Just another Clone ho

30-somethings like fluff/smut too - USA West Coast - she/her - Technophile - Crosswhore - Bad Batch Brat

[madameminor]

Madame's Master List

This is more for me, since this way I don't have to go hunt ma' ish down. But hey, hopefully it helps you all find your way too.

ALL OF THESE ARE 18+. Yes, all of them.

WIP:

In More Ways Than One: The Bad Batch x fem! reader Part 1 - Intro Part 2 - Tech Part 3 - Echo Part 3.5 - Briefing Part 4 - Crosshair Part 4.5 - Check In Part 5 - Wrecker Part 5.5 - Bait Part 6 - Hunter Part 6.5 - Montage Part 7 - Crime... Part 8 - ...Punishment Part 8.5 - Aftercare Part 9 - Wrecked Part 9.5 - Rumors Part 10 - Crossed Part 10.5 - Brothers

Special Chapter - Birthday (Rex x f!reader)

Completed: Joy and Arousal - Tech x f!reader ficlet

You Can Watch - Crosshair x f!reader request

The Importance of Unlocked Doors - Hunter x f!reader , Tech x f! reader request

Laundry Day - Fives x f!reader, Echo x f!reader request

What You've Been Wanting - Tech x imperialf!reader

What's in a Name - Rex x f!reader (Fives x f!reader)

Umbara: Revised

Geek Therapy: These posts are me exploring the therapeutic benefits of my love of geeky things and what they can help me process, just in case they are helpful to any other people on a mental health journey.

Inhibitor Chips and Addiction

Crosshair's 'abandonment' and choosing sobriety over misery

Reader Inserts and Me

Simping Characters and Attachment

[zahmaddog]

At what point did you realize this isn't a phase?

[dumfanting]

Strap In, ch 3

AO3 Link

Rating: E, explicit

Warnings: butt/anal plugs, anal play (m receiving), soft dom reader, sub tech, nipple play, oral (f receiving), squirting, strap-on, dildos, blowjobs (kinda), anal penetration (m receiving), vibrators, rough handling, pet names, cum, cum eating, PiV | Notes: fem reader, second person perspective, present tense

Heed the warnings, this is not for everyone.

I’ve rewritten this at least three times now, so I’m posting it before I go back a fourth time! Forgive any inaccuracies, I haven’t been able to do this myself irl (yet). I swear these get more and more self-indulgent. Also, I’m pegging every clone I can think of after this.

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“I’ve been thinking about it, and I’m ready. Tonight.”

Months later, during a quiet shift at the bar, you find yourself once again daydreaming about when you’ll see Tech next. He hasn’t had another mission that’s lasted more than a month, but with each return, it’s getting harder and harder to let him go again.

With this in mind, as time has gone on, you’re more sure that the vague ‘feelings’ you and Tech have both admitted to is a more specific emotion, though you hesitate to voice it. You’ve started to feel an intense sort of ‘swooping’ sensation in your stomach whenever he unexpectedly meets your eyes or says your name. Even just a short message from him is enough to significantly elevate your mood.

As if on cue, your comm buzzes, grabbing your attention and making your heart beat faster when you see his name on the screen. You excuse yourself from behind the bar and jog into Jenko’s office. Once there, you set the device down and take the holo-call.

“You’re coming back early!” you say, not bothering with opening pleasantries or to hide the smile and excitement in your voice.

“Yes, we’re nearly there now,” Tech says. His voice is steady as ever, but you can still hear his relief.

“Good; I’ve missed you.”

“And I you. I’m looking forward to seeing you after this mission,” he says, then pauses, appearing to debate something. He clears his throat and continues: “Also, I’ve been thinking about it, and I’m ready. Tonight.”

“You’re absolutely sure?” you ask, your heart thumping in your ears.

“Yes. I’m about to prepare, just as you’ve taught me.”

It’s hard to tell from the holo image, but it looks like his face has flushed when he says this. Excitement heats your body, and when you speak, your voice is breathless.

“How far away are you? My shift ends in an hour.”

“We’ll be leaving hyperspace by then. See you at home.”

With that, he ends the call. Straight to the point, as always, you think, smiling softly to yourself.

When the longest hour of your life finally passes and you leave the bar, you all but run back to your apartment.

Once you get there, you kick your shoes off and take a deep breath, thankful to be home. As you quickly strip out of your work clothes, you realize that Tech said he’d see you ‘at home’. Were it anyone else, you would know that they meant it as in your home, but Tech has always made that distinction, until now. The chrono on your wall chimes, distracting you. No time to think about it now, you need to get everything ready before he gets here.

You take a fast shower to wash away the smell of cheap beer and get into the needed headspace for tonight. Once you’ve dried off, you further prepare by setting out everything you’ll need on your nightstand. Latex gloves, lubricant, a small hand towel, and a tall glass of cold water. Next, you go into the closet and dig out a waterproof blanket before spreading it over your bed, covering as much as possible.

With that done, you get dressed into a specially purchased new outfit. Just as you slide the last hook into place, you hear Tech’s distinct knock at your door and the ‘swoop’ runs through your stomach again. You pull on a long robe and tie it closed, step into a new pair of heels, and take a second to smooth your hair into place before you open the door.

When the entry to your apartment slides open, the first thing Tech notices is that your height is equal to his. He glances down at your feet and finds you wearing a pair of shiny black platform-style heels that he hasn’t seen before.

“Welcome back, Tech,” you say, your voice a sultry purr. You stand aside, giving him space to step inside. After shutting and locking the door, you face him and undo the belt of your robe before shrugging the garment to the floor.

Tech’s jaw drops as he eyes travel up and down your body. Your bra and matching thigh-high nylons, suspenders, garter belt, and lace panties are all the same shade of red that his squad uses, and he has to remind himself to breathe.

“I- you- oh wow,” he says, stumbling over his words. With that, he starts to take off his armor, but his hands are shaking with what you hope is anticipation and he fumbles, losing his grip a few times. You take a handful of steps across the room, then hold him by the wrists and move his hands to your hips as you lean in to kiss him, noting how nice it is to not have to stretch your neck.

“Relax, sweet one. We’ve got all night, now that you’re home,” you say. You smile softly at him and he looks away, a faint flush spreading over his cheeks.

“And yes, I did catch that,” you say, moving a hand to cup his face, gently turning his head back towards you. “You feel at home here?” you ask, your voice low.

“With you,” he says, meeting your eyes and sending a flutter through your chest. You can’t help but grin at him and hold him close in response.

“You have no idea how much that means to me,” you say, murmuring in his ear. You shift your hands to his shoulders and steer him backwards toward your bed, gently but firmly pushing him into a seated position on the mattress.

You take the lead and free him from the remaining pieces of his kit, kissing him and lightly brushing your hands over his body as you go. You’re teasing him with barely-there touches until he’s down to just his blacks, already breathing heavily and looking up at you with a familiar expression of need in his eyes. You take a moment to dim the lights, then bend at the waist and rest your hands on your knees, standing slightly above his eye level.

“You prepared?” you ask, running your fingers through his hair as you speak.

“Y-yes. I’ve already cleaned up, and I’m wearing one of the plugs you’ve given me,” he says.

You hum your approval and kiss him, slipping your hands under his shirt and tracing your thumbs over his nipples, making him groan your name and rub his legs together. You stand up straight and take your hands off of him. Knowing what you want, Tech quickly peels off his undersuit, leaving himself bare with his hard cock twitching towards you already.

“Good boy,” you purr, relishing in the way his lips have parted at this. “Now, let me see it.”

He starts to turn himself around, but hesitates. When he tries twice to speak, but nothing comes out, you sit next to him on your bed and hold your hand against his upper back. You hear his throat click as he swallows, so you reach over to your nightstand and hand him the water you’d set aside earlier. He takes a few sips before putting it back.

“Is something wrong?” you ask, watching him carefully.

“No no, i-it’s just nerves,” he says, and relaxes a little when you take his hand.

“Are you sure? We don’t have to do this right now, Tech. If you want to wait-,” you start, but he interrupts you by leaning over and kissing you so deeply your head spins a little when you break apart. He meets your eyes and says your name.

“I’m sure,” he says, then surprises you by turning his back to you and bending over, holding himself up on his knees and elbows. He opens his legs and fully presents himself to you as he watches you from over his shoulder. The display of total vulnerability and the unspoken gesture of trust from him sends a shiver through your body and a wave of heat to your core.

You kneel behind Tech on the bed before massaging your hands over his lower back and upper thighs. By the time you start to knead at his ass, he’s sweating, just enough to be noticeable. Kissing your way up his spine, you drag a finger across the ‘handle’ of the t-shaped plug he’s wearing, then push against it, making his breath hitch.

“Good boy; that’s the right one,” you say, starting to push against the plug in a more rhythmic way, making him gasp and rock back towards you on his knees, groaning.

After a few seconds of this, you lean forward, pressing your chest against his back. Still pushing the plug in and out of his ass, you use your free hand to grab one of his shoulders and pull him backwards.

Now partially kneeling, partially sitting in your lap, the change in angle makes him whine. You pick up speed with the plug, slipping it out just enough to see the larger shape of the bulb before pushing it back in. Tech moans, and the sound makes your hips jerk upwards against his ass.

His breath hitches as you continue, and you can tell by the way he squirms that he’s going to come soon. You reach around him to grasp his cock, but when he takes hold of your hand and moves it to his chest, you realize what he’s doing. You rest your chin on his shoulder, giving yourself a better view of his body as you drag the pad of your thumb over his nipple.

“Oh, my sweet one, you’re doing so well,” you say, breathing in his ear before taking his earlobe between your teeth and tugging on it, making him shiver.

“Such a good boy. Cum for me baby,” you continue, and he whimpers at the praise before he takes a shuddering breath and finally, his cock entirely untouched, shoots thick ropes of cum over the blanket you had laid down while his muscles lock into place. You count at least eight hard spurts, and after a few seconds, his body relaxes. He slumps backward against you, his thighs spasming and his heart pounding beneath your palm while he tries to catch his breath.

You gingerly hold him upright long enough to sit against the wall before laying him back down with his head in your lap. You card your fingers through his thick, sweat-dampened curls, and lean down to kiss his forehead.

“Gods, you are so beautiful like this Tech.”

He mumbles something you don’t fully hear before turning onto his side, sitting up enough to hide his face between your breasts, and wrapping his arms around your waist, his breathing steadily evening back out.

You allow this for a moment, then take him by the shoulders and gently push him backwards enough that you can see his face. You hold the back of his head with a hand and meet his eyes, asking in a quiet but firm tone if he’s okay.

“I’m a little dizzy, but otherwise fine. I’ve never experienced a touchless climax like that before,” he says, adoration in his eyes as he looks at you.

“Think you can do it again?” you ask, your voice slipping back into a sultry tone.

“I’ll need a few minutes to ‘recharge’, but yes. In the meantime-”

Tech abruptly gets to his feet, still plugged, and pulls you to the edge of the bed. He kneels on the floor before you and rests a hand on either of your knees, spreading your legs open. His breath catches again when he sees that your own arousal is so intense that you’ve soaked through the lace of your panties, and that the insides of your thighs are slick with it and faintly shining in the low light.

He glances up at you, and only once you nod at him does he continue, kissing his way up your leg and stopping occasionally to nip at your soft skin. The reverence in his touch makes you shiver, and you widen your legs when you feel his hot breath ghosting over the wet spot at the apex of your thighs. With one hand, he moves your panties aside, and with the other, he carefully slips two fingers into your hot, wet cunt. You moan as you slightly stretch around him and he quickly finds that specific spot only he can reach before lazily rubbing circles into the soft, spongy skin there.

But you need more. You shift your hips forward, not so subtly seeking out the expertise of his tongue and whining his name.

“I hope these weren’t expensive,” he says. You make a confused sound at him, and he chuckles darkly before slipping his fingers out of you, hooking them into the elastic of your panties, and tearing them off.

“Tech-!” you say, about to admonish him, until his fingers return to their place inside of you and he wraps his lips around your clit, making you interrupt yourself with a gasp.

Tech moves with purpose now, his fingers pressing firmly inside you and his tongue lavishing your clit. You reach down and tangle your fingers into his hair, pulling him closer to you, cursing and desperate for more. He hums against you, the vibration making your hips reflexively jerk forward, and he repeats this a few times until you gasp his name. With his free hand, he interlocks his fingers with yours, tenderly holding your hand as he doubles his efforts, watching you the entire time. You come with a loud cry, gripping his hand tightly and soaking his face while he drinks up as much as possible.

He pulls away when you relax into your bed, panting for breath. You try to sit up, but before you get the chance, Tech crawls forward along your body, leaving a trail of hot, open-mouthed kisses on your skin as he goes. He eventually stops and straddles your hips with his legs neatly folded on either side. You finally catch your breath, only for it to be stolen away when he bends in half and kisses you deeply. Once he pulls back, he speaks and his tone is soft.

“You know something? You’re beautiful like this too,” he says.

You sit up, and when you do, Tech shifts forward into your lap and wraps his legs around your hips. His hard cock pokes at the entrance to your cunt, but that’s not why you’re here. You remind him of this when you kiss him and grab his ass. He whines, and his legs grip you a little tighter, making you chuckle at him.

“Tell me what you want, sweet one,” you say, meeting his eyes. Tech swallows loudly, seeming to search for the right words. After a moment, he finds them and clears his throat, softly saying your name.

“I want you to have your way with me. I want to take your cock and I want to be good for you. I trust you and I love you,” he says, speaking clearly and directly, leaving no room for doubt in his words. Even so, you blink at him in confusion.

“Did-? Did you just-?” you ask, heart thudding in your chest, unsure if you heard him right. Even in the low light, you can see the way his face flushes.

“Oh. Oh, no. Should I not have?” he says, shifting away from you, worried. “I’m sorry, I- I know that we haven’t, um, been together for long, s-so I understand if-,” he says, nervously starting to ramble.

You cut him off by resting your hands on his hips, pulling him back into your lap, and kissing him deeply as you wrap your arms tightly around him. He’s caught off guard, but relaxes into you, humming softly against your lips and holding you just as closely. Your tongues dance and your hips unconsciously jerk forward into his, making him whine softly when you break away for air.

He doesn’t speak, but you can tell how nervous he is by the way his heart is pounding through his chest and into yours, the way his hands are trembling, and the way he’s having to fight to maintain eye contact with you. You reach up and hold one side of his face, his skin feverish under your palm. Your voice is low when you say his name, and he can’t read your tone, but before he moves any further away, you keep talking.

“Thank you,” you say. You see the ‘for what?’ in his expression and trace your thumb along his jaw. “For trusting me. And you don’t need to apologize. I-,” you continue, then pause to clear your throat.

“You-?” he says, cautiously watching you.

“I love you too,” you say, your voice in a whisper. “I’m sorry if I made you think otherwise, I just, um, didn’t expect you to say it first.”

The look of relief on his face is so clear, even in the dim light, that it’s almost comical. The tension in his body evaporates in an instant and he takes a breath like he’d forgotten how before grabbing the sides of your face and pulling you in for a soulful kiss. He groans against your lips as you reciprocate, and by the time you both break apart, you’re panting for breath.

“Do you still want to do this?” you ask, moving a hand beneath him and dragging a finger along the plug in his ass. The faint touch makes him shiver, and when he says that he does, you withdraw your hand and pat his hip a few times.

Understanding, he slides off to one side, allowing you to stand. He watches you walk over to your dresser, open the top right drawer, and retrieve the red harness he’d accidentally discovered before his three-month deployment. You set it atop the dresser and study the drawer’s other contents, appearing to be deep in thought. Tech also gets to his feet and walks over to you. He rests his chin on your shoulder, pecks your cheek, and wraps his arms around your waist before turning his attention to what’s inside the drawer.

As he expected, he finds an array of dildos in varying sizes, shapes, and colors. You pick up a fairly realistic black humanoid one and hand it to him, silently asking his opinion. On a person, it would be of average length and girth, and when he grips the shaft, he finds the silicone firm without being too hard. He thinks for a moment, flexing his ass around the plug, estimating the stretch to be about the same, then nods at you, handing it back. You shut the drawer and he returns to his place on your bed, sitting down and giving you space to ‘gear up’ as he watches, his heart racing.

Once everything is in place, you turn to face him. You grab the loose strapping at your hips with a hand on each side and yank it tight, making a loud whipping sound, and you can’t help but smirk at him as his eyes widen. You approach him, the cock bouncing as you walk, and come to a stop before him with it bobbing just under his chin.

Without any prompting from you, Tech takes you completely by surprise when he licks his lips, slouches enough to take the head into his mouth, and sucks it. The way he looks up at you, expectantly waiting for your reaction, sends a shiver of need through your body, and you cup the side of his face before speaking.

“Fuck, you look so good like this,” you say, then groan and bite your lip. Spurred on by your praise, he opens his mouth wider and takes in more of your cock, his throat spasming as he moves steadily toward the base. He gets about halfway there before pulling back completely, slipping it out as he coughs a little. You look pointedly at him, but before you can say anything, he takes a deep breath and repeats the process, eventually finding a rhythm as he bobs his head along the rubber appendage. Kneeling before you, with his hands resting on your upper thighs and his eyes wide, you so badly wish you could feel what he’s doing, though you’re still dripping wet as you watch him.

This continues on for about a minute before you hold your hands on either side of his head and gently push him off of you. He sits back, mouth open, as he pants for breath, his eyes watering over and a thin line of saliva stretching from his bottom lip to the head of your cock. He keeps his eyes on you the entire time, and you can’t help the intense desire that runs up and down your body at the sight of him. Your pussy clenches around nothing, and you feel more of your slick smear between your thighs.

Carefully, while giving him plenty of time to stop you, you slip his goggles downward, letting them hang around his neck, then use your thumbs to softly wipe his tears away. He leans into your palm and holds a hand against yours, closing his eyes and sighing, content under your gentle touch.

You take a step back and bend at the waist, leveling your face with his before kissing him deeply, humming in pleasure against his mouth once your tongues meet. The ever-growing need you feel is nearly overwhelming, but you do your best to ignore it; you’ll have your turn later. For now, you’re committed solely to Tech and his desires.

The kiss ends, leaving you both breathless, and he seems to have read your thoughts. He reaches down into the pile of his things next to the bed and fishes something pink and C-shaped out of a pocket before handing it to you. It takes you a moment to recognize it.

“An internal vibrator,” he says. “I don't expect you to get much stimulation while wearing only the harness, so I think this will help heighten the experience,” he says matter-of-factly. You can’t help but grin at him.

“Aw Tech, that's so sweet of you, you really didn’t need to get this for me,” you say, turning the device over in your hands. You pause, then continue, smirking at him. “Or did you build it?” you ask, knowing the answer.

“Of course I did,” Tech says, also smirking. “Now, if I may,” he says, taking it back from you. Knowing what he wants, you grip his shoulders and stand with your legs far apart enough for him to slide it into your drenched cunt, seating the two rounded, bulb-shaped ends against your g-spot and clit respectively. He takes a moment to adjust it, then, his breath hot on your skin, he softly kisses and nips along your inner thigh before sitting back up on your bed.

You shift your legs together, further adjusting the position of the vibrator until it’s sitting comfortably. You answer Tech’s unspoken question with a breathless nod, and he looks quite pleased with himself. You then lean forward, holding him by the shoulders and pushing him onto his back as you hover over him. You dip your head down and breathe heavily against his neck before kissing him along his jaw and up to his ear.

“It’s your turn, sweet one. I hope you’re ready,” you say, and pull away enough to meet his eyes.

“Yes, of course,” he pants.

You lean down and kiss him, losing count of how many times you’ve done so tonight, before straightening up and turning toward your night stand, thankful you thought to get everything out earlier. After the now-familiar snapping sound of thin rubber gloves being pulled on, Tech hears you adjust your harness again before you return your attention to him. You stand between his spread legs, hold your hands under his knees, and push them about even with his waist, giving you easier access to his ass. Understanding, Tech moves his hands and holds himself into position for you.

You kiss the inside of his right thigh before tracing your finger along the handle of his plug for the third or fourth time that night. He flexes, pushing it out just enough for you to get a better grip on it. Once you do, you use your free hand to cup his balls and hold them out of the way.

“Remember what we’ve practiced my love,” you say, your voice firm but patient. “Stay relaxed and let me take the lead.”

“I remember,” Tech says with a nod, unclenching his muscles and taking a deep breath. You softly play with his balls while steadily and carefully pulling the plug out. After a second of resistance, Tech exhales and it easily slips out, leaving his remarkably clean hole gaping and ready for you. As one of your hands sets the plug aside, the other frees his balls and slips three fingers into him, gently rubbing around his tight rim of muscle and keeping him open. You kiss the inside of his leg again before speaking.

“Tech, my sweet one, you’re doing so well for me,” you say, and he whines, though you aren’t sure if it’s from the praise or your fingers. “Stay relaxed,” you repeat, picking up a pump bottle of lubricant without looking away from him. You squirt a generous amount into your hand and continue to work his ass open, spreading it around and partially inside of him. You pull your fingers out to coat them in more lube and he whines your name.

“Good maker, please,” he says, unashamedly begging for it now. You chuckle at him, slicking up your cock.

“Aw, look at you, so needy,” you say, then square your hips up against his, the tip of your cock pressing against Tech’s hole. “Deep breaths,” you remind him, and once he’s following your instructions, you grip the shaft of your cock and slowly start to penetrate him. His ass opens up easily for you and greedily takes every inch of your cock. Once you’re fully sheathed inside of him, you stop moving, giving him a chance to breathe and adjust to the new sensation of being filled so deeply.

“Tech? How are you feeling?” you ask, your voice firm but laced with concern.

“F-full; it’s so much,” he says, panting. You can see slight discomfort in his face and speak again.

“Remember to stay relaxed for me baby; let your legs down if it helps. Do we need to stop?”

“No, no, not yet, I just-,” he pauses to take a deep breath, “I just need a moment.”

“Okay. The second you change your mind, tell me right away,” you say, and he nods at you.

Over the course of the next minute or so, while you patiently talk him through it, Tech lowers his legs little by little until they’re relaxed. You don’t have any literal sensation, but you can sense it when he loosens his grip around you, and you check on him again. He plants his feet flatly into the mattress below and nods at you.

“I’m alright now,” he says, and you believe him when you see no tension in his expression.

“I’m going to start slowly, okay?” you ask, and he nods at you again.

You take a breath and carefully drag your hips backward, watching until you’re about halfway out of him, then pause for a moment before changing direction and shifting back inside of him again. Tech moves a little, but only appears to be making small adjustments to his own position, so you continue, going a little bit faster this time.

Two seconds in, two seconds out.

You maintain this pace for about a minute before Tech shifts himself closer to you, allowing you to thrust deeper into him, and you take this as a cue to move a little faster.

One second in, one second out. He shifts closer again, his ass hanging halfway off the edge of the bed, and you pick up speed, holding onto his upper legs for leverage.

Half a second in, half a second out. At this, Tech’s breath hitches, and he moans.

“This okay?” you ask, continuing, but watching him for any sign to stop.

“Maker, yes, just like that,” he pants. His hands drop to his sides and he grabs at the blanket beneath him, his hard cock bouncing in time with your thrusts as he cries out in pleasure.

You take a moment to look down at him and the expression of unrestrained ecstasy on his face. Something in your chest purrs at the sight of such a highly-trained and capable soldier completely at your mercy. You pull the gloves off and carelessly drop them to the floor, your attention focused solely on Tech. You move your hands and grip his wrists, pulling his hands up even with his shoulders before intertwining your fingers and holding him into place as you lean over him and continue to move your body against his, thankful that your stamina hasn’t dwindled.

“Oh, w-wait-,” he suddenly says; you immediately freeze, slipping out and taking your hands off of him.

“What is it?” you ask, concerned.

“Nothing’s wrong, I just- I almost forgot-,” he says, sitting up and reaching between your legs.

Just as you're about to ask him what he’s doing, you feel a soft click on the vibrator he’d ‘installed’ a few minutes before, followed by a steady, pulsing wave of vibration that seems to move between the walls of your cunt and your clit intermittently. You gasp at the sudden sensation, and Tech pulls his hand away from you. He returns onto his back and settles into place, bending his legs while holding himself open again, clearly waiting for you.

You grab the bottle of lube and slick yourself back up a little more, then grip your cock by the base and slide it back into his ass, giving him another moment to adjust himself. Once he’s settled, you pick up the hand towel you’d set out earlier and wipe your sticky hands off before continuing at your previous pace. With each forward motion, when your hips meet his ass, your body presses against the vibrator and its pulses intensify, sending a jolt of pleasure directly to your most sensitive spots.

After a moment of this, you unconsciously start to move quicker, the strokes of your hips becoming deeper and harder as you move, chasing your high that is just out of reach. You abruptly realize that you may be getting too rough, but when you slow down, Tech notices immediately. Surprising you, he wraps his legs around your hips, trapping you in close to him as he grabs your head and pulls you down into a deep, soulful kiss. Picking up on this, you return to the feverish, hard pace you had begun to fall into and he pulls away from your lips with a gasp before he whines your name.

“Ohh, god, fuck me harder, please,” he says, seemingly unaware that he’d spoken aloud. You chuckle darkly and take your turn to kiss him intensely, shifting your hands back to his hips and holding on tight.

“Maker, I love you. You look so fucking good under me,” you say, doubling your efforts and making him moan over and over in time with your movements. The vibrations rocking through you make you curse and gasp in turn, and the combined noise coming from the both of you is obscene.

Just as your muscles are beginning to ache and burn, Tech loudly cries out, “Ohh fuck, I’m cumming-!”

You look down from his face to his cock just in time to see his orgasm rock through him, cum shooting out of him in great, thick spurts with a fair amount landing in his open mouth. Without thinking, you kiss him, stealing it away with your tongue, making him groan, and swallowing it.

Just after this happens, the vibrations finally get to be too much; you slam your body, hard, against Tech’s and dig your fingers into his hips, faintly aware that he’ll be bruised later. You hold him tightly into place as you climax, your legs shaking with the intensity of it while your fluttering cunt forces the vibrator out of you and onto the floor with a large gush. It lands with a thump and shuts off, but you hardly notice, instead slumping over Tech, the two of you gasping for breath.

His arms and legs, wrapped tightly around you, slowly relax and he practically melts into the mattress below you. You prop yourself up on shaky hands and carefully slip your cock out of him, making him whimper at the sudden feeling of emptiness. You fumble blindly for the clips of the harness before undoing it and dropping it onto the floor.

You flop down on your side beside Tech, with limbs that feel like jelly, and gently take him by the shoulders before turning him to face you. You’re both gasping for breath and sweating, but after a minute or so, he scoots close enough to you to press his forehead against yours. You do the same, and you both close your eyes, breathing each other in as your breaths level back out.

You only realize that you’ve fallen asleep when Tech’s soft snores wake you up. You blink a few times, and a glance out of the window at the still-darkened sky tells you that you haven’t been asleep for very long. You shift your weight, stretching your legs out of their odd and cramped position, and sit up. The mattress creaks underneath you, and Tech mumbles something before propping himself up on an elbow.

He rolls his shoulders with a groan and you lean over before softly cupping one side of his face. He relaxes into your touch and sighs your name, nuzzling into your palm. You smile at him and kiss his forehead.

“Hey there, my sweet one. How are you feeling?” you ask, moving your hand and brushing a few strands of his hair back into place. Tech yawns and stretches, his back crackling.

“A bit stiff, but that’s about it,” he says, his voice low. He then takes his forgotten goggles from around his neck and hangs them from a post on your bed’s headboard. Meanwhile, you shift forward and kick the heeled shoes off of your slightly numb feet. Afterwards, you stand and take Tech by the wrists before pulling him upright into a sitting position.

The two of you automatically fall into your typical places, with him wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his head against your chest while you stand between his legs and brush your fingers through his hair, holding him close. When he eventually sits back, his skin, sticky with drying sweat, peels away from yours and you both realize what a mess you’ve made of each other.

“I think a shower is in order,” he says, and you hum in agreement.

He then tries to stand, but his legs give out almost immediately.

“Shit,” you say, cringing at yourself as you catch him. “Sorry love, I think I went a little too hard on you for your first time,” you say, supporting him with his arm around your shoulders as you both head towards the refresher.

“I'm not complaining,” Tech says, smirking at you. “Though I am going to be sore for a while, aren’t I?” he continues, flipping the lights on as you both move into the room.

“Yeah, you’ll definitely feel it in the morning, if you don’t already,” you say, helping him step into the shower. You recently had a sort of bench-seat installed for this exact reason, and he settles onto it. “When will you be needed again?” you ask as you carefully take off what’s left of your lingerie and set it aside.

“Not for at least three days,” he says, waving your unspoken but clear concern off and watching you.

You make an approving noise at him before turning around and turning the shower on, the burst of cold water from the shower head making you jerk back. You lean forward to adjust the temperature, bending at the waist and inadvertently sticking your ass out, before you quickly find yourself pulled into Tech’s lap, his arms wrapped around your waist as he rests his chin on your shoulder. You slip out of his grasp enough to turn around and straddle his hips, knowing what he’s doing. You drag a finger along the underside of his hard cock, making him twitch as he groans in your ear.

“And your brothers? Will they come looking for you?” you ask as you shift forward onto your knees, gripping his shoulders for balance. He holds you tightly by the hips.

“They won’t bother us, don’t worry,” he says, sitting up straighter before leaning forward to growl in your ear. The shiver that runs through you has nothing to do with the cold water.

“I think it’s only fair that I return the favor and leave you unable to walk too,” he concludes, kissing you, hard, and roughly sheathing himself inside of you.

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[tech-o-mania]

Just a little Tech in your feed :)

Bonus:

[lonestarcupcake]

It's a real banger...

[realmarysue]

Me outside my doctor's office with this on the boombox .

[manicpixiesdreamdragon]

@thebibliosphere

[gothiccharmschool]

I love this. LOVE.

[trowelsanddirt]

by will mcphail

[the-catto]

iT's fUnY beCAusE mEn aRE DumB

[addictedtocaring]

No dumbass, it's funny because women are usually left out of these pictures. And most of history. While actually, you know... living full lives and contributing to society. Just like men do. But men are always in the fucking picture.

This isn't a comic about men being dumb, it's a comic about women being forgotten, ignored, and excluded. But you were so ready to be pissed at mean feminists that you took something personally that absolutely wasn't and got offended by something that wasn't being said.

[cheesyradfem]

The artist was a man but women still got blamed for the “misandrist joke” by a redpiller calling himself a “big dick americhad“

[she-volution-deactivated2022052]

i love this dude he’s made a bunch of other ‘misandrist jokes’ as well

[sleepingsun501]

Is There an Echo in Here?

If anyone deserves a long, hot shower, it's Echo.

🌶️🌶️ Ao3

[sazzujazzu]

He had a little adventure and found the apple blossoms fascinating ☺️

I think these are probably some of the best pictures I've taken. Hope people enjoy them as much as I do ✨

I'll just imagine he's chilling on Pabu here aaaand now I'm crying again 🥹

[star-wars-forever]

[summer-of-clones]

Welcome to Episode 4 of Bad Batch Would You Rather!

*insert game show theme song here*

Last week, we were trying to decide if we would rather adopt Batcher or Gonky 🥹 While there were several valiant campaigns pushing for our favorite GNK droid to win the vote, ultimately Batcher took the prize by a slim margin — 52% out of 200 votes!

We will always adore you, Gonky!💕But the people have spoken!

This question is brought to us by @callsign-denmark!! Thanks for the hot debate fuel this week 😘

If I were to tell you how excited I am for this week’s Would You Rather, we’d be here all day. 😏 So, without further ado…

Would YOU rather…

have Hunter teach you how to use his vibroblade?

have Crosshair teach you how to use his Firepuncher?

Voting ended onJul 18, 2024

I already have my popcorn in hand, and my recliner leaned back! *munch*munch*munch*

😏 Let the chaos voting begin!

[summer-of-clones]

To whom it may concern:

this is where the poll currently stands.

Crosshair is in the lead … but Hunter is only a few votes behind 🙈

[just-here-with-my-thoughts-deac]

They're back at 50-50 😅

[indigofyrebird]

Hmmm! Who will it be??

[aknightreaderr-deactivated20260]

Hunter girlies rise up the poll needs you 😍

[ladyanidala]

NO NO NO CROSSHAIR MUST WIN

[summer-of-clones]

[callsign-denmark]

Me sitting back watching the war I started reach it's peak. You're welcome @summer-of-bad-batch 😏😏😏

[summer-of-clones]

I love how equally divided we are as a fandom…in the best way.

[stellarbit]

After 7 months of my roommate seeing The Bad Batch in the background of his daily life, he decided to watch the show.

MIND YOU I had to take a day off work after the finale, crying on the couch to him about Tech and how horribly his death was handled, AND him ENCOURAGING ME to paint a Tech portrait in TECH’s honor…

This man made it to season 3 episode 9 and decided he needed a break because “it’s just so sad now, and they made Tech into a brainwashed monster machine, how could they make Tech into CX-2???”

And… my man, I get it… been there… but… how did you forget? Like it really was THAT mishandled.

In addition, my only other friend decided to watch it for the same reason. Completely saying “I don’t think I’ll ’get it, but I gotta watch’ … she now is rewatching it immediately after finishing and both her and my roommate are saying they should watch TCW because they need more of the clones.

I come to you again and ask - what the hell is with this show that makes us all feral???

[madameminor]

Similar story to this with my Dad. He wanted to understand this show that I got physically tattooed on my body.

He could not stop messaging me during each episode.

[madameminor]

In More Ways Than One, Part 10.5 - Bad Batch x F!Reader - Brothers

Summary: Commander Core has a duty to perform.

Tags: No smut this chapter, just some feels.

Warnings: Sad feelings.

Notes: Is this bridge chapter longer than it normally is? Yes. Does a bitch give a kriff? No. Eat it up, beebees.

Also - a "dear clone" message is equivalent to a 'dear john' letter. If you aren't sure what that is, ask the Google.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 3.5 Part 4 Part 4.5 Part 5 Part 5.5 Part 6 Part 6.5 Part 7 Part 8 Part 8.5 Part 9 Part 9.5 Part 10 Part 10.5

THEN

Commander Core swirls his amaretto sour in his glass, watching the residue left in cylindrical waves slowly fall back down the sides. He mentally plays the conversation from earlier for the umpteenth time in the last 2 hours.

“Oh, Core! Its good to see you! I…I didn’t think I’d see you after my message.”

“Oh, I haven’t checked, wanted to surprise you! Didn’t want to waste any of my shore leave.”

“Oh…while I love the sentiment, that makes this part harder.”

“Baaaabe?”

“Just a second!”

“Oh, ah, I…I see.”

“I’m sorry, Core, you mean a lot to me, but… you did preface this with how you can’t be in a relationship…”

“You’re right, you’re right. I’m… happy for you.”

“Core.”

“No, its… its alright. I understand. I’ll… just be going then.”

“I’ll see you around 97’s?”

“Yeah, of course. When I’m planetside. Have a good night.”

He grunts to himself. What a weird thing to say to someone. "See you around 97s", what the hell for? He sighs, setting down his glass. Yeah, he was salty... he had really liked the guy. But... he HAD been the one to keep the distance - it just didn't make sense with a war going on. And its not like they couldn't still know each other, have a friendship without the benefits. Right?

He runs a hand down his face, trying to smooth away this painful confusion. This was all so new to him- sex and feelings, romance, love. And he didn’t have many brothers around him who understood from his perspective. Most of them were attracted to women.

Maybe it wasn’t that different? Maybe-

“Man trouble?”

Core looks up as a hand claps down on his shoulder, a brief glance at the five tattooed on the clone's right temple bringing a smile to his face.

“Like only a soldier can have.”

“A “dear clone” message, huh? I’m sorry, Commander. That’s not an easy thing to move through.”

Core saluted him with a drink and a small shrug. It was common enough to have earned a name. Didn’t make it any easier. 

Fives waves at the bartender, indicating a drink for himself and another for Core, settling into his seat as he glances around the room. Core knew what he saw. Plenty of attractive men of all species littered the bar - flirting, dancing, drinking - only one or two of them were clones. Core smirks condescendingly to himself. Even with the risk of this pain, the need for sex and companionship drove them out here. Core was more here for the companionship, for the closeness, Fives was here more for the sex. Not that he could blame the vode. The sex was good too.

Core took a heavy swig of his drink. “S0, no brother of yours again tonight?”

Fives smirked as he leaned his elbows back against the bar. “We’re all brothers, commander.”

Core gave him a look through his smile. “You know what I mean, trooper.”

Fives nodded and looked back out to the bar. “Naw, not tonight. I’m still not sure I want him to come to this place. Not that he wouldn’t like it. It's just… not the clientele he’s interested in. Not his ‘community’.” He grinned at the Commander, using Core’s own words. His look turned thoughtful as he looked around. “Besides. It’s not so bad having something that’s just mine. We share everything, but it would be… a different story to share this. Since it’s not his.”

Core understood. He loved his brothers in command, but… this wasn’t their place. They’d be tourists here. And he didn’t want to worry about being on display.

He finishes his drink. “At least you can still share the women talk.”

“Oh yes, we can still do plenty of that,” Fives chuckles, still thoughtful. “And it helps to know that he understands me coming out on my own, having an experience he can’t be part of. No matter what happens, he’ll always have my back. That’s what brothers do.” He looks back at Core, hand clapping back onto his shoulder. “So just remember- you’ll always have us, Commander. Your brothers. No matter what happens.”

Something in Core relaxes, like muscles from their burden. Fives was right. He had something not a lot of people had. Brothers. Brothers by his side no matter what. He looks up with a small smile at his friend before the bartender places their drinks in front of them. They both take a glass.

“To brothers,” Core toasts

“To brothers,” Fives echoes.

Their glasses clink before they both take a sip. Core turns out to look at the bar, seeing some familiar faces of friends, a past lover or two.

Fives glances out at the throng. “How 'bout it, Commander? Ready to get up again?”

Core takes a deep breath and grins, grabbing his helmet off the bar. “Heck, I was never one to ignore a challenge.”

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NOW

Core pours the amber bourbon into two glasses sitting on his desk, corking the bottle before passing one of them over to his guest. The Corporal sits straight backed in his chair, serious, the well trained trooper.

Is this really the Echo Fives talked about?

Echo takes the drink from him, looking at it with surprise. "How did you even get this onboard, Commander?”

Core smirks out a chuckle. “I’ve got my ways.” He takes a swig of his own. “Helps that my Jedi doesn’t mind a sip every now and then.”

Echo lets a smirk slide. “Hm. That does tend to make things easier.” He takes a sip, nodding appreciatively. He settles in and looks up at the Commander. “What can I do for you, sir?”

Sheesh, all business. You could crack an egg on that rigid expression. Fives must be rolling around in his grave.

Core leans back in his chair and crosses one leg over the other. “You never did make it out to 97s, did you?”

Echo’s brow crinkles in confusion. “97s?”

Core nods through another sip. “With Fives.”

Echo's brows shoot up. “No, never got the invite…” He leans forward. “You knew him?”

Core nodded. “Good man. Good trooper. Good friend.” He gulps down what's left of his drink and sets his glass on the desk. “All of us at 97s were devastated to hear the news.”

None of them had believed it. None of them could handle it.

Echo’s posture deflates a bit. He takes a large gulp to finish his drink and sets it on the table. Core fills the glass again as Echo leans back in his seat. 

There. There he was - the brother who’d lost a brother. Not a Corporal, not a trooper, just… vod.

Echo’s voice is softer but still steady. “How… was he? After…”

“Broken, for awhile.” Core fills his own glass again, remembering. “He never did recover from not having you around. He moved on, still smiled, but he was never as carefree as before.”

Echo sighs, picking up his drink, staring at the liquid in the glass. “I… know the feeling. Its hard when you grow up with someone by your side only to find them… gone.” He takes another hearty gulp, the medicine for his pain.

Core watches his own glass for a moment. “I can’t imagine what it was like having him gone when you returned from Skako. I’m glad…” he looks back up to his guest. “I’m glad there was a squad waiting for you when you came back.”

Echo nodded solemnly. “I am too. They’re… unconventional, but that makes them more like Fives in some ways.”

“They’re still brothers.”

“They're still brothers.”

Core takes a gulp and sets the drink down, leaning forward, elbows on the desk. He didn't want to do this. Didn't have to do this. But, well... he did.

“Fives once reminded me that brothers always have your back. We’re lucky that way. No matter what happens with the wars, our jedi, our partners - we always have each other.”

A small smile. “That sounds like him.”

“Fives was important to me, and you were important to him. I owe it to him to watch a brother's back if he isn't here to do it himself.”

“Hm.” Echo nods absentmindedly. 

“So, I’m asking this in my duty to Fives,” Core looks at Echo over his laced fingers. “Is sharing this woman really a good idea?”

Echo freezes, drink halfway to his lips. “Sir?”

“Your medic,” Core repeats. “Is sleeping with her going to cause problems for you and your squad?”

Echo quickly downs his drink. Core smirks - Fives used to do that when he was trying to cover something up. “Ah, sir, that’s just a…just a rumor.”

Core laughs good-naturedly. “Which is what I’ll tell anyone who asks, trooper. But I’ve seen you all together. When you live your life reading body language to find your ‘people’, you get very good at it. And you boys were practically screaming.”

Echo sighs in defeat, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees. 

“She’s not… no. No, she won’t,” he says solemnly.

“You’re sure about that?” Core presses. “Don’t get me wrong, I like the girl. Seems like more than enough to handle you all. But if you’re not careful...”

Echo rubs the back of his neck, more thoughtful than embarrassed. But... still a little embarrassed.

“It’s not… we’re not just sleeping with her, sir. She isn’t some bunker bunny we all let off steam with between missions. We all… care about her."

Core blinks for a moment. "Oh really?"

Echo nods. "She wasn’t even going to sign up for it if… that was all we wanted. But we all care about her, and we all… can make up for each others... deficiencies.”

Core doesn’t let up. “And you all agreed to this? Sober?”

“Yes.” Echo finally looks up. “I know it sounds a bit out there, Commander. But it... works. And… while it's nice to have someone who looks at me like that, wants to be around me, there’s... there's still a war. I have a duty, we all do. And knowing there are others, that if I can’t be there for her, can't..." he swallows "make it back… it makes it easier. It makes it work.”

Core huffs, nodding. “Well, its not nearly the strangest thing I’ve ever heard.” He seems sure. He’s a grown ass clone, can make his own choices, and he’s being sincere…

What would Fives have said to his brother now?

Core smirks. “I’m glad for you, Echo. That’s what he’d say.”

Echo huffs a smirk in return. “I think he would. Thank you, Commander.”

“Just know, if anything happens, you’ve still got us. You’ve still got your brothers. We’ll always have your back.”

Echo’s nods, saying almost to himself. “Thank you, Fives.”

Core smiles.

“Well,” Core claps his hand down on the table before leaning back again, “let me know if there’s anything fun I can do, besides keeping this a secret- especially since I’m stealing your squad’s cyarika for some ‘girl talk’. I’ll owe you big for that one.”

Echo snorts a bit, chuckling for a moment before he pauses.

“Actually, Commander....” he says thoughtfully, a glint of mischief in his eyes, “there is something you could do for me. And its just audacious enough to earn the Fives seal of approval.``

Core’s smirk is almost devilish as he leans forward on his desk. THIS is the Echo he'd waited to meet. About kriffing time.

“I’m listening Corporal. And I can already tell you - I'm all in.”

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[stellarbit]

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.

-

“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.”

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In More Ways Than One, Part 10.5 - Bad Batch x F!Reader - Brothers

Summary: Commander Core has a duty to perform.

Tags: No smut this chapter, just some feels.

Warnings: Sad feelings.

Notes: Is this bridge chapter longer than it normally is? Yes. Does a bitch give a kriff? No. Eat it up, beebees.

Also - a "dear clone" message is equivalent to a 'dear john' letter. If you aren't sure what that is, ask the Google.

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THEN

Commander Core swirls his amaretto sour in his glass, watching the residue left in cylindrical waves slowly fall back down the sides. He mentally plays the conversation from earlier for the umpteenth time in the last 2 hours.

“Oh, Core! Its good to see you! I…I didn’t think I’d see you after my message.”

“Oh, I haven’t checked, wanted to surprise you! Didn’t want to waste any of my shore leave.”

“Oh…while I love the sentiment, that makes this part harder.”

“Baaaabe?”

“Just a second!”

“Oh, ah, I…I see.”

“I’m sorry, Core, you mean a lot to me, but… you did preface this with how you can’t be in a relationship…”

“You’re right, you’re right. I’m… happy for you.”

“Core.”

“No, its… its alright. I understand. I’ll… just be going then.”

“I’ll see you around 97’s?”

“Yeah, of course. When I’m planetside. Have a good night.”

He grunts to himself. What a weird thing to say to someone. "See you around 97s", what the hell for? He sighs, setting down his glass. Yeah, he was salty... he had really liked the guy. But... he HAD been the one to keep the distance - it just didn't make sense with a war going on. And its not like they couldn't still know each other, have a friendship without the benefits. Right?

He runs a hand down his face, trying to smooth away this painful confusion. This was all so new to him- sex and feelings, romance, love. And he didn’t have many brothers around him who understood from his perspective. Most of them were attracted to women.

Maybe it wasn’t that different? Maybe-

“Man trouble?”

Core looks up as a hand claps down on his shoulder, a brief glance at the five tattooed on the clone's right temple bringing a smile to his face.

“Like only a soldier can have.”

“A “dear clone” message, huh? I’m sorry, Commander. That’s not an easy thing to move through.”

Core saluted him with a drink and a small shrug. It was common enough to have earned a name. Didn’t make it any easier. 

Fives waves at the bartender, indicating a drink for himself and another for Core, settling into his seat as he glances around the room. Core knew what he saw. Plenty of attractive men of all species littered the bar - flirting, dancing, drinking - only one or two of them were clones. Core smirks condescendingly to himself. Even with the risk of this pain, the need for sex and companionship drove them out here. Core was more here for the companionship, for the closeness, Fives was here more for the sex. Not that he could blame the vode. The sex was good too.

Core took a heavy swig of his drink. “S0, no brother of yours again tonight?”

Fives smirked as he leaned his elbows back against the bar. “We’re all brothers, commander.”

Core gave him a look through his smile. “You know what I mean, trooper.”

Fives nodded and looked back out to the bar. “Naw, not tonight. I’m still not sure I want him to come to this place. Not that he wouldn’t like it. It's just… not the clientele he’s interested in. Not his ‘community’.” He grinned at the Commander, using Core’s own words. His look turned thoughtful as he looked around. “Besides. It’s not so bad having something that’s just mine. We share everything, but it would be… a different story to share this. Since it’s not his.”

Core understood. He loved his brothers in command, but… this wasn’t their place. They’d be tourists here. And he didn’t want to worry about being on display.

He finishes his drink. “At least you can still share the women talk.”

“Oh yes, we can still do plenty of that,” Fives chuckles, still thoughtful. “And it helps to know that he understands me coming out on my own, having an experience he can’t be part of. No matter what happens, he’ll always have my back. That’s what brothers do.” He looks back at Core, hand clapping back onto his shoulder. “So just remember- you’ll always have us, Commander. Your brothers. No matter what happens.”

Something in Core relaxes, like muscles from their burden. Fives was right. He had something not a lot of people had. Brothers. Brothers by his side no matter what. He looks up with a small smile at his friend before the bartender places their drinks in front of them. They both take a glass.

“To brothers,” Core toasts

“To brothers,” Fives echoes.

Their glasses clink before they both take a sip. Core turns out to look at the bar, seeing some familiar faces of friends, a past lover or two.

Fives glances out at the throng. “How 'bout it, Commander? Ready to get up again?”

Core takes a deep breath and grins, grabbing his helmet off the bar. “Heck, I was never one to ignore a challenge.”

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NOW

Core pours the amber bourbon into two glasses sitting on his desk, corking the bottle before passing one of them over to his guest. The Corporal sits straight backed in his chair, serious, the well trained trooper.

Is this really the Echo Fives talked about?

Echo takes the drink from him, looking at it with surprise. "How did you even get this onboard, Commander?”

Core smirks out a chuckle. “I’ve got my ways.” He takes a swig of his own. “Helps that my Jedi doesn’t mind a sip every now and then.”

Echo lets a smirk slide. “Hm. That does tend to make things easier.” He takes a sip, nodding appreciatively. He settles in and looks up at the Commander. “What can I do for you, sir?”

Sheesh, all business. You could crack an egg on that rigid expression. Fives must be rolling around in his grave.

Core leans back in his chair and crosses one leg over the other. “You never did make it out to 97s, did you?”

Echo’s brow crinkles in confusion. “97s?”

Core nods through another sip. “With Fives.”

Echo's brows shoot up. “No, never got the invite…” He leans forward. “You knew him?”

Core nodded. “Good man. Good trooper. Good friend.” He gulps down what's left of his drink and sets his glass on the desk. “All of us at 97s were devastated to hear the news.”

None of them had believed it. None of them could handle it.

Echo’s posture deflates a bit. He takes a large gulp to finish his drink and sets it on the table. Core fills the glass again as Echo leans back in his seat. 

There. There he was - the brother who’d lost a brother. Not a Corporal, not a trooper, just… vod.

Echo’s voice is softer but still steady. “How… was he? After…”

“Broken, for awhile.” Core fills his own glass again, remembering. “He never did recover from not having you around. He moved on, still smiled, but he was never as carefree as before.”

Echo sighs, picking up his drink, staring at the liquid in the glass. “I… know the feeling. Its hard when you grow up with someone by your side only to find them… gone.” He takes another hearty gulp, the medicine for his pain.

Core watches his own glass for a moment. “I can’t imagine what it was like having him gone when you returned from Skako. I’m glad…” he looks back up to his guest. “I’m glad there was a squad waiting for you when you came back.”

Echo nodded solemnly. “I am too. They’re… unconventional, but that makes them more like Fives in some ways.”

“They’re still brothers.”

“They're still brothers.”

Core takes a gulp and sets the drink down, leaning forward, elbows on the desk. He didn't want to do this. Didn't have to do this. But, well... he did.

“Fives once reminded me that brothers always have your back. We’re lucky that way. No matter what happens with the wars, our jedi, our partners - we always have each other.”

A small smile. “That sounds like him.”

“Fives was important to me, and you were important to him. I owe it to him to watch a brother's back if he isn't here to do it himself.”

“Hm.” Echo nods absentmindedly. 

“So, I’m asking this in my duty to Fives,” Core looks at Echo over his laced fingers. “Is sharing this woman really a good idea?”

Echo freezes, drink halfway to his lips. “Sir?”

“Your medic,” Core repeats. “Is sleeping with her going to cause problems for you and your squad?”

Echo quickly downs his drink. Core smirks - Fives used to do that when he was trying to cover something up. “Ah, sir, that’s just a…just a rumor.”

Core laughs good-naturedly. “Which is what I’ll tell anyone who asks, trooper. But I’ve seen you all together. When you live your life reading body language to find your ‘people’, you get very good at it. And you boys were practically screaming.”

Echo sighs in defeat, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees. 

“She’s not… no. No, she won’t,” he says solemnly.

“You’re sure about that?” Core presses. “Don’t get me wrong, I like the girl. Seems like more than enough to handle you all. But if you’re not careful...”

Echo rubs the back of his neck, more thoughtful than embarrassed. But... still a little embarrassed.

“It’s not… we’re not just sleeping with her, sir. She isn’t some bunker bunny we all let off steam with between missions. We all… care about her."

Core blinks for a moment. "Oh really?"

Echo nods. "She wasn’t even going to sign up for it if… that was all we wanted. But we all care about her, and we all… can make up for each others... deficiencies.”

Core doesn’t let up. “And you all agreed to this? Sober?”

“Yes.” Echo finally looks up. “I know it sounds a bit out there, Commander. But it... works. And… while it's nice to have someone who looks at me like that, wants to be around me, there’s... there's still a war. I have a duty, we all do. And knowing there are others, that if I can’t be there for her, can't..." he swallows "make it back… it makes it easier. It makes it work.”

Core huffs, nodding. “Well, its not nearly the strangest thing I’ve ever heard.” He seems sure. He’s a grown ass clone, can make his own choices, and he’s being sincere…

What would Fives have said to his brother now?

Core smirks. “I’m glad for you, Echo. That’s what he’d say.”

Echo huffs a smirk in return. “I think he would. Thank you, Commander.”

“Just know, if anything happens, you’ve still got us. You’ve still got your brothers. We’ll always have your back.”

Echo’s nods, saying almost to himself. “Thank you, Fives.”

Core smiles.

“Well,” Core claps his hand down on the table before leaning back again, “let me know if there’s anything fun I can do, besides keeping this a secret- especially since I’m stealing your squad’s cyarika for some ‘girl talk’. I’ll owe you big for that one.”

Echo snorts a bit, chuckling for a moment before he pauses.

“Actually, Commander....” he says thoughtfully, a glint of mischief in his eyes, “there is something you could do for me. And its just audacious enough to earn the Fives seal of approval.``

Core’s smirk is almost devilish as he leans forward on his desk. THIS is the Echo he'd waited to meet. About kriffing time.

“I’m listening Corporal. And I can already tell you - I'm all in.”

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