Word Count: 7.7k
Pairings: The Bad Batch x fem!reader, Tech girlies you get an extra treat.
Warnings: I'm not gonna lie y'all, this is smut with almost no plot. I can't list it all. I have no excuses, it's all the batch at once so that should give you an idea of what you're walking into. But no clonecest here. Barely proofread.
Summary: The Bad Batch and you are supporting the 501st on a mission, where you are reunited with your old squad. The Batch get a bit jealous and Jesse fans the flame. NSFW
Fives is alive for this because, who doesn’t need more Fives and who doesn’t want to scream at canon sometimes.
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“It’s obnoxious is what it is.” Crosshair spat, biting down hard enough on his toothpick to snap it in two.
The source of his irritation was the scene unfolding amongst the men of the 501st. During another last-minute mission as General Skywalker's backup, you and Echo had settled in with your former squad before it was time to turn in for the night. Gathered in a loose circle were Echo, Rex, Jesse, Fives, Kix, and you, catching up while the Batch observed from a distance.
Perched on a crate, with Fives at your side leaning on an elbow and talking your ear off, you crossed your ankles and swayed your feet lightly, clearly enjoying the conversation. When Fives' hand casually landed on your thigh, emphasizing his point, Wrecker couldn't suppress a low groan.
"What's so special about those guys, anyway?" Wrecker grumbled, tossing a hand in your direction as a loud laugh escaped you. "I bet it's not even that funny!"
Paying as little attention to the situation as possible, Tech interjected, "There's nothing 'special' about them. It’s simply a shared history." He glanced up to see Fives stand a bit taller, gesturing animatedly as he dominated the conversation. Fives leaned closer to you, his hands gripping your knees for balance.
Logically, there was nothing wrong with their behavior. As Tech understood it, such comradery was not uncommon amongst the regs. Yet seeing you at the center of it set his teeth on edge.
Kix and Jesse had picked up on the Batch’s attitude the moment you stepped off the Marauder. Rex warmed up to the 99’s but the rest of the 501st maintained their distance. That distance solidified into distaste when you left the 501st to join the Batch.
As Rex and Echo broke away on their own, Jesse sidled up to your side, opposite of Fives, with Kix at his side. While Fives pulled every laugh out of you he could, Kix noticed the scowl Tech was leveling him and subtly nudged Jesse.
“Looks like we’ve got an audience.” Kix muttered.
Jesse glanced briefly towards the four Batch members who were watching intently. "Oh, really?" Jesse scoffed, his gaze sweeping over the group before returning to you with a renewed, cocky smile. “Well, then let’s give them something to look at.”
Hopping up next to you, Jesse leaned into your space to position behind your back and hovering over your waist. “Say, Shorty?” He finally interrupted Fives’ ramblings, getting the ARC trooper to push off of you.
“Oh!” You laughed. “Back to ‘Shorty’ are we?”
Fives crossed his arms and grinned, “Well, seeing as how you are shorter than us - you’ll always be a shorty to us.” He nodded towards his brothers at your side. You rolled your eyes, but the small smile tugging at you betrayed your enjoyment
Catching this, Jesse and Fives shared a knowing look, Fives briefly glancing at Jesse's hand still poised near your side. Fives then uncrossed his arms and nodded subtly.
“As I was saying…” Jesse continued, his tone teasing. “You ever get over that little twitch of yours?”
A confused look passed over you. With a small shake of your head you asked, “What ‘twitch?’”
Without warning, Jesse’s hand snapped to your side, his fingers wiggling into your ribs, eliciting a yelp as you jumped into him. In a desperate attempt to escape his tickling, you shimmied forward, laughing through the discomfort. The sudden movement toppled you off the crate, straight into Fives’ waiting arms. Without missing a beat, he caught you with one arm cradling your ass and the other holding you by your waist.
Jesse and Kix chuckled as you shoved against Fives, your feigned anger fooling no one. Kix leaned over to Jesse, musing, "Oh, they didn't like that one bit."
“Looks like someone should go lend them some comfort.” Jesse said sarcastically, sauntering off towards the four troopers.
From their side, the Batch watched on in disgust as you sat in Fives’ arms losing yourself in laughter. He hoisted you over his shoulder, bouncing you a couple of times for show, before setting you back on your feet.
"Show off," Hunter muttered under his breath, rolling his eyes as he turned from the spectacle. He gestured to his brothers with a brisk nod. "C'mon lads, let’s head inside." Despite the order, Tech, Wrecker, and Crosshair remained firmly in place as Jesse approached, his presence igniting further irritation.
A guttural growl rumbled from Crosshair as Jesse closed in, his tone playful yet provocative. "You're not heading out so soon, are you, fellas?" He jerked a thumb back in your direction, his grin sharp. "You’re missing all the fun over here."
“Oh goody.” Crosshair angled a mean smile at him, placing a toothpick between his lips. “Tell me, are all regs as dull as you?”
Maintaining his composure, Jesse leaned in slightly, his confidence unshaken. “With her smiling like that, I can’t say I’m too worried about being dull. We always kept her smiling. In fact, most nights with us ended with her being happy.” He casually rested a hand on his hip, his smirk widening. “Guess you fellas are only good with clankers.”
Tech, standing next to Crosshair, frowned deeply, his eyes flicking between the men of the 501st and you. His voice was sharp, clinical. “What exactly are you insinuating?”
Before Jesse could reply, Wrecker pushed forward, his massive frame towering as he stepped between his brothers. His voice was deep and menacing, each word dripping with threat., “Yeah, what are you in-sin-ua-ting?”
Jesse stepped closer, meeting the challenge and smirking up at the large clone. “I’m saying, we must’ve been doing something you aren't.” His gaze briefly flickering over to where you were mingling with others, finally realizing where Jesse had strayed off to. While he could, Jesse snuck in one more jab. “Guess Echo didn’t tell you everything. We were more than a squad to her.”
The implication ripped a growl from Crosshair, but before he could escalate the situation, your warm voice broke the tension. “You wouldn’t be causing trouble now, would you, Jesse?”
Jesse turned toward you with a feigned innocence, his chuckle light. “Of course not,” he replied smoothly. “Just catching them up on the old days.” As he clapped a hand on your shoulder and gave it a playful shake, he threw in, “Speaking of which, why don’t you bunk with us tonight, Shorty? It’ll be just like old times.”
His use of your nickname in front of your squad heated your face. From the noise Crosshair made, you were going to have trouble living that down.
With a laugh, you rolled his hand off your shoulder, your tone light but firm. “Oh, I don’t think so. I actually need to get some sleep.” You poked a finger into Jesse’s chest plate playfully yet pointedly. “Which I’m sure wouldn’t happen with your lot around.”
Wrecker's eyebrows flew up as he shot a look at Hunter, who wore a similarly stunned expression. They were just beginning to catch glimpses of your unfiltered self, and while they had suspected the men of the 501st were trying to rile them up, they never dreamt of the level of intimacy you just admitted to.
Seeing you banter so comfortably with the regs, with laughter and playful jabs, left the Batch glowering. For the first time in their lives, they were truly jealous of these regs. They were getting used to being the closest to you, the ones you leaned on during missions, and this unexpected side of you—closer with regs than them—struck a chord.
“Let’s go, lads.” Hunter ordered with a firmness that turned your head. You knew your squad was on edge with the regs, but Hunter sounded almost angry. He left without another word and his brothers trailed behind shortly after. Crosshair was the last to leave, flicking his toothpick past Jesse, barely missing his face.
Watching them retreat to the makeshift barracks adjacent to the 501st’s, you turned to Jesse, your expression one of exasperation. "What did you do?" you demanded.
Jesse put his hands up innocently, saying, “Not my fault your squad doesn’t like to share.”
Share? Weighing the worth of further questioning him against checking in with the Batch, you grumbled in frustration and pointed a warning finger at your former squadmate, “You’re just as bad.” Not allowing him to get under your skin as well you made for your barracks.
You walked in on the Batch quietly conversing, standing around Wrecker as he sat on a bottom bunk. Out of the lot, Tech and Wrecker turned slightly to see you walking in their direction. You gave a little wave as you neared. The conversation fell silent the nearer you got, widening your nervous smile. They are not happy, you inwardly groaned
Attempting to break the tension you said in a light tone, “Can’t believe we’re actually sleeping in the barracks.” Pulling up to the corner of Wrecker’s bunk, you leaned against the post, arms crossed. “Echo will be pleasantly surprised.”
Crosshair snorted, “It fits. He’s full of surprises.” His odd response, again, pinched your brows.
Widening your eyes and raising your brows in the awkward moment, you flared your fingers out around your arms. “Well, I’ll just pick a bunk.”
You pushed off the bunk only for Wrecker to catch you by the elbow and tug you into his lap, teetering on his thigh, with a hand at the small of your back.
You twisted in your spot to smile at Wrecker, who was looking unexpectedly bashful. “What’s all this?” They boys had only recently started toeing past physical boundaries, this was a bit of a jump for them. Further trying to dissipate the tension, you rocked into Wrecker with your hip. “Scared of sleeping alone suddenly?”
Wrecker swallowed hard, his eyes darting briefly to his brothers as if seeking support or reassurance.
Maintaining a polite, albeit confused, smile you followed his line of sight.. While Tech kept his nose in his datapad, Crosshair stepped up next to Hunter, prompting the Sergeant to step forward and take a knee in front of you.
Hunter's gaze was heavy as he took a deep breath, then slowly lifted his eyes to meet yours. The intensity there caused you to catch and hold your breath, something going taut between you.
"We've been thinking," Hunter began, his voice cautious, as if testing the waters. His hand gently came to rest over your knee, his touch causing you to straighten instinctively, pressing you further into Wrecker’s lap. Until then, you had almost forgotten your position with Wrecker, but his large hand then settled more firmly around your waist.
The dual sensation of their touches sent a shiver through you, a subtle tremble that Wrecker evidently felt too, eliciting a soft, strained noise from him.
“There’s something we’d like to do for you.” Hunter smiled, his hand sliding north of your knee.
You went stock still, eyes blown wide as Hunter leaned in. You shot a look at Crosshair to find him twirling a toothpick between his fingers with a satisfied smile. Next to him, Tech caught your eyes. Where Hunter’s eyes had stilled you, Tech’s thrilled you. You were happy to be seated with Wrecker, because having Tech’s full attention made you feel weak.
“What’s that?” You asked, voice just above a whisper, as you broke away from Tech to find Hunter still watching you. You heart jumped into your throat when Hunter’s thumb smoothed over your inner thigh.
“Have you ever thought about-” Hunter paused, clearing his throat to cover up his hesitation. Slowly and calmly he started again, “Have you ever thought about spending the night with us?”
“I already-”
“Think a little harder.” Crosshair cut you off with an amused tune. Your eyes snapped to Crosshair and, somehow, the arrogance in his stance filled you in on Hunter’s meaning. Heat flared through you, flushing your face so quickly you knew even your ears were red.
On more than one occasion you’d found release lost in the fantasy of being the center of their attention. Every time you witnessed them sans armor you had to manually breathe through professionalism.
Again you looked to Hunter, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth with a slow nod. Hunter dipped his head, hiding the way his smile widened. Barely lifting his head, he chuffed and followed up with, “Would you like to spend tonight with us?”
You were able to swallow the whine in your throat enough to nod another affirmative. Hunter opened his mouth but was interrupted by Tech.
“That will not suffice.” Both you and Hunter looked to Tech for clarification. Tech adjusted his goggles but shook his head. “If this is something you want, you will need to agree to what we are asking verbally.” Your legs squeezed together at Tech’s stern tone.
You felt Hunter’s gaze shift back to you, but you eyes were trained on Tech. A smile, wobbly and excited, fluttered over your lips. “Yes,” Heat pooled between your legs, you squirmed in Wrecker’s lap, and you said. “I want to spend the night the night with you guys.”
Wrecker’s other hand found your side, firming his grip to hold you in place. He laughed through his nerves, “Watch it with that.”
Suddenly, you became very aware of where you were seated in his lap. Pushed back over his knee, just an inch or so from his crotch. If you twisted even the slightest you’d pressed him. With intent, you carefully turned into him to offer a smile. As Wrecker groaned against the pressure of your leg you offered a half-assed apology.
Wrecker took one look at you and crashed his lips into yours. A moment of shock hit you before your started moving against him, melting into the feel of his tongue against yours. When Wrecker leaned you back and deepened the kiss, a little needy noise escaped you
It was enough for Crosshair to kick Wrecker’s foot. “Ease up.” Crosshair. Wrecker did indeed ease up, breaking the kiss and leaving you dazed and panting in his eyes.
“Sorry,” He chuckled, lifting a thumb to wipe your lips dry. “Got a lil excited there.”
All you could manage was a hum as he righted you in his lap. Hunter tilted his head back, his smile turning into a challe, “You sure wanna do this?”
You answered by sliding from Wrecker’s knee onto his, slipping your arms around his neck, and stopping just as your lips hovered over his. Lightly squeezing his thigh between yours, you said on a breath. “I’ll only say it once more. I want this.” Grinding onto him, you added. “Badly.”
Catching his lips in a slow kiss, you moved with his hands as they found your hips and pressed you harder onto his knee. With every brush of your clit against him, an ache, hot and desperate, grew in your core. The sound of shuffling armor only reached you as Hunter tapped your thigh, easing you back into reality. “Let’s get you out of those clothes.”
Eager to continue as quickly as possible, you bounced off of Hunter’s knee to make quick work of your attire. By the time you were down to your underthings they were all down to their blacks in some way. Tech’s was still zipped up, Crosshair and Hunter had theirs stripped to the waist, and Wrecker was stepping out of his.
Just the sight of them fully dressed was enough to fluster you, finally seeing them bare made you feel downright feral.
Wrecker stepped over to you, his already erect cock swaying with him. Your mouth went dry at his size, though it was fitting for a man of his stature. He tilted his head with a grin and gestured for the bunk behind you.
As you sat, you came face to face with his massive member before he dropped to a knee. The idea of taking him first, after not having anyone for a long time, thrilled you as much as it intimidated you. A warm body pressed against your back as a pair of long legs, still dressed in black, appeared on either side of you.
Wrecker hooked his fingers into your panties and pulled them off as Tech, in a low tone, said into your ear, “He’s going to warm you up.”
The chill his voice sent through you hit at the same time Wrecker’s tongue slid over you. Arching into Tech, you whined as Wrecker picked up a steady pace of long flat licks that ended with covering your clit with his mouth.
Tech wormed a hand between your bodies to discard your bra and give him access to your chest. Gloved hands cupped around your breasts, gently tracing the shape of them before rolling your nipples between his fingers.
Your entire body tensed as Tech played with your nipples. From between your legs, Wrecker chuckled as he slid his middle finger into you, “Oh, she likes that.” The ache Hunter had ignited grew as Wrecker kissed and sucked on your clit while working his finger into you.
“Is it true that you enjoy this?” Tech asked, applying more pressure as you writhed against him.
“Yes,” You barely managed to pant as you quickly reached your peak. “I do, I do, I-”
As you tightened around Wrecker’s finger, he suddenly broke away from you, leaving you empty and at the painful edge of release. “Not yet.” Wrecker left a kiss on your inner thigh as you grabbed to pull him back, only stopped by Tech holding you against him.
“Not yet.” Tech repeated sternly, again stilling you with his voice in your ear.
Wrecker stood as Tech slid out from behind you. Wrecker took his place, positioning you on top of his lap to spread your knees with his. Taking his finger, still wet with you, he traced your slit all the way to your ass. You were starting to tense at the sensation when Wrecker cooed as he slid his finger into you. “Don’t worry, I gotcha.”
Spread wide as Wrecker fingered you, Hunter could see how badly you ached to be filled. With each stroke of Wrecker’s finger, you visibly clenched. Hunter finally released the length of him when you pressed a hand over your mouth to restrain a moan.
Crosshair stepped in to pull your hand away, letting the tail end of your noises loose. “They could hear.” You whined louder than you wanted.
Crosshair held your face in his hand, angling you to face him. With a hand braced on the top bunk, Crosshair leaned down to your eye level. Sucking on a tooth, he smirked as his eyes roamed your writhing form. Meeting your gaze again he gave you a gentle shake as he practically purred, “Then let’s give them something to listen to.”
He’d distracted you enough that Hunter’s sliding into between your legs startled you. Crosshair released your face when Hunter’s cock made contact with you. You leaned forward for a glimpse of him. His swollen head slid over you until he brushed up passed your clit. Precum leaked from him and slid down to mix with your own wetness. Hunter traced you a few times before he tipped your chin up.
Lined up with you, Hunter asked, “Ready?” Wrecker buried his finger in you as they both waited for your answer.
“Hunter, please.” You quickly whined, bracing your hand on his shoulders, truly desperate to be filled with him.
Hunter leaned in and rolled his hips into you, slowly breaching you until he was completely inside. “You feel,” Huntered groaned, “So good.” As he started pulling out, Wrecker timed his fingers with him.
Standing within reach of you, Crosshair pulled himself free of his blacks as he watched on. Your attention only pulled away from where you and Hunter were joined when you caught sight of Crosshair stroking himself.
Your noises grew in volume as the Hunter and Wrecker filled you over and over. Only a few strokes in and your toes were already curlling. Feeling your sudden grip, Hunter fully sheathed himself in you as Wrecker left you empty.
“You good?” Hunter asked in a strained voice as he throbbed within you.
You nodded, a blissful smile flashing over you. “Really good.”
Beneath you, Wrecker squirmed to reposition himself, even raising you out of his way as he did. You heard Wrecker spit but couldn’t tell what on. Hunter pulled you against him for support as Wrecker pressed up against your ass and slid over its entrance. You tried to whip around but Hunter held you firm.
Pressing a kiss into your neck, Hunter mumbled, “Tell us to stop and we will.”
While Wrecker waited, throbbing against you, Hunter lightly rocked his hips, moving just enough to rub into your cervix. You watched Crosshair’s head angle to get a view of your ass, then your heaving chest, before settling back on your eyes. He continued stroking himself, smirk growing as a needy expression flooded you.
You swallowed hard when precum spilled out of Crosshair’s cock. “Keep going.” You moaned, granting Wrecker the permission to pull you down onto him. Your body went taught when the flare of his glans pushed past your threshold. Inhaling, you whined and waited for more of Wrecker.
You only waited a second longer before you were grinding yourself over him, not only taking more of Wrecker but grinding farther onto Hunter. “That’s a good girl.” Wrecker sighed happily as he leaned back on one hand and supported your ass as you moved over him.
The two of them had you completely filled, stretching you in a way that made you see stars. You knew you’d never be the same after feeling this. Hunter angled your hips enough that each thrust pushed into your G-spot. Each of their thrusts had you whimpering louder as you felt the ache in your core tighten.
Giving your ass cheek a firm grasp, Wrecker’s head fall back in ecstacy. It took everything in him to not move faster and push harder into you. He wanted to feel you make you come completely undone around him, break apart for him even, but he sat back and let you pleasure yourself on him.
Eyes still on Crosshair, you extended an open hand to him, urging him closer. The sniper snorted but obliged you, giving you full access to his body. Resting back on Wrecker, you let Hunter take over the rhythm as you pulled Crosshair closer.
Swiping a thumb over Crosshair’s slit, his precum spilled over you. Crosshair ran a hand over your hair and around to your jawline. “Of course that’s not enough for you,” Crosshair mused. His cock, thick in your hand, had a small patch of silver hair at its base you brushed as you pumped your hand over him.
Each deliberate move of your hand challenged Crosshair’s composure. He clenched his jaw to hide the pleasure he felt. His resolve cracked as his eyes fluttered and he leaned in to your grasp.
The rare sight of Crosshair’s softened features made you whimper and writhe in Hunter’s hold. Your tightening grip rushed Hunter to his limit. He rested his forehead in the crook of your neck. “Mesh’la, keep doing that and I won’t last much longer.”
Allowing himself a few shallow thrusts, Wrecker groaned, “I’m right there too.” He’d barely gotten the words out when Wrecker groaned loudly, pumping hard into you as he throbbed and lost control.
Hunter picked up his pace until he quickly pulled out and, a second later, coated you in cum. His hips kept rocking against you, rubbing over your clit and fueling the ache in your core. “Right there, right there.” You encouraged him as he kept moving over you until completely emptied himself.
With Wrecker still throbbing inside you, paired with the sudden pressure on your clit, your orgasm hit you hard. It wracked your body until your legs quivered. Fucked into an euphoric state, you leaned towards Crosshair, still aching for pleasure. You’d never dreamt this would be a reality and you were quickly becoming greedy.
“Easy now,” Wrecker murmured and, as gently as he could, eased out of you. Without him and Hunter, you felt emptier than ever before.
Hunter scooted back enough to sit back on his knees, panting and pushing his hair back out of his face. He watched as Wrecker pressed a kiss to your shoulder and helped you crawl over his legs to face Crosshair.
Prying your mouth open with a thumb, Crosshair hummed down to you, “If you want a taste, you better do it quickly.” A chill ran down your spine as Crosshair pulled you by your mouth, guiding you to the tip of his cock.
You stuck your tongue out to swirl around his head. He hissed as you eagerly took him into your mouth, bobbing over him and swiping your tongue side to side as you did. As promised, Crosshair only allowed you a small taste of him before pulling you off him.
He knelt to your eye level, crouching on the balls of his feet, to ask, “Do you want more?”
Your brows pulled together and a lazy smile lifted your lips. “I want you, Crosshair.”
Crosshair stilled for a moment, something striking a chord in him. His eyes quickly scanned yours before he caught your lips in a fast, hurried kiss. He broke the kiss just enough to murmur against your lips, “On your knees.”
The sniper helped you to your feet and got you onto the neighboring bunk. He guided you onto your hands and knees, facing his brothers. There was no teasing nor dragging out the moment. No, Crosshair immediately lined himself up with you, leaned over to cage you in his arms, and whispered, “I’ve wanted to do this for a long time.”
In one smooth thrust, Crosshair buried himself inside of you, immediately taking up a steady pace as he fucked you into the bunk. Crosshair draped himself over you, sneaking a hand around you and right to the apex of your thighs.
“Incoming.” Tech chimed from across the room.
Crosshair held you in place as the barracks door swooshed open and Echo walked in. A drop of panic hit your stomach when Echo’s sweeping look found you. Confused, horror overtook the cyborg and as he hurried over.
Nearly stumbling over Hunter, still regaining his composure on the floor, Echo ripped around to you. “Crosshair, what do you think you are doing?!”
Crosshair pushed off of you, straightening to posture over you and face Echo. Using your hips as leverage, Crosshair slowed his pace and confidently answered, “Whatever what she wants.”
Echo’s expression went stunned as he knelt in front of you. Slightly dazed, flushed, and cum covered, you tucked your face into the mattress in a rush of embarrassment. Still, you whined each time Crosshair’s hips hit yours.
Echo reached a concerned hand out, encouraging you to lift yourself again. His eyes searched yours, but you were too far gone to do anything but reach for the man in front of you. You ran your hand as far down Echo’s torso as you could and turned to press a kiss into his palm. “Echo.” His name came out on a moan that brought heat to his cheeks.
“Looks like there is something else she wants.” Crosshair chuckled behind you. He leaned back over you, bringing his mouth to your ear but holding Echo’s stare. “Why don’t you tell Echo what you want?”
You could barely think through Crosshair’s relentless thrusting and the rhythm of his fingers. “Echo.” His eyes slid to you to catch you kissing his hand again. “I want to taste you.” Licking the length of his hand, you wrapped your mouth around his forefinger.
Echo had been growing hard from the moment he saw your bare skin until the softness of your mouth got him instantly hard. Glancing between you, Echo kept an eye on the hand still reaching for him and slowly brought his hips to meet your touch.
As you pried off his codpiece with one hand, Echo assisted in pulling himself out of his underlayer.
You pulled Echo by his thigh so that he overshadowed your face. Starting at his base, where his balls met his shaft, you flattened your tongue and ran it up the length of him. Reaching his tip, you steadied him with your hand.
Echo mumbled under a grunt as you moved your mouth over him, “Oh, stars.”
The taste of Echo narrowed your focus on him, seeking to hear his pleasure. When Crosshair heard your own muffled moans, felt them with his chest against your back, he lifted off you. He traced a finger down your spine, feeling you arch into his touch as he went.
Echo was still adjusting to the reality he’d walked into when you started working your hand in tandom with your mouth. His hand flew to your head, his fingers threading into your hair. He couldn’t help himself as he kept his hand firm and met your rhythm with his own. You slackened into him as he pushed against the back of your throat.
The way you twitched around Crosshair, pulled a moan from him. Sensing your little struggle as you tried to take more of Echo, Crosshair again reached for your clit. “Relax.” He whispered as his hand made lazy circles around you.
Sliding off of Echo you swallowed and looked up to find him watching you with wide eyes and mouth slightly open. You didn’t look away as you opened wider and took him into your mouth. With a deep breath you relaxed as best you could and pushed him to the back of your throat. Moaning around him you pressed on until you felt him squeeze down your throat.
A moan, breathless and low, finally escaped Echo and he held you fast against him. The sounds you’d worked so hard for twisted that familiar ache in your core. Your eyes watered against the pressure as his cock twitched in your throat. You tasted him spilling inside you as he came undone.
Crosshair grunted, shuddering as you clenched down on him. Unwilling to finish before you did, Crosshair focused his touch on your clit into light, fast strokes.
You tapped Echo repeatedly until he pulled his softening cock out of you. Gasping for air your fell onto your elbows, head hanging over the side of the bunk. Face down, ass up you sounded on the verge of tears as you warbled, “Cross, I can’t. I’m gonna-”
His thrusts become long, slow, and angled right into the soft spot inside you. “Go on then.” Crosshair urged you on. “We all want to hear you.”
The low tone of his voice finished you. Your eyes rolled back and you cried out as you lost yourself in Crosshair’s hold. He continued pushing you through your release as long as he could until Crosshair had to pull out. Gripping your hips tight, he thrust one final time against you and sent ropes of his cum down your back. In the throws of his own pleasure, his groans matched yours in volume.
It took a few moments for your both to settle back into the present. Your legs were so weak that you were at Crosshair’s mercy to keep you upright. He felt you relax and sag into his him, prompting him to gently lay you to rest on your side. He brushed your hair out of your face, letting you look up at him without moving your head.
He watched you pant a second longer, swallowed and asked, “You okay?”
A little smile came to you. You coughed out an affirmative hum, and warmly croaked, “More than okay.”
Echo came around to your side, looking over you with concern. “What can we do?”
“Relax.” Hunter, already half dressed, came behind Echo and gestured casually towards another area. “Tech’s on it.” His gaze softened as he smiled down at you over Echo’s shoulder. “You really are something.”
His praise sent a wave of warmth through you, though you could only muster a pleasant hum in response, your energy still recovering.
“Tech’s gonna help you get cleaned up. That okay with you?” Hunter waved someone, presumably Tech, over.
Taking a deep breath, you raised onto your elbow. Tech was indeed inbound carrying some supplies and still full dressed. Suddenly you felt as bare as you were. You couldn’t look away, but gave Hunter the nod he and Crosshair needed to step away.
“C’mon boys, let’s give her some privacy.”
Echo looked you over once more, nodded and followed his brothers lead.
Soon it was just you and Tech in the quiet. For most of what happened, you’d lost track of Tech. Who had, by the looks of it, had steered completely clear of the scene.
Tech settled down next to you, placing a stack of necessities beside your head—clothes, towels, all topped with a bowl of water. You pushed yourself up to a sitting position with one hand, inspecting the items he had brought. “Thank you,” you mumbled shyly, the simple kindness in his preparation bringing some softness you very much needed.
“Sit up.” Tech instructed as he brought the water closer. You followed his order, positioning yourself with your back slightly turned. Looking over your shoulder, you watched Tech dip a small towl in the water before bringing it to your shoulder.
The towel was cool against your flushed skin. Jumping you said through a chill, “That’s cold, Tech.”
“You do not want warm water for this.” Tech said matter-of-factly. “Heat will denature the proteins in the se-”
“Oh! I didn’t know that.” You said quickly, cutting him off while also doing terrible job at covering your embarassment.
Tech rotated between wiping your back and ringing out the towel. When silence again fell over you, Tech asked softly. “Are you in any pain?”
You thought for a moment, doing a mental sweep of your body, and replied, “No, I’m okay.” You squeezed your eyes shut hearing yourself stuttering your words.
Tech immediately questioned you again, “Are you having regrets?”
You flinched to turn around, but kept your back to him. “No.” You replied softly. It went quiet again as Tech did a final swipe of your back.
“Now turn around.” Tech swapped out the towel for a fresh one as you slowly turned to face him.
Again, Tech dampened the cloth and brought it to your skin, the cool touch hitching your breath. As his hands carefully wiped your skin, he observed your slow, controlled breathing. His eyes darted to yours.
“You are uncharacteristically silent.” Tech noted bluntly with no follow up theory as to why.
Shoving your nerves to a manageable level, you blurted out, “Why didn’t you join?”
Tech’s hand stilled, but he kept your gaze for a beat. Moving to dampen the towel, he followed it with his eyes. He shrugged, saying, “Not really my thing.”
Your stomach dropped at his simple dismissal. Under your breath you said, “Oh.”
You kept watching Tech as he brought the towel back to your chest. When it came time to wipe your breast, Tech found your gaze again. He flattened his hand under the cloth and ran his whole hand over your breast, his thumb catching on your nipple.
A brazen surg hit you and you pushed, “So, I’m not really your thing?”
Tech pulled back slightly with his hand wiping you. Raising a brow he asked cautiously, “My thing?”
Despite slightly regretting your line of questioning, your fingers fidgeted together as you clarified, “As in, you’re not interested in being with me.”
His wariness faded as he focused back on his work, again rinsing the towel. “That… is not entirely accurate.” He lowered the towel down between your breasts to your stomach. He wore a cocky smile as he said, “Besides, something such as after care requires a more delicate touch.”
You caught his hand before he made it to your navel. “Then what would be entirely accurate?”
Tech looked up through his goggles, his lip pulling to the side as he weighed what to say next. He wanted to make sure he was indeed being entirely accurate as he confessed, “I’m not interested in being with you in the company of others.”
His insinuation caught you off guard. Sitting a little more upright, your angled your head for a better view of those brown eyes. “So… you do want me?”
Tech’s head sagged slightly as he deadpanned. “Well, of course I do.” In your surprise, you released Tech’s hand and allowed him to finish wiping you down.
Steeling yourself against the warmth following his touch, you prodded further, “What if it was just you and I?”
Missing the subtlety behind you question, Tech simply replied, “That would be different for me.”
“It’s just you and I now, Tech,” You reminded him, voice barely above a whisper.
He was mid rinse when he heard you. The thought caused him to pause only for a moment before he wrung the towel out and turned back to you. Tech didn’t move to touch you. Instead, he muttered, “I did consider that, but I was not certain such an arrangment would interest you.”
Unable to let the chance pass, you grabbed Tech’s wrist again and flat out admitting, “It very much interests me.”
His attention fell to your hold on him for a moment. Gently he pulled out of your hand, moving the cool towel between your legs. Leaning closer as the fabric met your skin, Tech asked, “Does it interest you right now?”
“Well, of course it does.” You repeated his words in an impression of him. He hadn’t anticipated the sudden playfulness in your voice, but it brought a small smile to Tech.
Carefully, he wiped you clean, noting the movement in your face as he found every sensitive bit. When he was satisifed with his work, Tech set all the items he brought on the floor. He sat in front of you, one leg over the side of the bunk, and adjusted his goggles as he took in the full view of you. “You are beautiful," He marveled.
You got to your knees and scooted closer. With bated breath you asked what you've wanted to for weeks, “Can I kiss you?”
Tech blinked once, then twice before responding, “Given the circumstances, that wouldn’t be unwarranted.” There was a hint of sarcasm in his voice that forced a smile from you.
Your reaction pulled a mirrored smile from Tech that had crawling into his lap. With no restraint, you moved in to kiss him. Pecking him with feverish kisses, Tech quickly relaxed into your rhythm to deepen the sensation. It seemed he'd been waiting just as long as you.
His hands slid around to your back and tugged you against him. You held Tech’s face in your hands and ran your tongue across his bottom lip. It took little coaxing for Tech to give you access to his mouth, eagerly meeting your tongue with his.
You sat intertwined, blissfully lost in the taste of each other and comfortable in each other’s hold. Tech hardened beneath you and the angle your were sat on Tech had your crotch directly against his. The realization hit you both at the same time as started moving against one another.
The friction of his blacks made the pressure between your legs that much more mind numbing. Moaning into your kiss, you retreated a fraction with Tech chasing your lips. “Get out of this.” You managed to say.
Tech straightened himself while keeping you in his lap and his mouth on yours. Without breaking away from you, he peeled out of his blacks. Only when he couldn’t budge them farther did Tech pull away. You both were desperate for air, but more desperate for each other.
Dodging Tech’s hands, you helped him the rest of the way out of the clothing and hurried back into his lap. Tech leaned back against the bed post when you were saddled on top of him. With Tech’s assistance you raised yourself over him. The natural curve of his cock allowed you to line up with him without your hands.
You tried to lower yourself, but Tech’s hand on your ass held you in place. “May I record this?”
Without question you nodded. After he tapped the side of his goggles, he returned your nod and released his hold on you.
As soon as he eased up you sunk onto him. The sudden fullness of him immediately brightening your smile. Tech firmed his grip on your back, pulling you and your clit against his abdomen. “I’d like you to start slow.”
You gave in to his request, supporting yourself on his shoulders as you patiently rolled your hips. He had you pressed against him in a way that constantly stimulated you, sending more warmth between your legs. When he felt what it did to you, heard his name on your tongue, he started moving beneath you, saying almost in warning, “I’m going to move faster.”
Tech was stronger than you'd imagined, effortlessly sliding you over him and thrusting into you from below. The pace at which you moved against each other, completely intertwined, quickly sent you into delirium. He pressed against you in every way, against the walls of your pussy and the ache in your clit. By the grip you had on Tech, there was no hiding your rising ecstasy.
“That-” Tech grunted out, leaning you further so you were completely against him. “Must feel good.” His tone was confident, arrogant even and it made you want to fuck him until he couldn’t speak.
Still, your new position gave Tech the leverage he needed to find your G-spot. As he grazed it, you cried out his name, encouraging him to maintain that specific angle. “Tech! Keep going right there, please.” Your encouragement ended in pleading.
Doing exactly as you asked, Tech held you in place and drilled into you. Keeping a careful, steady rhythm that in moments took you right to the edge of an orgasm and shoved you right over.
You couldn’t speak as you shook in Tech’s arms. Every inch of you quaked as a softer wave of heat spread through you. Lolling against Tech, he held you close and he rocked you both forward.
Still seated inside you, Tech rested you onto your back with your legs hooked behind him. Turning your cheek with a kiss, Tech exposed your neck. He pumped into you while he trailed kisses to your ear.
“This is the only way I’ll have you.” Tech purred into your ear. You locked your ankles and pulled Tech deeper inside you. Tech noticably throbbed and chuckled softly, “That is not going to help me last.”
You used your legs as leverage to move over him, humming, “Good, I don’t want you to.”
Tech pulled back to flash you smirk. “In that case…” He rested a elbow by your head, held you by your waist and pulled out to thrust back into you. “I’m already close. You need to tell me where you want me.”
Feeling him deep inside you made it an easy decision. You pressed him with another kiss as you said, “Inside.”
Tech rocked hard into you, thoroughly filling you as he came inside you. The two of you settled into each other, spent and panting through mutual trembling.
“Well,” Tech took a deep breath and pushed up over you. “Let’s get cleaned up.”
After all the heat died down and you were all in fresh clothes, you laid out on your cot with an arm over your eyes. In their respective cots, Crosshair and Echo lounged on the edge of sleep while Wrecker and Hunter and Tech were quietly chatting.
Before the night ended you had one last relentless question.
Popping up on an elbow, you looked towars the still awake men. “Hunter?” You singled out the leader. Once you caught his eye you asked, “What caused all that?” The silence that fell pulled a suspicious smile from you.
With his back to you, Crosshair snorted, broadening your smile. You laughed and asked again, “What?”
Wrecker groaned, rolling his head back. “It was the regs.”
Echo immediately perked up, twisting to exchange a look with you. “What about them?” Echo asked warily.
Hunter sighed, “Jesse told us about how they used to…” He took a deep breath and rolled his hand as he continued, “Make you happy, let’s say.”
“And Echo knew.” Wrecker grumbled.
“Wait-” You and Echo tried interjecting, but Tech cut in.
“Not to mention you said how you wouldn’t get any sleep with them.”
When the dots connected for you, you covered your mouth, hung open, with a hand but couldn’t back the laugh that bubbled out of you.
From his cot, Echo covered his face with a groan, “Oh, no.”
Even Crosshair now sat up, exchanging confused looks with Tech, Wrecker, and Hunter.
Crosshair glanced at you and with an annoyed undertone he asked, “What?” He clearly did not like being on the outside of whatever you and Echo knew.
You shook your head and couldn’t fully answer through your laughter. “I never…”
Echo waved his prosthetic in the direction of the wall shared with the 501st. “We never did any of that. Jesse was just getting under your skin.” He groaned again, looking upwards and begging the Force for help. Gesturing in your direction he added, “And we wouldn’t get any sleep because they’d never stop yapping.”
You took deep breaths to settle down as Crosshair started chuckling.
“In retrospect, that is the more plausible option.” Tech said, shocked Jesse got the better of him.
Collapsing on your bunk, you called out warmly, “For the record, I am much happier as a part of this squad.”
Crosshair got the last word in, scoffing the last of his humor away, “Better be.”
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Tech x f!reader: Sweet and soft Tech goodness, reader is the Batch’s medic. This is a short and sweet little piece that helped me cope with the first panic attack I’ve ever experienced. Sort of friends to lovers if you squint. Mostly proofread.
Summary: You experience a panic attack since joining the GAR as a medic and while it’s not your first, it takes you by surprise. Thankfully Tech, who just so happens to be the one you’re crushing on, is there to help ground and comfort you.
words: 1.2k
warnings: description of a panic attack but other than that this is SFW.
a/n: it’s been wayyyy too long since I’ve posted anything but my life has been pretty awful recently so this ficlet is entirely self indulgent and me just trying to seek some much needed comfort. enjoy! 🫶🏻 @jetii I was inspired by your lovely header images from your fics when I started making one for this.💜
You aren’t sure what triggered it. That all too familiar feeling of panic begins gripping at your chest while your heart drops into your stomach. Your breathing starts to come in frequent short gasps as the panic settles in.
You fall to your knees with your arms clutching around your middle and lean forward so that your forehead is pressed to the cool metal deck of the refresher. Hot tears begin dripping from your lashes onto the ground and it’s taking everything in you not to let your sobs and gasps for air be heard.
Thankfully Hunter, Wrecker, Crosshair, and Echo were off doing their own thing in the measly downtime they were all allowed while Tech remained onboard the ship to recalibrate the nav system. You had stayed behind with the intention to catch up on some much needed rest since the last mission had you running on only six hours of sleep and three ration bars in the last two rotations.
You attempt to soothe yourself with the deep breathing exercises you had used in the past any time this all-too familiar feeling of panic began to creep in. But this time it wasn’t helping as much as it usually does and your breaths start turning into hyperventilating.
Bringing a hand up to cover your mouth so as not to alert Tech of the state of panic you were in, you bit down hard enough on the back of your hand to nearly draw blood. You knew as the team medic that you’d definitely be bruised in the morning but that didn’t matter much at the moment.
You squeezed your eyes shut, your tears forming little pools where they had fallen onto the floor as you sucked in another desperate breath. The sound that accompanied it was muffled by your hand pressed against your mouth but it nonetheless came out louder than you wanted. This only made the hyperventilating worse and you couldn’t keep the sound of you drawing more rough breaths into your lungs from reverberating against the walls of the refresher.
Sobs wrack your crumpled form and you can’t hold them back any longer, the force of them causing you to breathe in sharply. You prayed to the Maker that Tech was too engrossed in his recalibrations to notice but your prayer must have fallen on deaf ears because there was a soft knocking sound against the door.
You hear Tech call your name, slight urgency apparent in his voice but you don’t want him to see you like this.
“I-I’m fine! Just l-let me be, please, Tech.” You choke out against the floor. You tighten your hold around your middle in a bid for some kind of control, hoping desperately that the panic will start to subside, but the feeling only persists.
“You do not sound fine. May I come in?” Tech asks, his hand hovering over the door panel.
Your only response is another choked sob and another sharp intake of breath.
Tech swiftly overrides the lock on the door and as soon as it slides open he’s kneeling down beside you. He tentatively places a hand on your shoulder while the other reaches under your arm and gently pulls you into a seated position on your knees.
Your face is blotched red, your eyes still leaking tears and you still haven’t stopped hyperventilating. The feeling of passing out is creeping further and further into your field of vision before Tech firmly but gently grasps your shoulders.
You don’t want to look him in the face. The mere thought of him feeling sorry for you was enough to make you squeeze your eyes shut again. You lower head between the two of you, the top of your head nearly touching Tech’s armored chest.
“Look at me, cyare. You are safe, we are all safe.” Tech assures you. One of his hands finds your back and he’s begun rubbing slow circles against the fabric of your shirt. His other hand finds your chin and tips your face up to look at him.
“I will repeat again that you are safe, as am I and my brothers.” Tech’s eyes are sincere and you’re finding that his mere presence is grounding you, let alone his gentle touch.
You’re no longer hyperventilating, your breathing to starts to slow a bit but the tears are still freely falling down your cheeks. You sniffle and nod your head while letting a choked sound escape past your lips.
Tech watches as another tear slides down your cheek and moves his hand to swipe it away with his thumb while his palm cups the side of your face. You lean into his touch, your hand coming up to cover his against your cheek. Tech’s presence, while grounding and calming, makes something in your stomach flutter. You can’t help the slight blush that’s begun coloring your cheeks while his hand is still pressed gently to the side of your face.
You close your eyes and attempt to take another deep breath. It comes out shaky and a little choked but it’s a whole lot better than it was just a few moments ago.
“I’m sorry you’re seeing me like this.” You finally say between sniffles.
“There is no need to apologize. Panic attacks occur in more than thirty-five percent of humans.”
“True.” You offer him a small smile, your eyes finding his again. You know Tech is aware that you’re already knowledgeable of that fact but it warms your heart to see that he’s trying his best to reassure you.
“Comforting me must be a little out of your comfort zone though.”
“You might be surprised to know that it isn’t. My brothers used to suffer from them quite frequently when we were cadets and I was usually the one to help calm them.” Tech replies without missing a beat.
His hand falls and clasps yours that’s resting on the top of your knee. You avert your gaze from his, searching for something on the refresher floor to focus on as heat rises to your face yet again.
“Oh, I didn’t know that. But somehow that makes a lot of sense.” You admit softly, your voice coming out a little hoarse.
Your gaze shifts to Tech’s hand covering yours in your lap then slowly back up to his face. His expression is soft and your eyes linger on his lips a half second longer than they should before closing them and shaking your head.
You know you shouldn’t expect Tech’s kindness and concern to mean anything more than just that. But the hope has already settled in your chest and the longer his hand lingers over yours the deeper it’s roots take hold.
Looking back up at Tech you offer him a small but sincere smile.
“Thank you for helping to ground me. I truly appreciate it…and you.” You say finally, silently hoping he gets the message that you are thankful for him in more ways than one.
You hesitantly turn your hand palm up in your lap so that your fingers interlace with his.
“You are most welcome, cyare.” Tech says just before leaning forward and pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.
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Synopsis - The squad listened to you masturbating.
Warnings - NSFW.
Word Count - 4.7k
{Caffeinate Me}
It was nighttime on the Havoc Marauder. You lay in your cot tossing and turning, waiting for sleep to come to you. For some reason, it never did despite being exhausted from completing mission after mission with your squad, Clone Force 99. You hoped that now the war was coming to an end, according to Tech, you could have some down time to relax. God knows you needed it. You continued your attempts to sleep when you felt a wave of arousal crash over you: it had been a while since you had last touched yourself and your brain thought that now was the perfect time. You shook your head lightly, trying to ignore your furiously throbbing clit. After a few minutes, your mind and body weren’t letting up. You let out a frustrated sigh and slowly peeled off your shorts and underwear, leaving your bottom half completely bare to the cool air of the Marauder. You let out a soft sigh as your hand reached for your clit, slowly rubbing circles around your sensitive nub. After a few moments you trailed a finger down your dripping slit and stuck a single finger into your tight hole. Skillfully you began to finger yourself, working yourself up to adding a second finger - desperate to be filled as much as your small fingers could offer. A soft moan left your lips as you inserted a second finger, scissoring yourself open. Your pace was now no longer slow, instead, you were furiously pounding your fingers into your cunt and hoping that the obscene wet sounds you could hear bouncing off your cot walls weren’t travelling.
You felt your orgasm fast approaching and removed your fingers from your cunt to pay attention to your clit once more. “I’m cumming, fuck, I’m cumming,” you whimpered to yourself, biting your bottom lip to stop a loud moan from escaping your lips as your eyes rolled into the back of your head. Your legs shook violently as your orgasm washed over you, head dropping to the side of your pillow as you gave into the intense pleasure you were feeling. You lay there breathless, body recovering from the aftershock of your release and it was then did you close your eyes, finally drifting off to sleep. What you didn’t know was that the boys had all been listening to your nighttime rendezvous, furiously pumping their cocks at the sound of your sweet, silent moans.
You were the last to wake up in the morning. You immediately headed to the fresher so you could shower away your nighttime sin before saying good morning to the guys. The water was warm and inviting and the soap made your skin feel extra soft, something you definitely needed after the last mission. When you got out, you quickly dried and dressed yourself before stopping off at the cockpit. When you entered the room, all the guys stopped what they were doing to look at you with wide eyes, however, you failed to notice. “Good morning fellas,” you said, nodding at them all and smiling a big toothy grin.
Wrecker was the first to reply, with his usual enthusiasm. “Good morning Y/N!”
Hunter, Tech and Echo mumbled a good morning while Crosshair looked on at you with his usual cold expression. The air felt tense and it didn’t go unnoticed by you. You tilted your head to the side. “What’s wrong guys?”
“Nothing,” Echo shrugged shyly as he continued to read the ship’s manifest. The boys had already talked amongst themselves about how they had overheard you last night. Each one of them admitted to touching themselves to the sounds of your sweet moans and all admitted having feelings for you, even Crosshair.
You raised an eyebrow at Echo and looked around the room. “You could cut the tension here with a knife. What’s going on?” You asked, this time your tone was more serious.
Hunter stood up from his position in the pilot's seat and made his way over to you. “Y/N,” he started, hand ghosting your shoulder. “We heard you last night.”
“What do you mean?” You asked, clearly confused. You needed it spelling out for you, after all you didn’t think for a moment that they had heard you masturbating. You thought you had been really quiet.
“We heard you…” Hunter trailed off, not exactly sure how to word the current situation.
When none of the others finished his sentence, and it was apparent that Hunter was going to leave the situation, Crosshair spoke up. “We heard you masturbating.”
You felt the air around you go stale and your heart began to beat rapidly against your chest. Eyes wide with horror and face flushed red you managed to stutter out, “y-you heard?” You looked around at your squad hoping someone would say that they hadn’t heard you, but everyone nodded. You were mortified.
“Yeah, you weren’t exactly quiet,” Crosshair remarked, a sly smile on his face. You covered your face with your hands in a desperate attempt to hide your embarrassment. You just wanted the ground to swallow you up whole. You couldn’t even try to defend yourself, you were in an unwinnable position. They heard you, they all heard you. You couldn’t exactly deny it.
Echo cleared his throat and started, “we tried not to listen, really we did.”
“But we couldn’t help it,” Wrecker explained as he rubbed the back of his neck, clearly uncomfortable.
“I’m so, so sorry!” You cried out in embarrassment.
“Don’t be sorry Y/N,” Hunter said, his hand still on your shoulder. He squeezed at your shoulder gently and smiled down at you awkwardly. “We all have needs from time to time.”
“Not to mention you gave us some material,” Crosshair added, still smirking at you.
“Crosshair-” Hunter tried to warn him, but you cut him off.
“Material?” You asked, tilting your head to the side.
“I think what Crosshair is trying to say is that we used the sounds of you masturbating to get off,” Tech explained, fixing his goggles. At this point, your eyes were about to pop out of your head and your mouth hung open slightly.
“Like you said Hunter, we all have needs,” Crosshair mimicked Hunter’s voice, settling the gun he was cleaning down to the side. He stood up and stalked his way over to you. Hunter removed his hand from your shoulder and allowed his brother to take his place in front of you, watching as Crosshair cupped your face in his hands. You were looking around the room awkwardly, unsure as to what was going on when Crosshair tilted your head up and forced you to look into his eyes. “We could get you off better than you ever could.”
You opened your mouth to say something, to question what he meant, but Wrecker began to speak. “Crosshair, do you mean what I think you mean?”
“Exactly Wrecker,” Crosshair replied. His thumb trailed over your bottom lip as he gazed into your eyes, searching for some sort of permission, which you must have given, because before you knew it his lips were pressed against yours. You squeaked lightly in confusion, but despite this, felt the arousal stir in your stomach. Crosshair was kissing you like there was no tomorrow, lips smashing desperately against yours.
“Cross,” you whispered against his lips, forcing the sniper to pull away from you, eyes staring into yours.
“You okay cyar’ika?” He asked, the pet name sending shivers down your spine. You just nodded and wrapped your arms around his neck, lips tracing his once more.
“Someone’s eager,” Wrecker grinned. You nodded into Crosshair’s mouth in response, moaning slightly as his tongue licked your bottom lip. You parted your lips slightly to allow his tongue to enter your mouth and his muscle flicked against yours. “Can I have a kiss?” Wrecker asked, causing you to pull away from Crosshair with genuine surprise. You blinked at Wrecker trying to deduce whether he was being serious or not. When he showed no signs of joking, you moved away from Crosshair slowly and placed your hands on Wrecker’s chest, lips brushing against his. A moan erupted from Wrecker’s throat almost immediately upon impact and his arms wrapped around your waist.
“Is this… really happening?” Echo asked, looking between his brothers. You felt Crosshair’s signature sly smirk as he nodded to Echo.
You pulled away from Wrecker only for him to grin at you in response. You jumped as a hand rested on your waist. Hunter moved behind you, his lips pressing desperately against your neck causing you to whimper his name softly. “I can smell your arousal,” Hunter whispered as his lips moved towards your earlobe, nibbling softly. “I want you Y/N. We want you.” A gasp left your lips and you spun around to kiss Hunter. Your lips mashed against his needily. You couldn’t believe what he was saying, but with the way the boys were looking at you, you knew he was right. You were currently sandwiched between Hunter and Wrecker, allowing their hands to roam your body greedily. Tech and Echo looked up to see you between their brothers, feeling their cocks strain against their trousers at the sight. Crosshair pushed Wrecker out of the way to tug at your shirt, forcing Hunter to move away from your ear in order for you to take it off. The batch marvelled at your naked chest, each man's throat running dry at the sight.
“You’re a sight to behold,” Tech mumbled as he took a few steps towards you, his eyes looking at your discarded shirt on the floor.
“Isn’t she just,” Crosshair grinned, hands palming at your chest, pushing your tits together and growling lightly. “You were made for us.”
“Yeah, just for us,” Echo nodded, eyes never leaving your form.
“All for you,” you whispered back, groaning slightly as Crosshair continued to palm at your chest.
“I like the sound of that,” Hunter grinned slightly. His eyes remained glued to your chest, biting his bottom lip.
“You gonna be a good girl and take us?” Crosshair asked, still smirking.
“Yes,” came your voice, hoarse and shy. All the boys groaned. If their cocks weren’t already erect at the sight of your bare chest, they were now at the sound of your voice.
“How does this work?” Wrecker asked, looking around at his squad.
“I think the most logical solution is we take turns,” Tech explained. “If Y/N is okay with that?”
“More than okay,” you breathe out softly. You watch as they all shuffle their blacks down, tugging at their cocks. Crosshair grasps your hair roughly in his hand, forcing you down onto your knees.
“Careful Crosshair,” Hunter said, his voice stern and stopping Crosshair in his tracks.
“She likes it, don’t you cyar’ika?” Crosshair said smugly, eyes watching your face closely for any signs of discomfort. When you nod sheepishly Crosshair continues pushing you down onto your knees, his cock dangerously close to your face. He slips his tip onto your lips, forcing you to open your mouth. Crosshair wastes no time in shoving his painfully hard cock down your throat. You gagged when he hit the back of your throat, tears pooling in your lower lash line as you bobbed your head up and down his length, sucking as if your life depended on it. Crosshair let out a groan and smirked at his brothers, happy that he was the first to be in your mouth.
“Don’t get too smug Crosshair,” Hunter warned, stepping closer to you. You looked between the two clones and, with a mouthful of cock, tried to diffuse the situation. Your hand reached out to grab the base of Hunter’s length, pumping slowly and earning a moan of pleasure from your Sargeant. His voice sounded angelic to you and his moans spurred you on, pumping his cock quicker as Crosshair continued to fuck your face slowly.
“Why do you two get all the fun?” Wrecker pouted. You grinned around Crosshair’s length and held out your other hand for him. The larger clone bit his bottom lip as he watched his member become enveloped by your small hand. “Oh Maker,” he groaned as you smeared the pre-cum from his tip down his shaft and began to jerk him off.
Crosshair pulled away from your mouth quickly, almost breathlessly. “I was gonna cum,” he announced, watching as Echo positioned himself in front of your face. You looked to Crosshair to tell him that it was okay before you took Echo into your mouth slowly. You licked the underside of his cock causing him to shiver lightly. Echo let his scomp fall to your head, manoeuvring you on his length expertly. Tech was the last to make his move, clearly the most nervous about the situation. He nudged Hunter out of the way, your hand falling from his cock before wrapping tightly around Tech’s.
“Oh,” Tech announced, head lolling back as his mouth hung open. You marvelled at how big they all were, looking between all of them with wide, glossy eyes as Echo continued to thrust in and out of your mouth.
“You look so pretty,” Hunter murmured as his hand traced your face. Your cheeks hollowed around Echo’s cock as your head continued to bob up and down.
You attempted to mumble something back to him in protest, but Crosshair slapped your face roughly, “didn’t mummy ever tell you not to talk with your mouthful?” He scolded. You felt yourself dripping between your thighs at his slap and his words, humping desperately at the floor to get some form of friction against your clit. “Look at how pathetic she is.”
Echo grumbled something before pulling his cock out of your mouth with a pop. “Sorry,” he said sheepishly, slightly embarrassed.
“It’s okay,” you smiled sweetly at him before Crosshair grabbed you by the hair once more and forced you to stand up.
“Bend over there,” he snapped roughly, pointing at the pilot's chair. You nodded and did as he said, bending over the pilot’s chair, waiting patiently for whatever was to come next. You let out a gasp of surprise as Crosshair grabbed at the waistband of your pants and underwear, tugging them down harshly and allowing the cool ship air to hit your now exposed cunt.
“Look at that!” Wrecker exclaimed, eyes large with lust.
You were about to tell them all to stop staring when Crosshair teases your entrance with his slick tip. He stays there for a moment, teasing you, and then, when you least expect it, he slams himself into your core. A wanton moan leaves your lips, filled fully for the first time in a long time. Crosshair is eager, hips immediately slamming against yours and gripping onto you like you might slip away if he didn’t. The boys watch on, marvelling at how rough Crosshair was pounding into you. Hunter wanted to warn him, wanted to tell him to be careful, but the noises coming out of your mouth were utterly sinful, he knew you had to be enjoying it. Tech walked over to you so he was in front of your face, hard cock bobbing up and down as he walked. “You gonna show Tech what that dirty little mouth of yours can do?” Crosshair asked between thrusts. You nodded and opened your mouth slightly, waiting for Tech to slip in between your lips. He moaned the second his tip inched inside, it was a feeling he had never experienced before and it was one he hoped to experience again. Crosshair’s fucking was relentless and it had you choking on Tech in a matter of seconds.
“Right there cyar’ika,” Tech groaned, eyes rolling back as his hands pushed you further onto his cock. Echo, Wrecker and Hunter began masturbating to the filthy sight, watching onwards with anticipation for their turn.
“You feel so good,” Crosshair mumbled. “Better than I ever thought.” You were too blissed out to respond. You just hummed around Tech’s length and sighed as Crosshair continued to fuck himself into you. “Gonna cum inside this sweet little cunt.”
You pull away from Tech to gasp out, “please. Please fill me up!”
“We all will,” Crosshair moaned. “We’ll all fill you up until you don’t have a clue who’s the father of your baby.”
Your eyes widened at his words and you felt your cunt clench around him. He moans as his hips stutter, painting the inside of your walls a creamy white. Crosshair is panting as he pulls out of you, finally letting go of your hips and shuffling away as he tucks himself back into his blacks. You feel Echo come up behind you, resting his scomp where Crosshair’s hands were. “My turn?” He asked. With your mouth still around Tech, you nodded to him. Echo pushes himself into you at a slow pace, making sure not to hurt you. Like the true gentleman he is, Echo gives you a second to adjust before he starts his movements, slow and careful. He can’t help the moan that slips past his lips as he feels your wetness, and Crosshairs cum, slide down his cock as he pulls out of you before pushing himself back in.
“Echo!” You cry out around Tech’s cock. The vibration from your moan sends Tech into a state, and he’s thrusting into your mouth until he’s cumming down your throat. Tech looks mortified as he pulls himself out of your mouth, cum dribbling down your chin, but you look up at him and flash a toothy grin as you swallow.
“My turn!” Wrecker says, pushing his dazed brother out of the way, slumping his cock in your face. Echo feels your pussy tighten when Wrecker slaps your cheek lightly with his dick.
“You like being used like this, don’t you? You whore,” Crosshair said. He was now completely dressed and sitting in his usual corner, continuing to clean his gun as he watched on.
You nodded as you took Wrecker as far as you could, licking a stripe up his slit. The larger clone shivered and placed his hands on your hair, fucking your face to the same rhythm as Echo was fucking your pussy. You looked to see Hunter biting his bottom lip, fisting his cock as he admired the way you sucked Echo into your body. He couldn’t wait to feel your tight heat wrapped around him. Echo came quickly, fucking his cum into you until you were certain you felt it in your womb. Breathless, he pulled out of you and kissed your back softly before getting dressed. Hunter couldn’t wait any longer. “Cyar’ika,” he mumbled, pulling your mouth away from Wrecker’s length. You looked at Hunter with large eyes, asking him what was wrong. “Ride me?” Came his voice.
“Of course,” you whispered back to him, standing up from your bent position and guiding Hunter down onto the pilot's seat. He got himself comfortable and grasped your hips, pulling you on top of him as he kissed you passionately. His lips glided over yours effortlessly as you sunk onto him, both of you moaning the second he entered your tight cunt. You needed a moment to find your rhythm, but once you did there was no stopping you. You bounced up and down on Hunter’s cock like you were a porn star in a holo-movie, obscene squelching sounds filled the cockpit with every move you made.
“You feel so good,” Hunter managed to grumble between each bounce. “Cyar’ika please, I won't last if you keep moving like that.”
“Then cum for me Hunter,” you mumbled in his ear before nibbling at his lobe softly. Hunter thrusted himself up into you, deep, wrapping his arms around your waist to pull you as close to him as possible. His rhythm was haphazardly, but it felt good all the same. Without warning he came inside of you, cock twitching violently as rope after rope spurted out of his slit. You smiled as you kissed him again but before you could ask if it was okay, Wrecker was grabbing your arm.
“My turn,” he said excitedly, looking down at you. Completely fucked out at this point, you could only nod as you pulled away from Hunter. You took Wrecker’s hand and pulled him down onto the ship floor with you, laying flat on your back and spreading your legs wide for him. Your slit and clit were covered in the cum of his brothers and the sight alone turned Wrecker on even more. “You ready for me, cyar’ika?” Wrecker asked softly in your ear.
“Yes, yes I’m ready for you,” you said, almost breathlessly. Wrecker nodded his head at your confirmation and slipped his cock up your folds before pushing his large head into you. Your eyes screwed shut, the burn of the stretch felt like too much and you were almost begging Wrecker to stop, however, after a few seconds your body got used to the invasion. You began to beg for Wrecker. “Move. Please Wrecker. Please!”
He grinned as he began to move inside of you, thrusting deep into you, deeper than any of the others had. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as your breasts began to bounce from the sheer intensity of Wrecker’s thrusts. He was gentle yet rough all at the same time. Your hands made their way around his neck, pulling the clone's lips to yours in a passionate dance as he continued to thrust against your hips, chasing his own orgasm. You could feel the eyes on you from your squad and it only added to your arousal. You felt the coil in your stomach snap and you were squirting over Wrecker’s torso within seconds. You moaned loudly causing the man pumping relentlessly into your cunt to let out an amused laugh. “Such a dirty slut,” Crosshair remarked. Although this was turning him on, his eyes were filled with slight jealousy that he wasn’t the one to make you come undone first.
“I am. I am a dirty slut,” you replied, legs trembling and eyes fluttering shut as you let yourself feel everything Wrecker was giving to you.
“You’re only a dirty slut for us though, right?” Wrecker asked. At your nod, he felt his balls twitch and he knew he was going to cum. He began slamming into you at a faster pace and all you could do was let out a squeal of delight as your body went limp. Wrecker was the loudest when he came, moaning your name like a prayer to the Maker as his hips stuttered against yours, filling you with the largest load yet. When he pulled off of you, it was almost comical at how much cum came out of your tight hole, but Wrecker used a large finger to scoop it all up and push it back inside. “Don't waste a drop baby.”
You nodded at him as you attempted to catch your breath. You turned to look at Tech, smiling at him. “I…” Tech started, clearing his throat. He had already cummed down your throat and was unsure if he could perform again, but the way you were looking at him made his cock stiffen up once more. “May I?” He asked you as he manoeuvred his way above your body, pushing Wrecker out of the way.
“I thought you’d never ask,” you say jokingly, grabbing his hand and pulling him on top of you. Tech settled between your legs and gazed into your eyes as he pushed into you in one fell swoop. Your mouth hung open as he slowly began to move against you. Your relationship with Tech had always been different to the other guys, he just got you more and now he was finally fucking you, it felt like a dream come true for him. His cock was overly sensitive from already cumming, but he continued to hit your cervix deliciously in hopes to make you cum again. “Touch my clit Tech,” you whisper to him. The clone nods and trails a hand down your body until his thumb reaches between your legs, circling at the sensitive bundle of nerves. A soft groan leaves your throat as his fingers move expertly against your clot and within a few moments, you’re cumming again from being too overstimulated. “I’m cumming again Tech!” You cry out.
Tech smiled triumphantly as he felt your cunt contract around him, and although he wanted to continue fucking you, he couldn’t carry on, “I’m going to cum too Y/N,” his voice was a whimper as he slammed into you one final time before filling you completely. His body shook violently from his orgasm and he collapsed on top of you, unable to keep himself up. “Maker, that was incredible,” he mumbled, open-mouthed kissing the side of your throat gently.
“That was…” you thought for a moment, trying to gather your thoughts as your squad circled your exhausted body. “Certainly something else.”
Silence filled the room as everyone processed what had just happened. You were still laying on your back, panting like a dog as the boys formed a circle around you, eyes gazing down at your naked form on the ship’s floor. “Cyar’ika,” Hunter mumbled, holding his hand out to help you up. You gladly took it and jumped up, breasts bouncing slightly and cum dribbling down your thigh as you did. You reached for your discarded underwear and pants, quickly dressing yourself before turning your attention to Hunter. “We…” He started but quickly trailed off. He knew what he wanted to say, The Batch knew what he wanted to say, but Hunter found himself unable to formulate words as you looked up at him with wide eyes.
“What is it?” You asked, batting your eyelashes at your Sargeant.
“We…” Hunter swallowed the lump down in his throat and you swore you saw Crosshair roll his eyes from the corner of your vision.
“We love you,” Crosshair finished for him, slightly impatient.
“So much,” Echo said, gazing longingly at you.
“If you’ll have us, we want to be yours. Just yours,” Hunter mumbled, looking down at his feet. “And for you to be just ours.” You didn’t know what to say. You stared at them all and mumbled a ‘holy shit’ under your breath. You couldn’t deny your attraction to your squad members, and had often thought about them at one point or another while masturbating. But you never saw this coming.
“I don’t think her silence is good news,” Tech said matter-of-factly, looking around at his brothers awkwardly.
“No! No it’s not that,” you said quickly, shaking your head and chuckling lightly. “I just don’t know what to say. It’s all extremely overwhelming, but in a good way.”
“We all have feelings for you cyar’ika,” Hunter said, cupping your face in his hands. “So… What do you say?”
You paused for a moment and took the time to look at them, to really look at them. You could see how anxiously they were anticipating your answer. With a shaky breath, you replied. “How would this even work?”
“As I said before, we shall take turns. We’ll all look after you and tend to your needs both physically and sexually, whenever you want,” Tech said. “But only if that’s okay with you.”
You grinned at them all and nodded, “that’s more than okay with me.”
They all let out huge sighs of relief. It was as if they had been holding their breaths while waiting for your answer. “That makes us really happy,” Wrecker chimed. “Even Crosshair. Look, he’s smiling!”
Your head quickly turned to meet Crosshair’s intense gaze to find a small, yet genuine smile on his lips. “That’s cute,” you said. The sniper just shook his head at your words before returning to his corner. Hunter brought his lips to yours, kissing you sweetly. When he eventually pulled away, you let out a content sigh. “I should probably use the fresher again. I’m all sweaty again.”
“Let me come with you,” Tech piped up. “I’ll wash your body and hopefully help you relax. I bet you’re sore.”
You nodded to Tech in response and muttered a quick thank you. He was right, after all you were already exhausted, even though your day had only just begun. You grabbed Tech’s hand and led him to fresher, allowing the rest of The Batch to continue their duties on the Marauder. You had no idea what you were getting yourself into by being romantically and sexually involved with your squad, but you were excited to see where it led.
Tags: Slow Burn, Hurt/comfort, Alternate Universe-Canon divergence/Modern Setting, The Bad Batch spoilers, Mentions the Batch, Mentions Phee, Tech needs a Hug, Tech is alive, Basic is English, Tech is not whitewashed. No beta, we die like droids, b/c clones are special bbs. Dreams/nightmares, Tattoos, Tech gets a civilian name, Mechanic!Tech, Programmer!Tech, Model!Tech, Gambler!Tech, OCs, Masterbation, Oral Sex, Penis in Vagina Sex, Fingering, Unprotected Sex, Use of C-word, Mentions of menstrual cycle, Mando'a language, Pirate!Tech, anxiety for Season 3
Summary: What if, when Tech falls, he doesn't just die in Eriadu. What if he falls into our real world?
Summary: This is an ABO Bad batch!Poly x Omega Reader smut with a plot. This takes place as an AU before order 66. Y/N previously served under the 501st before being transferred to Special Forces 99. This is her adventure with these rowdy Alphas in a quickly changing universe.
THIS IS AN ABO AU ABOUT THE BAD BATCH (NO CANON OMEGA!) Due to the unfortunate situation of her name being Omega… Omega the child from the canon series is not going to be apart of this fanfic/porn with a plot. I feel obligated to put this warning in because it makes my skin crawl thinking anyone could make that mistake.
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