you need rest, my bunk is open,”  Wrecker whispers his words and his voice contradicting each other.  He's gruff but his speech is soft like he's afraid to startle you, he's cleaning his blaster but leans forward to speak softly to you. “It's still the biggest bunk.” He smiles and with his helmet in his lap, you can see the intense scaring over the side of his head, and your fingers twitch at your side begging to caress it.

“I'm fine thank you.”  You beam at him surprised by the crack in your voice and not wanting to seem ungrateful for the gesture.  “I’m quite content out here.”  Wrecker blushes, as if embarrassed he even brought it up.  

You can hear the audible judgemental breath of Crosshair even from your position behind his back, as he examines his rifle, something amiss and there's a thick tension in the room you can't quite place.  Glancing around as they settle in for take-off, none of them seem to want to meet your eyes.  

“I didn't expect you all to get so shy, I thought maybe you were starting to warm up to me.”   You let your voice trail off, a hint of a tease that cuts into the thick tension in the air for a brief moment. Before Hunter sharply stands up and lets his feet carry him towards you.  

Last night’s mission for Rex was messier than any of you had expected and used up the last of your bacta supply.  Hence the trip to Batuu, and what you thought was a tense conversation about purpose or authority between the group.  You’d overheard something about keeping secrets when you’d greeted them at the ship’s ramp and the pinched nerve in Hunter’s jaw encouraged you to keep your mouth shut.  Since the tension between each of them has been as taught and dangerous as a tightrope.  As the long-haired clone approached you, you sat straighter, already apologizing for being difficult before he cut you off. 

Leaning down until he is practically whispering in your ear, "We are programmed to be professional first and foremost. And we are not always so shy."

Just sharing your space with him has your body reacting to him, vibrating in both fear and a sneaking feeling of arousal.  His breath is hot and you turn to look into his dark brown eyes, eyes you should be so familiar with. “I am not an officer, I do not bite, and there's no reason to be formal.” the sentence comes out as a squeak, and you try to hide embarrassment flashing through your cheeks. 

He smiles, his voice dips lower but is so soft you swear you can feel his words caress your skin, “Easy hotshot, we might like a woman who bites.”

Oh, oh wow. We.

In an instant, everything and all your feelings about them shift and change.  You spent the last few rotations convincing yourself it was normal to feel bubbly around them, they'd saved you, and they were providing for you.  This feeling, the unmistakable pull of longing and need in the pit of your belly, would complicate things.  

Hunter stands and departs the conversation with an ease you envy.  You take a deep breath and compose yourself just to look up and see the rest of the crew watching you, like a wounded animal, you catch just a glimmer of a blush in Echo’s face.  

Rex mentioned they were a tight-knit group he seemed shocked you fell in line with them, but hell you didn't expect this.  Each of them is in their thoughts as you glance around the ship.  Echo and Tech are busying themselves with the controls, but you can see Echo worrying his lip, and Tech turning his head to glance at you every few moments as if wondering what will happen first.  Or rather who?  

Crosshair stares at you, blankly like he's trying to read every line in your smile or every wrinkle in your clothes, your eyes click together and he smiles like a lothcat with a womprat in his teeth. “You're not intimidated by us?”  It's almost as if he's as shocked as the fact itself,   there's a cutting edge to the statement like you should be, and then a corner of his mouth turns up. “You like being here,” he tests the statement as if tasting the fact on his tongue, “with all of us.”

You smirk, doing your best to match the heat in his stare, “I am grateful. I've never felt so important or wanted,” you swallow thickly letting the heat in your body you know Hunter can sense, speak for itself,   “At least, not yet.” You shift in your seat glancing up at Hunter who is glaring hungrily at your chest as if he could hear your heart leap in your chest with every passing moment.  

 You glance up to the stars ahead of the ship, Tech looks like he's preparing the ship to jump to light speed.  The return mission, at its worst, should only take a few days and even less of that is travel, normally you're not one for long lightspeed trips but this time you wonder if it will be too short.

The way the crew looks at you makes your skin tingle, not sure if you’ve ever been paid this much attention before.  As the ship lurches into hyperspace, you let your head lull back to catch Hunter's attention, peering up towards his face as your chin hovers just a foot away from his codpiece.  

Doing your best to keep your breath even, a part of you wishes to stand and kiss him, but this time it’s your turn to feel shy.  You stand, brushing your chest across Hunter’s’ and waltzing over to lean against the control panel of the ship and the two quieter clones on this ship.

The moment Tech realizes you’re moving towards him his posture is stuck straight, but Echo only leans slightly towards you as you pass your hand over his shoulder.  Standing at the front of the ship has only allowed them all to stare at you, your heart skips a beat.  You see Hunter’s eye twitch, he is reading you like a book.

“Well,” you speak slowly and eloquently, playing into their curiosity, “How should we pass the time?”

“Come here.” the room's attention snaps to Crosshair, whose red-hot gaze is marring into your skin. Silence falls over the craft as Crosshair lifts a hand and gestures toward his empty waiting lap.   Slowly, Echo, Tech, and Wrecker turn again towards you but Hunter stays strong locked into some silent dialogue with his brother.  

You feel as if it is entirely dangerous to cross the space between the two. Yet your feet carry you without worry, and neither of them breaks until their vision is obstructed by your body. You turn facing the softened expression in Hunter’s eyes, and slowly lower yourself onto Crosshair's lap.  

Placing your hands on his knees to steady yourself, you lean back until your head is resting on his chest and his breath is hot against the shell of your ear. “Good girl.” 

His whispers send shivers down your spine and Hunter sinks to his knees in front of you, as Cross removes your shirt from over your head and the rest of the Batch descends upon you like wolves.  

As Hunter’s face presses against the softness of your hip, Tech's teeth graze your neck and Wrecker's hands smooth over your nipples, you're overwhelmed at their strength.  These are battle-hardened soldiers, Crosshair runs a calloused finger down your spine, and you're reminded how soft you are.  Your skin is plush and comforts all of Hunter’s senses as the boys proceed to lose themselves upon you, you're reminded of the comfort they provide for you, a safety net you never knew you craved and the appetite you never knew could become so hungry.  

Your canvas pants are ripped down the leg by Wrecker and Hunter’s combined efforts, the sound almost drowned out by a collection of panting wanton noises, and the scraps hit the floor out of sight.  

Hunter noses across the top of your panties, letting his breath fan over the sensitive skin of your pussy as you feel Cross shift his hips and push his hard cock into your ass.  All of them are in full armor, save for the helmets, yet you lie strewn out before them slick pooling in your panties as they take turns pulling pleasure from your body like they serve no higher purpose.  

It's Wrecker who pulls himself from his flight suit first, and you can't remember ever having such a physical reaction to something like this before.  You reach out on instinct, fingers not wrapping completely around his girth and teasing the pink tip until it begins to leak into your palm.  He towers over your head as whimpers and shudders wrack through his body as though he's never been touched.  

You catch a glimpse of Echo, standing slightly off to the side, watching with his pupils fully dilated as he follows the path of Hunter’s mouth on your skin his face flush with crimson.  Tilting your head back you turn towards Crosshair and give him a deep kiss, letting him lick into your mouth feverishly. Hunter’s fingers trace over your seam delicately over the thin fabric of your panties as they grow transparent with your desire.  

Wrecker’s cock is thick and heavy in your hand, and you clench wantingly around nothing, his hips brush into your hand with a tenderness you long to experience. Crosshair snakes a hand up your chest and cradles the thin skin over your throat, chasing Tech’s glancing kisses away,  but taking the opportunity to encourage you to grind your hips against his cock.  

In a few mere movements, the men surrounding you have altered your state of mind and each passing touch coaxes you further into submission.  Tech shifts and lets his breath ghost over your nipples, you turn your head and catch Hunter in a deep kiss noting how different he tastes and feels against you. You let your thumb swipe over the leaking tip of Wrecker's cock, and fight the urge to stuff your fingers in your mouth to taste.  

Hunter breaks the kiss and steps away, letting Echo take his place between your legs but not before using his dagger to cut the hip of your undergarments and stuffing them into one of his pant pockets.  

You blush at the obscenity of it all, but it quickly soothed away but the cool metal of Echo’s headpiece brushing over your thighs. Wordlessly Crosshair adjusts the seat so your pussy is presented to Echo, leaning more onto your back and looking up at the boys devouring your form. 

His mouth is hot, licking softly over your clit as you relax with Crosshair stroking the pulse point in your neck.  You’re slick with arousal and he doesn’t hesitate to lick it up teasing your entrance with the tip of his tongue. 

You writhe, letting yourself melt against him, fighting to stay concentrated enough to play with Wrecker’s balls tugging and rolling them beneath your fingers.  Eager to pleasure every one of them.  

Echo’s glove ghosts over your sex, teasing your entrance with a digit, the leather smoothly gliding over your skin. Hunter and Tech each take to stroking down your thighs and holding them in place, “Easy, meshla, we will take good care of you.” 

Your mind is swimming, when did this start? Tech steps a hair closer to your face, tilting your jaw up with his free hand, and slips a finger past your lips. You suck lightly, sure to match the pace at which you’re stroking Wrecker.  You get a praising hum, and Tech surprisingly is the second to drop his pants and pull himself free. Stroking himself to the rhythm of you teasing him with a curl of your tongue.    

It's the tangled moan of you around Tech’s fingers that breaks Crosshair, his pants unbearably tight and each little movement of your hips making him clench his jaw to stave the noises that die in his throat.  He lifts you to your feet, and removes his pants, letting himself spring free.  You have to admit you expected the armor to be harder to take off. 

You stand on unsteady feet, in an attempt to turn your head towards Crosshair, Hunter captures your chin in two fingers locking your eyes together.  “Echo.” A chuckle reverberates between them, all seemingly on board with whatever plan this could be. Echo slides flat onto his back looking up at you and the rest of the boys.  The realization is enough to make you shiver. Your pussy clenches, still empty, but a dripping mess sticks your thighs together.  Hunter’s eyes are burning through your resolve, there’s an intensity you’d come to respect that now sends a spike of fear through you.  “Sit.”

You go to protest but are quickly shut down and you look around at the men surrounding you eagerly but patiently waiting for you to follow his instructions.  Swallowing thickly over the lump in your throat, you sink to your knees and hover a few inches from Echo’s waiting mouth.  From your knees they tower above you, all but Hunter free from their confines.  You get a good look at the three cocks, all weeping and swollen pink across their tip, beautifully complimenting the darker-tanned skin of their shaft.  

Each of them was different, which only slightly surprises you, Wrecker being the thickest, but both Tech and Crosshair meet him in length.  You can feel each breath from Echo’s mouth, knowing you're probably close to dripping across his chin. You lower slowly, afraid to hurt him, until he licks the seam of your entrance savoring the hot flesh and you seek his tongue sitting on his face in earnest.  His mouth brings welcome waves of pleasure as he suckles on your clit.  

They pump themselves slowly, enjoying the view of your tits bouncing with each shiver.   You start to move your hips in small circles while reaching to palm over Crosshair’s balls and stroking up over his shaft squeezing a bead of precome from the tip.  You open your mouth and glance between them, expecting to see some kind of hierarchy emerge but they take a half step toward you together.  

You opt for taking Tech into your mouth, but only because he's in the middle, letting yourself drool around him as you suck on the thick knot of his cock head, before turning and spitting the excess saliva onto Crosshair’s cock coating it with slick to make your fist glide against him nice and quickly. Tightening around the base and working more of those beautiful precum drips from his leaking tip.  

You snap back to Tech’s cock, tasting the sweat of his skin, and the desire for your body grows with each passing second as he throbs needfully in your mouth.  

Echo is teasing your clit with calculated movements of his tongue, licking around it in sharp purposeful circles, and sucking on it every few passes.  Enough to make your brain fuzz up each time his lips seal around you as Tech nudges the back of your throat to earn a gag.  

You pull off him again, this time gathering the drool in your mouth to cover as much of Wrecker's cock as you physically can.  His cock is so heavy it sways low on his hips thick and so hard your body is already aching for the sting that will accompany the stretch.  You use the thick spit to pump him slower, allowing yourself a moment to admire what has to be the largest you'll ever get the chance to worship. 

The slick sounds are broken with an “Atta girl.”  in the shape of a deep growl from Wrecker’s chest.  He reaches and gathers some drool from your chin and brushes it over your lip and you open instinctively, just as Echo uses his tongue to prod at your entrance.  His praise is as wholesome as his affection for you.

Hunter has taken a seat across from the rest of you, watching as if analyzing each movement of your legs as they quiver from the ravenous pleasure and your throat tightens around the length of Crosshair's shaft.  His thin fingers find purchase at the back of your neck, urging you to sputter around him and the sick squelch just barely audible beneath your moans. 

Echo swiftly plunges two fingers into your pussy, crooking them and stroking deliciously at your g-spot and forcing you to pull yourself away from Crosshair to let your head drop as you fight for composure.  “Let yourself enjoy it little one.  It won’t be your last.” Cross takes the tip of his cock and taps the tip to your tongue.  

You swear, body humming and teetering on the edge before losing yourself to one hellishly explosive orgasm.  It shocks you, body shaking and toes curling against the cool floor as your body burns in the aftershocks Echo works you through it with some tentative kisses to your entrance, and he encourages you to sit up so he can slide out from under you. 

So much of the room is spinning you don’t notice Tech sitting in front of you until you’re kissing him.  His tongue finds yours in a syrupy sweet and methodical kiss as you fight to catch your breath.  Wrecker moves behind you, running his rough hands down your back and palming the flesh of your ass, striking it with a loud slap.  

Tech swallows your gasp, pinching your nipples and pulling them as Wrecker bends you at the waist until you’re scrambling to your hands and knees sucking Tech into your mouth with a compliant and satisfied hum.  

Hunter speaks up, “Turn around.” The trance is broken for the briefest of seconds, and you don't have time to think before they’re turning you so you’re faced with Wrecker’s huge cock and Tech teases your entrance with the tip of his cock.  The passive command that Hunter has over all of you gives you goosebumps, his authority even stronger than the ache they share for you. 

You sink to your elbows, propping your ass up on display and practically begging for Tech to fuck you, pushing back onto the head of his cock, all while blinking away tears as Wrecker’s size makes your jaw ache.  The larger man splays his hand across the back of your head, inciting your thick moans as you work as much of him as you can fit. 

Tech’s hips pitch forward and he’s splitting you open in one fluid deep thrust until your ass is nestled against his hips and he grunts at the eager squeeze of your sex around him. You work your hips in sync with your head the drag of his cock along your walls is unlike anything you’ve ever felt.  He shifts from both knees to one, allowing a deeper thrust to kiss your cervix with a hiss of pain-laced pleasure.  He sets a pace, hips meeting yours in synchronous harmony, and the three of you get lost in each other's pleasure.  

You’re briefly aware of Crosshair stroking himself above you and Hunter is still watching with bated breath as you service his brothers, wondering if you’ll let each of them have a turn or if they’ll need to give you a break.  

Tech snakes a hand around to press a firm thumb against your clit, and a rush of fluid hits the floor of the cargo space that permeates his senses. The sickly sweet smell of your release coats his tongue and he chokes the head of his cock through his clothes to stop him from cumming before he even gets to touch you.  

Your vision is white, and you’re vaguely aware of the spend running down your thighs.  When Tech pulls himself free with a grunt you feel the hot ropes of his cum on your back you whine, feeling ashamed that you long for him to finish inside of you.  You clench around nothing and sit up to look at Wrecker who brushes a hair out of your face.  You kiss him, softly at first, unsure of his comfort with the taste of his precome in your mouth, but he growls and lifts you by your waist, licking into your mouth as he helps you hover over his cock.  

You take advantage of the break, wrapping your arms around his neck and taking the weight off your knees in favor of straddling him. Even in his lap, you’re looking up at him.  Letting gravity do some of the work, you adjust to let him prod at your entrance and sink slowly onto him, the slick warmth of your pussy a welcome substitute for your pretty mouth. 

His chest rumbles beneath yours, groaning as your pussy flutters around him.  You kiss him through a grimace, “Take your time.” He whispers against your mouth, low enough you’re not sure the others hear him.  Heart swelling at the compassion, you let him slowly rock his hips against you, easing his way into your heat and keeping his hands splayed across your hips to support you.  

It’s a slow process, each inch accompanied by breathless and muffled moans followed by kisses and words of endearment.  “You can take it mesh’la.” You’re nearly there, body so in tune with his every word you nearly forgot your showmanship. 

Crosshair is to your right, one hand gripping the base of his cock as precome dribbles and hangs just out of reach from your eager tongue, muttering something in a language you don’t understand. 

You swear you can feel the throb of Wrecker inside of you, and he presses his mouth to your forehead as he pistons his hips slowly angling your body in a way so that he’s moving you along his shaft effortlessly. 

Breathless and spent, you let him.  Being filled by him is almost overwhelming, each push and pull feeling like he's going to split you in half.   He mumbles and groans into your hairline, speaking nonsense in between bitten-off praise.  When his fingers find your clit you all but cry, shaking your head in protest, “Please- I can't.” 

It's Hunter that answers your cries, “You can.” His voice hoarse with need and restraint, “Be a good girl.” Your brow furrows, in concentration, tossing your head back in near agony at the overstimulation. 

Wrecker leans forward and presses his mouth to the column of your throat sucking on the thin skin and leaving a pink welt in his wake.  You feel as if you could explode, not able to hear the sounds of your screams as you shudder and writhe under his touch, against his skin and your body falls slack with the overwhelming pleasure. 

He lifts his face and you catch a pleased smile, like a loth-wolf with its prey in its teeth.  As he throbs and fucks his spend deep into your core.  They all see the muted smile tug at the corner of your mouth as Wrecker cums inside you.  

He holds you for a moment, kissing over the reddish blemish on your throat and waiting for you to make eye contact with him before slipping free with a tangled whimper from both of you.  

Wrecker wraps your legs around him and stands on sturdy legs, you cling to him, resting your cheek on his shoulder hyperaware of the wetness between your thighs. He sets you on Hunter's lap, in your euphoria, he’s lost his pants and sits still in a pair of soft cotton underwear, stark black against his tanned abdomen.  It’s now that you notice his tattoo, so familiar with the portion on his face you never notice how the tattoo bleeds across the entire left side of his body.  

The lines are both clean and elegant, highlighting the rich flawless tone of his figure.  Gorgeously broad shoulders with rippling cords of muscles supporting your cheek as you rest your head lazily and admire him.  Placing a lingering and exhausted kiss to the stretch of skin between his shoulder and neck and relishing the warmth of him against your sweat-soaked skin, in the extra cold air of a ship in hyperspace.  

He runs his fingers through your hair, scratching lightly and working every line of tension out of you over a few minutes.  You distantly hear the sound of the fresher’s shower being turned on.  Crosshair is gone, and you fear a pang of regret and pity. 

 Your breath is coming easier by the time, Hunter carries you towards the sound of the water.  Crosshair meets you both under the water’s spray refreshing your senses and soothing the ache of your muscles. You get settled on your feet between them, legs feeling like they’re made of sand, Hunter’s body is pressed tightly to your back, anchoring and steadying you as you greet Crosshair with an inviting kiss. 

He welcomes your touch, all but overtaking your space completely as you get pressed between the two of them and lost to the feeling of their bodies against yours, Hunter nestled into the small of your back and Crosshair’s cock leaking and purple with need against your belly.

The steam only adds to the dreamlike quality of it all, tendrils wafting off the ground and highlighting the sight of your ass pressed against him.  Hunter doesn’t want to hurt you, but each passing second without fucking you is making him lose his sanity.  As if he might just sink into the floor with the weight of his need crushing him entirely.  

He nibbles at your earlobe, earning a low whine from your chest.  You tilt your head in invitation for his affection, kissing up the column of your neck and tasting the water on your skin tangled with the smell of his brothers.  He makes eye contact with Crosshair, and they communicate silently as they spin you around and switch roles.  

Hunter licking into your mouth and letting his hand run down to your hip and pull you to him.  Expecting the press of Crosshair to your back, you’re startled when you feel the graze of his teeth on your ass.  His palms run over the smooth skin, kneading the flesh and watching it move in response to his touch.  

Crosshair splays a hand on the small of your back, urging you to lean forward.  You glance over your shoulder as he spreads you open and licks a stripe across your asshole. The feeling sends a shiver down your spine, you hear a chuckle as he presses the pad of his thumb into you and watches you with a hungry stare. 

Hunter distracts you, kissing you slowly and running his hands soothingly down your back as Crosshair preps you to take him until he’s working two fingers in and out of you and sucking a bruise into your hip to match the one adorning your throat.  

You nibble on Hunter’s lip, and bury your hands into his hair, tugging at the root living for the whimpers you get out of him.  Crosshair kisses his way up your spine, standing straight, and this time you see them.  There’s a small nod of agreement and both of them turn their full attention to you, “You gonna let us fuck you cyar’ika?”

 Without hesitation, you nod.  You’re not able to explain, how you were able to wrap your arms around Hunter as he hoisted you up his waist and you sank down onto his length.  Maybe it was adrenaline, maybe it was the way he demanded your submission through the tone of his voice.  No, you thought, it was the way he sounded like he was begging you, he commanded your attention but the way he used his authority had you believing that you, and what he asked of you, was the most important thing in the galaxy.  You wanted nothing more than to give him everything he asked for and more. 

They give you a moment, Hunter biting his lip as your cunt squeezes him like you haven’t already come three times already.  You throw an arm around Crosshair’s neck opening your legs just enough for him to slot himself against you and slowly push into you with the cant of his hips.  

He goes incredibly slow, sawing his hips back and forth and relishing in the feeling of Hunter’s cock also nestled deep inside you making you impossibly tighter and the friction of your walls against him.  

It feels like too much, pain and pleasure mixing in an enchanting cocktail of stimulation, yet still the familiar tug of an orgasm stirs in your belly.  You suppress a sob at the idea of coming for a fourth time around the both of them.  They hush you, nuzzling against you and pressing righteous and thankful kisses to your skin, “Look at you, pretty girl.” Crosshair’s voice is so low and drawn out that it takes every last shred of your concentration to hear what he’s saying, “You look so good taking everything we give you.” 

The inflection acts like a highlight reel, your body remembering along with your brain the feeling of being the center of attention during your first orgasm.  The complexity of your second. The white-hot stretch of Wrecker using and worshipping your body filling you to the brim during the aftershocks of your third.  Hunter whispers against the shell of your ear, “Good girl.” Reading the signs of your body and feeling the crest of your orgasm build around him, and pulling you over the edge with his praise. 

He presses his forehead to yours as he follows close behind, senses overwhelmed and fighting the bend to his knees as they buckle with the intensity of his climax.

Crosshair pumps into you from behind, lifting one of your legs slightly and changing the angle so he can thrust deeper grinding into you, and urging you to lean more heavily on him to keep the three of you from collapsing as he stills and spills into you. 

The three of you pant in silence, ragged breath lost in the noise of the water hitting the metal floor of the fresher, you wordlessly separate.  The endorphins running through your bloodstream turn your muscles' pain into a blissful ache you never want to forget. 

[sergeantgoggles]

Lemon Yellow - poly batch <3

Whew. Anon, you really know how to pick 'em.

3800+ words later....

Tags/TW: Polybatch, Emotionally Intelligent Wrecker, Poly Negotiations, Pre-Order 66, Body Dysmorphia, Slightly Graphic Depictions of Cybernetics and Skin, Depression, Trauma, Nightmares, Echo Crying, Mentions of Former Poly Torrent Company (Rex/Fives/Echo/Jesse/Kix/Hardcase/Tup/Dogma), Grief/Loss, Neurodivergent Tech, Implied Neurodivergent Hunter, Happy Ending on Pabu, 10 Years later, Gay Old Men, Canon Compliant Hand Loss for Crosshair, Tech was CX-2, Batcher and Teenage Omega

Lemon Yellow: How does the first kiss go? (+2 Bonus kisses)

“I saw you and Hunter the other night,” Echo mentioned casually as he handed Tech a spanner wrench. He watched as Tech give him a quick, unconcerned look and went about his business.

“We are in an established relationship,” he replied matter-of-factly, as though it should have been common knowledge that Echo could have simply looked up on the comm chatter.

Echo was new to Clone Force 99. It wasn’t his place to judge them for anything, and it wasn’t like he hadn’t also been in a relationship with another clone or experimented with one before. Still, he chose his next words carefully, afraid that he might know too much now.

“…I also saw him with Crosshair this morning.”

That did give Tech pause, and he sighed with a bit of exasperation. “Look, Echo, I do not know how to tell you this gently, so I will simply be upfront with you. The truth is that the four of us, Hunter, Crosshair, Wrecker, and myself, are in a polyamorous relationship.”

Echo let the words sink in. He knew what they meant, and he knew sort of how it worked. Torrent Company worked similarly. There were obvious pairs, like himself and Fives, and Jesse and Kix, but they were sort of just, all together, the eight of them. So, the four members of the Bad Batch being in such a relationship wasn’t something that Echo was necessarily new to, but…

“You seem perplexed by this,” Tech teased lightly as he set the spanner wrench aside for now. “Perhaps if I explain—”

“No, no, that’s not it. I know what it is,” Echo defended. “I guess I just didn’t think that that sort of relationship was a clone thing.”

“As opposed to what?” Tech inquired with interest.

If nothing else, Tech was at least treating it delicately, if not forwardly. Echo appreciated that he didn’t try to sugarcoat it for him. He knew it was a little…weird…to explain to some people. Even some people in the GAR had a hard time wrapping their heads around it, so it was always more simple to tell people he was with Fives, instead of having six other boyfriends.

“My old squad…”

“The five hundred and first?”

“Yeah, Torrent Company specifically, we were…you know.”

Tech seemed to brighten at that, but why, Echo could only speculate. Maybe he was just happy that he didn’t have to keep sneaking around anymore, but to be honest, it sort of made Echo feel left out. For now, he swept the idea under the rug.

“I see. Do you miss that sort of dynamic?”

Echo pretended to think about it, but the reality was yeah, he really did. He hardly gave his remaining squad a chance to make him feel welcomed back, afraid of what they would think of him, maybe. Even he didn’t know some days, but he knew that this was where he needed to be, at least for now.

“Yeah, I’d be lying if I said I didn’t miss flopping onto a rack after hitting the showers and there would just be someone there to keep me company,” Echo sighed.

Tech had a curious look in his eyes as he adjusted his goggles. It was obvious that he was thinking hard about something from the way he nibbled on the pout of his bottom lip, and Echo couldn’t help the intrusive thought.

‘He’s so cute.’

With barely even a second to process the thought, Echo’s eyes flew open wide as Tech’s lips connected with his. Immediately, his cheeks darkened, but he settled quickly into the kiss. Tech’s lips were softer than he’d imagined they would be, not that he made a habit of imagining his lips, but sometimes…

Echo hadn’t expected it to go much further, but Tech’s fingers brushed his cheek, fleeting and soft, gloved hand coated in a sheen of grease from the Marauder catching on the stubble that had grown in. He sighed, giving in to feeling someone else’s lips for the first time since—

Fives. The first time since Fives.

Abruptly, Echo leaned away, eyes conflicted as he turned his gaze away from Tech’s imploring look.

“I…am sorry for assuming that you would—”

Echo quickly shook his head. “It’s not that. I liked it, a lot.”

It was as though Echo could feel the heat and hurt radiating from Tech’s stare, and he forced himself to look at him, even though all he really wanted in that moment was to forget the pain of Fives being gone and for Tech to kiss him again. “I’m sorry, Tech. I just…haven’t kissed anyone in a long time. It took me by surprise.”

Tech pondered his words, then, “did I misunderstand?”

This was getting complicated. “No, actually, I want to kiss you again, but I don’t know where the others stand, and I don’t want to come between anyone. That’s not how a polycule works.”

“Ah, I see,” Tech seemed to ease up a little after that and sat back to work on the ship again. “If that is your concern, then I will talk to the others. You are right, it should be discussed.”

Echo smiled and touched the greasy streak on his cheek fondly before he stood. Giddiness coursed through him, but he was also nervous about what was to come. All he could do was hope for the best. In the meantime, he needed to sort out his feelings about Fives, as well as those that remained in his previous situationship. There were a lot of factors to consider, but maybe this wasn’t so bad.

Besides, kissing Tech again would definitely be on the top of his list to do again as soon as possible.

.

“WHAT?”

“Stop that,” Tech scoffed and rolled his eyes. “This hardly warrants that kind of reaction.”

“You should have come to us first,” Hunter sighed, but he was far less condescending than Wrecker’s outburst had been.

“As if you’re actually bothered by it,” Crosshair quipped as he cleaned the barrel of his rifle. “You’ve been looking Echo up and down since he first stepped onto the Marauder.”

Tech looked between them with a smirk as Hunter’s cheeks lit up.

“WHAT?” Wrecker boomed again.

“Enough,” Crosshair drawled in his direction. “We’ve all thought about it. You’re just mad that Tech made the first move.”

“You’re not mad about it?” Hunter asked and kicked his legs up on Crosshair’s lap. There was a sneer on Crosshair’s lips that said he wanted to knock them off, but he didn’t, instead continuing to detail his weapon.

“No,” he answered, and his eyes flicked to Tech’s, “but I want to know what Echo tastes like.” The suggestive tone didn’t go unnoticed, and Tech appropriately blushed as Crosshair licked his lips. “Why kiss me when you could just go kiss him yourself?”

Setting his rifle aside, Crosshair hummed. “You’re right.”

He stood, now knocking Hunter’s feet off his lap with a smack, and he leaned over the pilot’s seat to steal a less heated kiss from Tech’s lips. “Good thinking, Ace.”

“Hey, that’s my nickname for him,” Hunter pouted.

Tech’s flush darkened further as he was fought over, but the argument died when Crosshair kissed Hunter on his way out of the cockpit.

.

“Heard you had a run in with Tech.”

Echo looked up from where he was swinging from the sling strung up by the gunner’s mount, setting his datapad aside. “If you mean he kissed me, yeah. Didn’t get him in trouble, did it?”

Crosshair chuckled and crossed his arms. “Not especially, but it took us by surprise.”

“Why’s that?” Echo inquired, eyes curious as he took in Crosshair’s relaxed posture.

“Well, Tech usually isn’t the type to make the first move, even with us,” he explained, and Echo could feel the heat starting to rise in his cheeks. “You must really wind him up.”

As Crosshair leaned into his space, Echo found himself shifting to meet him. “Only him? Or can I get a rise out of you, too?”

There was barely a beat between them before Crosshair ghosted his lips over Echo’s, and they were gone as fast as they came. Echo chased them, but Crosshair was quicker. “You sure you’re okay with this?” Crosshair asked, eyes darting over Echo’s parted lips.

Echo faltered and leaned back into his sling. Was he okay with this? He had told Tech that he needed space to think, but was that only an excuse to make him talk to the others? Sighing, Echo shook his head. It wasn’t fair to leave Crosshair hanging.

“Hn, so you do have some baggage,” the sniper stood, giving Echo some breathing room.

“I haven’t kissed anyone since my last squad,” Echo defended with a scowl.

Crosshair quirked an eyebrow. “You kissed Tech.”

“And I told him the same thing,” Echo shot back, “and he kissed me, for the record.”

This was getting nowhere fast, and Crosshair seemed to see the same thing. Quietly, he stepped back and crossed his arms again, effectively shielding himself from whatever feelings he was keeping locked away. Inwardly, Echo winced. He hadn’t meant to come off like he was rejecting him, or any of them, for that matter.

“Crosshair, I—”

“It’s fine,” he clipped coolly, “but don’t make a habit of kissing my partners if you can’t get yourself sorted.”

Echo bristled, but averted his eyes, staring a hole into the side of the ship. Maybe he hoped it would swallow him up and he wouldn’t have to confront his feelings yet. That sounded nice. He heard Crosshair’s footfalls and listened as they grew distance, disappearing once again into the cockpit, seemingly to tell the others about being turned down.

Frustrated, Echo slipped his legs up into his sling and turned onto his side, facing away from where the others were gathered. Maybe this had been a mistake after all. He should call Rex and rendezvous with him. At least Rex still wanted him, and Jesse and Kix were still there to keep him from running away with his thoughts.

Hardcase had sacrificed himself.

Dogma was arrested.

Tup had suffered and died from what was being reported as a ‘mental relapse.’

…Fives was shot and killed for knowing too much.

How was he supposed to just pretend like each and every loss didn’t feel like a gaping hole being scraped out of his chest?

.

“Echo…? Echo?”

A large hand shook his shoulder, startling him awake. The jolt as he sat up nearly tipped the sling, but a body beside him kept it from dumping him onto the durasteel floor.

“Wrecker?” Echo questioned, his own voice unrecognizable to him. He lifted his flesh hand to his cheek and frowned when he felt the dampness of hot tears on his fingers. Damn it. “Sorry,” he continued, shame coloring his features. It wasn’t uncommon for soldiers to cry in their sleep, though the nightmares were more common with shinies. He was usually better at hiding it, though. “I’m fine. Go back to sleep.”

Wrecker fidgeted but made no move to go back to his rack. Worry was etched into his scarred face, and Echo didn’t have the temperament to be gentle about it.

“I said don’t—”

“Yeah, I heard you,” Wrecker murmured, “but I don’t believe you.”

Echo huffed and curled his cybernetic knees up to his chest. It was weird to try and hug them close. Metal dug into his skin, and it was uncomfortable to try and lay his forehead on top of the joints. More tears pooled in his eyes. Damn the Techno Union for saving him. He should have been left to die, march on like the rest of the Dominoes, like most of his partners…

Not be held together by fused skin and whirring parts like the monster that he is.

The sob that left him was quiet, but he might as well have been screaming the way Wrecker wrapped his arms around him and softly quieted his wails. It was weird, the way he could feel the ports in his head sinking into Wrecker’s chest, how tenderly Wrecker’s thumb grazed the skin where his scomp was connected to. Weird, but Wrecker held him like it was the most normal thing in the galaxy.

“…You don’t have to,” Echo sniffed. “I know what I am.”

Wrecker frowned. “I don’t. What do you think you are?”

Echo could have actually screamed. “I’m a freak, Wrecker. I’m more droid than human. I shouldn’t even be alive.”

His words must have struck something deep, because Wrecker sat back enough to grip Echo’s chin and gently force their gazes to meet. There was a softness in his eyes that wasn’t pity, though there was a bit of that despite how much he’d tried to keep it at bay, but understanding and compassion. Their noses brushed, and Echo let him press their lips together, firm, but chaste, with no hidden motives, the kind of kiss that was reassuring and grounding. It was the kind of kiss that reminded Echo of Hardcase after a mission with heavy casualties, kissing all of them and remining them that they’re all okay, they all made it. It was the kind of kiss that Echo gave Tup when he got into it with Dogma, promising him that they would make up and things would be okay.

It was the kind of kiss that Fives gave him their first night in the five hundred and first barracks, after they were extracted from Rishi, when they didn’t have any answers, but they had one another, and that was enough.

“We all have scars,” Wrecker whispered against his lips. “Some are small and hidden, and sometimes they’re big and obvious, but it’s how you wear them that makes the difference. For what it’s worth, I think yours are beautiful.”

Echo gasped, lip trembling slightly. It was the only time someone looked at him and thought that what was left of him was beautiful. No, not what was left, what he was. Wrecker thought he was beautiful as he was, even with the inconvenience of being mostly machine. It felt…well, it felt really nice to be thought of that way, even if he didn’t see it. So, he said the only thing he could in response and kissed him again.

“Thank you.’

.

Stars hung in the black sky and the moons of Pantora were high in the sky when Echo heard someone emerge from the racks. Normally, he wouldn’t pay any mind to it. It was likely Tech pattering around because he couldn’t turn his brain off. So, he continued to stare out the window from the co-pilot’s seat. That seemed to be where he fit in the best, and he and Tech worked well together.

He wasn’t expecting the glide of a bare hand on the back of his neck, massaging gently. Turning his head, surprise caught his features. “Hunter?”

“I wanted to apologize about earlier,” the sergeant said and took up Tech’s seat. “We should have been open about the nature of our relationship, and Crosshair had no right to kick you out because he wanted some action.”

Echo sighed. He’d almost successfully forgotten why he hadn’t been asleep in his sling between Tech and Wrecker’s racks. Crosshair had exiled him to the cockpit if he didn’t want to join in…activities. To Echo’s credit, it wasn’t that he didn’t want to participate, but having group sex was a hell of a first time with a new body, and he wasn’t sure he was ready for all that yet. Instead of torturing himself by staying to watch, he’d voluntarily left. Had he really been gone that long?

Judging by the way Hunter’s hair was mussed and the vaguely dark marks on his neck, he was certain that if nothing else, Hunter had gotten to partake in some activities.

“It’s fine,” Echo told a half truth. It was, to an extent, but he wished he had been brave enough to join them.

Hunter nodded, wringing his hands together. A nervous thing, Echo noticed. He was like Tech in a way, needing something to occupy his hands most of the time. It wasn’t as severe as Tech’s compulsions, but it was enough to draw Echo’s attention. Carefully, Echo reached over and took on of Hunter’s hands in his own. Immediately, Hunter latched onto it, tracing the lines of his fingers, pressing lightly on his palm, no doubt feeling his heartbeat through his veins. It seemed to calm him, though, and Echo smiled.

“I…understand why you didn’t want to join,” Hunter started, “but you should know that your cybernetic parts don’t bother us, and that despite our own feelings, we respect that you still have feelings for your old squad.”

Echo’s eyes softened. They really had been talking about him, but it wasn’t in the way that he’d thought they were. Not that he thought they were those kinds of people, but he had been so down on himself…it was easier to put the blame on someone else than face himself.

“Most of my old squad is gone,” Echo said aloud, maybe for the first time since he’d boarded the Marauder, “and the ones that remain…well, two of them were already together when we formed the polycule.”

“So, you were left out,” Hunter finished.

“Not really,” Echo shook his head. “They wanted to try…but I’m not the same as I was then, and I didn’t give them the chance to know me as I am now.”

Hunter hummed, still lazily outlining Echo’s fingers as though he were committing the way they felt to memory. “What about us? Think we might have a shot?”

A beat of silence fell between them as Echo considered the question. Was that what he wanted, to be part of another polycule? He certainly hadn’t wanted to assume that they wanted him in that capacity, but the last few days have proved that, if anything, they were willing to try. All of the pieces were there, most of them already put together, all that was missing was the final piece.

Hunter lifted Echo’s hands to his lips and kissed it, careful and deliberate. “You don’t have to give us an answer right now, but the offer is on the table. All you have to do is take it.”

He stood, letting Echo retract his hand, and winked before returning to the rest of his squad, of his polycule, the polycule they all wanted Echo to be a part of. Echo watched his retreating back for a few seconds before he stood abruptly.

“Hunter?”

Yes, he wanted to be a part of this, of them. He wanted someone to love, and for someone to love him, and he was going to find it here, with the Bad Batch.

Hunter turned just as Echo closed the gap between them, kissing him with so much need and longing that it took Hunter’s breath away, and he backed himself up against the console to steady the both of them. Hot, open-mouthed kisses left Echo gasping, and his hand shook as he tangled his fingers into Hunter’s hair, pulling him closer, flush to the line of his body.

It was only the soft clearing of someone’s throat that forced them apart and left them panting for breath. Echo blushed a beautiful shade of red as Tech watched them sheepishly.

“It’s not what it looks like,” Hunter teased.

“That is a shame,” Tech said with a small, crooked smile. “I was rather enjoying the show.”

“Then you shouldn’t have interrupted,” Echo smirked as Tech crowded into his space. This time, Echo was ready and kissed him with as much passion as he had Hunter. Tech became weak at his knees, forcing Hunter to hold him up, and Echo quickly decided that he could get used to this.

It wasn’t the same as being with the five hundred and first, but Echo didn’t want it to be. He would always love his former squads, but this new one wasn’t half bad. He hoped they would be around for a long time.

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 10 YEARS LATER

Waves crashed on the beach, shifting the sands below. Over time, Echo knew that this place would eventually change. Erosion would claim it, or nature would, but in this moment, it would always remain as it was.

Beside him, Crosshair sat amongst the grain. He didn’t complain about sand getting everywhere anymore, even when it got caught in his cybernetic hand. Next to him, Wrecker slept, head on Crosshair’s shoulder, not so much as budging when the waves licked his toes. Their hands were entwined, soft and familiar, and Crosshair idly stroked it with his thumb as he watched the sun begin its descent into the sea.

Out in the water, Tech watched the horizon as though he were looking for something. Echo could tell he was talking but couldn’t make out what he was saying over the waves. Hunter, though, hugged him from behind and nodded along to whatever Tech told him, and took every opportunity to kiss his cheek, his neck, anywhere he could reach. Never again would Hunter let Tech out of his sight, or go where he couldn’t follow, not after Eriadu and Tantiss.

It took them a long time, but finally, they were all where they were meant to be, together.

Something broke over the horizon, and Echo grinned as Tech waved to those who were waiting on the shore. Crosshair nudged Wrecker awake, but the way that Wrecker was on his feet and waving in an instant, no one would have ever known if not for the drool on his chin. As a ship sped into the cove nearby, Tech and Hunter trudged back through the water and waited patiently for the ship’s captain to emerge.

“Hey! I’m back!”

Omega waved as she ran across the beach to them, beaming proudly as Batcher trailed behind her. No longer did Echo have to kneel to be on her level, and she easily leapt into his arms, still not quite tall enough to keep her feet on the ground. Echo caught her easily and hugged her tightly. This was her first solo flight, to Lothal to bring supplies to a small rebel cell and back, and as far as he could tell, she had been successful. They had known that they couldn’t keep her out of the fight forever, even though they’d all wished they’d had a little more time with her. After all, Omega wasn’t just their sister, but their kid. They raised her.

“Welcome home, Havoc 5,” Echo murmured as he set her back onto her feet.

Omega smiled and leaned up to kiss his cheek. That…was new, not unwelcomed, but definitely new.

“It’s good to be home.”

[huntressdarkness]

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Aflame (Crosshunt) - Hunter and Crosshair might be together now after Crosshair’s rescue post Outpost, but they haven’t really addressed, much less dealt with, everything they did to each other. They can only ignore it for so long. Last part of the Aloft series.

Call Me a Fanatic - TIHWRU chapter 6 AU where older!Crosshair shows up.

Call of the Wild (Crosshunt; Polybatch) - Crosshunt sex pollen; top!Hunter

More Than Numbers (Crosshair/Jesse at first. Other ships later) - In which Jesse survives, and Crosshair is assigned to work with Jesse on his first mission post S1.

Rapture (Polybatch) – Crosshair discovers CX-2 is Tech on Tantiss and tries to get through to him. He tries to deal with the consequences of his failure alone. Crosshair angst. The Batch have to put themselves back together in the aftermath of S3. Currently a WIP series.

Salvation (Crosshunt and Crosshair/others) - In which Crosshunt fuck regs from the 501st. Fives is up next. ;) Currently a WIP series.

Solitary (Hunter/Fives) - Yesterday AU where intersex!Hunter meets Fives post his rescue from the Empire.

Stardust (Crosshunt to Crosshair/Hunter/Anakin/Rex) – Captured by the Zygerrian queen, Crosshair, Hunter, Anakin, and Rex are not having a fun time at all. She’s fixated on Anakin and has every intention of using the others to control him. Non-con/rape is a prominent feature in this one. Currently a WIP series.

The One Who Holds the Stars (might be renamed) (Crosstech to Polybatch) - The angel-demon AU spin-off of Poe's fic Unmarked Vessel.

Worlds Apart (Crosshunt to Polybatch) – Omegaverse fic where Omega is Crosshunt’s biological kid, but they don’t realize it until during S1 after Crosshair is already gone. Currently a WIP.

Written Down in Eternity (Crosshunt) – Crosshair non-cons Hunter after his capture on Daro to prove Hunter belongs to him. Slowburn Crosshunt where they have to deal with the aftermath of Crosshair’s bad choices (even if he wasn’t in his right mind). Currently a WIP.

You Can Take My Heart (Crosshunt, Huntech, Hunter/Hunter, and Crosshair/Crosshair) - TIHWRU chapter 15 AU where older!Crosshair shows up after chapter 15. Currently a WIP.

[wolveria]

What We Did on Felucia - Ch 11

Pairing: The Bad Batch x f!Reader

Story Tags: Smut, dubcon, slow burn, sex pollen, eventual polybatch

Chapter Summary: “I think we ruined our Jedi."

AO3

The night continued in much the same fashion, though you slowed your alcohol consumption despite Crosshair provoking you with sultry smiles and teasing touches, mostly innocent with the sense that they could easily become less so.

At one point the squad learned some of the 501st had shown up, and various members of the Batch trickled out to socialize. It was a little surprising, considering as cadets the Batch used to get into fights with the other clones constantly, but ever since Skako Minor, attitudes had changed. It was nice to see.

Of course, you weren’t entirely alone. Tech and Crosshair had both stayed behind, Tech uninterested in “mingling” and Crosshair unwilling to. Instead, Crosshair tried to tempt you to drink more, and when that failed, they both tried to pull you in a game of sabacc.

“It would be unfair to you. Trust me, you don’t want to play against a Jedi,” you said. Which led them into an argument as to how Jedi would “cheat” at card games, ranging from influencing other players’ minds, to manipulating the Force in their favor, to counting cards.

You simply smiled and didn’t elaborate.

Eventually Echo returned, and Crosshair switched sides of the booth to speak to him, his own alcoholic consumption beginning to show with his relaxed posture and easy smile. You had no doubt one of these “clone chasers” would find him enticing now.

“Your side is unstable.”

Tech’s annoyance drew you back to the sabacc tower you were both currently constructing. You frowned at the dubious structure, and then at the clone.

“My side is fine. Yours is too complicated.”

“That piece is not load-bearing.” He jabbed his finger at a card and nearly toppled the whole thing but fortunately missed due to his own increasing intoxication. “You would make a terrible structural engineer.”

“I do not disagree.”

You aimed your fingers at the nearby stack of cards and lifted one into the air. It wobbled, and you frowned as you tried to grasp it more firmly in the Force. Perhaps you should train while under the influence, it would be a good test of your skills, and you did enjoy the pleasant warmth engulfing your body.

Tech watched the floating card with intense focus, as if he was watching you fumble with the exposed wires of an explosive.

“This folly will lead to ruin,” he muttered. “Your hubris will topple the monument to our achievement—”

“Shhh. I’m concentrating.”

You stuck out your tongue between your teeth as you gently floated the card down to rest on top of the spire.

And then Crosshair plopped onto the booth next to you, and you dropped the card, helplessly watching as the tower collapsed into a messy pile. Tech stared at the cards with a glazed, distant look, and you rubbed his hunched back with a sympathetic hand.

“Wrong,” Crosshair said, continuing whatever conversation he’d been having with Echo, oblivious or uncaring to Tech’s quiet devastation. “Any of those cantina rats would be lucky to have you.”

You perked up and caught Echo rubbing the back of his neck, his cheeks pink.

“Well, same to you, Cross. Sometimes, I don’t think you realize that.”

Crosshair scoffed, and you looked between them as if you were watching a match of paddle ball.

“What are you two discussing?”

“Echo believes that his cybernetic components make him undesirable,” Tech said, still staring at the fallen sabacc pieces. “And I believe Echo was referring to Crosshair’s pattern of never leaving 79’s with an interested party. Though, he does seem to take pleasure in agitating them to the point where they leave on their own.”

Crosshair rolled his eyes and said, “If they’re not willing to make an effort, why should I. Besides, it’s not fun when it’s easy.”

“Or you use it as an excuse to avoid emotional vulnerability and the risk of being rejected. I believe that may be Echo’s underlying problem as well.”

Both Crosshair and Echo glared at him now, and Tech finally stirred, looking up at them with raised brows.

“Am I wrong?”

“How is he even more uptight when drunk?” Echo muttered.

Crosshair continued to glare and said, “It’s a talent.”

“Echo, I assure you that’s not true.” You leaned around Tech to meet his eye. “You’re very desirable.”

Echo smiled, but there was a hint of accepted defeat.

“Thank you, General, but… you don’t have to say that. It doesn’t bother me. I know the way I look isn’t to everyone’s taste.”

You scowled, and suddenly determined, you left your seat. Echo’s eyes widened as you crawled over Tech’s lap to reach him. You held him by the back of the neck, pulled him forward, and kissed him.

Your mind was still back in your seat, slow and unhurried to catch up with your entire focus on Echo’s mouth, on the startled, breathy noises he made when you licked across his lips. When you broke the kiss, his mouth hung open, and you were tempted to return for another.

“You taste good to me.”

Echo released a breathless, “Kriffing hell,” and you felt a hand stroking the back of your thigh.

“It seems alcohol has an unexpected influence on our Jedi,” Tech said, and you looked over your shoulder to see it was his hand on your leg. Crosshair, meanwhile, blatantly stared at your backside, eyes dark and wanting.

You wiggled your hips at him in what was meant to be mocking rather than provocative, but his hands curled into fists in his lap, and you sensed the wave of his desire before Crosshair smothered it.

“I think we ruined our Jedi,” he said between clenched teeth.

“Who is to say we are not the ones ruined?”

Tech’s voice was a low, husky version of itself, and without thought, you twisted around, sat down in his lap, and crushed your lips against his. Messy, uncoordinated, open-mouthed and filthy, it was like a relief valve opening after the two-day journey where all you could do was watch Tech without touching him again, the memory of what you’d done on the cockpit floor haunting you like a specter.

Kissing intoxicated Tech, when his control and coordination were relaxed and careless was a kind of intoxication itself, and you moaned low in your throat, frustrated at all the layers in the way—

Another pair of hands pried you off Tech and into a different lap, and Crosshair growled in your ear, “Just can’t keep your hands to yourself, can you?”

“Crosshair,” you growled in warning, but he didn’t release you.

“You’re taking a timeout.” He looked down at you, unimpressed. “Stay right here and cool off. Unless you want the entire bar to watch as you take three of your men at the same time.”

The words were like a gut-punch, and all that came out was a quiet whimper.

“Yeah,” Echo rasped. “We’re definitely ruined.”

As much as you tried to wiggle away, Crosshair kept you firm, and you didn’t care all that much about escaping. You settled back against his chest, content as his hands slowly caressed up and down your hips.

Tech cleared his throat.

“I regret not dressing in something more informal.”

“Codpiece too tight for you too?” Echo lamented. Tech just sighed.

“Amateurs.”

Despite his dismissal of their discomfort, Crosshair shifted under you, and you too regretted that they couldn’t simply walk around without their armor. Though considering how tantalizing the image, more armor was safer if you hoped 79’s would let you back on the premises.

The bead curtain parted as Wrecker entered the room, and then he came to a stop, eyes wide as they fell on you nestled in Crosshair’s lap.

“Uh… did I miss something?”

“Only our Jedi losing her composure,” Crosshair said through his smirk.

“Aw, man!”

Crosshair tsked and said, “She’s drunk and doesn’t know what she’s doing.”

“I certainly do!”

“Remembered how to use your words again, princess?”

You shivered.

“I’m not drunk. Or… I am, but I’m well aware of my actions. Now, let me up.”

You were surprised when he did, and the loss of his hands on your hips was an immediate regret. Wrecker bent closer to steady you as you got to your feet, and though you only wobbled a little, his eyes were wide with worry.

Of course he was worried. You under the effects of a chemical and throwing yourself at the squad would bring up other, less pleasant memories. You should know better than this, behave better, keep your urges under control. But it grew harder and harder to resist temptation when they were so close and appealing. The allure of the dark side was a pale comparison to the pull these men had on you.

Your smile was tinged with guilt but assured as you held his cheek in your palm.

“I’m all right, Wrecker. I promise.”

And then you leaned forward to kiss his other cheek, because his expression was so sweet and concerned, and how could anyone resist him like that.

Wrecker watched you pull away, eyes wide for a different reason.

“I’ll be back,” you told them. “Carry on without me.”

You smiled at their various expressions of disappointment, except for Crosshair. His eyes were sharp and watchful, arms folded over his chest, and you sensed his stare on your back until you turned the corner and out of sight.

The main room was packed with troopers and civilians alike, and you had to rely more heavily on the Force to navigate with your physical senses muddled by drink. Another reason why you’d left the private room, and you took a stool at the bar waiting for the bartender to notice you.

The music pulsed in your temples and chest, not unpleasantly but with enough exposure it would probably give you a headache. You hoped not; it was the first time you’d spent real leisure time with the squad, and it was nice to see them so loose and relaxed.

After you flagged down the bartender and he delivered a glass of water, you swallowed it down in its entirety. Sobering up around the squad wasn’t a bad idea, as doing something reckless as Crosshair insinuated wasn’t outside the realm of possibility. The image still swirled around your brain, pulling Tech and Echo onto that table, wedged between them and encouraging them to use you as you saw fit. All while Crosshair watched, because as much as he pretended to be aloof, he wanted this just as much. The hard part was getting him to admit it, or act on it—

“Can I buy you a drink? Or rather, another one?”

He shouldn’t have been able to sneak up on you, but with the thrumming bass, the alcohol in your blood, and your straying thoughts, you were an easy mark.

You peeked out from under the shawl and then quickly looked down. Shit.

“I’m just having water.” You kept your voice low, and hopefully, unrecognizable.

“Let me guess. Had your fair share already?”

You relaxed a little. He hadn’t spotted your face, and you’d only spoken a handful of times. A point in your favor.

“And then some.”

Captain Rex gave a small chuckle. You’d never heard him so relaxed before, more accustomed to the captain standing parade rest at Skywalker’s side.

“Come here often?” He sighed immediately after his own question, and he added, “Sorry, that was not… a line. I meant, is this your first time?”

First time at something, certainly.

“Yes.”

“Ah.” He rested his back against the counter, elbows leaning against the bar top, and you were forced to angle your head away. You could sense his curiosity, and your unease was rising in response. “Well, 79’s is certainly an interesting place if you don’t mind all the clones.”

Your lips twitched into a hidden smile.

“I don’t mind at all.”

“So…” He drew out the word. “Are you here alone, or…?”

You froze. Captain Rex, commander of the 501st and Skywalker’s first-in-command, was possibly trying to leave the bar with you.

“Oh, no, I uh,” you stammered eloquently. “I came with… friends.”

“I see.” He didn’t sound disappointed, but he sounded curious, which was worse. “I don’t mean to intrude, you just seemed alone.”

It was difficult not to soften around him. You wouldn’t mind revealing yourself, the captain could probably keep a secret, but the 501st was an absolute rumor mill from the way your squad told it, and you didn’t want that kind of scrutiny on them.

“I’m fine. I should get back to them.”

You swiveled on the bar stool and just gained your feet when an arm extended in front of you, not touching your chest but definitely blocking your path.

“Do I know you from somewhere?”

His tone was light on the surface, the same way one would remain civil as they expect trouble and reach for their blaster. You kept your head down, sensing him trying to get a look at your face. You could cause a distraction, perhaps shatter one of the nearby glass bottles—

“There you are, sweetheart.”

A warm hand rested on the small of your back, and the familiar scent of its owner set you at ease before your thoughts could catch up and remind you there was nothing relaxing about this.

“Hunter,” Rex said, his voice lilted in surprise. “Didn’t expect to see you here.”

“Well, I had a reason to stick around this time.” Hunter’s hand moved to your hip, and he tucked you against his side in a brazen display of possession. And damn if it didn’t work; you softened against him as if you belonged there, as if you’d done this a thousand times. Familiar and safe.

“You’re… together.” Rex sounded even more shocked. “I didn’t realize- you usually don’t… I mean, I’m used to seeing you go solo.”

There was a sharp, humorous smile in Hunter’s words as he said, “First time for everything. See you, Cap.”

Hunter led you away from the bar, and while your body was perfectly onboard for wherever he wanted to take you, you felt sorry for the captain. You sensed his awkwardness and embarrassment at the end, believing he’d tried to steal Hunter’s date.

Were you Hunter’s date?

“How did you know?” The question was held under your breath, knowing Hunter would catch it over the music.

“I could smell your distress from across the bar.” He was still in high spirits; apparently the entire encounter amused him. “Good thing I was already out here talking to Jesse and Kix.”

“Thank you.” You melded closer against his side, only possible because his commando armor was practically skintight, and you honestly didn’t know how he breathed in it. “I didn’t know how to exactly, ah… navigate the situation. I think he was trying to… gauge my interest?”

Hunter chuckled.

“He definitely was. Poor guy had no idea what he was getting himself into.”

You shot him a frown, but Hunter pulled you closer, his lips brushing your ear.

“That’s not the only thing I smell on you. Getting comfortable with the boys?”

You flushed, fur rippling, and he gave another chuckle and planted a kiss on your temple, which did nothing to help.

“I’ve not been as careful as I should be,” you admitted, letting Hunter weave you through the crowd, trusting his instincts just as much as you trusted the Force. “Even with my face hidden, it wouldn’t be difficult to figure out who I am. Cathar are rare in Republic space, and this disguise isn’t going to fool anyone who looks too closely.”

Hunter cast a glance around, and then he pulled you into an alcove, hidden from anyone walking the back hallway.

“Then we better make sure no one does.”

Your back hit a solid surface, and Hunter’s nose buried in your hair as he kept you trapped against his armor and the wall.

“Your scent…” The words were edged like the vibroknife he kept on his forearm. “I have to fight myself, otherwise I’ll have you, right here, where anyone can see.”

His teeth scraped along your throat, and you released his name in a breathy gasp.

“I could smell it the entire way here,” Hunter growled. “The sex you’d had, the way you still wanted more.”

You twisted your fingers into his hair for stability, but the needful groan in his throat was well worth it, as was the growl when you tugged again. You tucked that knowledge away for later.

Pressing against his weight, you ached to feel him everywhere on your skin, intoxicated in a way that had nothing to do with the alcohol. With your other hand, you ran your nails down his chest armor, imagining what it would look like to see the marks on his skin.

His hands tightened on your hips, but then he pulled back, his eyes dark and his lips parted as if to catch his breath.

“But I don’t want our first time to be in some dive bar.”

You might have said you’d technically already had sex, but Hunter was right. What you’d experienced with Tech in the cockpit hadn’t been like that lab on Felucia. Not even close. It had been true, real, and you wanted to experience that with all of them.

You just hadn’t expected it to be pure torture to have to wait.

“I just… want you.”

His smile was soft, and his thumb stroked the swell of your cheek.

“You have me. Always will.”

He leaned forward and gently pressed his lips to your forehead, and you wanted so badly to kiss him, properly like you’d done with Tech, and now Echo. But if Hunter wanted to take his time and do it his way, you could accept that.

“Ready to head back to the others?”

“In a minute,” you mumbled. “I need to use the refresher after all those drinks.”

He chuckled, a little too knowingly.

“I bet. There’s a ‘fresher for non-clones down the hall and to the left.”

“Thanks,” you said, eyeing his amused smirk. Of course he could smell how aroused he made you, and he gloated over that fact. So much for his image as the responsible, serious clone of the Batch.

After relieving yourself (and having to do some quick cleaning, thanks to Hunter), you washed your hands and returned to the hallway—only to be immediately pulled into another dark alcove.

“Hunter—"

“Wrong.”

You opened your mouth in protest, and Crosshair descended on you, capturing your mouth half-open, his tongue plunging into your mouth and licking as if he was starved.

All carefulness forgotten, you moaned louder than you meant to, earning curious glances by a pair of clones walking by. It was too dark for them to see your face, and you wouldn’t have cared anyway, your arms around Crosshair’s neck as you tried to pull him as close as you could.

Crosshair broke the kiss and took your wrists in his hands, forcing them to your sides as he purred, “Where’s your Jedi composure now?”

He sucked hard on the skin just below your jaw, as if the answer didn’t actually matter to him, and you trembled as your back arched, an electric sensation traveling down your spine.

“I seem to have… left it behind with my robes.”

Crosshair hummed approvingly, and he slipped an armored thigh between yours, pressing firm against your groin. You gave a startled noise and then shuddered as you put more of your weight on his leg.

He let go of your wrists, and you immediately grabbed his shoulders to pull him closer, panting against his neck. You wanted to mark his throat the same way Hunter had done to you, not with lips but with teeth, but the damn suit covered most of his skin.

Your frustration was soon forgotten as he grabbed your hips and pulled you down, grinding you on his thigh. You panted, the pressure already building in your gut, and the work you’d done to clean yourself was already ruined. You closed your eyes and sensed you would reach your peak in a few more rolls of your hips, but then Crosshair forced you completely still.

At your frustrated noise, Crosshair smiled. He didn’t do it often, but when he did, it knocked the wind out of you every time.

“Sorry, princess. My standards are higher than a piss-stained corner at the reg clubhouse. Maybe next time.”

Despite Hunter and Crosshair being so different, they often thought the same way, and deep down you didn’t want this to be your first time with them either. But stars, they could both be so frustrating sometimes.

Crosshair’s smile turned into a smirk, and he said, “Ask nicely, and perhaps Tech will take care of you on the return trip. We all can watch.”

The air went out of you a second time, and when Crosshair removed his leg, you squeezed your thighs together to no avail. The frustrated tightness remained, and Crosshair gave you one last sly grin before popping a toothpick between his teeth and disappearing down the corridor.

After a moment when you realized the pressure between your legs wasn’t going to dissipate any time soon, you followed after him.

[akingnotaprincess]

Fic: now (and then)

Read on AO3

Author: @akingnotaprincess

Fandom: Star Wars Bad Batch

Rating: ExplicIt, NSFW

Pairing: Crosshair/Hunter, Echo/Tech/Wrecker, Crosshair/Echo/Hunter/Tech/Wrecker (Cloneshipping)

WC: 10,565

Notes: For @huntressdarkness for Love You Latte. For @polyamships Multiamory March using the prompt soulmates au. POV Crosshair. This is an omegaverse soulmates (true mates) au with Alpha!Crosshair, Alpha!Hunter, Beta!Echo, Beta!Wrecker, and Omega!Tech. Takes place during season 3.

Summary: Crosshair returns to Clone Force 99 after he and Omega escape from Tantiss, but things aren't the same between himself and his true mate. He's not sure if it will be again.

Snippet: They entered hyperspace a few minutes ago. Crosshair let Omega pilot instead of himself. She seems to know what she's doing by what little he's seen her do. Certainly better than he could. Driving a getaway speeder? No problem. He could do it with his eyes closed. Flying a ship? No. Leave that to Tech and Hunter. Leave Crosshair and his twin to man the guns.

Wrecker.

The ship jerks, and Crosshair has to steady himself — grabbing onto the wall for support — to not fall down or over Batcher. The lurca hound doesn't seem to notice anything amiss and smiles gleefully up at him — her long tongue slobbering everywhere. He huffs and rolls his eyes. 

They need to think of their next steps — obviously, they both have their own ideas, but they need to come together to form a plan. They need to get rid of this ship, obviously, and snatch up a new one. Preferably one that couldn't be so easily tracked. After that…? There's a number of plans that they can do. So many options and factors that could fuck up their next move — fuck up their lives. One wrong move and they could both wind back up on Tantiss, or worse. Crosshair curses and curls his right hand into a fist in an attempt to control it — to make it not shake. 

Damnit. 

Better to discuss their options with Omega. He'll have to be the voice of reason, most likely. She has more faith and hope inside of her — the world hasn't broken her yet.

(Crosshair hopes it never does.)

He presses a button, and the door to the cockpit slides open with a juddering whoosh. He sees the back of the top of Omega's blonde hair. The kid doesn't even look back as he walks in. 

"The Empire will be able to track this vessel," Crosshair informs her of the most obvious fact. "We'll have to ditch it." 

"We will. We're heading to a remote location. I sent a coded transmission for our brothers to meet us there." 

The only sounds in the cockpit are the normal hums of a spaceship and the clicks of buttons being pressed and Batcher's whimpers. Crosshair takes a few steps forward, laying his hand on the back of the pilot seat that Omega is occupying. "Omega," Crosshair sighs. He doesn't want to give her hope if there's none to be found. "It's been months. They might not be alive — " 

"They'll be there," she snaps, turning to face him — eyes stern. She says more softly, "They'll be there." She faces away from him, diverting her attention back to the console. 

Crosshair is scared at the prospect of seeing them again. 

Batcher nuzzles his shin, and without thinking, Crosshair scratches the top of her head. It's only been a few days, and he's found that he's enamored with the lurca. Crosshair has never really been fond of animals — not like Hunter or even his twin, Wrecker. It's something about the lurca. It might be because she seems to like him — why Crosshair has no clue. But Batcher does, and he can't help but return the affection. 

It's like that with Omega too. For some reason, after all he has done, after who he is, Omega cares for him. She has never once expressed that she hates him or holds a grudge. Omega visited him every single day she was on Tantiss.

Every.

Single.

Day.

She didn't have to. No one forced her to come and talk. In fact, he was encouraging her to stop coming, to give up on him.

But she never did.

Omega loves her brothers, including him. 

He's grown to care for her too. Crosshair never for a single second imagined that he'd have a sister (older sister), a child that he cares about so deeply. He will, and has, done everything he can do to protect her. If their brothers aren't waiting for them, Crosshair is fully ready to take responsibility for her — raise her, make sure her needs are met, and keep her safe. 

The Empire will never get their hands on her. They won't. Not while his heart is still beating. 

"You're worried. You shouldn't be." 

"I'm not worried," he lies. Crosshair knows that his statement is razor-thin and that it wouldn't fool Omega. He doesn't want to, he realizes. She's seen him for who he is and… accepts him, unconditionally. "I don't see a single reason not to be worried."

He watches Omega press a few buttons, setting the ship's systems to autopilot. "Why are you worried? That they don't want to see you? What do you think will happen, exactly?"

Crosshair isn't sure how to answer her. He wants to be honest with her, but that doesn't mean he wants to tell her the grim, ugly truth.

"You'll see," Omega says as if he had answered her question and is giving a reply. "They're our brothers. We haven't given up on you. We want you back. It'll be fine." 

He wants to argue, correcting her on her ideal fantasy that once they're together, everything will go back to how it used to be. He wonders if she's telling herself all this to believe it.

"I betrayed them." 

"It wasn't your fault." His sister's voice is gentle but firm in her conviction. "It wasn't your fault, Crosshair."

It is, though, he thinks. It was all his choice. 

Crosshair chose to shoot his twin.

Crosshair chose to leave his squad—to leave his family — to leave his pack.

To leave Hunter. 

His Hunter.

His mate, his true mate. 

But would Hunter want him anymore? Would any of them? After all that has happened? 

Crosshair lightly runs his fingers over the bite mark from Hunter. It's scarred over, still as red as the day Hunter marked him as his own. It throbs during his ruts separated from his brother's. It throbs and aches and only makes the pain of not being with his mate worse.

Crosshair's hand trembles on its own, and he forces his hand to make a fist, willing it to steady. It takes several long seconds, but finally it stills. When he looks up to see Omega's eyes, they are shining not with pity but only concern. His sister opens her mouth to speak; instead, a loud and long yawn happens in its place. 

He asks, "When's the last time you slept?"

Omega shakes her head, and her brown eyes widen in a poor attempt to prove that she's awake. "I'm fine." 

Crosshair rolls his eyes. "I'm convinced." Sighing, he says, "How long until we reach the rendezvous point?"

Omega swivels the pilot seat and presses a few buttons before turning back to him. "A little over three hours."

Three hours. He can deal with that. "Go sleep. I'll take over. Don't fight with me over this," he adds firmly when she opens her mouth to retort. "Go." Lightly kicking her shin to prod her out of her seat, Crosshair says, "Sleep. There's a couple of bunks in the back."

You're my sister. I have to take care of you, goes unsaid. 

Batcher whines and nudges Omega's recently kicked shin. His sister smiles fondly, scratching the lurca's head. "Wake me up when we need to come out of hyperspace." She yawns, stretching her arms into the air. "Come on, Batcher." She walks away, the lurca following at her heels.

Crosshair takes the pilot's seat, slumping into the uncomfortable cushion. The familiar blue lines speeding towards them as the ship travels through hyperspace is welcoming… and not.

[pinkwoolart]

Art trade with @scars-wife-31

Cuddle pile with the Bad Batch

Colored and rendered sketch so it’s messy if you zoom in too much 🫣

Also side note: I listened to this a lot while coloring. This song has always been both calming and yet somewhat erotic to me (damn me and my space related kink) so honestly the vibe kinda fits with a shirtless cuddle pile with the Batch.

(Pick whichever version tickles your fancy)

[tonyskittymug]

we as a fandom need an AU where the entire batch does drag for a living to make credits instead of running errands for cid

and when i say the batch i'm obviously including crosshair

[letshareapapou]

[aynavaano]

Having a bad day and wanted to indulge in some good polybatch fic only to find out half way through that there is no reader insert and it ends up beeing Bad Batch Clonecest. Thank you for nothing. Ugh

So, please save me and drop your favorite polybatch x f!reader fics in the comments or tag me (fluff or smut)

[eatommo]

Showgirl [c.f.99] {kd3}

Sixty nine/public sex/pet play

Cw: technically poly!batchxreader, but definitely hunter centric (this time ;)), voyeurism, sex on the marauder, definitely taking liberties on public, oh well, oral sex(both rec), fingering, spanking, dirty talk, cucking? If you squint?, calls reader the ships pet, light pet play, mando’a

It wasn’t rare to be the center of attention when you were on a long haul trip in hyperspace. Shamelessly you’d be passed from bunk to bunk, happily obliging and satisfying each member of the Bad Batch one at a time.

It was rare to get all of them together at once. This time though, Hunter started by kissing you and stripping you in front of the others. At first it started softly, like maybe he just was in need of some affirmation or affection, but soon his tongue was licking at your teeth and the kiss turned starved.

He suckled on your lips, nipping and licking, filthy sweet kisses that made your head spin and nearly forget you had an audience, until you’d hear a crass command from Crosshair keeping you in check, not exploring Hunter’s body with your hands. His heightened senses couldn’t take a lot of teasing, so you treaded lightly, throwing your head back to look at the four boys waiting patiently for their turn with the ships favorite pet.

Hunter guides you to a nearby bunk, keeping the screen drawn open, “Sit on my face mesh’la”. You begin to protest, not sure if you have room to fit in the space in that position, but he pushes his pants down, freeing his achingly hard cock as it throbs and rests against his muscled abdomen, the tanned skin flushed purple at the tip.

Maker, he’s so beautiful, your mouth is watering at the sight alone, shyness melting away at the promise of a good time. You maneuver into the bunk space, finding it surprisingly spacious but still having to bend over slightly to fit, your mouth within a foot of his aching member. You lower your hips closer to his mouth, allowing him to lick a few small teasing stripes.

You hear Tech speak up, “He said to sit.” You huff, sensitive but desperate all the same, and let yourself sit fully upon his mouth. He presses deeper against you, using his tongue lick and tease your swollen clit.

He slaps your ass, the sting mixing delightfully with the pleasure as he teases your entrance with a finger. You bend down further, looking up and making eye contact with Echo, as you place small feather light kisses across the shaft of Hunter’s cock.

He twitches beneath you, always so sensitive, you blow cool air across the trail of saliva and watch as the muscles in his thighs tighten at the sensation. In response, he slowly works two fingers into your heat, targeting the spot which makes your vision white with the precision of a marksman. Distantly you hear hums of approval from your audience as your legs begin to shake, your ears feel hot and you act on primitive instinct sucking the head of Hunter’s cock.

The reality of people watching under such controlling circumstances singing to your need to please, truly taking Hunter down further, working slowly and swallowing around him until your nose is brushing against his balls with each movement.

He strokes your clit in tight expert circle, and you begin to feel the pressure building in your belly. He crooks his fingers into time with the bobbing of your head, and the way his hips start to push off the mattress you know he’s also chasing his release.

You still your movements, and allow his hips to fuck up freely into your mouth, blinking back tears and he nudges the back of your throat with every thrust. You can feel the stutter of his hips, as his mouth stops its ministrations briefly to allow a flow of curses, partially muffled against the heat of your center as he cums filling your mouth with his salty seed and faltering short thrusts.

You swallow, looking up at the room hoping for a satisfied audience and instead you’re greeted with another thick cock inches from your mouth. Wrecker you realize, had stood up from his chair and his patience has expired, he waits for you to part your lips as Hunter begins to tease your clit once again.

[pizzaboy-maul]

Some crops of the art I did for @huntressdarkness for Team 12 for the @clonebang

Go check out her fic Here, Kitty!

Full images are here on my bluesky

[ann-i-inthestars]

MENTALLY SPAMMING THE BLURRY EYES EMOJI OVER THIS WIP TITLE:

Love is a Team Effort

Love is a Team Effort!!! I put it under the series name, but it used to be called 'How Polyamory saved the Galaxy'

Its a series that the main story line follows Echo slowly becoming a member of the Bad Batch's romantic partnership. In the background, though, is Rexanidala/Jessix becoming a real thing that started after Fives's death. Both groups of 5 goes to each other for romantic and life advice, and through them each becoming a polyamorous relationship, Order 66 is prevented. Cus Love wins.

The first four parts are posted here, and this is one of my favorite snippets from part 3. (I don't have any unposted parts yet, unfortunately.)

----Echo groaned and leaned back into the chair, sinking gratefully into its surprisingly plush form. "I'm so stupid."

"What, no you're not!" Jesse exclaimed.

"Jesse's right, you're not stupid at all." Kix agreed. "What's wrong, though? Did something happen?"

"Yeah, it did.I think I fell in love with my entire team."

They were silent for a long moment before Jesse said, "Okay, maybe you are a little stupid."

"Jesse!"

Echo sighed as he shook his head. "No, no. He's right. Especially because I'm not even sure they trust me. There is no way they feel the same way. So, yeah. Its pretty stupid."

"They don't trust you?" Kix asked in a tight voice.

"Because of what the Separatists made you do? Because I swear to the Force I'll beat some sense into them! Starting with the asshole sniper."

Echo quickly shook his head. "No, no, Jesse! Nothing like that. And Crosshair is actually very sweet."

Jesse's eyes went huge and he reached out to place a hand on Echo's forehead. "Kixie, babe, I think he's really sick. You should at the very least check him for a fever!"

Echo batted his hand away and shot him an unimpressed look. "Really, Jesse?"

[staycalmandhugaclone]

I don’t know what possessed me to think this way, whether it be projection or something you’d said previously, but I’ve been reading under the assumption that it was always going to end in polybatch but crosshair had just gotten there first 😂

Oh no no, you're 100% correct! I made it very clear when that first poll finished that I was going to honor the results regardless how challenging it was going to be to write! Crosshair came in second, which is actually why he was the one who asked Doc to stay in the final chapter of Difficulty Breathing - it was a toss up between him and Echo before the poll. It's just taken me a while to build things up to my own standards lol

[huntressdarkness]

Secrets

Forbidden - Chapter 1 - HuntressDarkness - Star Wars - All Media Types [Archive of Our Own]

He might have been staring at them a little too long, but he didn’t do anything wrong. After all, he reasons, looking isn’t against the regulations. They can’t stop him from thinking. They can’t stop him from wanting. Those things are normal. If he tells himself that enough, he might even believe it. - - - - - - - - - - Fraternization between cadets is forbidden, subject to harsh punishment. They all know it, but the Batch has never been good at following the rules. This time, a violation won’t just earn them a slap on the wrist. It could tear their squad apart forever. But sometimes, the forbidden is only that much more alluring.

Rating: Explicit Warnings: Underage Sex Relationships: CT-9904 | Crosshair/CT-9902 | Tech, CT-9904 | Crosshair/CT-9903 | Wrecker, CT-9904 | Crosshair/CT-9902 | Tech/CT-9903 | Wrecker, CT-9904 | Crosshair/CT-9901 | Hunter, CT-9904 | Crosshair/CT-9901 | Hunter/CT-9902 | Tech/CT-9903 | Wrecker Characters: CT-9904 | Crosshair, CT-9902 | Tech, CT-9903 | Wrecker, CT-9901 | Hunter Additional Tags: POV CT-9904 | Crosshair, POV CT-9902 | Tech, POV CT-9903 | Wrecker, POV CT-9901 | Hunter, CT-9904 | Crosshair-centric, Canon Compliant, Cadets Clone Force 99 | Bad Batch, Forbidden Love, Conflicted CT-9904 | Crosshair, Conflicted CT-9902 | Tech, Conflicted CT-9903 | Wrecker, CT-9904 | Crosshair & CT-9903 | Wrecker Are Twins, Mutual Pining, Oblivious CT-9901 | Hunter, Conflicted CT-9901 | Hunter, Protective CT-9901 | Hunter, Codependency, First Kiss, First Time, Falling In Love, Idiots in Love, Slow Burn, Explicit Sexual Content, Masturbation, Mutual Masturbation, Hand Jobs, Frottage, Oral Sex, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Shower Sex, Erotic Dreams, Hopeful Ending

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