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skellymom · 4 months

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“Who Delt It?”

The THIRD Bad Batch Comedy One Shot in the ONE SHIT SERIES!

To read #2 in the series:

https://www.tumblr.com/skellymom/740278235151106049/bombs-away?source=share

Background: Five people on a small ship with one bathroom. Need I say more?

Word count: 392 words

Warning: Farts, stinky humor, pretty tame stuff for Tumblr

“Well, I’m ready for a nap!” Echo leaned back in the co-pilot's seat and closed his eyes.

“Likewise. Unfortunately, the Marauder won’t fly herself.” Tech sipped his caf enthusiastically, firing up the ship to take off.

The Batch had just finished a mission on an Outer Rim planet and made friends with the locals there. The locals insisted they share a huge cauldron of stew the community ate together...

...unfortunately, it ran through EVERYONE in the squad by varying degrees and resulted in some...flatulence.

“OOF! WHAT THE KRIFF??? WRECKER!!!” Echo screwed up his face in utter disgust.

“HEEYY, it wasn’t ME!”

“You ALWAYS state that Wrecker. Whomever smelt it is NOT definitive proof of whomever delt it.” Tech pinched his nose while speaking, his voice sounding comical with a partially obstructed airway.

Echo frantically waved the offending vapors away, “BLEH!” More dramatic facial expressions.

Wrecker sat angrily, arms crossed, sulking he had been wrongly blamed.

At that moment Hunter emerged from the fresher, clearly not “privy” to the current conversation, “You know lads, I...” He stopped DEAD, sniffed, coughed, choked, eyes starting to water. “WHAT THE SUN BAKED BANTHA TURD IS THAT???”

“Wrecker farted!” Echo fanned his face and grimaced.

“No... cough...can’t be...cough. Doesn’t have the same smell. Undertones are ALL wrong.” Hunter now had his “Tracker Face” on trying to discern the source of the stench.

“What! You can IDENTIFY people’s farts by their SMELL???” Echo was incredulous.

Tech interjected “Of course. Hunter IS known for his enhanced sense of smell. That is how Crosshair became LEGENDARY for his flatulence. He earned the ‘Silent But Deadly” moniker. No matter what mission we were on, or who we served with: The 212th, 501st, Coruscant Guard, or any other. Hunter never failed to pick out Crosshair with a shipload of Republic ration eating clones.”

Hunter chuckled, “Got to be a game for Crosshair after awhile. Silently drop one and watch all the Regs get mad at each other for stinking the place up. He was proud of it really...but Crosshair ain’t here.” Hunter turned to look at the offending party.

Everyone else turned to face Omega, silently sitting next to Wrecker hand over her nose and mouth.

“SORRY!” She yelled embarrassingly, jumped off the chair, ran to the refresher, and slammed the door.

Wrecker threw up his hands, “GEEZ! I CAN’T CATCH A BREAK WITH YOU GUYS!!!”

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sunshinesdaydream · 3 months

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Eyes: Crosshair X Reader :SFW Sleep: Crosshair X Reader :SFW

Crosshair and Baby Wearing Crosshair and the Princess's Lessons

Happy Together: Wrecker x Reader Part 1 Part 2 Matchmaker AU Masterlist

Wrecker "an accidental first kiss"

Secret : Hunter x Female Reader Focal Point: Hunter x GN Reader

Part Three The Bad Batch Edition 1 Crosshair x Reader Hunter x Reader

2 Sick Masterlist

Clones at Disney Parks (Modern AU)

Headcanons Crosshair at Magic Kingdom Wrecker at Magic Kingdom

What they would wear Hunter at Magic Kingdom Wrecker at Magic Kingdom Tech at Magic Kingdom Echo at Magic Kingdom Crosshair at Magic Kingdom

Clones with Pets/Service Animals Clones at 79's and A Night at 79's with Hardcase

The Bad Batch Ask Game-Always Accepting 9, 15 & 21 2 & 15 4, 6 & 20

Spicy Headcanon Ask Game -NSFW- Always accepting Wrecker 🧐- What's an unexpected kink Crosshair 🧐 - what unexpected kink do they have?-plus other kinks for context 👎 - what's a no go for them (in the bedroom)? ❤️ - what's their favorite way to be intimate (can be non-sexual)? 😘 - what do they do for foreplay? 🤭 - what unexpected turn-on do they have? Tech 😍 - what is their favorite body part (in regards to their partner)? 🧐 - what unexpected kink do they have? 🤭 - what unexpected turn-on do they have? Hunter 😍 - what is their favorite body part (in regards to their partner)? 🧐 - what unexpected kink do they have? 🤭 - what unexpected turn-on do they have?

Main Master List

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lazinesswrites · 11 months

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Six Sentence Sunday! Hey! We’re back!

And, as usual, not sticking to the ‘six sentences’ part. Shh. Don’t worry about it.

Typed in on my phone, because I forgot my laptop charger, and this is all hand-written anyway. (I’ve gotten so much done though! And I’m still writing! I should probably take a break to sleep and rest my hand soon though.)

This is from my WIP currently titled ‘Cross doesn’t kill the Lt.’, from which I’ve already posted what is essentially chapter one/the prologue here on tumblr earlier. I might edit this to add a link to that one later. This is set somewhere after Crosshair has rejoined the Batch and they’re all just adjusting to civilian life on Pabu, in a universe where, as the temp. title suggests, Crosshair does not kill the Lieutenant, and so does not end up on Mt. Tantiss, and Tech was never dead/missing.

“Is Wrecker tossing children in the water again?”

Crosshair had almost forgotten about the kid right next to him; she’d been quiet for so long.

“Mhmm.” He says. It’s probably too far away for her to see properly.

“That’s what you’re doing up here, isn’t it?” the kid asks, “Every time you disappear somewhere… up. You’re watching out for them.”

It’s not really a question anymore, just an observation; a statement. And damn her for being so observant and thinking she has a right to just say things like that, but she’s right. Of course that’s what he’s doing.

#Star Wars #star wars: the bad batch #tbb #tbb crosshair #tbb omega #tbb fan fic #wip excerpt #Laz writes #six sentence sunday

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sinfulsalutations · 4 months

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𝕔𝕦𝕕𝕕𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘 ⋆*･ﾟ 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕓𝕒𝕕 𝕓𝕒𝕥𝕔𝕙

➼ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ☆ ꜰʟᴜꜰꜰ, ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ꜱᴜɢɢᴇꜱᴛɪᴠᴇ ɪɴ ᴡʀᴇᴄᴋᴇʀ'ꜱ ᴘᴀʀᴛ ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱQᴜɪɴᴛ, ᴜʜ, ꜰʟᴜꜰꜰ, ʏᴇᴀʜ ɪᴛꜱ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ꜰʟᴜꜰꜰ

⋆ ★ *ᴇᴍᴇʀɢᴇꜱ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴍʏ ʜᴇʀᴍɪᴛ'ꜱ ᴄᴀᴠᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜʀᴏᴡꜱ ᴛʜɪꜱ ꜰɪᴄ ᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ* ʜᴇʀᴇ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪ ɢᴜᴇꜱꜱ

⋆ ★ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴏɴ ᴀᴏ3 ⋆*･ﾟ ᴛᴀɢʟɪꜱᴛ ꜰᴏʀᴍ

Hunter

Hunter gets overheated/stimulated easily due to his heightened senses so he doesn’t cuddle for very long in pressed together positions.

BUT he likes proximity, being able to hear your breath and heartbeat, seeing every little dimple and curve of your body, knowing you are here and you’re his.

So he will press his head to your chest to listen to your heartbeat and relax with the rise and fall of your chest.

And if you run your hands through his hair you’ll coax the most blissful sighs out of him.

Tech

He’s fidgety, so staying in one cuddling position is a struggle. Always needs to readjust because one spot can get uncomfortable and awkward very quickly.

It gets tedious, especially at night in bed when both of you are grueling to sleep.

However, he’ll try his best for you.

Likes to tangle all his limbs with yours; legs, arms, fingers as your interlock and hold hands, etc.

Also traces and rubs patterns into your skin or over your clothes absentmindedly. You’re his favorite fidget toy.

Might ramble to you. Whether or not you respond and actively have a conversation doesn’t matter to him. He is simply glad that you’re here to listen.

Wrecker

Cuddle bug!

Any free time with you he will actively seek your body wrapped around his arms.

Loves when you sit on his lap on a couch or seat, thighs pressed outside each of his own; he’ll trail his arms up and down your waist, maybe cheekily have a feel of your ass once or twice (sorry, he can’t help himself).

Also likes when you’re just intermingled on his cot, staring up while you talk about everything and nothing.

Wrecker runs very warm, and you might have to push him away from his firm grasp when you begin to sweat and pant a little. Despite his sweet complains and pleads to come back, he’ll let you go nonetheless. But you’ll return to his arms inevitably.

Crosshair

“Why would I want cuddles?” he says, already itching for your touch.

Doesn’t actively seek it out, but god he relishes every time you want to cuddle.

Likes it when you lean your head on his shoulder or on his lap as he cleans his rifle or something else along those lines. It gives him enough mobility to move but still that contact each of you crave.

He might itch for more if he isn’t doing anything with his hands, and may trace patterns onto your arm, shoulder, back, thigh, knee, anywhere that’s convenient and in reach.

Although he’s aware that you like it, he begins doing it mostly for himself. And also, it gives him an excuse to secretly admire you.

Echo

Initially, he’s nervous you’ll feel uncomfortable cuddling with him because of his prosthetics and build.

So when you do express affection and craving for that sort of intimacy, he feels inept.

With more time and trust in the relationship he warms up to it more.

Enjoys wrapping his non-scomp arm around you and encourage you to wrap your arms around his waist.

Will keep his leg prosthetics untangled from yours unless you initiate it.

Likes to plant kisses on your forehead before trailing down to your ear to mutter (sweet) nothings.

His love translates to his cuddling, you quickly discover. Languid and romantic. Though he severely dreads the moment you inevitably separate.

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arrothededushka · 10 months

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Whoo hoooo!! Congrats!! And спасибо за ваши прекрасные арты! 😁 (My dad speaks Russian but I only learned a little).

I’d looooove a little artwork for the spicy Crosshair fic I’ve been writing with @lightwise over on my side blog, @spicy-clones

Perhaps Crosshair in a softer expression, about to confess his love to someone for the first time ever? 🥺

#YOUR RUS IS VERY GOOD!! 😳#feel free to share your work #but im not a fan of het sorry #gaygaygay #(and idk how to draw for xreader fic)#first chapter is nice tho!#Thank you!#my art #sw #star wars #tcw #the clone wars #the bad batch crosshair #the bad batch #tbb crosshair #tbb #fan art #request

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fandom-friday · 16 days

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#FandomFriday The Phee Fall Maneuver by @eclec-tech Spoilers for episode 12. A comforting and fun short story. It involves a recovering Tech post season 3. Here’s to hoping that this story comes true.

https://www.tumblr.com/eclec-tech/747424005241421824/the-phee-fall-maneuver

Listen, I loooooove these little short ficlets because @eclec-tech ALWAYS delivers, and this one is NO exception. It is SO ANGSTY and then SO SOFT AND SWEET and MAN it makes me long for this theory I've got to work out and be true so that maybe, JUST MAYBE we can have moments like this. My HEART. Thanks so much for sending this one in!

Participate in Fandom Friday to show your favorite creators from this week some love! :)

#FANDOM FRIDAY #creator appreciation #fic rec #fanfiction #fan fic #star wars #the bad batch #tbb #the bad batch spoilers #tbb spoilers #tech #phee #tech x phee #techphee #fluff

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chopper-base · 1 year

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TBB Reverse!AU

Chapter one is finished!!! Still haven't figured out a name for this series, so I'll take any suggestions yall have!!

Summary: Crosshair and Echo watch the rest of their team succumb to the chip's control.

Warnings: Character death, canon character death, violence, canon divergence, alternate universe

WC: 2591

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Crosshair didn’t know what to think when he turned to see the regs firing at their Jedi General. Over the sound of blaster fire, he could hear her voice screaming at her padawan to run. Her terror-filled voice sent shivers down the sniper's spine. The Padawan was running in their direction but skidded to a stop when he noticed them in front of him. The Padawan looked at the Bad Batch in fear, taking a shaky step back before turning and disappearing into the snowy woods.

Crosshair looked between the regs running toward the batch and the woods where the kid disappeared, trying to figure out what had caused the regs’ sudden turn.

The realization that Tech was reading something off his datapad had Crosshair snapping his attention back to his brother. Tech explained that General Grievous had been defeated, marking the end of the war. “The com channels are repeating one directive.” Tech’s demeanor changed as he read the next line, “Execute Order 66.”

The moment the words left Tech’s mouth, Crosshair knew something was wrong. He watched as everyone but Echo stiffened. Hunter’s sharp eyes growing eerily distant.

“We need to go after the kid,” Echo broke the strange silence, pointing to where the padawan had disappeared, “He’s gonna get himself killed out there alone!”

Hunter glared at Echo, causing the Corporal to take a step back. “The kid is a jedi. The order includes him,”

“The order??” Echo’s eyes were wide with shock, “Hunter! He’s a kid! We don’t even know what the ‘order’ is!”

“Good soldiers follow orders.”

A pause. Echo’s confused and pleading eyes stared back at Hunter’s distant ones before the Sergeant turned towards where the kid had vanished. “...what?”

Following the trail of small footsteps through the snow, Hunter ignored the ARC. Not another word was uttered as Tech and Wrecker followed behind him, holding their weapons at ready. Echo watched them go, turning towards Crosshair, who hesitantly followed the others.

Before Crosshair could go any further, Echo grabbed his arm desperately. “Crosshair, I know you guys don’t work with the Jedi almost ever, but come on! It’s a kid!!”

Crosshair nodded. “Believe me, I know. Something’s… off. Hunter would never-“

Blaster fire echoed through the mountain range. Crosshair whipped his head around, looking down towards the woods before back up at Echo. Not a word was exchanged as both immediately took off down the snowy slope after their brothers.

The blaster fire stopped as they got closer. Crosshair’s breath caught in his throat as they spotted the rest of the batch. At Hunter’s feet lay the motionless body of the padawan, four blaster burns decorating the young boy’s chest. His eyes were open, but their light was long gone. His round, childish features were frozen in an expression of permanent fear.

The Padawan’s lightsaber was clenched in Hunter’s fist, helmet concealing all emotions on his face. Crosshair could see in the Sergeant’s body language, there was not an ounce of guilt or regret.

Everything about his brothers was wrong. Wrecker was silent, not a single joke or quip escaping his lips. Through the clear visor of Tech’s helmet, Crosshair could see how distant his eyes were, fixed on his datapad, not sparing a glance at the small body at his feet.

The regs were getting closer. Crosshair could hear their boots crunching in the snow behind him, but his eyes refused to leave the boy, smoke still rising from his wounds. His brothers had just murdered a child and the only one who seemed to care at all was Echo.

“We’ve been ordered back to Kamino.”

Crosshair tore his eyes away from the child to glare at Tech. There was no emotion behind his words, no Tech explanation, just orders. Hunter barely acknowledged Tech before walking back up the slope, ignoring Crosshair and Echo all together as he passed. Tech and Wrecker were quick to follow, their steps oddly in sync as they followed their Sergeant.

Crosshair spared a glance back at the young padawan, now being moved by the regs, before nodding at Echo to follow him. Staying further back from the other three, Crosshair and Echo fell into step beside each other.

“Something is seriously wrong with them, Cross,” Echo whispered harshly.

Crosshair studied his brothers as they walked, their movements seemingly not their own. “I know. It’s all wrong,” Very, very wrong.

They continued to follow Hunter at a distance throughout the trek back to the Marauder. Crosshair could feel the uneasy feeling radiating from the ARC that was still in step with the sniper.

When they reached the Marauder, Crosshair climbed the ramp behind Echo, his feet barely hitting the top step before Tech started to raise them. On any other day, Crosshair would have made some snarky comment about waiting for him to be inside before shutting the ramp, or even just an annoyed huff and a glare. Today? Crosshair didn’t even bother to look in Tech’s direction, making his way directly to his bunk. He sat down, keeping his Firepuncher in his hands and ignoring the helmet still on his head. He didn’t want his brothers to see the concern that he was sure was all over his face. He knew his brothers; he knew them better than they knew themselves. Whoever was sitting in the cockpit, were not his brothers.

Not even two weeks ago, Crosshair had watched Hunter almost get himself killed trying to protect a kid. He refused to believe that he had just witnessed that same brother murder a child for treason of all things.

That kid couldn’t have been older than thirteen. Why was he even on a battlefield to begin with?

Crosshair could understand a few Jedi committing treason. They had heard of the massacre on Umbara, a Jedi General who pulled just the right strings to trick two battalions to fire upon each other. Hundreds of regs had been murdered for no other reason than Krell finding power hungry satisfaction in their deaths. Apparently Captain Rex had asked the ex-general why he did it and his answer had simply been ‘because I can’.

Crosshair never cared for the regs, but reading that report had his stomach churning. They weren’t even supposed to have access to those reports, but Tech had gotten curious, hacking in and retrieving the reports in a matter of minutes. They had made sure to delete them when Echo had joined, not needing the ARC knowing the horror his late twin had gone through without him.

Crosshair honestly wouldn’t have batted an eye if they had just gone after the Jedi Council. He could count on one hand how many times they had worked with a Jedi, Skywalker being the only one that Crosshair tolerated, but for them to be ordered to murder the padawans? Something extremely screwed up was happening and whatever it was, was coming directly from the top of command.

Crosshair felt as the ship dropped out of hyperspace, leaving him to assume they had arrived back on Kamino. He sighed, forcing himself to stand before making his way to the cockpit. The room was eerily silent as Tech piloted the Marauder towards Tipoca City, his normal fast maneuvers nowhere to be seen. Crosshair hated the way the ship barely rocked as they landed, all Tech’s movements almost droid like.

Echo sat in the co-pilot’s seat, his helmet still secure on his head. Hunter and Wrecker also still wore their helmets, and for once, Crosshair missed the ruckus that was supposed to be their normal.

Hunter exited the Marauder, Wrecker and Tech falling in step as they made their way down the ramp. Crosshair stopped beside the door, waiting for Echo to exit before he followed. Crosshair was the first to notice the hover gurney, a sheet pulled over what was clearly a body being guided across the hanger. He watched as a lightsaber rolled off the gurney, clanging against the metal floor, rolling to a stop at the feet of a reg.

The colors of the surrounding armor caught the sniper’s attention, confusion overtaking him as he spotted the scarlet red of the Corrie Guard. The other companies made sense being here, but seeing the Guard on Kamino made the pit in Crosshair’s stomach sink deeper.

Wordlessly, he continued to follow his brothers through the white halls of Tipoca city; the corridors filled with more troopers than Crosshair had ever seen on Kamino at once.

The batch came to an abrupt stop as Hunter held up his fist. “We’ve got company,” he stated almost coldly. He turned around, the rest of the batch doing the same, quickly spotting their tail.

A small girl stood behind them, waving at the batch, a smile decorating her face. “Hi! I’m Omega!”

Crosshair glanced at Hunter, gauging his reaction as the child introduced herself, his face giving nothing but annoyance. The Sergeant didn’t bother replying to the child, signaling the batch to follow as he began to walk away. The look that came over the girl’s face as Hunter turned away from her had the sniper sneering at the Sergeant.

Echo looked at her with a look of sympathy, offering her a forced smile, “Sorry, kid. We’ve had a rough day. Just… don’t take it personally,”

The girl returned his smile. The look of betrayal on her face stabbed the sniper. He didn’t know who this kid was, but it was evident this child had been excited to meet them, and Hunter barely gave the poor girl a glance.

Echo turned and began to follow the rest, but Crosshair couldn’t help but stare at the girl a little longer. She met his gaze, something in her eyes sending a wave of calm over him. He couldn’t bring himself to return her smile, but he nodded to her, “Stay out of trouble, kid,”

That seemed enough for her, her smile growing just a bit brighter. She waved to him as he turned to catch up with the rest of his brothers.

Something about her was familiar, like he knew, but he couldn’t place it. Her smile burned into his mind, her look of innocence as she introduced herself, the look of betrayal as his brothers cast her off as nothing. He couldn’t get her out of his head, he knew he would likely run into her again, and for a reason Crosshair couldn’t place, he looked forward to it.

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The Empire. That’s what the republic had now become. A galaxy wide empire with one man sitting at the top, in charge of it all. The thought of a single man being the voice of reason and law didn’t sit well with the sniper. The war was finally finished, yet somehow, Crosshair knew the fight was far from over.

Crosshair began to notice the difference in the regs’ behavior as well, seeming almost as though their minds weren’t their own. Regs never got along with the batch. Insults being thrown their way was just the way of life with the batch when they were on Kamino, but the regs acted as though the batch didn’t exist.

Crosshair eventually found himself in the mess hall, his brothers silently eating around him. He absently stared at the food on his tray, his appetite practically nonexistent. The sniper hadn’t expected much to happen during their meal, seeing as the regs had been weirdly ignoring, but the last thing he expected was a small body sitting to his right. Crosshair looked to see the girl again, smiling up at him as she set her tray beside his. She looked around at the rest of the batch waving, her bright smile still plastered on her face. The only one who paid her any mind was Echo, offering the girls a small smile, and a slightly confused sounding ‘hello’. She looked back at the sniper, her smile now slightly saddened.

“You are aware, sitting with us might attract some unwanted attention?”

The girl’s smile didn’t waver. “But I want to sit with you so I don’t care what they think,” she stated matter-of-factly.

Crosshair tried and failed to hide the small smile that flashed across his lips. “What are you doing on Kamino, anyway?”

The girl shrugged, “I’ve been here all my life,”

Crosshair looked at her in confusion, “All your-?” The voice of a reg behind him had him stopping mid sentence.

“Oh look. The defect squad got themselves a new recruit!”

Crosshair turned to see a small group of regs walking by, a smug look on every one of their faces. Omega shrunk slightly in the seat next to him, which just pissed the sniper off more. Crosshair wasn’t one to start fights with other regs, especially when they were on Kamino, but it was taking everything in him not to launch himself at the smug bastard.

Another reg laughed, “One more member for the sad batch,”

The only thing stopping the sniper now was a small hand that came to rest on his arm, the girl’s face offering him a reassuring smile. “Don’t worry, Crosshair. They’re not worth it,”

The regs walked away, laughing and throwing insults over their shoulder. Omega turned back to the table, offering the sniper a reassuring smile, before starting to eat. Crosshair watched the young girl in fascination, wondering why the child had grown up on Tipoca, of all places. Across the table, Echo was watching her as well, glancing at Crosshair with a look of confusion.

“You said you grew up here on Kamino?” Echo questioned, leaning forward and resting his scomp on the table.

Omega nodded, “I work with Nala Se as her medical assistant.”

Crosshair’s confusion continued to grow as the girl smiled at Echo. “...You’re just a kid? Why would they bring you to Kamino-“

“Crosshair,” Hunter’s voice cut him off. The sniper turned to the Sergeant, meeting his gaze, “Tell the girl to get lost. We are about to leave.”

Crosshair just stared at him as he stood up, quickly followed by Wrecker and Tech. Crosshair turned back to Echo and then to Omega, who looked as though she was holding back tears. He looked back at Echo, holding down the anger that was starting to boil. “If he snaps at me one time, I’m gonna hit him.”

Echo rolled his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Yeah, because assaulting your superior officer is a great idea when he’s acting insane.”

“...it’s not his fault.” Omega cut in, her voice barely above a whisper, “He doesn’t have a choice.”

“Doesn’t have-...? The hell does that mean?” Crosshair questioned, a bit more harshly than he wanted, “We’re not droids, kid.”

Omega seemed to shrink into herself, but still looked up to meet the sniper’s eyes. “It’s their inhibitor chip. It’s making them act this way. It’s not their fault!”

“Inhibitor- what?” Echo stared at the kid, as she seemed to shrink even farther.

Before Omega could respond, a voice was calling his name from across the mess hall. He turned to see Hunter standing by the door, his bucket on his head. “Admiral Tarkin has requested for us to run a battle simulation. Let’s go. Both of you.” He barked before turning and disappearing through the door.

Crosshair turned back to Echo, clearly pissed. “...I’m gonna hit him.”

“Cross, no.”

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momojedi · 2 months

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— LOOK FOR THE LIGHT topic. wip wednesday

type. not sure yet note. bad batch x tlou. i've mentioned my au multiple times not but i haven't really had the chance, time nor motivation to start it ... until now. here's some sibling banter. this plays in a full tlou universe. no space travel. cross and omega are separated from their brothers and are trying to find their way home to them by crossing the states while the rest of the batch searches for them. warnings. none word count. 251

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A piercing whistle broke through the atmosphere. The hound's ears perked up as it rose its head curiously at the sound. Then, its tongue darted out as it panted excitedly.

"Batcher! Here, girl!"

Omega clicked her tongue when Batcher dashed back to her, tail wagging happily. "Good girl," she cheered, offering her the dry treats she'd stored in her pocket. The hound happily licked her hand clean, the hard snacks crackling between her teeth. "These better not be our rations you're feeding her, Omega." Crosshair snarked grumpily as he dusted his hands off. Omega scoffed at her brother. "Of course not," she threw one of the treats at him which he swiftly caught, "It's just some treats." He eyed the dog snack cautiously. With a sly smirk, Omega threw another one. "You should try them - they're for dogs after all."

"Very funny."

With an eye roll, Crosshair lowered his hand to feed it to Batcher which the hound happily lapped up. He pulled his hand back, shaking the dog drool off with a slight grimace. "You should keep the space in your pockets for actual important things, not dog treats," he scolded, "Remember what I told you; the hound can come along as long --" "-- as long as it doesn't hinder our chances of survival, yeah, yeah." Although he couldn't see it, Omega rolled her eyes at her brother's words. "It's just some treats for Batcher, Cross," she smiled as she gently patted the hound's fur, "It won't harm any of us."

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talesfrommedinastation · 5 months

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My husband at a recent party bragged about my fanfiction

He was rocking a sweet MCRN shirt, and while talking with some nerdy dads, started talking about 'The Expanse'.

Turns out the other dads have been watching the show too, and were sad it ended after six seasons.

My husband's response?

"Oh, if you miss The Expanse, talk to my wife! She wrote a whole novel of the extended universe of it! Even included some Star Wars characters, but she really went into the science of it! I'll send you guys the link, it's so good!"

I found all of this out from one of the guy's, who apparently LOVED my Bobbie Draper/Stormtrooper art piece?!

Is this a good thing or a bad thing? It's weird enough that fucking Redneck Neighbor Doug read the entire thing to his wife on a long drive to the Upper Peninsula.

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wild-karrde · 1 year

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Hi Karrde! Might be a little late but congratulations on the 400, that's an awesome thing to celebrate over!

If there's still time and you're willing: can I have a "I'll stay for as long as you let me" and "Stay forever then." with Tech?

HELLO ANON! Thank you for the kind words! And you were not late at all. If anything, I am late as I'm slowly poking away at these (but it's the holidays, we're NOT putting pressure on ourselves. IT'S ALL GOOD). This one got super soft on me, and I see an emerging theme between the last two ficlets I've written: I just want our boys to rest. I HOPE YOU LIKE THIS ONE AND THANK YOU AGAIN!

Pairings: Tech x GN!Reader

Rating: M (implied sexual content, nudity, showering together)

“Hello, darling.”

Your heart flutters as his tall, thin silhouette materializes in the doorway of your apartment, helmet in hand. You put down your datapad, sweeping him into an embrace. His arms wrap around you, and you bury your nose in his chest, inhaling deeply. He smells like blaster smoke, sweat, and the soap you bought him last time he was on Coruscant. Tech was never one to allow himself even small indulgences, not seeing the practicality in it, so you’d made a habit of gifting him small luxuries here and there.

“Missed you,” you whisper.

“And I you.”

You take his helmet from him, setting it on the table to be cleaned eventually. There are a few more scuffs and dirt streaks than normal. Tech carefully steps out of his boots, leaving them by the door so as not to dirty your floor. You help him remove the rest of his armor, which you’ll meticulously clean in the way he showed you later.

“Are you hungry?”

“Starving,” he replies, giving you a small smile.

You note he’s carefully stripping out of the top of his undersuit, wincing slightly.

“Are you hurt?”

“Just a few abrasions.”

You nod, knowing he’s downplaying it but not arguing with him. You know making a fuss won’t change the number of injuries he has, nor the likelihood that he’ll sustain more like them. “Sit down, I’ll bring you some food and get the medkit.”

He’d only given you a few hours notice, so the best you could scrounge up was leftover stir-fry from the night before and some cookies, but Tech devours it as though it were a gourmet meal. While he eats, you carefully clean and bandage his wounds. You know he could do this himself, but he’s always told you that you do a better job. You’re not certain that’s true, but you never have called him out on it. It’s nice to have him appreciate your medical skill, and you’re more than glad to put it to use on him.

You’d met in the med ward here on Coruscant. He was escorting his much larger brother in after a mishap with a faulty explosive. Wrecker had been lucky, only burning his palms and breaking a finger. Tech had stated he’d normally have dealt with it himself, but they hadn’t restocked their medical supplies yet, and most of the other clone medical centers were full of more serious injuries at the moment. You’d assured him it wasn’t a problem.

At first, you’d been annoyed at how he’d hovered over your shoulder, watching you carefully as you cleaned and bandaged Wrecker’s hands. When you’d gone to grab another roll of gauze, he’d followed you, and you’d finally whirled on him, allowing your annoyance to get the best of you.

“Do you think I can’t do my job without your supervision?” you’d snapped.

“I apologize if I gave you that impression. My presence was more intended to calm Wrecker. He often looks to me to determine if an injury is worse than it looks. I was hoping that by watching you closely and showing no alarm, it would calm him down.” He picked at his glove a little sheepishly, and you’d ducked your head in embarrassment.

“I… I’m sorry. I thought-”

“I understand how you could come to that conclusion,” he assured you. “I’m sure you noted the injury on the side of his head. When he sustained that, it was severely downplayed by the civilian medic that treated him. The medic then made him feel as though he were overreacting and exaggerating his pain levels, but the damage was quite severe, and that instance bred a sort of mistrust for medical professionals that aren’t me.”

You nodded, reaching for the gauze. “I’m sorry he went through that. No one deserves to have their pain downplayed like that.”

He smiled at you. “I agree.”

You moved to step past him, but he hesitantly laid a hand on your arm. “For what it’s worth, I think it’s admirable how you care for him. Many consider us to be expendable, but it’s apparent how attentive you are and how you’re paying careful attention to his reactions and pain. I know he appreciates it. As do I.”

Your face flushed with heat, and you returned his smile. “Of course.”

You’d completed your work on Wrecker, suddenly noting that the large clone occasionally shot his brother a nervous look as he watched over your shoulder, and Tech would give him a reassuring nod when he caught his eye. It was so subtle you’d have never noticed it without Tech telling you, but now that you knew, all you wanted to do was wrap them both in a hug. After you’d completed bandaging Wrecker and he’d mumbled his thanks, Tech had asked you to dinner under the pretense of learning about the technique you’d used when splinting the broken finger, but you both knew that was a bold-faced lie.

You’d never minded.

Now, you gently applied bacta to a blaster burn on his shoulder, smoothing the gel over the damaged skin there. Tech hissed slightly between clenched teeth. You pause, whipping out your penlight to look more closely at the wound, worried you’ve missed something. Tech chuckles quietly as he watches you over his shoulder, immediately knowing what you’re thinking. “The bacta was just colder than I expected. You didn’t do anything wrong.”

“Better to be certain.”

“One of the things I love about you.”

You smile, giving the burn one last cursory look before carefully bandaging it, placing a light kiss next to it when you are done. He catches your hand in his as you stride past him to replace your supplies, kissing the back of your knuckles.

“Thank you, darling.”

“Of course, my love,” you reply, leaning down to press your lips against his forehead. He leans against you, and you can feel the exhaustion in his muscles. Quickly, you clear his dishes from the table before leading him down the hall to your bedroom.

You help him shower, gently washing the dirt from his skin and ensuring not to scrub too hard at the fresh bandages peppering his chest, arms, and back. He allows it, watching you without protest as you lather his skin carefully and massage his scalp with shampoo. You know letting someone else take control is a struggle for him, and you appreciate that he’s finally comfortable enough to let his guard down around you, to allow you to take care of him in the way he deserves but will never ask for.

When you’re both rinsed clean, you stand for a while, your bodies pressed together as the water trickles down your skin. You hope the constant patter of the water on his shoulders is working some of the tension from his muscles and spine as he presses chaste kisses along your neck and shoulders, finally allowing his chin to rest there, his arms wrapped around your torso.

“I love you very much,” he whispers.

“And I love you,” you reply. Those three words had always come easy to the two of you, neither of you feeling the need to choose a “right” time to express your affections. It had just come out of him one night as you sat next to each other on your couch, and you’d never hesitated in saying it back. You and Tech both had discussed early on that you were fine with being upfront about your emotions and feelings. War didn’t allow for the luxury of beating around the bush when it came to important things being said.

You feel him sag against you slightly, and you take that as your cue to retrieve the fluffiest towel you own, helping him dry off before leading him to bed.

The two of you slip under the sheets together, him pulling you close so that your back is pressed against his chest. One arm slips under your neck, the other wrapping around your waist. You resist the heat swirling in your belly, knowing he needs rest right now and to heal. If he’s still here in the morning, you know there’ll be time for other activities, but for right now, you just want him to sleep peacefully next to you without any expectations beyond that.

“Do you know how long you can stay?” you ask, knowing he probably doesn’t have a definitive answer.

“I’ll stay for as long as you let me.”

You reach down, interlacing your fingers with his and pulling his hand up to your lips, brushing his knuckles with a kiss. “Stay forever then,” you whisper.

You both know it’s impossible, that eventually his comm will go off and he’ll be whisked away once more on some mission he can’t tell you about on some world you’ll likely never visit. But it’s nice to pretend, if only for a few moments. As pragmatic as Tech is, he allows himself the indulgence this once, nuzzling against the back of your neck as he breathes you in.

“I just may.”

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skellymom · 2 months

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UNTITLED FIC SMUT SNIPPET

CROSSHAIR x READER NON GENDER

YES! I'm teasing you!!! Especially @haybellewrites

Warning: Slight smutty McSmutterson action. Nothing too graphic, but definite Crosshair smut! NO MINORS!

Word Count: 185

THE EDIBLE TOLD ME TO DO EEET!!!

The grief was too much for you both.

Lying in bed at night...the uncertainty and rising arousal making sleep elusive. Two people alone in the vastness of space, on a dark, silent ship. The distance between you palpable.

“Are...you awake?” he furtively asked with hushed tones in the dark.

“Umhmm.” Intrigued as to why he asked.

Silence.

You lay there in the dark waiting for an answer.

More silence...

...then Crosshairs hand gently smoothing away the hair from your temple.

You immediately embrace him tightly.

He falters for just a beat. Body frozen for what seems like an eternity. Would this scare him away?

Then you feel his arms encircle you, lips upon your cheek...kissing down to your lips.

Unable to hold back any further, you turn your head to meet his lips to yours.

Mouths opening to breathe into the well of one another. Sliding upon each other passionately. Breaths furiously taken in between long heated kisses.

Then parting quickly to pull the clothing from each other's body. Almost ripping the cloth away from bare skin. Occasional moans of longing for skin-to-skin contact....

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sunshinesdaydream · 3 months

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Focal Point

Pairing: Hunter x GN!reader Rating: SFW Summary: You and Hunter each help the other through the fall out from sensory overwhelm. 🚨🚨🚨🚨NOTE: This is based on my own experience with Sensory Processing Disorder. Particularly the "Powering through" a day of overwhelm to crash later at home. Also guest staring negative self talk gremlins. ⚠️Warnings: Negative self talk, sensory overload fall out. Word Count :811 Dividers By: @ve-ti-ver Fluff & Reblog Banners/Dividers by:@sunshinesdaydream (me)

Thud, thud, thud, the regular rhythm and pressure of hitting the wall of the closet with your back and shoulders is somewhat soothing. Sitting under the hanging clothes, knees pulled to your chest. Wearing Hunter’s sweatshirt with the hood pulled up in the dark closed closet.

The chiming of the front door sounding made you jump almost violently. Tears made their appearance, streaking down your face. The thought of his comfort is suddenly embarrassing. Thud, thud, thud, you immediately went back to your rocking.

He waited until he was at the door to the bedroom before he called quietly, in his low tone, “Cyare,” you know it’s just to not startle you more. You know he knew the second he walked through the front door. The tears flowed faster, punctuated by a soft sob. No light entered the closet when he slowly stepped in. He had turned off the bedroom light.

He knelt on the floor next to you. “Cyare, what do you need?” He asked gently.

You begin to cry harder, your mind racing. You with normal senses but the broken way your brain dealt with them. Broken, overwhelming. At least he had immensely enhanced senses to account for his overwhelm. You couldn’t conceive of what it would be like to have those kinds of senses, other than a hellscape.

“Do you need me to go?” He kept his tone level, trying not to inflect his desire one way or another.

Your heart clenched. While your cursed mind wondered why he dealt with you because of this, you reached out for his hand. Solid and warm, a stable point in what felt like a constantly vibrating world.

Hunter eased closer, his voice low and in your ear, “Mesh’la, I’m here,” calm, sure. “Come back to me, ner riddur, push all of the ugly voices away,”

As soon as you leaned towards his voice his other hand came up to be a firm but gentle presence on your cheek. You shivered from its grounding presence.

Slowly shifting he cradled your face in both hands with a firm, reassuring pressure. Then pressed his forehead to yours.

“Cyare, just like you helped me the other day. Don’t let your mind make you doubt. I’m here for you,” he said quietly. “I will help you with this battle as you do with mine,”

Your breath became steadier, your heart rate slowed, the tears stopped flowing. You focused on him. You cling to the memory of helping him to ward off the negative thoughts.

“Mmmkay,” you finally mumble. And he presses a firm kiss to your forehead. Another shaky inhale that feels like fresh air in your lungs.

“Are you with me now?” He asks after several long and even breaths.

“Yes,”. You answer. He kisses your forehead again and then moves to sit next to you and you lean against him with his arm wrapped tight around you.

After many long minutes like that you feel more together, less like you are going to shake apart. You move enough to kiss his cheek.

“Thank you,” you say.

“Anything for you, cyare. Feeling better?” He asks, you can hear the smile in his voice.

“Mostly,” you snuggle into his side. It would be a long night yet, but with his support it would be somewhat easier.

The week before-

You walk in the front door with a basket of produce and notice immediately all power to the house was out. Setting the basket down you walk as quietly as possible to the bedroom.

“Hunter,” you whisper at the door to the room before making your way to the closet. Tech and Wrecker had soundproofed the closet to the best of their abilities, it really could only do so much for Hunter.

You ease into the closet and find him sitting, curled in on himself. You settle on the floor next to him. After a moment you extend your hand palm up next to him and say softly, “I’m here, if you need me love,”

Quicker than you could process he had pulled you towards himself. You found yourself straddling his lap, hugged close to his body, and his face buried in your neck.

“Don’t leave,” his voice is muffled against you. “I need you”

“I’m not going anywhere,” you answer, wrapping both arms around him and squeezing in as tight of a hug you can manage. “Don’t listen to that stuff you are telling yourself. I am here because I want to be. I love you. I need you too,” You shift to stroking his hair with gentle but firm movements, knowing how light touches could make the overwhelm worse.

Eventually the two of you would make your way out to the rest of the house and have a quiet night. But for now you are content to be held by him and comfort him.

❤️Love&Wrecker Hugs❤️

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spacemagicandlaserswords · 1 year

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Open and Waiting (Chapter 3)

Summary: Tech is an Intelligent Dom in more ways than one, Hunter decides he’s had enough casual voyeurism for one day, and you continue to be a good little cockwarmer while remembering that time Crosshair spanked you.

Relationship: Tech x f!reader, a little bit of Hunter x f!reader, mentions of Crosshair x f!reader, Echo x f!reader and Wrecker x f!reader

Warnings: NSFW, cock warming, voyeurism, domination, submission, Dominant Tech, submissive reader, restraints, collar, wrist cuffs, sexual inexperience, inexperienced reader, naked reader, voyeurism, poor self-worth, spiralling thoughts, feelings, smut with feelings, polyamory, little bit of verbal degradation, praise kink, pretend sci-fi technology/science, pretend Star Wars planets and locations, not beta read, no use of y/n. Mentions of: Oral training, dildos, soft domination, finger sucking, fingers in mouth, spanking, impact play, humiliation, degradation, boot licking, penetration, after care, bruises, vaginal fingering, bacta as lube, video recording of sexual acts.

Word Count: 1714 (Chapter 3)

Author’s Notes: Please read the warnings! And please let me know if you enjoyed it. Behold, more filth.

I also wanted to make it clear that everything depicted in this fic is consensual and has been enthusiastically consented to by everyone involved. A lot of what is in this fic could be seen as quite intense, depending on your levels or limits *looks at the giant wall of warnings*. Please know that everyone involved is actively participating in safe kink practices and many open, honest and clear conversations are had between everyone, even if it is not explicitly described in the fic. If it helps, I have a background context detail for this AU that Tech maintains an up to date list of everyone's hard limits, interests and requests, and makes sure everyone's kink contracts are revisited every month and updated if required. None of the Batch tease him for it because they all take safe kink practices very seriously. I hope this comes across in the writing, both in previous and future chapters, but I also wanted to be clear about it here as well.

Chapters: One, Two, Four, Five, Six | Ao3

Open and Waiting (Chapter 3)

A hand immediately descends on my head, preventing any hint of movement and halting any further thoughts of trying to take more of Tech’s cock deeper into my mouth. There’s a weight to his hand, a solid presence and a warning. He knew exactly what I’d been trying to do. Sir had been unequivocally clear that I was not allowed to move and I’d just skirted very close to breaking that rule.

Oh kark, I’ve displeased him. I can’t bear disappointing him and the punishment that follows is always Tech’s own special combination of humiliation, control and mental domination. He knows exactly how to slowly and painstakingly unravel me, all while ensuring that I’m the one begging for my descent into delirium. It always leaves me ruinously shattered and I really just wanted to be a good girl and warm his cock for him. I was doing so well. Why do I always try to bite off more than I can chew? Both metaphorically and literally, in this case. Though I am absolutely not moving anything now, especially not my jaw or mouth. Why did I have to try and push it further and do more? Tech explicitly told me not to move. I’m already pleasing him, why did I have to try and go further? It’s not like I—

Tech’s precise voice cuts through my spiralling thoughts.

“Our submissive has been doing exceptionally well with their oral training and has been diligent and dedicated in their practice. She has shown consistent and admirable improvement in the length and depth that she is able to be orally penetrated. I am quite pleased with her progress and have no doubt she will turn into an excellent cock slut in time and with continued guidance."

The praise hits me deep in the chest, flaring out to run down my arms and I can’t stop myself from preening at his words. Tech knew. Of course he knew. He’s far too intelligent not to notice when my brain starts running away from me.

“Hmmm, she’s pretty good already.” Hunter adds. “And watching her suck away at those training dildos that can be mounted to the walls is always a good watch.”

“Yes. Those were an excellent invention of mine.” Tech confidently replies.

“Do you think you’d be able to install a hidden or quick release one on the side of a chair in the cockpit?” asks Hunter. “I prefer to keep her at my knee and it’s easier to control her movement when she’s close by.”

Another shiver runs over my naked skin at the thought. I do enjoy serving at Hunter’s knee. It’s a remarkably peaceful and calming experience. One that has nearly caused me to fall asleep on more than a few occasions. We usually do it when he takes watch. Sitting at his feet, my body leaning against his leg and my head resting against the side of his knee, the blue lights of hyperspace dancing behind my eyelids. Hunter usually keeps me in place with a single hand on my head or wrapped around the nape of my neck. Sometimes I’ll end up sucking on his fingers. Other times he’ll gently run the pad of his thumb or fingers up and down my tongue and I end up drooling on his armour or the floor. I often worry about making a mess but he always reassures me that it doesn’t bother him at all. If anything, it’s actually a good thing. Apparently, all the sensations help to ground him. Having one particular impression to focus on helps to reduce the rest of his senses to background noise. If that’s what it takes to lessen the constant barrage of feedback on his enhanced senses and afford him a moment of relative peace then I will happily have my tongue used as a resting pad for his thumb or fingers.

Just like it’s currently being used as a resting place for Tech’s cock.

The owner of said cock provides a clipped response to Hunter’s question.

“Of course I can. I already have plans for such a modification. Would you prefer the pilot’s or co-pilot's chair?”

“Pilot’s.” answers Hunter. “It’s your invention. Besides, Echo might be a bit peeved if he walks into the cockpit one day to find a dildo attached to the armrest of his chair.”

“An amusing discovery, I’m sure.” Tech replies, his dry wit in full force.

The conversation continues on above me, both of them completely ignoring my bound and open position on the floor. It’s like I’m not even here. They could be having the same conversation over caf or while Tech is torso deep in the guts of the Marauder fixing the latest thing to go wrong with the ship. His legs always end up splayed wide apart when he’s working like that. If I wasn’t so desperate to please and had just a little bit of brat in me, I’d probably eventually snap and go down on him then and there.

“Nah it’s a fair way off. The towns here are fairly isolated and spread out.”

Hunter’s smokey voice interrupts my rapidly degenerating fantasies about blowing Tech in all sorts of compromising positions. I guess they’ve moved on from talking about me like I’m not even there, despite the fact that I’m right here on my knees under the workbench.

“The others are going to be on their supply run for a while.” Hunter adds.

“Yes. I estimate that they will be away for another 3 hours and 16 minutes.” Tech responds.

“Do you need anything from me before I go back to arguing with this schematic of that Seppie base?” asks Hunter.

“Some peace and quiet would be appreciated. Unless you wish to watch?” Tech’s suggestion hanging in the air.

“Nah, she’s all yours. I’ve got my own ideas for when I get her next. Besides, her arousal’s so strong I can basically taste it.” Hunter comments.

The verbal debasement makes my pussy drip and my mouth somehow even wetter.

“Do not let me keep you from your work.” Tech replies, a clear dismissal and indication that this conversation is over.

Hunter just snorts in response and turns on his heel before heading back to the bow of the ship. The cockpit door closes and then it’s just Tech and I again in the still silence. The only interruption is the movement and scraping of tools above me as Tech dedicates his full focus to the project in front of him.

Well, maybe not his full, complete focus.

Tech’s other leg has started bouncing. I can feel the small movements through his thigh where my cheek is currently resting. He always does this when there’s something competing for the attention of his prodigious intellect. The warm, wet presence of my mouth wrapping around his cock must be doing a fairly decent job of distracting him. I wonder how much longer this is going to last? Probably not 3 hours and 16 minutes, unless Tech feels like adding more voyeurism to today's antics. Crosshair always enjoys getting a good eyeful when he can. An amusing attribute for someone who can be a tad possessive when he gets me to himself. I would rib him about it but teasing Crosshair is like playing with fire while doused in petrol and carrying lit matches. That man knows exactly how to cause and wield pain. His sadistic streak is as glaringly obvious as his facial tattoo. Our sessions together are often fairly intense and are a clear reminder of his predilection towards inflicting pain and the satisfaction he gains from watching me disintegrate under his hands. I’d rather not give him even more ammunition, especially after overhearing a brief snippet of a conversation he had with Tech about an idea for an implement that involved spikes.

A shudder runs through me at the thought and I can almost feel the phantom stings across my hide from when our sniper flayed my ass last time. It had been a phenomenal experience, pain and pleasure intertwining into a heady mix of sensation that was impossible to discern where one finished and the other began. Hunter and Echo had watched as Crosshair completely broke me apart, fierce slaps followed by biting strokes of his cane striking again and again over my ass. There is nothing quite so exquisitely humiliating as being reduced to a sobbing and quaking puddle on the floor and then being forced to lick the boot of your current dominant. Of course, he had to take it up a notch by pulling my head up by my hair so I was forced to look straight at the leadership team of my own squad as they observed my pathetic attempts at following Crosshair’s commands.

It’s a little hard to clean leather with your tongue when you keep crying on it.

By the time Crosshair was fucking me into the floor, I don’t think I was cogent or present enough to do anything other than lie there and just take it. I hadn’t been quite so physically, mentally and emotionally broken by a scene like that for a while. Thank the Maker they all know exactly what they’re doing when it comes to after care. It had taken me a long time to come back to the world after that, those long limbs wrapped around me like a shield, quiet affirmations murmured in my ear. For someone so outwardly caustic, Crosshair can be remarkably soft when he is so inclined. The bruises he left were an astounding array of blues, purples and blacks. I could barely move properly afterwards and sitting was an exceptionally slow and ginger process. A later application of bacta gel helped but that had quickly devolved into being fingered with bacta gel while bent over the medbay bed. Tech had made some comment about this not being it’s intended use when he walked in halfway through but by that stage Crosshair had two long fingers deep inside me and was running rings around my clit and I did not care. At least it gave Tech another recording of me climaxing to add to his collection. Apparently, I am a “most cooperative subject”.

Crosshair had actually laughed at that.

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Author’s Note: Please let me know if you enjoyed it!

I’ve realised that I appear to be writing this mainly in first person from the perspective of the reader, and in present tense, apart from the memories sections (not sure they really count as proper flashbacks). I know the summaries make use of ‘you’ and so appears to be in second person but I think the majority of this is in first person, or at least I’m trying to keep it as consistent as possible. It’s probably all over the shop though so the ‘not beta read’ warning definitely applies here.

Reader is not named and is referred to as she/they, you/you’re (when spoken to), submissive or their (the Batch’s) submissive, various derogatory terms (slut, whore etc.), and other more general affectionate terms (darling, dear etc.) and Mando’a endearments (mesh’la, cyar'ika etc.). The latter of these mainly appear in the aftercare scene, which is still so far away at this point. Why have I done this to myself? Write fanfic, they said. It’ll be fun, they said. *sobs* The reader is referred to in a generally objectifying manner, like something that the Batch owns without being explicitly possessive about it, and there is absolutely no use of y/n (guess which fanfic writing trope I can’t stand).

Tech finally starts to play with you in Chapter 4 and the filthiness factor ratchets up again (somehow).

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𝕓𝕒𝕕 𝕙𝕒𝕓𝕚𝕥𝕤 ⋆*･ﾟ 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕓𝕒𝕕 𝕓𝕒𝕥𝕔𝕙

➼ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ☆ ꜰʟᴜꜰꜰ ꜱᴇɴᴅ ᴛᴡᴇᴇᴛ

⋆ ★ ᴜʜ ʜᴇʀᴇ'ꜱ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ɴᴏɴꜱᴇɴꜱᴇ ɪ ꜱᴘᴇᴡᴇᴅ ᴏᴜᴛ

⋆ ★ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴏɴ ᴀᴏ3 ⋆*･ﾟ ᴛᴀɢʟɪꜱᴛ ꜰᴏʀᴍ

Hunter

The sergeant is very unruly in the bathroom.

He is the shittiest person to share a fresher with.

Somehow manages to leave the whole thing wet as he gets out of the shower, has hair all in the drains and clinging to the shower wall, and the mirror is totally fogged up to the point you have to air out the room for a solid few minutes.

All of his hair products and body care stuff also take up so much counter space, leaving barely enough for yours (which is much more minimal).

You’re trying your best to help Hunter implement new, better habits as time goes on, but it’s proving difficult.

He’d never believe you, but you might insist he’s this way because he likes to relax and not bother in the fresher, as it’s the only time for himself to truly unwind and enjoy himself.

But no. That can’t be the reason why. Right?

Tech

He is a CHRONIC nail biter and skin picker.

It’s just a constant fiddle thing.

Helps him focus on something but he also just gets picky with the state of his nails and the skin surrounding it.

Consistently gets to a point where the poor things are red and swollen and just look painful.

Subtly you try to make him stop; switching to a new soap, coating his nails with bad tasting polish and finish, etc.

It doesn’t work.

He somehow always manages to swerve around it and continue biting his nails.

One day you’ll find a strategy to get him to stop; hint, it might be letting him fiddle around with your hands a little…

Wrecker

Sloppy with food. Like, very sloppy.

If you hand him a full plate, a good portion of it will find its way onto the table, the floor, his pants, his shirt, and the surrounding area of his mouth.

He just can’t seem to keep it all in one place.

It’s not that big of a deal; if he’s truly conscious about it, he won’t actively make a mess (though he might still get some on his clothes and mouth), but a lot of the time, he isn’t.

Either way, it’s kind of charming. Seeing him snarf down food enthusiastically only fits so well with the rest of his character.

Crosshair

This man’s sleep schedule is fuuuuucked; more fucked than Tech’s, even.

He will go to bed early, wake up in the middle of night and stay up until the morning when he finally does fall asleep for a few hours but is forced to wake up and start the day.

Or alternatively, he’ll go to bed very late, sleep until noon, and spend his day taking minor naps only continuing his habit of sleeping later.

The worst part is he doesn’t make any effort to fix it and practically enables it.

What kind of fucked up form of masochism is this? you think.

He’s a quiet riser and sleeper so this habit of his manages not to affect anyone else, but it especially bothers you out of your care for crosshair and his well-being.

You might try and coax him to sleep and wake up at proper times with you, and it might work every now and then— but Crosshair’s sleep schedule doesn’t follow anyone’s orders.

Echo

This boy has really bad posture.

It’s not very obvious compared to Tech’s posture, but it causes him lots of shoulder and neck aches, especially when he’s sitting in the cockpit for too long.

You make jokes about getting him a back brace and he grumbles with a laugh, “I already got enough metal hooked up to me.”

Sometimes when you notice it and see him rubbing at his neck, you get his attention and sweetly tell him ‘shoulders up, love.’

Without fail, he does so with a soft smile and leans over to kiss your cheek as a way of thanking you for the reminder.

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