#tbb wrecker

[kaminocasey]

Read to Me

Pairing: Wrecker x F!Medic Reader Summary: Wrecker loves it when you read to him. This time, he asks you to read something spicier. Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI; Super light angst, Smut, uprotected p in v (wrap it up friends), oral (f receiving), fluff WC: 4k A/N: It's been a minute since I've written a SW fic and I started this literally a year ago but I woke up missing this gentle giant so I felt inspired to finish it. Listened to this song while finishing it.

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“That doesn’t seem like a normal data report.” Crosshair’s smoky voice is behind you as you sit on the hatch of the Marauder.

You turn and see that he’s looking over your shoulder, staring directly down at your datapad that currently has a smutty scene in the book you’re reading. 

“It’s a book.” Your cheeks immediately burn with embarrassment. “Mind your own business.”

Wrecker’s ears perk up. “What kind of book?”

Your entire body goes warm at the thought of Wrecker knowing what kind of books you read when you’re not reading to him at night. It’s a nighttime tradition. You lay in your bunk directly across from Wrecker’s and you read him to sleep. He says he loves the sound of your voice and that it helps calm him down at night. You love reading to him as much as he does. Which is why this is incredibly embarrassing.

You shoot daggers at Crosshair and he reaches one of his incredibly long arms around you, plucking your datapad right out of your hands and starts to step away. 

“Crosshair! Give it back!” You shout. 

And then Crosshair does something even more mortifying. He starts reading it out loud. 

“Jahret takes Leema in his arms and pushes her up against the wall, forcing her legs to separate with his knee between them. As a result, she grinds her already wet warmth-” 

You tackle Crosshair to the durasteel floor of the Marauder and he smirks when you land on top of him with an “oof.”

“You’re such a karking asshole.” You snatch the datapad away and start to get up, Wrecker lending out a hand in the process. 

You take his hand and give him an appreciative smile, still embarrassed as you walk away to the fresher to hide for a bit. He follows you with concerned eyes. 

“Why’d ya do that?” Wrecker lightly shoves Crosshair when you disappear.

Crosshair smirks. “You ought to have her read that book to you. I think you’ll like it better than the other stuff she reads to you.” 

Wrecker furrows his brows at his brother, confused. When he heard Crosshair reading out loud what you’d been reading made him go warm in the face, though, that much he did know. He didn’t think it was embarrassing, though. He wants to ask you, though, he isn’t sure how, without embarrassing you further. 

Would you ever read that out loud if he asked? Would that be pushing it too far? It really has to do more with how you read. He really loves going to sleep to the sound of your voice.

There’s a knock on the fresher door and you get up off the floor and open it, thinking that one of the guys needs to use the fresher. Instead, and thankfully, you’re met with your favorite pair of warm brown eyes and a kind smile. 

“Oh, Wrecker.” You feel yourself flush and divert your eyes to the fresher sink. “Sorry, do you need the fresher?” 

“No, I was just…” He rubs the back of his head, as if he isn’t sure how to say what’s on his mind.

You’ve never seen the larger man so timid. 

“Just…?” You look back up at him.

He can’t stop looking at your lips, wondering what it would be like to kiss them. He always does, though. He always wants to kiss you. Always.

“Just wonderin’ how come you don’t read that kinda book to me?” He smiles. 

You go hot in the face at the thought of reading that kind of book to Wrecker. “Oh… I mean… it’s just… Kark. I don’t know.” You cross your arms, leaning against the wall.

“Would you… ever…?” He tries to ask you, tilting his head, smiling that incredibly heartwarming smile that you could never ever say no to.

“You really want me to?” You raise your eyebrows up in surprise. 

He shrugs. “I like when you read all sorts of books to me.” 

You smile up at him. “Alright… But… we should probably set some ground rules… shouldn’t we?” 

He guides you out to your bunk and climbs in with you, pulling the curtain closed. It’s a little cramped with him so close in such a small space, but you don’t mind. You cross your legs, sitting against the wall and Wrecker lays his head in your lap.

“What kind of rules, mesh’la?” Wrecker smiles up at you. 

“Well… I mean… I don’t want you to feel like I’m taking advantage of you in any way. So maybe we shouldn’t… you know, act on any feelings this kind of book stirs inside of us.” You go absolutely hot in the face at the thought of recreating any of these scenes with him. Does he know you feel the way you do about him? Would he ever reciprocate these feelings one day? Probably not. 

“Mesh’la, you could never take advantage of me.” He reaches around and pats your knee and you smile down at him. “Trust me.” 

You nod. “Alright then.”

Pulling your datapad back up, you push one of the books that you’d not read yet that you’d been saving for a while. It’s a forbidden romance between a princess and a Jedi knight. 

At one point, Wrecker starts to close his eyes and you think he’s going to fall asleep, his breathing becoming deep and even. You didn’t get to any spicy scenes yet, so those will probably be for tomorrow’s reading. Tonight, you just enjoy the feel of the large man in your lap, smiling down at him as you trace lines over his face. When you trail your fingers over his lips, he presses a soft kiss to them and you go fuzzy all over, your chest tightening. 

You’re so gone for this man, it’s not even funny. Maybe to Crosshair, because that kriffing asshole absolutely knew what he was doing when he pulled that little stunt earlier. 

“Come here.” Wrecker’s gruff, yet soft voice tells you, his eyes still closed. 

“Hm?” You look down at him, sleepily. 

“Will you cuddle with me?” He asks. 

How could you say no? 

He lifts up his head slightly for you to maneuver between him and the wall. He rests his arm so that you can rest your head against it. You expected it to be hard and uncomfortable because of all of his muscles, but it’s not. He’s not. It’s the comfiest you’ve felt since joining up in the GAR. 

Wrecker reaches down and pulls your leg over his and it becomes even more comfortable. His arm that you’re laying on wraps around you and you move your head to his chest, which is somehow just as comfortable. It occurs to you that you probably won’t ever get to sleep this comfortably again, so you may as well enjoy it. And like he said… you aren’t taking advantage of this. Right?

The hyperspace and ship sounds lull you to sleep almost right away, and as sleep starts to take you, you think you feel Wrecker pull you even closer.

When you wake up, you find yourself still wrapped in Wrecker’s arms, practically on top of him. You realize that and then sit up. 

“Morning.” You hear Wrecker’s sweet voice and you rub your eyes, looking down at him.

“Good morning.” You smile. 

“Come back here.” He opens his arm again. 

You peek around the curtain and see that no one’s here, which means you’ve made it back to Kamino for your supply run. You lay back down in the crook of Wrecker’s arm, resting your hand on his warm chest and throwing your leg back over his own. 

You’re glad that Hunter’s not here so he can’t hear your heart absolutely racing against your chest. Can Wrecker feel it? 

Does he know how your heart beats only for him?

“Slept so good last night. Oughta sleep in your bunk like this more.” He tells you. 

You nod in agreement. “I agree. Anytime you want.” 

He smiles down at you and then looks at your hand on his chest. 

“D’you think maybe we could read more of that book. It was a really good story.” Wrecker requests.

You swallow and it sounds loud to your own ears. A spicier scene is about to come up, you know it. The princess and Jedi had gotten themselves into a tough situation where she was almost taken and now they’re hiding out and there’s a ton of sexual tension.

“Unless ya don’t want to, then we can get up and go meet the guys.” Wrecker offers, noticing you thinking.

You smile up at him. “Yeah, big guy. We can read more.”

He reaches up behind the pillow and grabs your datapad, handing it to you. You cuddle in close, getting comfortable again. His fingers trail down your arm, over your hand, until they settle on your hip. Heat courses through your veins and you try your best to keep a content sigh from escaping your lips. 

“A-alright.” You start reading again with a slightly shaky breath. 

When you get to the spicy scene, you pause for a moment and Wrecker looks down at you. 

“Y-you’re sure?” You murmur.

“Go on.” He squeezes your hip, sending electricity through your body.

You nod. “Right. Okay.”

So you continue reading, reading about how the princess gets down on her knees for Jedi . He tries to ask her if they should really be doing this but she tells him how badly she wants him. She needs him. He tells her the same. The Jedi  doesn’t stop her as she releases his length from his pants and starts to lick long stripes up it until she takes him in her mouth-

Your entire body is hot as you read and just when you think you’ve gotten used to the scene, you feel a twitch in Wrecker’s pants. It’s a normal reaction, of course. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t feeling a certain way about it as well. But still… It's hard to ignore. 

As you continue to read about the princess and Jedi knight starting to make love, it’s impossible to miss the tent in Wrecker’s pants becoming more evident. His grip on your hip tightens and you nearly combust right then. This was a monumentally horrible idea. 

When the chapter ends, you put your data pad down and lay there with him. Both of your chests are rising a little more rapidly. 

“That was uh…” Wrecker rubs a hand down his face and then clenches his hand, sitting it to his side. 

His grip on your hip never lessens, though.

“We better go find the guys.” You whisper. 

“Right, right. Yeah.” Wrecker nods. 

You start to get up to carefully climb over him, but he moves at the same time that you start to stretch a leg over the side and it causes you to fall on top of him. Your warmth lands roughly against his hardened length and you both groan loudly. 

His hands find both of your hips this time and he grips tightly. You stare at each other, both afraid to move. 

“Mesh’la…” Wrecker whispers, pupils blown wide. “Please…” 

“W-we shouldn’t…” You whisper, really wanting to give in, your hands on his firm chest, gripping the fabric of his bodysuit. 

He’s only begging like this because of his sexual frustration because of the book. It has nothing to do with you. But still… with the way he’s looking up at you… 

He tests the waters by guiding you over his length. You let out a needy whimper as your underwear rubs against your clit just right. 

“Do… do ya… want it?” His deep voice goes straight to your warmth and you can only let out a nod. 

He nods back up at you and starts to guide you slowly, painfully slow, over his length, the friction building up the most agonizing, yet delicious feeling against your clothed pussy. 

He lets out a strained groan. “Please, mesh’la… I’ll treat ya so good.” 

You believe him. Fuck… you really believe him. 

Wrecker watches as you lick your lips, completely hypnotized, needing to taste you. All of you. He doesn’t think he’s ever wanted something or someone so badly. 

As if the Force itself is dragging him upright, he pulls you against himself and kisses you with more passion than he’s ever felt toward any explosive ever. Which is a lot. But kissing you is like his very own firework. It’s explosive and beautiful and makes his heart hammer in his chest. 

When you and Wrecker pull apart, neither of you can stop smiling at the other. His smile makes you feel whole, like all of the parts that have ever been taken from you are put back together, by him. 

Both yours and Wrecker’s pupils are completely blown with lust… and something else. At least, for you it’s something else. Could he possibly feel the same way you do? 

“Will you let me, pretty girl?” He murmurs, starting to grind you back and forth over his now painfully hard length again. “Will you let me make you cum? Please… I’ll- I’ll make ya cum so good…” 

You’d let him do whatever he wanted to you at this point because Maker, he’s huge… and the sound of his voice is doing something to you. 

His cock is throbbing against your clothed core and you know that the only answer could be yes at this point, your silly rule be damned. 

With an eager nod, you can’t help but practically beg. “Fuck… Wreck… Please.” 

You could definitely come like this for him. But before you get the chance to find out, he carefully guides you over onto your back, opens the curtain and gets down onto the durasteel floors of the Marauder, falling to his knees. 

You watch with parted lips as he smirks up at you. He guides your pants and underwear down your legs, letting them fall to the floor. 

The others could walk in at any moment, you realize. But somehow… you just don’t think you care. Let them watch if they want. You need Wrecker. Now. 

He slides his hands up your bare legs, settling on your thighs and you take note of how huge they look against your own skin. 

“So kriffing pretty.” He grins before lifting your legs and guiding them over his shoulders, his large hands gripping your thighs, holding you in place.

“You’re pretty.” You stroke his hand, looking down at him.

He gives a flustered look and kisses your inner thigh, making you squirm a little bit. The way he looks up at you makes your insides flutter and you can’t help but guide his face toward your warmth. He gives you a satisfied smirk that says that he knows what you want… what you need. 

He does exactly what you need. He dives his tongue deep into your pussy, making you gasp loudly. Your hand flies to his head, holding him there. He lets out a deep chuckle against your warmth, vibrating against you. 

“Fuck cyar’ika… Knew you’d taste so good.” He murmurs before his lips latch onto your clit. 

Wet sounds below you lead you to realize you’ve never been this wet before. Not even when pleasuring yourself. 

“You- you knew? You think about it?” You whimper.

“Ev’ry night.” He grunts as he continues to taste and tease you until you’re a shaking mess.

He pushes your knees back to your chest, spreading your pussy with his fingers as he continues to eat you like a man starved.

The way his lips latch onto your clit has your back arching up off the bed and when he starts to hum, you’re immediately thrown over the edge with virtually no warning, gasping loud enough that it trails into a moan, echoing throughout the ship. 

“Maker… Knew you’d cum so pretty too…” He groans, kissing your cunt like a man in love, causing you to tremble. “Like an angel…” 

“Yeah?” You go warm all over. 

He nods, trailing his hands up and down your bare thighs. 

“Come here.” You murmur, guiding him back into the bunk with you. 

He gets back up into the bunk, hovering over you as he leans down and kisses you, causing you to taste your eagerness on his lips and tongue. You moan softly against his lips and he smirks into the kiss. “You like the way you taste?” He whispers, roughly.

You let out a needy whine, nodding. 

“Pretty girl…” He hums softly as he trails his lips down your jaw and neck, to your collarbone, making you grip his shoulders.

“Too clothed.” You complain, softly.

He chuckles softly and leans back on his knees to pull his shirt off, dropping it to the durasteel floor. You sit up slightly to pull your own shirt off. His eyes go wide momentarily at the sight of you and he comes back down to crush his lips to yours. 

“You’re perfect…” He whispers when he pulls away to sit back up to kick off his pants. 

The moment that you see his length, your jaw drops and you start to wonder if he’s going to fit. 

“I’ll go slow.” He promises you as he comes back to you, clearly reading your facial expressions as he hovers over you again. 

You nod, trusting him. You always have, and always will. Whether it’s out in the field or here in bed… 

“You still want it?” He asks, looking between the two of you.

“Yes.” You murmur, reassuring him. “Stars, yes.” 

He chuckles and kisses you again.

“Never gonna get tired of kissin’ ya.” He promises you, lifting a leg so he can get a better angle. 

“Makes two of us.” You grin up at him.

He starts to line his tip up with your entrance and the stretch around his tip alone makes you gasp.

“Ready?” He looks down at you.

“Please…” You look back up at him and he gives you his grin that makes you feel whole. Wrecker’s eyes glance back down at the way your pussy starts to take his tip easily and he can’t help the rough groan that escapes his lips. His grip on your thigh tightens as he starts to push into you a bit more. He looks to you for permission to slide in fully and you nod. “Please…” You whisper, clenching around him already.

He lets out a soft growl and pushes into you the rest of the way, making both of you let out a breathless moan. He grips your other thigh as he bottoms out. 

“Feels better than I coulda imagined…” He groans. “So good…” 

You nod in agreement, rather speechless. You’ve never felt so full just from a partner before so it almost feels like the first time all over again. 

“You okay?” He murmurs, looking down at you with a confident and knowing smile.

You nod again. “Perfect… Keep going, Wreck…” 

Wrecker pulls out just to push back in and you let out a needy gasp. He groans loudly and repeats the motion, clearly loving the reaction he can get out of you. 

One of his hands travels up to your breast to grope you tightly making you clench around him. He lets out a low growl and starts to speed up his thrusts. 

“Feels so good…” He grits between his teeth. 

All you can manage is an agreed whimper, which makes him smirk. 

“Shoulda had you read more books like that before…” He groans as his head falls back, his hands roaming to your hips to grip you tightly, basically using you to get himself off.

It’s the hottest thing you’ve ever seen. And heard. The wet sounds between the two of you is unlike anything you’ve ever experienced before. 

“Wrecker…” You beg softly.

“What is it, pretty girl?” He lets go of your hips and falls forward over you, burying his face in your neck, kissing and licking in a way that’s going to make you fall apart.

“Let me ride you…” You murmur, almost shyly. 

Wrecker pulls away from your neck to look at you and you can see his eyes darken. Wordlessly, he pulls out of you and rolls over onto his back so that you can climb on top of him. You waste no time sinking down onto his cock which makes the two of you groan loudly against each other. 

You grip his firm chest, steadying yourself so that you can grind against his hips, the new angle stretching you in a way that you’ve never had before. 

“So… big…” You gasp as you clench around him again. 

He smirks up at you, clearly pleased with himself as his hands find your waist, guiding you back and forth. 

“Wanna see you cum again… touch yourself…” He murmurs.

You go hot all over at his command and immediately do what you’re told. Your fingers fall down to your clit and you instantly clench around him.

“Atta girl.” He praises you, his voice low with need.

You let out soft whimpers and moans as you get closer and closer to finishing again. 

“Kriff… Look so pretty on top of me like that…” His hands grip your waist in a bruising manner, like he’s trying to hold back. 

You believe him when he says it. No man has ever looked at you the way that Wrecker looks at you. Like he… loves you…

“Maker, Wreck… I’m gonna…” You gasp. “Yeah you are… Go on mesh’la… cum for me again… Wanna feel it around my cock this time.” He practically begs.

Your fingers speed up on your clit, applying a little more pressure as you chase your orgasm that you desperately want to give Wrecker. 

“W-with me?” You ask, hoping he knows what you mean.

He nods. “Yes, ma’am.” 

You groan softly as you grip his firm broad chest with your free hand and end up moaning when he starts bouncing you up and down on his cock. Your head falls back as your moans get louder, more pleading. 

“That’s it, cyare… that’s it.” He groans as your orgasm is practically ripped from your body, causing your fingers to fall away from your clit so you can cup your hand over your mouth to keep from screaming. “Where-”

“In me…” 

“Kriff…” He groans as his hips still and he fills you with himself, causing you to fall forward against his chest.

You bury your face into his warm neck as you both pant against each other, trying to return your breathing to normal. He always smells like a warm sunny beach day and it’s intoxicating… comforting… You're both quiet for a while, his fingers trailing up and down your back. It’s the most calm you’ve felt in so long that you’re not ready to get up anytime soon. You just hope Wrecker’s brothers are willingly giving you privacy. 

“How are you feeling?” He asks you, softly. 

You rest your chin on the back of your hand, which is settled against his chest, and look up at him. “Perfect.” 

“Good. You are, ya know… perfect…” He murmurs, reaching and brushing his lips against your forehead.

You go warm again and reach up to brush your lips against his. His hand falls to your lower back, keeping you in place. 

“I’ve been waiting so long to do that…” He tells you.

“How long?” You smile sweetly at him as you brush your lips against his chest.

“Since the day you joined the squad…” He tells you, sheepishly.

“Me too.” You tell him, honestly.

“You have?” His eyebrows raise in surprise. 

You nod, grinning widely at him. “Of course I have.”

He crushes his lips to yours again and pushes you over onto your back, getting carried away, which you wouldn’t have a problem with except you hear footsteps coming up the hatch of the Marauder. 

“Kriff…” He groans, pulling the blanket up over the two of you so no one sees anything, not having time to pull the curtain closed. 

You hear Hunter and Echo’s chuckle but they don’t have anything to say… yet. Crosshair, however… 

“Looks like that reading really paid off for you, Wrecker.” Crosshair smirks as he walks by, taking note of the clothes discarded on the floor. 

You and Wrecker both roll your eyes and cuddle closer. For now, you won’t let anything ruin this moment between the two of you.

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[leapingbadger]

Cute!

Tmnt and Bad Batch

They fit so well together!! They have similar dynamics!!! I couldn’t help myself!!!! Click the pics to see comments!!!!

(Also, I used my own versions of the TMNT, sorry if that’s confusing)

[cloned-eyes]

every time you draw wrecker i'm literally always impressed. beautiful art always btw :)

thank you <3

here, have fish

[darth-memes]

[teesy738]

Fish smack!

“Who told you? Tell me!” “Do I look like a nark to you?” Wrecker snorted a laugh. “Used to.” Crosshair grabbed a small fish from their earlier catch and chucked it at Wrecker.

A scene from chapter 14 of my fanfic My Only Sunshine

https://archiveofourown.org/works/62419963/chapters/166981540

[littlemissmanga]

Oh sweet bad batch this is so good!

Jesse being a little shit is just too good. And the batch rising to his provocation is just so satisfying (hehe).

Not to mention the mouth watering spice!

Thank you for such an indulgent fic 😊

Shifting Loyalties NSFW

Word Count: 7.7k Pairings: The Bad Batch x fem!reader, Tech girlies you get an extra treat. Warnings: I'm not gonna lie y'all, this is smut with almost no plot. I can't list it all. I have no excuses, it's all the batch at once so that should give you an idea of what you're walking into. But no clonecest here. Barely proofread. Summary: The Bad Batch and you are supporting the 501st on a mission, where you are reunited with your old squad. The Batch get a bit jealous and Jesse fans the flame. NSFW

Fives is alive for this because, who doesn’t need more Fives and who doesn’t want to scream at canon sometimes.

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“It’s obnoxious is what it is.” Crosshair spat, biting down hard enough on his toothpick to snap it in two.

The source of his irritation was the scene unfolding amongst the men of the 501st. During another last-minute mission as General Skywalker's backup, you and Echo had settled in with your former squad before it was time to turn in for the night. Gathered in a loose circle were Echo, Rex, Jesse, Fives, Kix, and you, catching up while the Batch observed from a distance.

Perched on a crate, with Fives at your side leaning on an elbow and talking your ear off, you crossed your ankles and swayed your feet lightly, clearly enjoying the conversation. When Fives' hand casually landed on your thigh, emphasizing his point, Wrecker couldn't suppress a low groan.

"What's so special about those guys, anyway?" Wrecker grumbled, tossing a hand in your direction as a loud laugh escaped you. "I bet it's not even that funny!"

Paying as little attention to the situation as possible, Tech interjected, "There's nothing 'special' about them. It’s simply a shared history." He glanced up to see Fives stand a bit taller, gesturing animatedly as he dominated the conversation. Fives leaned closer to you, his hands gripping your knees for balance.

Logically, there was nothing wrong with their behavior. As Tech understood it, such comradery was not uncommon amongst the regs. Yet seeing you at the center of it set his teeth on edge.

Kix and Jesse had picked up on the Batch’s attitude the moment you stepped off the Marauder. Rex warmed up to the 99’s but the rest of the 501st maintained their distance. That distance solidified into distaste when you left the 501st to join the Batch.

As Rex and Echo broke away on their own, Jesse sidled up to your side, opposite of Fives, with Kix at his side. While Fives pulled every laugh out of you he could, Kix noticed the scowl Tech was leveling him and subtly nudged Jesse.

“Looks like we’ve got an audience.” Kix muttered.

Jesse glanced briefly towards the four Batch members who were watching intently. "Oh, really?" Jesse scoffed, his gaze sweeping over the group before returning to you with a renewed, cocky smile. “Well, then let’s give them something to look at.”

Hopping up next to you, Jesse leaned into your space to position behind your back and hovering over your waist. “Say, Shorty?” He finally interrupted Fives’ ramblings, getting the ARC trooper to push off of you.

“Oh!” You laughed. “Back to ‘Shorty’ are we?”

Fives crossed his arms and grinned, “Well, seeing as how you are shorter than us - you’ll always be a shorty to us.” He nodded towards his brothers at your side. You rolled your eyes, but the small smile tugging at you betrayed your enjoyment

Catching this, Jesse and Fives shared a knowing look, Fives briefly glancing at Jesse's hand still poised near your side. Fives then uncrossed his arms and nodded subtly.

“As I was saying…” Jesse continued, his tone teasing. “You ever get over that little twitch of yours?”

A confused look passed over you. With a small shake of your head you asked, “What ‘twitch?’”

Without warning, Jesse’s hand snapped to your side, his fingers wiggling into your ribs, eliciting a yelp as you jumped into him. In a desperate attempt to escape his tickling, you shimmied forward, laughing through the discomfort. The sudden movement toppled you off the crate, straight into Fives’ waiting arms. Without missing a beat, he caught you with one arm cradling your ass and the other holding you by your waist.

Jesse and Kix chuckled as you shoved against Fives, your feigned anger fooling no one. Kix leaned over to Jesse, musing, "Oh, they didn't like that one bit."

“Looks like someone should go lend them some comfort.” Jesse said sarcastically, sauntering off towards the four troopers.

From their side, the Batch watched on in disgust as you sat in Fives’ arms losing yourself in laughter. He hoisted you over his shoulder, bouncing you a couple of times for show, before setting you back on your feet.

"Show off," Hunter muttered under his breath, rolling his eyes as he turned from the spectacle. He gestured to his brothers with a brisk nod. "C'mon lads, let’s head inside." Despite the order, Tech, Wrecker, and Crosshair remained firmly in place as Jesse approached, his presence igniting further irritation.

A guttural growl rumbled from Crosshair as Jesse closed in, his tone playful yet provocative. "You're not heading out so soon, are you, fellas?" He jerked a thumb back in your direction, his grin sharp. "You’re missing all the fun over here."

“Oh goody.” Crosshair angled a mean smile at him, placing a toothpick between his lips. “Tell me, are all regs as dull as you?”

Maintaining his composure, Jesse leaned in slightly, his confidence unshaken. “With her smiling like that, I can’t say I’m too worried about being dull. We always kept her smiling. In fact, most nights with us ended with her being happy.” He casually rested a hand on his hip, his smirk widening. “Guess you fellas are only good with clankers.”

Tech, standing next to Crosshair, frowned deeply, his eyes flicking between the men of the 501st and you. His voice was sharp, clinical. “What exactly are you insinuating?”

Before Jesse could reply, Wrecker pushed forward, his massive frame towering as he stepped between his brothers. His voice was deep and menacing, each word dripping with threat., “Yeah, what are you in-sin-ua-ting?”

Jesse stepped closer, meeting the challenge and smirking up at the large clone. “I’m saying, we must’ve been doing something you aren't.” His gaze briefly flickering over to where you were mingling with others, finally realizing where Jesse had strayed off to. While he could, Jesse snuck in one more jab. “Guess Echo didn’t tell you everything. We were more than a squad to her.”

The implication ripped a growl from Crosshair, but before he could escalate the situation, your warm voice broke the tension. “You wouldn’t be causing trouble now, would you, Jesse?”

Jesse turned toward you with a feigned innocence, his chuckle light. “Of course not,” he replied smoothly. “Just catching them up on the old days.” As he clapped a hand on your shoulder and gave it a playful shake, he threw in, “Speaking of which, why don’t you bunk with us tonight, Shorty? It’ll be just like old times.”

His use of your nickname in front of your squad heated your face. From the noise Crosshair made, you were going to have trouble living that down.

With a laugh, you rolled his hand off your shoulder, your tone light but firm. “Oh, I don’t think so. I actually need to get some sleep.” You poked a finger into Jesse’s chest plate playfully yet pointedly. “Which I’m sure wouldn’t happen with your lot around.”

Wrecker's eyebrows flew up as he shot a look at Hunter, who wore a similarly stunned expression. They were just beginning to catch glimpses of your unfiltered self, and while they had suspected the men of the 501st were trying to rile them up, they never dreamt of the level of intimacy you just admitted to.

Seeing you banter so comfortably with the regs, with laughter and playful jabs, left the Batch glowering. For the first time in their lives, they were truly jealous of these regs. They were getting used to being the closest to you, the ones you leaned on during missions, and this unexpected side of you—closer with regs than them—struck a chord.

“Let’s go, lads.” Hunter ordered with a firmness that turned your head. You knew your squad was on edge with the regs, but Hunter sounded almost angry. He left without another word and his brothers trailed behind shortly after. Crosshair was the last to leave, flicking his toothpick past Jesse, barely missing his face.

Watching them retreat to the makeshift barracks adjacent to the 501st’s, you turned to Jesse, your expression one of exasperation. "What did you do?" you demanded.

Jesse put his hands up innocently, saying, “Not my fault your squad doesn’t like to share.”

Share? Weighing the worth of further questioning him against checking in with the Batch, you grumbled in frustration and pointed a warning finger at your former squadmate, “You’re just as bad.” Not allowing him to get under your skin as well you made for your barracks. 

You walked in on the Batch quietly conversing, standing around Wrecker as he sat on a bottom bunk. Out of the lot, Tech and Wrecker turned slightly to see you walking in their direction. You gave a little wave as you neared. The conversation fell silent the nearer you got, widening your nervous smile. They are not happy, you inwardly groaned

Attempting to break the tension you said in a light tone, “Can’t believe we’re actually sleeping in the barracks.” Pulling up to the corner of Wrecker’s bunk, you leaned against the post, arms crossed. “Echo will be pleasantly surprised.”

Crosshair snorted, “It fits. He’s full of surprises.” His odd response, again, pinched your brows.

Widening your eyes and raising your brows in the awkward moment, you flared your fingers out around your arms. “Well, I’ll just pick a bunk.”

You pushed off the bunk only for Wrecker to catch you by the elbow and tug you into his lap, teetering on his thigh, with a hand at the small of your back.

You twisted in your spot to smile at Wrecker, who was looking unexpectedly bashful. “What’s all this?” They boys had only recently started toeing past physical boundaries, this was a bit of a jump for them. Further trying to dissipate the tension, you rocked into Wrecker with your hip. “Scared of sleeping alone suddenly?”

Wrecker swallowed hard, his eyes darting briefly to his brothers as if seeking support or reassurance.

Maintaining a polite, albeit confused, smile you followed his line of sight.. While Tech kept his nose in his datapad, Crosshair stepped up next to Hunter, prompting the Sergeant to step forward and take a knee in front of you.

Hunter's gaze was heavy as he took a deep breath, then slowly lifted his eyes to meet yours. The intensity there caused you to catch and hold your breath, something going taut between you.

"We've been thinking," Hunter began, his voice cautious, as if testing the waters. His hand gently came to rest over your knee, his touch causing you to straighten instinctively, pressing you further into Wrecker’s lap. Until then, you had almost forgotten your position with Wrecker, but his large hand then settled more firmly around your waist.

The dual sensation of their touches sent a shiver through you, a subtle tremble that Wrecker evidently felt too, eliciting a soft, strained noise from him.

“There’s something we’d like to do for you.” Hunter smiled, his hand sliding north of your knee.

You went stock still, eyes blown wide as Hunter leaned in. You shot a look at Crosshair to find him twirling a toothpick between his fingers with a satisfied smile. Next to him, Tech caught your eyes. Where Hunter’s eyes had stilled you, Tech’s thrilled you. You were happy to be seated with Wrecker, because having Tech’s full attention made you feel weak.

“What’s that?” You asked, voice just above a whisper, as you broke away from Tech to find Hunter still watching you. You heart jumped into your throat when Hunter’s thumb smoothed over your inner thigh.

“Have you ever thought about-” Hunter paused, clearing his throat to cover up his hesitation. Slowly and calmly he started again, “Have you ever thought about spending the night with us?”

“I already-”

“Think a little harder.” Crosshair cut you off with an amused tune. Your eyes snapped to Crosshair and, somehow, the arrogance in his stance filled you in on Hunter’s meaning. Heat flared through you, flushing your face so quickly you knew even your ears were red. 

On more than one occasion you’d found release lost in the fantasy of being the center of their attention. Every time you witnessed them sans armor you had to manually breathe through professionalism.

Again you looked to Hunter, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth with a slow nod. Hunter dipped his head, hiding the way his smile widened. Barely lifting his head, he chuffed and followed up with, “Would you like to spend tonight with us?” 

You were able to swallow the whine in your throat enough to nod another affirmative. Hunter opened his mouth but was interrupted by Tech.

“That will not suffice.” Both you and Hunter looked to Tech for clarification. Tech adjusted his goggles but shook his head. “If this is something you want, you will need to agree to what we are asking verbally.” Your legs squeezed together at Tech’s stern tone.

You felt Hunter’s gaze shift back to you, but you eyes were trained on Tech. A smile, wobbly and excited, fluttered over your lips. “Yes,” Heat pooled between your legs, you squirmed in Wrecker’s lap, and you said. “I want to spend the night the night with you guys.”

Wrecker’s other hand found your side, firming his grip to hold you in place. He laughed through his nerves, “Watch it with that.”

Suddenly, you became very aware of where you were seated in his lap. Pushed back over his knee, just an inch or so from his crotch. If you twisted even the slightest you’d pressed him. With intent, you carefully turned into him to offer a smile. As Wrecker groaned against the pressure of your leg you offered a half-assed apology. 

Wrecker took one look at you and crashed his lips into yours. A moment of shock hit you before your started moving against him, melting into the feel of his tongue against yours. When Wrecker leaned you back and deepened the kiss, a little needy noise escaped you 

It was enough for Crosshair to kick Wrecker’s foot.  “Ease up.” Crosshair. Wrecker did indeed ease up, breaking the kiss and leaving you dazed and panting in his eyes.

“Sorry,” He chuckled, lifting a thumb to wipe your lips dry. “Got a lil excited there.”

All you could manage was a hum as he righted you in his lap. Hunter tilted his head back, his smile turning into a challe, “You sure wanna do this?”

You answered by sliding from Wrecker’s knee onto his, slipping your arms around his neck, and stopping just as your lips hovered over his. Lightly squeezing his thigh between yours, you said on a breath. “I’ll only say it once more. I want this.” Grinding onto him, you added. “Badly.”

Catching his lips in a slow kiss, you moved with his hands as they found your hips and pressed you harder onto his knee. With every brush of your clit against him, an ache, hot and desperate, grew in your core. The sound of shuffling armor only reached you as Hunter tapped your thigh, easing you back into reality. “Let’s get you out of those clothes.”

Eager to continue as quickly as possible, you bounced off of Hunter’s knee to make quick work of your attire. By the time you were down to your underthings they were all down to their blacks in some way. Tech’s was still zipped up, Crosshair and Hunter had theirs stripped to the waist, and Wrecker was stepping out of his. 

Just the sight of them fully dressed was enough to fluster you, finally seeing them bare made you feel downright feral. 

Wrecker stepped over to you, his already erect cock swaying with him. Your mouth went dry at his size, though it was fitting for a man of his stature. He tilted his head with a grin and gestured for the bunk behind you.

As you sat, you came face to face with his massive member before he dropped to a knee. The idea of taking him first, after not having anyone for a long time, thrilled you as much as it intimidated you. A warm body pressed against your back as a pair of long legs, still dressed in black, appeared on either side of you.

Wrecker hooked his fingers into your panties and pulled them off as Tech, in a low tone, said into your ear, “He’s going to warm you up.” 

The chill his voice sent through you hit at the same time Wrecker’s tongue slid over you. Arching into Tech, you whined as Wrecker picked up a steady pace of long flat licks that ended with covering your clit with his mouth. 

Tech wormed a hand between your bodies to discard your bra and give him access to your chest. Gloved hands cupped around your breasts, gently tracing the shape of them before rolling your nipples between his fingers.

Your entire body tensed as Tech played with your nipples. From between your legs, Wrecker chuckled as he slid his middle finger into you, “Oh, she likes that.” The ache Hunter had ignited grew as Wrecker kissed and sucked on your clit while working his finger into you.

“Is it true that you enjoy this?” Tech asked, applying more pressure as you writhed against him.

“Yes,” You barely managed to pant as you quickly reached your peak. “I do, I do, I-”

As you tightened around Wrecker’s finger, he suddenly broke away from you, leaving you empty and at the painful edge of release. “Not yet.” Wrecker left a kiss on your inner thigh as you grabbed to pull him back, only stopped by Tech holding you against him.

“Not yet.” Tech repeated sternly, again stilling you with his voice in your ear.

Wrecker stood as Tech slid out from behind you. Wrecker took his place, positioning you on top of his lap to spread your knees with his. Taking his finger, still wet with you, he traced your slit all the way to your ass. You were starting to tense at the sensation when Wrecker cooed as he slid his finger into you. “Don’t worry, I gotcha.”

Spread wide as Wrecker fingered you, Hunter could see how badly you ached to be filled. With each stroke of Wrecker’s finger, you visibly clenched. Hunter finally released the length of him when you pressed a hand over your mouth to restrain a moan.

Crosshair stepped in to pull your hand away, letting the tail end of your noises loose. “They could hear.” You whined louder than you wanted.

Crosshair held your face in his hand, angling you to face him. With a hand braced on the top bunk, Crosshair leaned down to your eye level. Sucking on a tooth, he smirked as his eyes roamed your writhing form. Meeting your gaze again he gave you a gentle shake as he practically purred, “Then let’s give them something to listen to.”

He’d distracted you enough that Hunter’s sliding into between your legs startled you. Crosshair released your face when Hunter’s cock made contact with you. You leaned forward for a glimpse of him. His swollen head slid over you until he brushed up passed your clit. Precum leaked from him and slid down to mix with your own wetness. Hunter traced you a few times before he tipped your chin up. 

Lined up with you, Hunter asked, “Ready?” Wrecker buried his finger in you as they both waited for your answer.

“Hunter, please.” You quickly whined, bracing your hand on his shoulders, truly desperate to be filled with him.

Hunter leaned in and rolled his hips into you, slowly breaching you until he was completely inside. “You feel,” Huntered groaned, “So good.” As he started pulling out, Wrecker timed his fingers with him. 

Standing within reach of you, Crosshair pulled himself free of his blacks as he watched on. Your attention only pulled away from where you and Hunter were joined when you caught sight of Crosshair stroking himself.

Your noises grew in volume as the Hunter and Wrecker filled you over and over. Only a few strokes in and your toes were already curlling. Feeling your sudden grip, Hunter fully sheathed himself in you as Wrecker left you empty.

“You good?” Hunter asked in a strained voice as he throbbed within you.

You nodded, a blissful smile flashing over you. “Really good.” 

Beneath you, Wrecker squirmed to reposition himself, even raising you out of his way as he did. You heard Wrecker spit but couldn’t tell what on. Hunter pulled you against him for support as Wrecker pressed up against your ass and slid over its entrance. You tried to whip around but Hunter held you firm. 

Pressing a kiss into your neck, Hunter mumbled, “Tell us to stop and we will.”

While Wrecker waited, throbbing against you, Hunter lightly rocked his hips, moving just enough to rub into your cervix. You watched Crosshair’s head angle to get a view of your ass, then your heaving chest, before settling back on your eyes. He continued stroking himself, smirk growing as a needy expression flooded you. 

You swallowed hard when precum spilled out of Crosshair’s cock. “Keep going.” You moaned, granting Wrecker the permission to pull you down onto him. Your body went taught when the flare of his glans pushed past your threshold. Inhaling, you whined and waited for more of Wrecker.

You only waited a second longer before you were grinding yourself over him, not only taking more of Wrecker but grinding farther onto Hunter. “That’s a good girl.” Wrecker sighed happily as he leaned back on one hand and supported your ass as you moved over him. 

The two of them had you completely filled, stretching you in a way that made you see stars. You knew you’d never be the same after feeling this. Hunter angled your hips enough that each thrust pushed into your G-spot. Each of their thrusts had you whimpering louder as you felt the ache in your core tighten.

Giving your ass cheek a firm grasp, Wrecker’s head fall back in ecstacy. It took everything in him to not move faster and push harder into you. He wanted to feel you make you come completely undone around him, break apart for him even, but he sat back and let you pleasure yourself on him.

Eyes still on Crosshair, you extended an open hand to him, urging him closer. The sniper snorted but obliged you, giving you full access to his body. Resting back on Wrecker, you let Hunter take over the rhythm as you pulled Crosshair closer. 

Swiping a thumb over Crosshair’s slit, his precum spilled over you. Crosshair ran a hand over your hair and around to your jawline. “Of course that’s not enough for you,” Crosshair mused. His cock, thick in your hand, had a small patch of silver hair at its base you brushed as you pumped your hand over him.

Each deliberate move of your hand challenged Crosshair’s composure. He clenched his jaw to hide the pleasure he felt. His resolve cracked as his eyes fluttered and he leaned in to your grasp.

The rare sight of Crosshair’s softened features made you whimper and writhe in Hunter’s hold. Your tightening grip rushed Hunter to his limit. He rested his forehead in the crook of your neck. “Mesh’la, keep doing that and I won’t last much longer.” 

Allowing himself a few shallow thrusts, Wrecker groaned, “I’m right there too.” He’d barely gotten the words out when Wrecker groaned loudly, pumping hard into you as he throbbed and lost control.

Hunter picked up his pace until he quickly pulled out and, a second later, coated you in cum. His hips kept rocking against you, rubbing over your clit and fueling the ache in your core. “Right there, right there.” You encouraged him as he kept moving over you until completely emptied himself. 

With Wrecker still throbbing inside you, paired with the sudden pressure on your clit, your orgasm hit you hard. It wracked your body until your legs quivered. Fucked into an euphoric state, you leaned towards Crosshair, still aching for pleasure. You’d never dreamt this would be a reality and you were quickly becoming greedy. 

“Easy now,” Wrecker murmured and, as gently as he could, eased out of you. Without him and Hunter, you felt emptier than ever before. 

Hunter scooted back enough to sit back on his knees, panting and pushing his hair back out of his face. He watched as Wrecker pressed a kiss to your shoulder and helped you crawl over his legs to face Crosshair.

Prying your mouth open with a thumb, Crosshair hummed down to you, “If you want a taste, you better do it quickly.” A chill ran down your spine as Crosshair pulled you by your mouth, guiding you to the tip of his cock. 

You stuck your tongue out to swirl around his head. He hissed as you eagerly took him into your mouth, bobbing over him and swiping your tongue side to side as you did. As promised, Crosshair only allowed you a small taste of him before pulling you off him.

He knelt to your eye level, crouching on the balls of his feet, to ask, “Do you want more?” 

Your brows pulled together and a lazy smile lifted your lips. “I want you, Crosshair.”

Crosshair stilled for a moment, something striking a chord in him. His eyes quickly scanned yours before he caught your lips in a fast, hurried kiss. He broke the kiss just enough to murmur against your lips, “On your knees.”

The sniper helped you to your feet and got you onto the neighboring bunk. He guided you onto your hands and knees, facing his brothers. There was no teasing nor dragging out the moment. No, Crosshair immediately lined himself up with you, leaned over to cage you in his arms, and whispered, “I’ve wanted to do this for a long time.” 

In one smooth thrust, Crosshair buried himself inside of you, immediately taking up a steady pace as he fucked you into the bunk. Crosshair draped himself over you, sneaking a hand around you and right to the apex of your thighs. 

“Incoming.” Tech chimed from across the room. 

Crosshair held you in place as the barracks door swooshed open and Echo walked in. A drop of panic hit your stomach when Echo’s sweeping look found you. Confused, horror overtook the cyborg and as he hurried over.

Nearly stumbling over Hunter, still regaining his composure on the floor, Echo ripped around to you. “Crosshair, what do you think you are doing?!”

Crosshair pushed off of you, straightening to posture over you and face Echo. Using your hips as leverage, Crosshair slowed his pace and confidently answered, “Whatever what she wants.”

Echo’s expression went stunned as he knelt in front of you. Slightly dazed, flushed, and cum covered, you tucked your face into the mattress in a rush of embarrassment. Still, you whined each time Crosshair’s hips hit yours. 

Echo reached a concerned hand out, encouraging you to lift yourself again. His eyes searched yours, but you were too far gone to do anything but reach for the man in front of you. You ran your hand as far down Echo’s torso as you could and turned to press a kiss into his palm. “Echo.” His name came out on a moan that brought heat to his cheeks. 

“Looks like there is something else she wants.” Crosshair chuckled behind you. He leaned back over you, bringing his mouth to your ear but holding Echo’s stare. “Why don’t you tell Echo what you want?”

You could barely think through Crosshair’s relentless thrusting and the rhythm of his fingers. “Echo.” His eyes slid to you to catch you kissing his hand again. “I want to taste you.” Licking the length of his hand, you wrapped your mouth around his forefinger.

Echo had been growing hard from the moment he saw your bare skin until the softness of your mouth got him instantly hard. Glancing between you, Echo kept an eye on the hand still reaching for him and slowly brought his hips to meet your touch.

As you pried off his codpiece with one hand, Echo assisted in pulling himself out of his underlayer. 

You pulled Echo by his thigh so that he overshadowed your face. Starting at his base, where his balls met his shaft, you flattened your tongue and ran it up the length of him. Reaching his tip, you steadied him with your hand. 

Echo mumbled under a grunt as you moved your mouth over him, “Oh, stars.” 

The taste of Echo narrowed your focus on him, seeking to hear his pleasure. When Crosshair heard your own muffled moans, felt them with his chest against your back, he lifted off you. He traced a finger down your spine, feeling you arch into his touch as he went.

Echo was still adjusting to the reality he’d walked into when you started working your hand in tandom with your mouth. His hand flew to your head, his fingers threading into your hair. He couldn’t help himself as he kept his hand firm and met your rhythm with his own. You slackened into him as he pushed against the back of your throat.

The way you twitched around Crosshair, pulled a moan from him. Sensing your little struggle as you tried to take more of Echo, Crosshair again reached for your clit. “Relax.” He whispered as his hand made lazy circles around you.

Sliding off of Echo you swallowed and looked up to find him watching you with wide eyes and mouth slightly open. You didn’t look away as you opened wider and took him into your mouth. With a deep breath you relaxed as best you could and pushed him to the back of your throat. Moaning around him you pressed on until you felt him squeeze down your throat.

A moan, breathless and low, finally escaped Echo and he held you fast against him. The sounds you’d worked so hard for twisted that familiar ache in your core. Your eyes watered against the pressure as his cock twitched in your throat. You tasted him spilling inside you as he came undone. 

Crosshair grunted, shuddering as you clenched down on him. Unwilling to finish before you did, Crosshair focused his touch on your clit into light, fast strokes.

You tapped Echo repeatedly until he pulled his softening cock out of you. Gasping for air your fell onto your elbows, head hanging over the side of the bunk. Face down, ass up you sounded on the verge of tears as you warbled, “Cross, I can’t. I’m gonna-”

His thrusts become long, slow, and angled right into the soft spot inside you. “Go on then.” Crosshair urged you on. “We all want to hear you.”

The low tone of his voice finished you. Your eyes rolled back and you cried out as you lost yourself in Crosshair’s hold. He continued pushing you through your release as long as he could until Crosshair had to pull out. Gripping your hips tight, he thrust one final time against you and sent ropes of his cum down your back. In the throws of his own pleasure, his groans matched yours in volume.

It took a few moments for your both to settle back into the present. Your legs were so weak that you were at Crosshair’s mercy to keep you upright. He felt you relax and sag into his him, prompting him to gently lay you to rest on your side. He brushed your hair out of your face, letting you look up at him without moving your head.

He watched you pant a second longer, swallowed and asked, “You okay?”

A little smile came to you. You coughed out an affirmative hum, and warmly croaked, “More than okay.”

Echo came around to your side, looking over you with concern. “What can we do?”

“Relax.” Hunter, already half dressed, came behind Echo and gestured casually towards another area. “Tech’s on it.” His gaze softened as he smiled down at you over Echo’s shoulder. “You really are something.”

His praise sent a wave of warmth through you, though you could only muster a pleasant hum in response, your energy still recovering.

“Tech’s gonna help you get cleaned up. That okay with you?” Hunter waved someone, presumably Tech, over. 

Taking a deep breath, you raised onto your elbow. Tech was indeed inbound carrying some supplies and still full dressed. Suddenly you felt as bare as you were. You couldn’t look away, but gave Hunter the nod he and Crosshair needed to step away.

“C’mon boys, let’s give her some privacy.”

Echo looked you over once more, nodded and followed his brothers lead.

Soon it was just you and Tech in the quiet. For most of what happened, you’d lost track of Tech. Who had, by the looks of it, had steered completely clear of the scene.

Tech settled down next to you, placing a stack of necessities beside your head—clothes, towels, all topped with a bowl of water. You pushed yourself up to a sitting position with one hand, inspecting the items he had brought. “Thank you,” you mumbled shyly, the simple kindness in his preparation bringing some softness you very much needed.

“Sit up.” Tech instructed as he brought the water closer. You followed his order, positioning yourself with your back slightly turned. Looking over your shoulder, you watched Tech dip a small towl in the water before bringing it to your shoulder.

The towel was cool against your flushed skin. Jumping you said through a chill, “That’s cold, Tech.”

“You do not want warm water for this.” Tech said matter-of-factly. “Heat will denature the proteins in the se-”

“Oh! I didn’t know that.” You said quickly, cutting him off while also doing terrible job at covering your embarassment.

Tech rotated between wiping your back and ringing out the towel. When silence again fell over you, Tech asked softly. “Are you in any pain?”

You thought for a moment, doing a mental sweep of your body, and replied, “No, I’m okay.” You squeezed your eyes shut hearing yourself stuttering your words.

Tech immediately questioned you again, “Are you having regrets?”

You flinched to turn around, but kept your back to him. “No.” You replied softly. It went quiet again as Tech did a final swipe of your back.

“Now turn around.” Tech swapped out the towel for a fresh one as you slowly turned to face him. 

Again, Tech dampened the cloth and brought it to your skin, the cool touch hitching your breath. As his hands carefully wiped your skin, he observed your slow, controlled breathing. His eyes darted to yours. 

“You are uncharacteristically silent.” Tech noted bluntly with no follow up theory as to why.

Shoving your nerves to a manageable level, you blurted out, “Why didn’t you join?”

Tech’s hand stilled, but he kept your gaze for a beat. Moving to dampen the towel, he followed it with his eyes. He shrugged, saying, “Not really my thing.”

Your stomach dropped at his simple dismissal. Under your breath you said, “Oh.” 

You kept watching Tech as he brought the towel back to your chest. When it came time to wipe your breast, Tech found your gaze again. He flattened his hand under the cloth and ran his whole hand over your breast, his thumb catching on your nipple.

A brazen surg hit you and you pushed, “So, I’m not really your thing?”

Tech pulled back slightly with his hand wiping you. Raising a brow he asked cautiously, “My thing?”

Despite slightly regretting your line of questioning, your fingers fidgeted together as you clarified, “As in, you’re not interested in being with me.”

His wariness faded as he focused back on his work, again rinsing the towel. “That… is not entirely accurate.” He lowered the towel down between your breasts to your stomach. He wore a cocky smile as he said, “Besides, something such as after care requires a more delicate touch.”

You caught his hand before he made it to your navel. “Then what would be entirely accurate?”

Tech looked up through his goggles, his lip pulling to the side as he weighed what to say next. He wanted to make sure he was indeed being entirely accurate as he confessed, “I’m not interested in being with you in the company of others.”

His insinuation caught you off guard. Sitting a little more upright, your angled your head for a better view of those brown eyes. “So… you do want me?”

Tech’s head sagged slightly as he deadpanned. “Well, of course I do.” In your surprise, you released Tech’s hand and allowed him to finish wiping you down.

Steeling yourself against the warmth following his touch, you prodded further, “What if it was just you and I?”

Missing the subtlety behind you question, Tech simply replied, “That would be different for me.”

“It’s just you and I now, Tech,” You reminded him, voice barely above a whisper.

He was mid rinse when he heard you. The thought caused him to pause only for a moment before he wrung the towel out and turned back to you. Tech didn’t move to touch you. Instead, he muttered, “I did consider that, but I was not certain such an arrangment would interest you.”

Unable to let the chance pass, you grabbed Tech’s wrist again and flat out admitting, “It very much interests me.”

His attention fell to your hold on him for a moment. Gently he pulled out of your hand, moving the cool towel between your legs. Leaning closer as the fabric met your skin, Tech asked, “Does it interest you right now?”

“Well, of course it does.” You repeated his words in an impression of him. He hadn’t anticipated the sudden playfulness in your voice, but it brought a small smile to Tech.

Carefully, he wiped you clean, noting the movement in your face as he found every sensitive bit. When he was satisifed with his work, Tech set all the items he brought on the floor. He sat in front of you, one leg over the side of the bunk, and adjusted his goggles as he took in the full view of you. “You are beautiful," He marveled.

You got to your knees and scooted closer. With bated breath you asked what you've wanted to for weeks, “Can I kiss you?”

Tech blinked once, then twice before responding, “Given the circumstances, that wouldn’t be unwarranted.” There was a hint of sarcasm in his voice that forced a smile from you.

Your reaction pulled a mirrored smile from Tech that had crawling into his lap. With no restraint, you moved in to kiss him. Pecking him with feverish kisses, Tech quickly relaxed into your rhythm to deepen the sensation. It seemed he'd been waiting just as long as you.

His hands slid around to your back and tugged you against him. You held Tech’s face in your hands and ran your tongue across his bottom lip. It took little coaxing for Tech to give you access to his mouth, eagerly meeting your tongue with his.

You sat intertwined, blissfully lost in the taste of each other and comfortable in each other’s hold. Tech hardened beneath you and the angle your were sat on Tech had your crotch directly against his. The realization hit you both at the same time as started moving against one another.

The friction of his blacks made the pressure between your legs that much more mind numbing. Moaning into your kiss, you retreated a fraction with Tech chasing your lips. “Get out of this.” You managed to say.

Tech straightened himself while keeping you in his lap and his mouth on yours. Without breaking away from you, he peeled out of his blacks. Only when he couldn’t budge them farther did Tech pull away. You both were desperate for air, but more desperate for each other.

Dodging Tech’s hands, you helped him the rest of the way out of the clothing and hurried back into his lap. Tech leaned back against the bed post when you were saddled on top of him. With Tech’s assistance you raised yourself over him. The natural curve of his cock allowed you to line up with him without your hands. 

You tried to lower yourself, but Tech’s hand on your ass held you in place. “May I record this?”

Without question you nodded. After he tapped the side of his goggles, he returned your nod and released his hold on you. 

As soon as he eased up you sunk onto him. The sudden fullness of him immediately brightening your smile. Tech firmed his grip on your back, pulling you and your clit against his abdomen. “I’d like you to start slow.”

You gave in to his request, supporting yourself on his shoulders as you patiently rolled your hips. He had you pressed against him in a way that constantly stimulated you, sending more warmth between your legs. When he felt what it did to you, heard his name on your tongue, he started moving beneath you, saying almost in warning, “I’m going to move faster.”

Tech was stronger than you'd imagined, effortlessly sliding you over him and thrusting into you from below. The pace at which you moved against each other, completely intertwined, quickly sent you into delirium. He pressed against you in every way, against the walls of your pussy and the ache in your clit. By the grip you had on Tech, there was no hiding your rising ecstasy.

“That-” Tech grunted out, leaning you further so you were completely against him. “Must feel good.” His tone was confident, arrogant even and it made you want to fuck him until he couldn’t speak.

Still, your new position gave Tech the leverage he needed to find your G-spot. As he grazed it, you cried out his name, encouraging him to maintain that specific angle. “Tech! Keep going right there, please.” Your encouragement ended in pleading.

Doing exactly as you asked, Tech held you in place and drilled into you. Keeping a careful, steady rhythm that in moments took you right to the edge of an orgasm and shoved you right over.

You couldn’t speak as you shook in Tech’s arms. Every inch of you quaked as a softer wave of heat spread through you. Lolling against Tech, he held you close and he rocked you both forward.

Still seated inside you, Tech rested you onto your back with your legs hooked behind him. Turning your cheek with a kiss, Tech exposed your neck. He pumped into you while he trailed kisses to your ear.

“This is the only way I’ll have you.” Tech purred into your ear. You locked your ankles and pulled Tech deeper inside you. Tech noticably throbbed and chuckled softly, “That is not going to help me last.”

You used your legs as leverage to move over him, humming, “Good, I don’t want you to.”

Tech pulled back to flash you smirk. “In that case…” He rested a elbow by your head, held you by your waist and pulled out to thrust back into you. “I’m already close. You need to tell me where you want me.”

Feeling him deep inside you made it an easy decision. You pressed him with another kiss as you said, “Inside.”

Tech rocked hard into you, thoroughly filling you as he came inside you. The two of you settled into each other, spent and panting through mutual trembling. 

“Well,” Tech took a deep breath and pushed up over you. “Let’s get cleaned up.”

After all the heat died down and you were all in fresh clothes, you laid out on your cot with an arm over your eyes. In their respective cots, Crosshair and Echo lounged on the edge of sleep while Wrecker and Hunter and Tech were quietly chatting.

Before the night ended you had one last relentless question.

Popping up on an elbow, you looked towars the still awake men. “Hunter?” You singled out the leader. Once you caught his eye you asked, “What caused all that?” The silence that fell pulled a suspicious smile from you.

With his back to you, Crosshair snorted, broadening your smile. You laughed and asked again, “What?” 

Wrecker groaned, rolling his head back. “It was the regs.”

Echo immediately perked up, twisting to exchange a look with you. “What about them?” Echo asked warily.

Hunter sighed, “Jesse told us about how they used to…” He took a deep breath and rolled his hand as he continued, “Make you happy, let’s say.”

“And Echo knew.” Wrecker grumbled.

“Wait-” You and Echo tried interjecting, but Tech cut in.

“Not to mention you said how you wouldn’t get any sleep with them.”

When the dots connected for you, you covered your mouth, hung open, with a hand but couldn’t back the laugh that bubbled out of you. 

From his cot, Echo covered his face with a groan, “Oh, no.”

Even Crosshair now sat up, exchanging confused looks with Tech, Wrecker, and Hunter.

Crosshair glanced at you and with an annoyed undertone he asked, “What?” He clearly did not like being on the outside of whatever you and Echo knew.

You shook your head and couldn’t fully answer through your laughter. “I never…”

Echo waved his prosthetic in the direction of the wall shared with the 501st. “We never did any of that. Jesse was just getting under your skin.” He groaned again, looking upwards and  begging the Force for help. Gesturing in your direction he added, “And we wouldn’t get any sleep because they’d never stop yapping.”

You took deep breaths to settle down as Crosshair started chuckling. 

“In retrospect, that is the more plausible option.” Tech said, shocked Jesse got the better of him. 

Collapsing on your bunk, you called out warmly, “For the record, I am much happier as a part of this squad.”

Crosshair got the last word in, scoffing the last of his humor away, “Better be.”

taglist: @bruh-myguy-what @baddest-batchers @psychrebel I hope specifically hope this makes you happy

[verycorrect-tbbquotes]

Omega: I’m friendly, I’m loyal, I’m energetic, I… I just described a dog, didn’t I?

Wrecker: Well, yeah, but people love dogs.

[cc-cobalt-1043]

Just discovered today that I have Vertigo and boy was it unpleasant.

On the bright side it gave me an idea for a headcannon about Wrecker.

What if Wrecker has vertigo and not only does he hate heights because he's afraid of them, but because they also make him feel really unwell too.

[inkybyl]

I’d let him Order 66 me.

I ain’t gonna lie I preferred this before the backgrounds 🥲 (I’m still learning but not quick enough)

[zealfruity]

Hello :D

If you're still taking requests, would you be alright with drawing Wrecker? Your art is absolutely amazing and the way you draw clones is just so good!

Here's the guy! Finding something funny on Pabu.

Thank you!! Means a lot, I do my best.

[feral-ferrule]

GAR Goth Night, Choy and Una’s Night Out

Veetch/ force sensitive OC Choy, Tech/Twilek OC Una plus cameos from GGN

Rating: sfw

Word Count <2000

An Elaboration from this

A continuation of this and this

Story and art under the cut

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Vetch and Hexx disappeared into the crowd, blending in with the bodies and lights and haze from the fog machine that had been kicked on. Choy felt a tap on her shoulder.

“Can you ‘elp me with the other big feathers?” Una, her tall Twilek friend, leaned down once again to bring her fontage arrangement within Choy’s reach. “Zey are all loose and annoying.”

“I’ll leave the little ones. How’s that?” Choy secured a couple flowers in the gap left by the feathers which she handed to Una as she stood up.

“Ahh so much better, thank you, Choy.” Una absent mindedly tugged and twirled one of her lekku and looked around at the people around her.

Choy’s eye was caught by a flash of white and the red glow of a small low light camera. There was a group of men of different sizes standing off to the side, one was huge. “Hey let’s go introduce you to Tech! You two should get a picture together at least!”

“Who eez Taeck?”

“Teh-“ Choy emphasized the short vowel, “Tech. Short for technical or technically. He’s one of clone force 99. The Bad Batch. You were staring at him when we got here. The one in white,” Choy explained as they skirted the walls of 79’s rather than cut across the throng. At the back door there was a clone with half white hair smoking a death stick. He took in the sight of them and squinted. Choy arched an eyebrow and pulled on Una’s hand.

“Oh, Tehhhch,” Una practiced. “He eez a clone? He does not look much like one,” she whispered to Choy as they got closer.

Tech was scanning the crowd and pressing a button on the side of his goggles. Wrecker was just behind him and had noticed the Twilek staring. He said something to Tech, who continued to scan the room opposite the girls.

“No, over there, 9 o’clock!” Wrecker grabbed the top of Tech’s head and twisted it to face him towards Una.

Choy snickered at Wrecker’s tactic, “🎵Una, he’s looking at you🎶,” she said letting her voice rise up and down in a singsong, “let’s go do introductions.” Choy pushed her around and forward.

Wrecker and Tech watched as Una approached. Tech swallowed hard. “Hey guys!” Choy cheered up at the tall clones.

“Choy!” Wrecker boomed, scooping her up in a bear hug.

“Aw you brought Lula!” Choy said, “fancy hat you got there big guy.” Wrecker set her back on the floor gently and she straightened her corset

“Aw, well, yeah, yeah it goes with my jacket, but I got too hot, I’m, this place is burning up,” he stammered, pulling on his shirt collar as he watched Choy lean forward a little to reset a boob that was threatening to escape.

She noticed his slack jawed stare. “Sorry, wardrobe malfunction. Anyway- this is Una, she’s my best friend at the temple and we snuck her out for some fun tonight.” Choy said gesturing to Una. Tech, I love the look you went with, you two match! Tech?”

“Yes nice thank you Choy, to see again you. You are lovely to make my acquaintance,” Tech said in a daze to Una. Choy barked a good laugh at Tech. Una giggled, “Zee pleasure is all mine.” She held her hand out for him to shake and he flipped it over to bow and kiss her knuckle. She blushed through her white makeup and brought the feathers up to hide her gasp.

“Would you like to dance?” asked Tech.

“Oh yes but I don’t really know how to like everyone else is,” she said looking around. “This is a bit different than what, what I used to do…” she trailed off.

“That is quite alright. I will instruct you.”

“Oh reallly romantic, professor Tech,” Wrecker laughed, rolling his eyes. Tech glared at him and led Una out onto the dance floor. They shone like a beacon in the lasers and strobe lights. Una copied what he did at first, but quickly picked up on him being supremely goofy. She adjusted her dancing to be more like the girls around her.

“She’s a natural,” Choy laughed.

“Good thing,” Wrecker said, shaking his head at Tech.

“She really derailed him. Where’s the rest of you guys?” Choy asked him.

“They went to get drinks at the bar I think, it’s been a while.” He turned around scanning the bar area. “Uh oh, hahahahaha, looks like Hunter’s making friends,” he pointed down the bar over the heads of the crowd near them. “Oh,” he said noticing Choy craning her neck and hopping on her tip toes. “Here I’ll give you a boost,” he said, encircling her waist in his huge hands and lifting her like she was a little Tooka. The scene of what looked like a tiny, half naked human woman ferociously grappling Hunter who was also mostly naked appeared over the crowd. A bubblegum pink and purple Theelin was trying to pry her off of him. And around on the other side f the bar by the service door were two clones and a keg. One was attaching a tube from the keg to the other man. Wait, Choy squinted, was that- “That’s Crosshair’s girlfriend,” Wrecker said, his head level with hers now, “she don’t like Hunter one bit.”

“Clearly,” Choy laughed as Wrecker set her down, “but I can totally see Crosshair and her together.” She wondered to herself about the clones with the keg. “Have you seen Echo?”

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“Hexx, Veetch, you’re dismissed,” Mayday said as he studied the rose in his hand. His men saluted, looked at eachother and walked away.

“Finally. I’m getting a drink, you going to go find little miss flirt?” Hexx asked, crooking an eyebrow.

“Yeah,” Veetch said, “you good for the minute?”

“Go get’er.” He clapped Veetch on the shoulder.

Veetch wandered through the club, head on a swivel. The girls weren’t where he’d seen them before. He backtracked toward the bar and saw the tall Twilek dancing with a tall human guy wearing a fancy white outfit. But poofy black dress girl wasn’t there. He scanned the crowd below their heads for her hair and bows as he kept moving. Bodies bumped and slinked past him as he made his way across the dance floor. Then he saw a really huge soldier with blast scars across his face wearing a top hat. He towered above the people around him even as he bent down to lift up- poofy black dress girl. He held her up to his eye level and they laughed at something by the bar. He’d better get over there- if the giant was making moves on her he’d not have a chance against that guy. Veetch struggled forward as the song ended and several couples all crowded in his way.

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Tech and Una walked over to Choy and Wrecker. “Echo?” Wrecker asked, confused, “He wasn’t with us.”

“You two looked great out there,” Choy smiled at her friend and Tech.

“Yeah. Una looked great,” Wrecker laughed.

“You should get a picture together,” Choy said as Tech shot Wrecker another glare. “There’s a holo booth right over there,” Choy pointed at a curtained box nearby. There were two pairs of feet visible below the curtain.

Una and Tech glanced at each other. Tech tipped his head that way and gave her a small smile.

“I have some credits, my treat,” Choy said as she walked over with them. The couple inside exited, laughing at their strip of flimsy. Tech held the curtain open for Una and helped her protect her fontage as they folded their tall frames inside the booth. Choy fished a credit out of her bra and looked up to see a familiar, bearded face watching as she pulled it free from her cleavage. Veetch, she remembered, noting his slack jawed gawking.

“We are ready, Choy,” Tech said inside the booth.

“Alright,” Choy said, locking eyes with Veetch and slipping the credit in the booth’s pay slot. She slid her hand down the side of the booth as Veetch held one hand out to her, his other behind his back.

“Would you still like to dance with me, er…”

“Choy, short for Echoy’la,” she said, taking his hand. His expression showed some surprise and concern and he asked, “Are you Mandalorian? That’s a Mandalorian word.”

“No, your brothers named me and it just stuck I guess.”

“Well I hope you aren’t lost or sad anymore,” he said, bringing his other hand to cover hers. She glanced at it and noticed three of his fingers were shortened, missing the tips and scarred. He quickly withdrew that hand and looked a little hesitant hoping she wasn’t disgusted by his injury.

She stepped into his space more and smiled reassuringly at him, “I’m happy right now.” She found his scarred hand with her free one and grasped it, holding his hands down and to the sides as she inched closer. She could feel the expected mix of emotions off of him as well as something else. Looking at each of his eyes in turn and down his nose to his mouth she asked, “How about that dance, trooper?” Gratitude. It was gratitude to something big.

He let out the breath he’d been holding and moved back pulling her forward towards the dance floor. “Yeah let’s dance,” he grinned through his whiskers. She noticed a discolored darker patch on one of his cheeks. He led her out to a space in the throng of dancing bodies and turned around. Choy was already bouncing to the beat and shimmied right up into his space. She had noticed his boots had some impressive spikes which she stayed mindful of. He kept a modest distance facing her, only reaching for her waist as he noticed more single troopers start circling and angling themselves to cut in. As he put a hand on her waist the music faded and a bell-like tone sounded out cueing a slow and romantic song. Veetch looked up from his hand and at her face to gauge her willingness to slow dance with him.

Choy had felt the attention of several men around her. She subtly angled herself away from each in turn and drew closer to Veetch feeling a flash of possessiveness from him. He put his hand on her waist and, as she placed her hands on his shoulders, the song ended. Several couples and all the single guys except for one left the dance floor as tones rang out resonating with etheric and melancholic lilted vocals. She felt him hesitate and his body language offered to leave the dance floor. She circled her hands around the back of his neck and looked up at him through her lashes.

He softened his gaze on her and brought his other hand to her waist, pulling her closer. As close as the stiff crinoline petticoat would allow. He swayed her around a little, turning in a slow circle. She noticed the solo clone out in the middle of the dance floor moving in exaggerated sensual movements with a fan in his hand. He was absolutely in his element she felt. It made her smile.

She felt Veetch’s hands explore the curve of her back, her waist and slide down till they hit the flare of the skirt’s stiff structure. Deflected from her hips, his hands roamed and caressed back up. His thumbs followed the corset’s boning up to the cups of her breasts. He hesitated there and curled his fingers into her back. He stared at her like she'd vanish and he’d never see her again. She slid her hands from around his shoulders and down to his strong chest. She could feel his heart beating and a pull of want, a craving for more warmth from her, and a tiny flicker of dread of this ending and coldness.

She decided to indulge him and pushed her hands under his cowl, finding the bare skin of his shoulders. Veetch squeezed her more, his thumb testing the plush give of the curve of her breast. Focusing energy through her hands she willed it to infuse Veetch with a deep comfort and heat. Veetch’s eyes widened as he felt this change inside him and saw a glow around Choy. He paused his hands, he was confused as to where to take this. “Are you-“ he began to ask then looked past her.

Choy felt a presence close behind her. “Mind if I cut in,” a voice almost growled.

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[archivewriter1ont]

Echo and the Cadet Batch Chapter 26: First Contact

art by @littletroggo

Summary:

The beginning of the end.

❤️Tag List: @leapingbadger, @badbatchposts, @maybe-some-words @littletroggo @spinoqueenwrites @carbon-corrie

Let me know if you want to be added (or removed.) ❤️

[99aceace]

Omega encouraged the rest of the bad batch to experiment with haircuts now that they are free men.

Hunter doesn't do much about it. His hair's always been perfect

[leapingbadger]

Last Line Challenge

Thanks so much for the tag @archivewriter1ont! It's been a while since I've done one of these.

This is from my AU where Palps is dead and the Batch and about to discover the inhibitor chips. I'm not going to even pretend this is a line, it's a whole conversation because I had do much fun writing the banter.

Obi Wan was surprised to hear numerous voices coming from inside his quarters. “Wait, wait, wait. Hang on.” a cacophony of noise came out of a comm Cody was holding, “Wait…Tech…hang on I just…” Cody threw an apologetic look over his shoulder at Obi Wan and quickly turned back to the comm. “Tech…Tech…TECH…” Tech still rambled on, completely impervious to the Commander’s interjections. “HUNTER!” Cody yelled into the comm. There was a brief lull and a fumbling noise and static as the Comm changed hands. The tattooed face of the Sergeant Obi Wan had only met once in passing flew in front of the comm. “Sorry, Codes. It’s hard to get him to stop when he gets going.” Obi Wan heard a rather scathing retort from Tech in the background and moved closer to the chaos erupting out of the comm. “Oh, Hello General.” Hunter said formerly, saluting with his free hand. “At ease, Sergeant. We are no longer at war.” “Ah…yes sir…” “Wait…why is the General in your barracks, Codes?” Wrecker’s voice called presumably from across the room given the quieter volume. “It’s actually the General’s Quarters, Wrecker.” Cody replied, ignoring the implied question. “Don’t you read the holonet?” Tech said, exasperatedly. “Nothing on there’s worth reading.” Wrecker said dismissively. “The General and Cody are…” Tech seemed to falter when it came to describing exactly what they were and Obi Wan smirked as he waited for the appropriate response from the specialist. “Hunter?” Tech said asking for help. “They’re seeing each other, you idiot.” Crosshair interjected snidely. “You mean…” Wrecker started confused. “They’re in a relationship, Wreck. Don’t blow a gasket.” Hunter said calmly. “We can do that?” Wrecker asked in surprise. Obi Wan covered his mouth to stave off his laughter. Cody rolled his eyes and mouthed “I’m sorry” as the Jedi continued to chuckle. “Why, did you have someone in mind?” Echo asked curiously. “Well, I didn’t know Jedi were an option. That’s got to be interesting, right?” “Why don’t you ask Cody,” Crosshair said with a smirk. “Very interesting, actually.” Cody said with a smile, holding the holo out further so the group could see he and Obi Wan standing together, the Jedi’s arm pulling gently at his waist. “And technically we’re not supposed to be an option.” Obi Wan said with a smile. “But the Commander can certainly be persuasive.” “You fell for me first, Obi Wan.” Cody said with a chuckle. “You came onto me first, if I recall, Cody.” They stood grinning at each other, completely forgetting the cluster of men on the other end of the line. Hunter cleared his throat, an amused eyebrow raised, “Do you two need a minute?”

NPT for @crosshairs-dumb-pimp-gf @indigofyrebird @clonethirstingisreal @dangraccoon

[areyoufuckingcrazy]

Hi! I was wondering if you could do a TBB x Fem!Reader +any other clones of your choice, where they keep using pet names in mandoa like cyar'ika, mesh'la, and maybe even riduur?(because they might’ve gotten accidentally married? Love those tropes)

but the reader has no idea what they mean and that they’re pet names or that the batch likes her. Eventually she finds out of course and a bunch of stuttering cute confessions?

Your writing is so amazing and i literally can’t get enough of it! Xx

“Say It Again?”

TBB x Fem!Reader

You had gotten used to the way clones talked — the gruffness, the slang, the camaraderie. But ever since you’d been working more closely with Clone Force 99, you’d noticed something… different.

They used weird words around you. Words you didn’t hear other troopers saying.

Hunter always greeted you with a gentle “Cyar’ika,” accompanied by that intense little half-smile of his.

Wrecker would beam and shout, “Mesh’la! You came!” every time you entered a room — like you were some goddess descending from the stars.

Crosshair, as always, was smug and cool, throwing in a soft “Riduur…” under his breath when he thought you weren’t listening, though you never figured out what it meant. He often smirked when you looked confused, and somehow that made it worse.

Even Tech, who rarely used nicknames at all, had let slip a casual “You’re quite remarkable, mesh’la,” when you helped him debug his datapad. He didn’t look up, but you felt the heat in his voice.

And Echo? Sweet, dependable Echo — he was the least subtle of them all.

“You alright, cyar’ika?”

“You look tired, cyar’ika.”

“Get some rest, cyar’ika.”

You were starting to think “Cyar’ika” meant your actual name.

But something was off. The others never used those words with each other. Only with you.

So, naturally, you asked Rex.

And Rex choked on his caf.

“You—what did Crosshair call you?” he coughed, wiping his chin.

You repeated it: “Rid…uur? I think? I dunno. He said it real low.”

Rex gave you the slowest blink you’d ever seen and then rubbed the bridge of his nose.

“Riduur means… spouse. As in… wife. It’s what you call your partner.”

You froze. “What?!”

“And cyar’ika?” he continued, amused. “Sweetheart. Mesh’la is ‘beautiful.’ They’re… Mando’a pet names. Very affectionate.”

The blushing.

The flashbacks.

All those words… those looks… Tech calling you remarkable like it was a scientific fact, Crosshair smirking like he had secrets, Echo’s voice dropping a full octave every time he said cyar’ika…

You marched straight into the Havoc Marauder like a woman on a mission — and promptly forgot how to speak when all five of them looked up at you.

“…You okay, mesh’la?” Hunter asked gently.

You blinked. Your voice cracked. “…You’ve been calling me sweetheart?”

The room went dead silent.

Echo dropped his ration bar.

Wrecker panicked. “Wait—you didn’t know?”

Crosshair chuckled and leaned against the wall, arms crossed. “Told you she didn’t know.”

Tech frowned at him. “Statistically, the odds of her knowing were—”

“You called me your wife,” you said, pointing at Crosshair like he’d committed a war crime.

He shrugged. “Didn’t hear you complain.”

You stammered something completely unintelligible, covering your face with both hands, and Wrecker let out the loudest, happiest laugh you’d ever heard. “So… does that mean you like us back?”

You peeked through your fingers. “…Us?”

Hunter stepped forward slowly, rubbing the back of his neck. “We all… kinda do. Like you. A lot.”

You were red. Like, fruit-on-Ryloth red. “You’re telling me five elite clones have been flirting with me in another language this whole time?!”

“…Yes,” they all mumbled at once.

Crosshair grinned like he’d won a bet. “So… Riduur?”

“Riduur?” Crosshair repeated, lifting a brow like it was nothing. Like he hadn’t just dropped a romantic thermal detonator right in front of everyone.

You stared at him. At all of them.

Hunter’s quiet guilt. Echo’s embarrassed fidgeting. Wrecker’s hopeful puppy-dog smile. Tech’s analytical interest. And Crosshair’s smug little smirk that you really wanted to slap off his face… or maybe kiss.

You swallowed. “I—I need a second.”

And then promptly turned on your heel and walked right back out of the Marauder.

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You spent the rest of the day spiraling.

Sweetheart. Beautiful. Wife.

They’d been calling you those for weeks. Months, maybe. You were out here thinking it was some fun cultural expression or inside joke you weren’t in on—and it turns out you were the joke. The target. Of five clone commandos’… affection?

It didn’t feel like a joke, though. It felt sincere. Soft. Safe.

And scary.

Because you liked them. All of them. Differently, but genuinely. The thought of them caring about you—of whispering pet names they grew up hearing in the most intimate, personal ways—made your chest ache in a way you didn’t know how to handle.

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The next day, you avoided them.

The next day, they let you.

The third day, Hunter found you in the mess hall, sat beside you without a word, and handed you a steaming mug of caf.

You looked at him.

He didn’t speak right away. Then: “We’re sorry. If we made you uncomfortable.”

“I’m not uncomfortable,” you blurted out. “I just… didn’t know how to react. I’m still trying to figure it out.”

Hunter nodded, eyes kind. “We can stop. The nicknames, I mean.”

You hesitated. “No. I don’t want you to stop.”

He smiled, just a little. “You sure?”

You nodded. “I think I like them. I just… I want to know what they mean now.”

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So, one by one, the boys showed you.

Wrecker said “mesh’la” every time you helped him carry heavy crates, with a goofy grin that made your stomach flip.

Echo said “cyar’ika” after every quiet conversation, letting the word linger like a promise he wasn’t ready to say aloud yet.

Tech, precise as always, began to offer direct translations.

“You look stunning today, mesh’la—objectively, of course.”

Crosshair didn’t stop with “riduur.” He started calling you “cyar’ika” too—softly, in rare unguarded moments—and he never looked away when he said it. Like he meant it. Like he knew what it was doing to you.

And Hunter? Hunter started saying “ner cyar’ika.” My sweetheart.

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It wasn’t instant.

But slowly, their voices stopped making you flustered—and started making you feel home.

You started saying their names softer. Started touching their arms when you passed. Started blushing less… and smiling more.

And one day, while standing beside Wrecker during maintenance, you reached up on your toes, kissed his cheek, and whispered, “Thanks, cyare.”

He blinked. His whole face lit up like a nova. “You said it back!”

Later, you caught Echo outside the ship. Nervous, swaying slightly on his heels. You pressed your hand into his and whispered, “You can keep calling me cyar’ika, you know.”

He looked down at you with wide eyes. “You really don’t mind?”

You shook your head. “I like it.”

And Tech, when you repeated “mesh’la” with a teasing little lilt, glanced at you and—just this once—forgot what he was doing.

Even Crosshair dropped his toothpick when you looked him dead in the eye and whispered: “You keep calling me your riduur. What does that make you, then?”

He blinked. Once. Then smiled. Really smiled. “Yours.”

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By the time you curled up beside Hunter one quiet night, your head on his shoulder and his hand tracing slow circles on your back, he murmured “ner cyar’ika” and you didn’t freeze or stammer.

You just smiled.

Because now you knew.

And you finally, finally understood that you’d never been the joke.

You’d always been the reason they smiled.