#tbb imagine

[rainydaydream-gal18]

(The Bad Batch) How He Is with His Newborn Baby

Hunter: He adores them and spends a lot of time holding them. Hunter is also really big on the whole skin-to-skin contact, so it becomes a common thing to see him walking around shirtless with the baby cradled snugly in one arm. He gets pretty good at performing tasks around the home with the baby. He's enraptured by the little one, but also very attentive to your needs. Hunter makes sure you take the time you need to eat, shower, and just have time to relax every now and then. Literally, any excuse to hold them some more, and he's giving it. He is good at rocking the baby in such a way that they fall asleep instantly in his arms.

Wrecker: The baby has him wrapped around their tiny finger already. He's already telling them how much he loves them and how proud he is. Wrecker also just spends time telling them all the fun things they're going to do together when they're old enough to walk, talk, etc. He is so unbelievably gentle and sweet with the little one in general, and also of course with you. He'll randomly stare at you and tell you how beautiful you are and what a good job you're doing.

Tech: This baby is not at the point where they can retain any information yet, but Tech spends plenty of time just talking to them. He talks about anything his mind can conjure up. The baby becomes so accustomed to the sound of his voice that it has quite the soothing effect. Additionally, Tech is very quick to pick up on the baby's cycle of needs. It gets to the point where they cry, and he can glance at his chrono and pinpoint exactly what they need according to the little schedule he's created. He also regularly checks the baby's weight, vitals, to make sure they're in good health. From time to time he voices yet again how fascinating the miracle of birth is and how proud he is of you, also checking your health.

Echo: Spends the first few weeks only holding the baby when sitting down. He can't get over how fragile they are, and he just sits there and stares at them as long as he can in amazement and adoration before they wake up from their nap or fuss about something they need. When the baby bursts into a fit of wails, he goes into a bit of a panic mode worrying about what's wrong. Eventually, he gets more comfortable and gets used to the idea that the baby is just communicating a need. It doesn't take long for him to become a professional dad. He gets pretty organized with the diaper bag and supplies so that he can just pull out whatever the baby needs at the drop of a hat.

Crosshair: He spends a good while just quietly holding the baby in his arms and watching them. Internally, he thinks they're absolutely precious and realizes he loves them so much. He already knew he'd love them, but he didn't realize it would feel like this. The baby is heart-wrenchingly cute, and he'd do anything to protect them. You come to find that he becomes more vocal, telling the baby in a sort of Crosshair-style sarcasm that they need to get their act together every time he has to handle a diaper change, feeding, etc. He's up with you at any hour day or night to help with the baby without a complaint, and regularly makes sure you're taking care of yourself also.

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[angelltheninth]

The Bad Batch + Soft Sex

Pairing: Hunter, Crosshair, Wrecker, Tech, Echo x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, established sex, kissing, body worship, soft sex, handcuffs, overstimulation, cunnilingus, fingering

A/N: Soft TBB men loving you is all you need sometimes.

Hunter makes sure to worship every inch of your body when you're together, leaving no spot unkissed or untouched. Pays a lot of attention to your neck, its about the marking for him, about the shallow breaths you take when his hands and mouth are on your neck and the way he can see you getting wetter the more closer he gets to your pussy.

"I shouldn't need to tell you this sweetheart but you're makin a real mess down there. I haven't even touched you and you've already shown zero self control. You needed me that badly did you? I can see that, my sweetheart needs my cock doesn't she? I've got you, I'm here."

As rough around the edges as Crosshair can be he can also be very gentle and affectionate when he wants to be. Mind you these moments are rare but there will be times where almost the entire session with be one long foreplay where he overstimulates your body by soft touches to the point where you come just from him putting his cock inside you.

"And people say I can't be patient. I told you to wait didn't I? Now you're done and I haven't even started yet. What will I do? The obvious, fuck you until I'm soft again. You got your release, which I spent hours building for you, you can handle this for me."

Wrecker has the time of his life as he caresses, squeezed and pinches your nipples and your breasts. Almost anything is small compared to his hands but to him you're always gonna be the perfect size no matter what. He can't help but lean down and take one nipple into his mouth, feeling it pebble, the other being rolled under his fingers while he eases his fat cock into you and starts a slow, rocking pace.

"Stretching so good around me sugar. Honestly part of me never wants you to be used to my size cause the tightness is perfect for milking my balls dry. These are prefect too, perfect size for me to suck on when I'm like this. Let me at 'em."

Tech honestly loves kissing down your body slowly to get to your thighs and your pretty clit. He's squeezing your thighs softly, massaging them as he introduces the tip of his tongue against your sensitive bundle of nerves, circling it slowly. His hands keep moving while his mouth stay mostly on target, leaving goosebumps all over your skin.

"You need my fingers too, I can see the way you're pulsing around nothing. My poor girl, you've been feeling neglected haven't you, with me spending all this time away from you. No need to worry, we have time now, let me make up for all of it."

No one ever said that using handcuffs can't be soft. Echo can make anything sweet and nice for you if you just let him. Not only do you let him but you use your legs to pull him closer, you raise your head to see his fingers pull out of you, soaked as he wipes them off on his cock before he smiles at you and slowly sinks every inch of himself inside your throbbing hole.

"I know darling, you've been so good for me, barely a plea from you. I always make sure that you feel good don't I? This is no different, just a few extra steps to make things more fun. You liked it, I know you did, its cute how you pout about it though."

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[imaginesfordifferentfandoms]

Step Into The Daylight

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Requested - @cc--2224 as part of @cloneficgiftexchange

Prompt - "Well, I’m sorry I fell in love with you, okay? But it happened and I can’t do anything about it.” “You... What?” &  "I never wanted anyone to feel bad for me, especially not you"

The sun streaming through the windows did little to fight against the coldness he felt, he knew the room was warm, he knew the cold he felt deep in his bones wasn’t there and yet he couldn’t fight the shivers that wracked his body. It didn’t matter that he could see the small room his brother’s had shown him to once they landed on the planet, in his mind he was still there, still in that cold, small cell with no hope of escaping.

He’d been there for so long, long enough that he had lost track of the days. He could have planned an escape, could have made some attempt to leave their torture but what for? There was nothing waiting for him outside of his cell anymore.

Gone was his relationship with his brothers, gone was the easy back and forth banter with Wrecker, gone were the late night talks with Hunter, gone were the days him and Tech would sit together, his brother’s voice filling the silence without expecting anything back from Crosshair, gone was Echo’s steady presence, at his side whenever he needed it.

Gone were you.

Gone were the early mornings when the rest of his brothers were still asleep, only you and Crosshair awake in the cockpit holding a warm cup of caff and filling the space with softly spoken conversation. Gone were the days spent trying to stick by your side, gone were the stolen glances and lingering touches, gone was sneaking away after missions to explore together, gone were the chances he took to watch you smile, gone was the promise he’d tell you how he felt tomorrow.

Crosshair had run out of tomorrow’s a long time ago.

After all he had done, all the pain he had put his brothers through, the pain he had put you through, this was the least he deserved. 

And so when the chance came to make his escape, to leave the pain and the torture behind he hesitated. The cell door was open, it would be so easy to leave and yet he hesitated. 

If the kid hadn’t been there, if her life didn’t depend on him getting her out he knows he would have stayed where he was, he would have rotted in that cell for as long as they decided he was useful alive.

Now he was free and somehow he felt more confined than ever. It wasn’t just because Hunter wouldn’t take his eyes off him, it wasn’t because Wrecker hovered or the fact Omega had seemed to attach herself to him. It didn’t even have anything to do with the fact that you were here, stars above Crosshair couldn’t think of a time he would ever have ignored your presence and yet now he did everything to stay away from you, not able to face you yet.

No, it wasn’t because of you or his brothers that Crosshair felt confined. It was because he didn’t deserve this freedom, in his head he was still in the cold cell, destined to rot away.

Crosshair stood from the floor, unable to lay there any longer. The room had a bed tucked against the wall but Crosshair had only managed about ten minutes of tossing and turning on it before he gave the bed up for the floor, the bed too soft compared to what he had become used to.

Everyone else was still asleep as he made his way outside, no real destination in mind. His feet carried him through side streets until they grew sore and only then did he make his way back, stopping not too far away from where the others were to sit on the sand, the sun shining blindingly on the water. 

He didn’t deserve to be here.

“I used to come here.” A voice interrupted him some time later, a voice he recognised all too well. “It’s quiet, no one ever comes here.”

Crosshair didn’t turn to look at you, he couldn’t bring himself to do it but when you sat next to him it was too much. He went to stand but your hand softly grabbing his stopped him.

“Please stop running away.” You pleaded softly and Crosshair didn’t have to look at you to know your eyes were teary but he did anyway, his heart aching for having made you this way.

“I can’t do this.” He told you quietly, forcing his gaze away from yours and looking back out at the water. 

“I don’t know what happened to you,” You said after a moment's silence and Crosshair balled his hand into a fist, silently begging you to stop talking. “I don’t know what they did to you and you don’t have to tell me but-”

“But nothing.” He spat angrily, glaring at the sea and instantly hating himself for lashing out at you, so he tried again, softer this time. “But nothing. What they did to me was nothing less than I deserved.”

“Don’t say that.” You said, head shaking as you tried to compose yourself.

“It’s the truth, I tried to kill you, kill my brothers…I hurt you all and for what? For the Empire to throw my loyalty in my face.” Crosshair shrugged. 

“For what it’s worth, I never gave up on you.” You told Crosshair, looking away from him as you spoke. “It didn’t matter what you did, how far you strayed from us, I never gave up on you.”

“You should have.” He muttered. “Everyone else did, Hunter doesn’t trust me, Wrecker wants to but he knows I’m nothing more than a lost cause.”

“That’s not true. Hunter’s just being Hunter, he needs time to adjust, needs time to figure things out in his head and then he’ll want to talk to you. Yeah you’re both gonna throw out words you don’t mean, maybe a punch or two but after that…it’s Hunter, he’s glad you’re back. As for Wrecker he wants to come to you, you know that as much as I do but he’s scared, he doesn’t want to spook you so he’s waiting for you to make the first move.” You explained, keeping your voice soft, not turning to face Crosshair as he turned to look at you.

“What about you?” He finally asked, voice barely above a whisper. 

“I was with Wrecker. I kept my distance and waited to see what your move was. Turns out your move was to avoid everyone.” You laughed and Crosshair felt himself relax a little, the sound one he hadn't heard in so long and it somehow managed to push out some of the cold he felt. “I feel for you, Cross, I do. Stars only know what the Empire did to you but you’re free now, don’t let them win, don’t shut us out.”

“I never wanted anyone to feel bad for me, especially not you.” Crosshair said after a long pause of silence and you laughed again.

“We all feel bad for you, despite everything you’re one of us.” You told him so sincerely that Crosshair felt like he’d been punched in the stomach at the speed his breath was stolen from him.

You turned to face him, a small smile on your face and you hesitated for only a moment before you reached out and took his hand in yours, entwining your fingers together.

“I don’t deserve any of this,” Crosshair forced out and you smiled at him softly. “I don’t deserve you, you should be running away from me, leave me behind and move on.”

“Well, I’m sorry but I fell in love with you, okay?” You told him, watching as his eyes widened in complete disbelief. “It happened and I can’t do anything about it.”

“You…what?” Crosshair choked, for so long he had dreamed of you and him, of a life where you could possibly want him but it was such a far off dream, something that would never become a reality and now you were saying the words he had longed to hear for years.

“You’re stuck with me, Cross, I’m not going anywhere, I’m not running away. You’re it for me, always have been.” You said, laughing as a tear or two managed to slip down your cheek and Crosshair only second guessed himself for a moment before his hand cupped your cheek and he softly brushed the tears away, his thumb caressing your cheek bone.

“I don’t deserve you.” He repeated and you smiled brightly at him. “But I will spend the rest of my life trying.”

“I love you.” You told him again, watching as his eyes became watery and he rested his forehead against yours.

“I love you too, so much.” He choked out and you couldn’t stop yourself from closing the small distance between the two of you, Crosshair not hesitating to meet you in the middle.

Crosshair’s hand on your cheek moved to your hair, pulling you impossibly closer as he kissed you, savouring every second of the feeling, something he had longed for and convinced himself he could never have.

Eventually the two of you needed to pull apart for air, breathing heavily but not going far from each other, foreheads together as you both smiled at the other.

For the first time in so long Crosshair didn’t feel a single bit of cold, his body was warm, his heart racing as he held you close. For the first time in a long time Crosshair didn’t feel numb, he didn’t feel pain or fear.

It felt like he was finally off that awful planet, it felt like he had finally left his cold cell behind and stepped into the daylight, able to feel the sun of Pabu for the first time and it was because of you, you were the source of this warmth, this love, this joy, this overwhelming relief that things would be better.

For the first time in a very long time Crosshair felt like things would be okay, he had you, he swore he’d make amends with his brothers, spend the rest of his life making up for everything, spend the rest of his life proving he was worthy of yours and his brother’s love. It felt easier, it felt doable with you at his side once again.

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[kaminokatie]

First Kiss || The Bad Batch

Synopsis - Your first kiss with the members of The Bad Batch.

Warnings - SFW.

Word Count - 1.5k.

[Caffeinate Me]

HUNTER had saved your skin yet again. It was becoming a regular thing now, Hunter saving you from yourself. So-much-so that if you had made up a tally of all the times Hunter had saved you, you’d definitely be in double digits. You sighed a sigh of relief and turned around to thank him, only to be met with his lips on yours. You ‘hmphed’ into the kiss as you were taken by surprise, only for Hunter to press his lips further into you, deepening the kiss. When Hunter showed no signs of pulling away from you, you relaxed into his body and your eyes fluttered closed. The two of you stayed like that for a few moments, kissing with pure need, almost as if your lives depended on it. When he pulled away, Hunter grinned at you and gave you a sly wink forcing your face to heat up. “What was that for?” You asked, smiling widely. 

“Just think of it as an incentive to stop you from almost dying on me all the time,” Hunter replied as he moved his body away from yours and turned his attention back to the mission at hand. “There’s more where that came from if you stay alive.” 

“Sir, yes sir,” you saluted, watching as he walked away with a dumb smile on your face. 

CROSSHAIR sat in the corner of his barracks on Kamino as Omega and the other members of The Batch came up with an escape plan. He placed his head in his hands as he tried to process the situation. The newly formed Galactic Empire had left you all to die on Kamino as they blew the place to smithereens, after all he’d done for the Empire so far and this is how they repay him? You excused yourself from The Batch and sat down next to Crosshair in the corner, your eyes heavy with sadness. “If we don’t make it out of this, I want you to know that despite everything, I still love you,” you whispered, without looking at him. Crosshair was taken back by your statement and looked at you with confusion, his heart fluttering in his chest. He had tried to kill you and you were saying that you loved him? He couldn’t quite process what was going on as you scooted up to sit next to him, your knees touching. Throwing caution to the wind, you quickly cupped his face in your hands and kissed him softly, closing your eyes as you melted into his lips. For a few seconds, it was nice to pretend like your life wasn’t in danger and that Crosshair wasn’t the bad guy. He thought for a moment before kissing you back, his lips moving in tandem with your own easily as his hands went to rest on your hips. When you pulled away, you stared into Crosshair's eyes hoping that you had gotten through to him with your kiss. 

“That was nice,” he mumbled softly, his gaze dropping down from your eyes to your lips. You nodded in response before standing up and making your way back over to The Batch to talk about an escape plan. Crosshair was even more conflicted now: does he continue being a good soldier and follow orders, or does he leave the Empire to be with you?

TECH watched as you fumbled around the cockpit, unsure of what to do. You had never been techy and weren’t very good at helping repair the ship so you often just pottered around. You weren’t exactly sure what you brought to The Batch sometimes and it often left you feeling rather insecure. “Y/N, just leave the repairs to Echo and I,” Tech huffed. “Things will go a lot smoother if you don’t mess around.”

“I’m sorry Tech,” you mumbled. You sat down in the pilot's seat and looked on as Tech continued the repairs needed. You were fascinated by his curious mind and the way he worked, you couldn’t deny that. 

“Y/N?” Tech asked. “Are you okay? You’re staring at me. Is something wrong?” You snapped back into reality at Tech’s voice and blushed before looking away, mumbling a ‘sorry’ under your breath. 

Tech stopped his repairs, eyes narrowing on you as he focused his attention to your bouncing leg. He walked over to you and held out his hand for you to take, which reluctantly you did. You were pulled to your feet and flushed dangerously close to Tech’s body. You looked deep into his eyes as he searched yours for any signs of resistance. When you didn’t move away from him, Tech took it upon himself to slowly and shakily lean in and graze his lips softly against yours. His eyes remained open as he watched the emotions flash across your face. When you closed your eyes and leaned into the kiss, Tech did the same, finally feeling comfortable. When you pulled away from Tech’s lips, you breathed heavily out of embarrassment. “What was that for?” You asked dreamily. 

“You looked distracted. I was simply just trying to help you,” Tech cleared his throat and watched as you nodded before turning his attention back to the repairs at hand. You stood still, as if frozen, for a few seconds with your fingers trailing across your lips. He was right, you were distracted, but now you were even more distracted than before.

ECHO had been insecure ever since his rescue from Skako Minor. He often found himself thinking about what his life would have been like had he not been a Separatist project, and sometimes he even found himself wishing he had died at the Citadel. Echo found himself unable to sleep and quietly got up and made his way into the cockpit, hoping to keep himself busy with something to do on the ship. He had been so engrossed in what he was doing, he hadn’t heard your tiny footsteps following him. “Echo, are you okay?” You asked, sleepily rubbing your eyes. 

Echo turned to look at you, his face white. He looked as if he had been caught doing something he shouldn’t. When he realised it was just you, he nodded and smiled softly. “I just can’t sleep,” he replied. “What are you doing up?” He asked, tilting his head to the side. 

“Heard you get up,” you mumbled. “Wanted to make sure you were okay.” 

“I’m fine,” he whispered back. You found yourself walking up to him and wrapping your arms around his waist, something you did regularly when the two of you were alone. Echo felt his heart hammer against his chest and you turned him around to face you. Without thinking, Echo leaned into your touch and sighed happily. Whenever you were around, he always felt complete. “You should go back to sleep.”

“Not without you,” you smiled up at him. Echo was about to protest but you pressed your lips to his softly, silencing him. His eyes went wide when he realised your lips were on his, but he was quick to relax as your lips began to move against his own. His lips, like his body, were cold to the touch, but you were quick to warm them up. Your tongue ran along his bottom lip and Echo felt his face set on fire. When you finally pulled away, you gave Echo a grin and pecked his lips once more. “Let’s get some sleep, eh?” 

WRECKER watched as you cleaned the ship. You weren’t much useful on missions so you made yourself useful back on the ship by doing ‘housework’. Wrecker admired you as you continued your cleaning spree, watching the way your eyes narrowed and your lips pursed as you grumbled about the dust around you. “I literally cleaned this space two days ago!” You cried loudly, scrunching your nose up. Wrecker chuckled at your reaction and smiled at your cuteness. When you had finished dusting, you turned to Wrecker to ask for some assistance when you slipped over something on the floor and landed flat on his lap. You looked up at him with wide eyes, absolutely mortified. “Wrecker, I’m so sorry!” 

“Don’t be,” Wrecker laughed loudly, his hands resting on your hips. 

Everything, from that moment, happened in slow motion. You found yourself staring into his eyes before slowly closing the gap between your faces. You weren’t sure what had come over you, but you kissed Wrecker slowly, earning a groan from the giant clone. He immediately kissed you back passionately as your lips met, something he had been dying to do for weeks now. You sat up on his lap pushing your lips further against his, desperate for more. Wrecker chuckled into your lips before he pulled away leaving you completely breathless. With his hands still planted firmly on your hips, Wrecker helped you stand up. “T-Thank you,” you whispered softly, biting your bottom lip. 

“Don’t mention it,” Wrecker smiled at you. You sighed before bending down to pick up what you had fallen over: Lula. Wrecker’s eyes widened when he saw his stuffed toy in your hand and grinned. “My Lula!” 

You chuckled and passed Lula to Wrecker with a soft smile on your lips. Wrecker thanked you with another quick kiss before pulling away and walking to his bunk, leaving you standing there dumbfounded. Your fingers traced your lips as you watched Wrecker walk away cuddling Lula and you felt your heart flutter. You hoped you’d get another opportunity to kiss him again.

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[sithstrings]

The Bad Batch starts a band

I'm a professional musician and I've played with many bands and man when I tell you personalities match up with instruments😅so here's my bad batch band.

Wrecker:

Wrecker is the drummer. Duh. Wrecker quite enjoys the appeal of banging on things with sticks.

Wrecker hits the drums so hard, he often drowns out the rest of the band.

He goes through sticks so so quickly.

The whole drum set looks tiny compared to him.

He REFUSES to play to a click track, and insists he doesn't rush or drag.

Always gives his sticks out to the crowd after a show

Tech:

Tech plays keyboard

He's also the sound guy. He mixes the set, makes backup tracks, and he makes a light show.

Tech will also do percussion like tambourine, triangle, shakers, etc.

Tech categorizes their set lists and adamantly studies which songs people will like the most.

Tech totally gets into it and breaks out of his shell onstage

He knows much more about music theory than the others, so the others get confused when he speaks in musical terms. "What's a downbeat?"

The only person as technically skilled as him is Crosshair.

Echo:

Echo is the bass player. Bass players are so very important but most of them are just...there.

Echo didn't really want to be in the band but Omega begged him to play bass.

Echo is actually good at slap bass because of his metal arm.

He hates when the bass stays on the same note the whole time (don't we all)

Crosshair

Crosshair plays lead guitar

Crosshair can play with such accuracy and without missing a note. Because he never misses.

He is way to good to be playing casually.

He shreds.

He will solo even when there isn't a solo.

Most guitarists hate him because they ain't him.

Hunter:

Hunter plays rhythm guitar

He is perfectly fine not having guitar solos, soloing makes him nervous.

He's into metal.

Asks tech to pull up the chords on his holopad a lot.

Does not care what they play.

Omega

Omega is the lead singer

She actually sounds amazing

She owns the stage

She commands the crowd, she likes to start claps.

Has zero stage fright.

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[syndullqs]

𝐟𝐨𝐜𝐮𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐞 — 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒂𝒅 𝒃𝒂𝒕𝒄𝒉

summary — you struggle with ADHD and your friends help you manage it.

warnings — gn!reader, reader has ADHD, fluff

requested by — @juliajempire

note — although ADHD varies per person, i will try my best to represent it accurately here!

𝐈𝐓 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐎 𝐃𝐎 𝐒𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐄 𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐊𝐒. the bad batch wasn’t aware of your ADHD when they met you, and the first thing they picked up on was your forgetfulness. as they continued to get to know you, they began to realize that you never meant to forget things. they also learned it wasn’t just forgetting things.

“please remember what we need from the market,” tech reminded you before you stepped off the marauder. you knew you’d forget something, so you backtracked.

you grabbed a datapad and plugged in all that you needed, and checking it back over with tech, who would remind you of the one thing you missed.

“thanks, i’ll be back soon!” you called to the batch. omega decided to accompany you, keeping you company (and on track.)

—

as you and omega walked through the markets, your eyes were lingering on things you didn’t need. you were also captivated by the people there, the colors and the scent of various foods. you didn’t know omega was talking to you until she poked your arm.

“sorry, what?”

“we passed up the tools,” omega reminded with a smile. she never held it against you when you got in your head, not to mention multitasking wasn’t your strong suit.

“oh, right,” so, you circled back to grab the wrench tech said he needed. every now and then the guilt would sleep back in, the mental punch whenever you’d forget something. no one ever made you feel that way, but it was a reaction you couldn’t exactly stifle.

you and omega made your way back to the marauder, everything you needed in-hand. every now and then you’d need to double back and grab something, but having omega there helped. she never once made you feel rushed or stupid, which helped you focus. people’s support always helped you dial in just a little bit more.

“i see you remembered everything,” tech observed as you slid the box of stuff across a counter. you offered him a proud smile before walking off, sitting down towards the back of the marauder. you took a seat, picking up the book that you started earlier, but only got a couple chapters into.

“y/n?” you heard sergeant hunter call, making you look up from your book.

“yeah?”

“have you eaten today?” he asked you. you thought for a moment; had you?

“if you’ve had to think about it, that’s a no,” hunter chuckled, your cheeks flushing a bright red. your eyes turned back to your book, trying to create the world in words in your head. you almost didn’t hear the plate clatter in front of you, your mind consumed with the world that the author so brilliantly created.

“y/n,” hunter tapped the table your plate was on, bringing you out of your trance.

“oh! thanks,” you smiled, placing a bookmark in your book and closing it. you bit into your meal, your stomach thanking you for remembering, even if hunter did the leg work.

~~

it was later that evening, after everyone had gone to bed, and you were still up. you were sat outside, hoping the serenity of the evening would lull you to sleep. you didn’t always have issues falling asleep, but tonight, for some reason, your mind was too full. every now and then, your mind would be overstimulating just by working too much. it was ironic that your own thoughts drove you crazy.

“can’t sleep?” came a voice, interrupting the tangles of thoughts in your head.

“neither can you obviously,” y/n turned back to see echo take a seat next to you. you were able to sit with him in a comfortable silence as your mind raged against you.

“what’s going on?” he asked, keeping his eyes on the sky.

“can’t get my thoughts in order,”

“isn’t that always the case?” it was both a genuine question and a joke. you smiled.

“yeah, but they’re too loud. i’m thinking a million different things at the same time and they can’t stay quiet enough for me to sleep,” you explained. you weren’t sure if that was an ADHD thing or something else, but whatever it was, it annoyed the hell out of you.

“i’m sorry,”

“it’s ok,” silence came over both of you, and it was comfortable. for once, the thoughts in your mind quieted, and you felt your body start to relax. before you knew it, your head dropped onto echo’s shoulder, your soft snores filling his head. although he wasn’t used to your head on his shoulder, he welcomed it.

“sweet dreams,”

@juliajempire love, i am so sorry this took me so long. i hope that this is what you had in mind and if not, i hope you enjoyed still! pls forgive me for the delay! i hope all is well!

#star wars #star wars imagines #the bad batch #tbb imagine #sergeant hunter #wrecker #tech #omega #echo #bad batch imagines #bad batch x reader

[venusacrossthestars]

howdy!! can i request anything fluffy involving tbb echo x reader? 🥺

Fluffly Echo Headcanons

A/N: I LIVE..... but like seriously I am alive and I plan to make writers block my little bitch

-Echo was a hopeless romantic both before and after the Citadel 

-first it was Fives who made constant fun of him for it

-then it was the entire Batch

-well maybe minus Hunter because he too is a hopeless romantic

-however that never stopped him from being affectionate with you 

-so when the batch landed on a desolate planet he jumped at the opportunity to take you on a little picnic 

-Echo is totally the mom of the group so this was going to be hands down the best, cutest, and most well stocked picnic you’ve ever been on

-Water canteen- Check 

-Blanket- Check

-Plates- Check

-Your favorite foods (no matter how hard they were to find, Echo always did the most for you)- Check 

-however Echo is terrible at keeping surprises, so he enlisted the batches help, well mostly Omegas, he noticed you had a hard time telling the little blonde no

-Omega was eager to please

-and to help Echo and his hopeless romantic tendency’s was a dream come true

-so she responded to Echo’s request with a simple coo of “Ooooo how romantic”

-So with Omega keeping you occupied Echo carefully set up the blanket, plates, lanterns, the whole nine yards for your little surprise date

-So after a few hours of being aimlessly led around by Omega, Echo came and fetched you. 

-With a gentle hand Echo led you through the planets terrain 

-The spot he picked left you breathless 

-The spot was near a creek that happened to look over a field of the planets natural fauna 

-“Do you like it?”

-“Oh Echo it’s perfect.” 

-The two of you ate in silence just enjoying one another's presence, seeing that peace and quiet was all too rare nowadays 

-As the planets suns set the temperature drop Echo took the blanket the two of you were using yo now wrap it around your joined frame

-“Look,” Echo whispered in your ear while pointing to the sky. 

-Shifting your attention to the sky above meteors flew above cascading the night sky in bright streaks of white, yellow, pink, and blue light. 

-“Tech mentioned something in passing about the meteor shower, so I thought it be the perfect chance to steal you away for the night” Echo sheepishly admits 

-Turning to face the man behind you, you gently cup his cheeks, “Oh Echo I love it.”

-“I love you” 

-“I love you more,” you admit placing a sweet liss on his lips to seal the night. 

#star wars imagine #tbb imagine #tbb echo x reader #echo x reader #tbb echo #echo imagine #tbb x reader #tbb x you #the bad batch x reader

[kingfisheress]

Am I the only one who would have love to know what Cid’s name for Crosshair would have been?

I mean just imagine he had met her, I believe those two would have smacked each other around verbally 🥲

Or when Phee met the Batch, what would she say to him? This one looks grumpy? This one’s also got a face tattoo? 😂

#tbb #tbb headcanons #tbb imagine #tbb crosshair #tbb cid #tbb phee #questions #the bad batch #star wars

[foxigemini]

may i please request bondage smut with crosshair?

Of course you can 👀 I hope you like this 🙏

Celebration

Summary: It's late in the evening and Crosshair comes home to see you after another successful mission. And Crosshair only celebrate in one way.

Warnings: Smut, Bondage, Oral sex, Unprotected Sex, Rough Sex, a little bit of fluff.

"Take off your clothes."

Biting down on your lip, you started undressing for him, piece by piece of your clothing falling to the floor until you stood naked before him. Crosshair's eyes roamed your body, and you couldn't help the heat spreading across your face. No matter how often he had seen you naked, he always made you feel like it was the first time.

"Lay down on the bed," he ordered, his voice heavy with lust.

Obeying his order, you made yourself comfortable on the bed. You watched with bated breaths as he opened the nightstand, took out the silk ribbon hidden there and bound your hands together above your head. Your heart pounded in your chest as Crosshair smirked up at you as he placed himself between your legs. Then, you gasped, feeling the pad of his fingers between your thighs, probing your folds apart.

Crosshair took two fingers, spreading your pussy lips open, eyes darkening at the sight of your slick folds.

"Kriff, your pussy is perfect," you heard him mumble and moaned when you felt his tongue flick across your clit.

Crosshair sucked your clit hard between his lips before he slid his tongue down between your butt cheeks and back up, lapping up every drop of your juices along the way. You moaned, face flushed with arousal and embarrassment at how absolutely filthy he was.

"You taste so good," Crosshair breathed and lowered his head again, immediately pushing his tongue inside your pussy as he buried his face between your legs. Moaning, you bucked your hips against his face as you watched him between your thighs.

Crosshair massaged each side of your clit with his tongue, before sucking it hard between his lips and pushing his fingers deeper inside of you. Your pussy was so soaked, there was zero resistance and you eagerly swallowed his fingers. Crosshair pounded them deep and hard inside of you, pushing on your G-spot. Your hips lifted off the bed on their own, as you ground your pussy hard against his face. You felt your orgasm building, getting stronger and stronger.

"You're gonna make me come...," you gasped. "Please don't stop."

Crosshair growled against your pussy after hearing you, and while never letting his lips lose grip on your clit, he started finger fucking you as hard as he could. Each thrust sent a jolt through your body, causing your thighs to quiver and your core to clench.

"Oh maker, I'm gonna come!"

You felt the heat rise inside you, your breathing heavy and fast as you tugged on the restraints, yearning to grab and hold his head in place. You felt your body tense up, and before you knew it, you were completely lost.

"I'm coming!" You felt your entire body shake as you completely drenched his hand and face. Crosshair didn't stop until he felt your body go limp. Swiftly, he removed his fingers and replaced them with his cock. Your eyes flew open in surprise, both at the sudden intrusion and that he'd managed to open his pants so quickly. Crosshair looked down at you with a stern face, his jaw clenching as he grabbed your ankles and spread your legs wide as he started pounding into you.

"Fuck!" you cried out, earning a small smirk from the clone. He was relentless, showing the strength of his stamina as he kept thrusting into you at a rapid pace.

"Are you going to come for me again?" he rasped through his thrusts.

"Y-Yes," you gasped out between moans, arching your back as pleasure rose in your core and you tugged on your restraints once more.

"Then come for me, darling. Come now."

His words combined with the deep and hard thrusts of his cock were enough for you to spiral over the edge. You cried out, your legs started shaking in his grip, your hips rising against him as your pussy tightened and spasmed around his cock.

Crosshair grunted at the feeling of your clenching pussy and he came, thrusting into you as he filled you up with his seed.

Crosshair watched with pride as an exhausted and satisfied smile spread across your lips. To think that he, of all people, could make you feel so good. As he slipped out of you, he tucked himself back inside his pants and untied your wrist.

"You okay?" he asked, watching your face as you lay there with closed eyes.

"Mmhhmm," you mumbled tiredly. Opening your eyes, you smiled and reached out your hand to him. "Please, stay with me tonight."

Clenching his jaw, Crosshair seemed to discuss with himself what to do before he finally started taking off his armor. What was the harm in staying here with you for one night?

Dressed in only his underwear, you watched as Crosshair crawled into the bed with you and smiled as you snuggled up against his chest.

Crosshair tensed as you wrapped your arms around his waist and pressed your body against his. He looked down at you, watching the content expression on your face as you closed your eyes and nestled closer to him, and felt himself soften. Slipping his arm around you, he placed his hand on the soft skin of your hip and allowed himself to close his eyes and relax in the warm embrace of your body.

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[spinningwebsandtales]

Imagine Staying Up With Hunter When He Can’t Sleep

Slight Hunter X FemReader

Rating: T

Warnings: Star Wars themed swear words, mentions of war and death, reader really just wants to shoot something

Word Count: 1.6k

(A/N:) I am so glad that Bad Batch is back! Though I am going through some MAJOR Hunter withdrawals right now! So I’ve been wanting to write this but I had to get a request done before I wrote what I wanted to! I am really proud of how this turned out and it is way longer than I thought it was going to be! So far I’m really enjoying this new season and I can’t wait to see what it holds! But hopefully this fic helps out my fellow Hunter fangirls! Maybe we’ll see him tomorrow! Until next time happy reading! ~Countess

As a sniper that served on a few missions for the Grand Army of the Republic you were no stranger to clones. You even had saved a few the times you were hired out to snipe a few droids or a warlord that was too stubborn to die via normal occupation. You got the job done and then disappeared until they needed you again. But now as the Republic had fallen and no longer existed, you found yourself hunted by the new found Empire. So you turned to the one person you could trust in this time of chaos, Cid. You had ran a few smuggling missions with her at times, so you had gained the Trandoshan’s trust and respect quickly. You were a crack shot and you didn’t make a habit of missing your targets. You weren’t afraid of getting your hands dirty either as the galaxy had been cruel to you from a young age. You had to fight to survive and it made you the sniper you are today. So when Cid called you in for a particularly nasty and tough mission you were shocked to find a group of clones standing before her desk. Though you could tell immediately that these peculiar looking fellows weren’t the average Jangos the Kaminoians pushed out of the growth tubes.

An unknown interested party had come to Cid with information and a large sum of credits. According to the resources the Empire was excavating the last remaining Kyber Crystals on Jedah and the interested party was willing to pay a handsome sum for as many of these sacred crystals Cid’s best team could get their hands on. Cid didn’t ask questions, especially when the shadowy figure slid half the payment forward with no questions asked, that’s when she called you. Her best team she worried was not enough and they needed eyes that could watch their backs on the Empire infested moon. You agreed when you saw how much your cut was going to be and true to fashion Cid paid you half upfront. She knew how you ran your operation and that you wouldn’t leave until the mission was complete or or you were dead. She liked that about you.

Now as the weeks had passed, the job was becoming more and more frustrating. Just getting close to the mines was becoming a problem and you were about ready to start killing everyone who got in the way. The only thing keeping you from going berserk is the new friends you had made in this little ragtag group that called themselves The Bad Batch. Tech didn’t waste time telling you how they were defective clones with desirable glitches and after that explanation you weren’t paying much attention to the creation of clones he deemed worthy to tell you. You liked little information that told big stories, more than that and it was just about certain that you would shoot whatever annoyed you just to get it to shut up. That’s how the Republic knew to keep protocol droids out of your way. But when it came to Tech you just ignored him and kept your itchy trigger finger at bay. The nights of Jedha were colder than during the day, though the permanent winter of the moon was seeping into your joints and making it difficult to sleep. The other clones didn’t seem to be having the same problem and compared to you, were wells of patience. The surrounding trees had suffered through most of your pent up frustrations sporting blaster burns and holes from silenced blaster rifle shots as it was better than shooting something alive. As the time passed it was time to get some sleep and try again tomorrow. Wrecker was given the first watch as everyone bedded down to get whatever rest that being on such a dangerous mission could give. It didn’t take long for you to fall into an uneasy sleep, but hours later you were awoken by the loud snores of Wrecker. He laid close to where you were sleeping on the Marauder shaking the very ship with the volume that came from his mouth. You sighed deciding whether to smother him or go ahead and get up. You decided on just getting up, you had grown to care about the big lug though his sleeping habits left much to be desired. If he was asleep someone else had to be keeping watch. The ramp was only halfway up and you peeked around to see Hunter sitting outside around a lantern trying to keep a watchful eye out for any intruders. 

Hunter had explained about his “defect”. Having heightened senses had to be a pain, especially when it was time to rest or want to concentrate. You could only imagine the stress it had to cause Hunter at times. Though he probably relieved Wrecker telling him he just wasn’t sleepy, but you could tell differently. Hunter flinched when a chirping bug got too close to the lantern and you knew he couldn’t sleep because he was overwhelmed by the outside noise. As quiet as possible you dug a couple packets of instant caf out of your supply pack and heated water in two cups. Shaking in the powdered drink from the packets you stirred them a little and let the ramp down. Hunter watched curiously as you walked towards him, avoiding any sticks that would make a loud noise.

“Can’t sleep,” you asked quietly.

“Something like that,” he answered. While Cid trusted you, Hunter still had his doubts. It wasn’t that he thought you were an enemy he just had a hard time opening his circle up to anyone outside his brothers and Omega.

“Must be hard,” you replied close enough now to offer him the cup you made him. “I can’t imagine hearing every little sound or smelling everything. Sorry it’s instant caf but I made you a cup. I’d normally say if you can’t sleep you can at least enjoy some caf but it’s instant. Try not to puke.”

Hunter chuckled. “Thanks. It can be rough at times,” he admitted while taking the cup from your hand. “But I’ve grown used to it after all these years.”

“Apparently not since you’re out here in the kriffing cold when you could be lulled to sleep by the sweet sounds of Wrecker peeling the ship’s paint with his snores.”

“Snored ever since he was little,” Hunter outed his brother and you laughed. “Enjoying Jedah so far?”

“Kriff no! I haven’t been around so much mumbo jumbo in my life! If one more person says that I need spiritual guidance I may have to shoot them just to make myself feel better.” Your huffy tone gave away how frustrated you felt at this mission.

Hunter looked away twirling the dark liquid in the cup, “Do you believe in the Force?”

You sighed finally sitting down and propping yourself up against a tree, “Yeah. But I’m not some religious nut about it. I worked for the Jedi. Dank ferrik those were the days. Everything was simpler then. I made good money, got to enjoy it without somebody trying to kill me, and when it was time I did it again.”

“Yeah. Life isn’t so cut and dry now,” Hunter agreed taking a drink and grimacing. “Being a soldier was easier.”

“Yeah the instant stuff tastes like bantha fodder but finding the real caf is hard to come by, especially when you have to stay on the run like me now,” you took a drink yourself. “But Hunter I can see what you’re talking about. You were raised to be this perfect soldier who follows all the orders. Yeah you don’t know where you’re going in the galaxy and your brother is lost to you right now. But you are way better off than your brothers are that stayed.”

“Crosshair will come around,” Hunter sounded so sure.

You really hoped for the sake of his brothers that Hunter was correct. You might have just met them those few weeks ago in Cid’s office, but you had come to care about them and learn about their lives.

“I hope so for the idiot’s sake,” you nodded. “Bet I can outshoot him though.”

Hunter looked back up from the lantern taking in your smug expression. Hunter didn’t know many snipers and he had gotten to see you in action a few times already before the big fireworks started and he did have to admit that you could give his silver haired brother a run for his money.

“It definitely would be the shootout for the ages,” Hunter replied. While he couldn’t sleep due to his senses going off the deep end, in your presence he found himself beginning to relax and his senses calming. He hadn’t had many friends outside of his brothers and it was difficult for him to trust easily but the more time that passed he found himself being drawn towards you. He could also tell that you felt the same way as your heart would begin to race a little faster if he got close to you in the cramped ship. You had a steady sense of purpose that he could trust with his life and he could tell that despite your rough ways you were a caring person. You would protect him and his brothers with your very life and skills you had gained over the years. When the caf was gone and the buzz of it flowing through both your veins you both spent the rest of the night talking while the others slept. Learning about one another and becoming ever closer in a galaxy that was shifting and changing every rotation.

#Hunter X Reader #Hunter / Reader #The Bad Batch #TBB #Hunter Imagine #The Bad Batch Imagine #TBB Imagine #Imagine #Hunter #Not My Gif #My Writing

[rainydaydream-gal18]

(Bad Batch) Wrecker x Reader: The Gift

Word Count: 1,178

Warnings: Fluff, pining

Author's note: This one goes out to the Wrecker girlies!!! And anyone else who could use some Wrecker content.

You clutched the folded-up cloth tighter in your hand, waiting at the bottom of the steps for a certain Bad Batcher to come walking by after dinner.  As you waited, you were granted the soothing pleasure of watching the sky turn all sorts of vibrant shades as the sun began to dip below the horizon.  The air was still warm: the evening chill hadn’t begun to set yet. You leaned over the stone wall to peer down at how the ocean shone with reflections of the sky.

With the return of Crosshair, and the whole squad safe and sound- not to mention happy- Pabu was starting to feel like home to you.  The peaceful days that passed were precious to you. You treasured each moment you spent with the squad, and it shed a new light on a particular someone.

Afternoons were spent sitting side-by-side on the docks with him, fishing in the sun. You both helped out with different projects around the community, and when you did take breaks, you took them together.  Sometimes the two of you would dig into a picnic basket that you’d packed for lunch, or take a dip in the crystal waters, or just sit in the sand talking and joking around.

You found yourself hardly anywhere but at his side, and him at yours.  It felt like the most natural thing in the world.  Wrecker always had a warmth about him that you liked.  You always thought he was handsome, and you couldn’t deny that you felt your face heat up and heart pound anytime he was near… But there was hardly time to explore that.  The squad had been on the run for so long, and you were always worried about the dynamic that these feelings would bring to the team.

This time on Pabu gave you the chance to simply be with him.  To exist together. To find out more about not only him, but yourself.  It was all new to you.  Life was simple there, happy, and for a short while you could forget about the insanity that had taken over the rest of the Galaxy.  You could forget about the danger that the squad was truly in.

The familiar gaits of your squad were coming down the steps.  You turned around, keeping the folded item behind your back.  Hunter, Crosshair, Wrecker and Omega were making their descent, all with smiles on their faces after a filling dinner.  Hunter paused in front of you first, giving you a curious look.

“You good?” he asked.  To be fair, you had left dinner early.  You’d mustered up the courage to grab the gift from your quarters and wait for the opportunity to give it to its intended recipient.

“Yeah, thank you.”

Crosshair chewed on a toothpick, passing by you with a simple nod in your direction.  It was brief but sincere. Omega was at his heels with Wrecker beside her, and the two of them beamed when they saw you.

“Hey, ______,” she greeted.

“Hey!  Missed you at dinner!” Wrecker said.  He gave you a nudge.  “Everything okay?”

“Yeah…Actually, could I have a moment with you?”

“You can have as many as you’d like!” he chuckled.  Omega already knew about the gift, since you’d given her one not too long ago.  She gave you a knowing look, waving at you both kindly, as she continued on her way to catch up with Hunter and Crosshair.

“What’s up?” Wrecker asked 

You hesitated, suddenly feeling shy as you had his full attention.  “I got you something. I don’t know, it might be a little silly…but, here.”  You held out the item, embarrassment and excitement wrestling inside you.  Wrecker unfolded and held it up to get a better look.

“Aww, it’s Lula!” he exclaimed, turning the shirt around.  “How-?  Where’d you get this?”

“There’s a shop on the lower levels that prints designs on T-shirts,” you explained happily.  “Omega and I drew one up for you.  She had one made that was similar.”

Wrecker grinned at you.  “It’s the best shirt ever!”  He moved forward to wrap his arms around you, giving you a tight squeeze that made you laugh.  “Thank you!”  You wrapped your arms around his neck and hugged him back, so relieved that he liked the present.  It felt like he might never let you go, but then the embrace did come to an end.  You felt his cheek brush against yours briefly as he carefully put you back down.  “So, uh, what’s the occasion?”

He looked a little nervous, like perhaps he had forgotten an important day.

“It’s just because,” you said.  “I appreciate your friendship.  You’re so fun, and thoughtful, and I really like our talks.”

His eyes softened as he listened to your words, regarding you with a tenderness that you saw in him often.  Wrecker gave a quiet chuckle.  “I like spending time with you too,” he said.  It appeared as if he wanted to say more, but no words came.  He simply gazed back at you in this way, and you found yourself unsure of what to say next.

“Uh, anyway…” You ran a hand over the stone railing beside you idly.  “I have some errands to run before dark.  I’ll see you around.”

“Need any help?”

You shook your head, smiling in appreciation of his offer.  “It’s alright, nothing major.  Thank you though, Wreck.”

“Sure, sure.” He rubbed the back of his neck and watched you take the next stairway towards the market.  

Wrecker looked back down at the shirt after you left, running his thumbs over the soft material.  He couldn’t wait to wear it the next time the two of you hung out.  He headed back to where his squad had gone, finding just Hunter and Crosshair seated in a common area with a bonfire going.  Omega appeared to have already gone to bed for the night.

Crosshair was the first to notice what was in Wrecker’s hand.  “What’s that? A gift?” There was no mistaking the subtle teasing in his tone.

“Uh, yeah.”  Wrecker took a seat.  “She got one for Omega too.”

“That doesn’t negate the fact,” Hunter said with the hint of a smile.

Wrecker looked at him.  “What fact?”

“The fact that the girl is crazy for you,” Crosshair replied with the roll of his eyes, irritated that his brother was obviously feigning obliviousness.  He wasn’t about to let his sibling off that easily.  “And you are for her.  So, what’s the hold up?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Wrecker grumbled, folding his arms in a stubborn sort of gesture.  “There’s no hold up.”

Hunter and Crosshair exchanged looks, both raising a brow, but said no more on the matter.  Wrecker leaned back to watch the bonfire while these things went through his mind.

Of course he felt that way about you.  Of course he’d wanted to bring it up for ages, but it never seemed to be quite the right time, so he just carried on as usual. 

Maybe it was time to change that.

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[angelltheninth]

The Bad Batch Dating a Medic

Pairing: Hunter, Crosshair, Wrecker, Tech, Echo x Reader

Tags: fluff, established relationship, flirting on the battlefield, injuries, recovery, soothing kisses

A/N: I'm not ready for TBB to end!

Hunter is the one who gets hurt most often. Taking risks is part of being a leader so you're know that when he goes on a mission he's coming back with something that needs to be taken a look at. While he is used to the pain he does still feel it, most of the time it's caused by his own stunts so he doesn't blame anyone for it.

"I disagree, if I stay behind that means more of my brothers could get hurt. That's gonna make more work for you too. Then who's gonna spend time by my bedside telling me to stay down? No, it does have to be you, I won't listen otherwise."

Crosshair stays behind to make sure others don't get hurt so in a since your jobs aren't that far apart. He has to watch out for you too, so he likes it when you're by his side. Acts as more of an escort for you when you are in the battlefield, which means he can flirt with you with no one knowing. It's a good job as far as he's concerned.

"Lay low, or do you want to end up on the med table instead? For a medic you seem to have quite the taste for danger. Well you are dating me aren't you, what's that tell you? If you're looking to have your adrenaline spike I can do that after the mission."

Wrecker always goes in fists and blasters first and safety concern dead last. The many scars on his body are proof of his sturdy, hard nature but you don't worry for him any less because of that. Often he acts as a shield for his brothers, the heavy hitter who can take anything. Everything except seeing you upset when you see him hurt.

"I've taken blastershots up-close and lived. Thought that one guy was tryin' to tickle me. Really, it doesn't hurt at all, I swear by my brothers. I'll take it easy for today... if you kiss that spot. Don't they say you medics can heal anything, so why not heal your big guy with a little kiss?"

Tech is rarely the one who gets seriously hurt since he stays at the back of the team. Watches himself and his surrounding carefully so he's not often in the line of fire unless the mission is dire and he needs to step in. Plus he's a great strategist so he tends to look after his brothers a lot. Also enjoys sorting through medical equipment with you.

"Take better care if your things, you can't heal anyone if it's all out of order. If you need a helping hand... ouch! That was quite uncalled for, I was only stating my opinion. My hand will be fine, it's only a little burn, I know you've seen much worse, I've seen much worse."

Echo has already been through many medical procedures so yours aren't a big deal for him. Even when he does get hurt he's sure his body can take it. If you need more detailed medical records for him you know he can get them easily. You do your job well so he never worries when he's in your capable hands. It's actually rather enjoyable to be honest.

"I hope I'm not being a bother to you, there's many more soldiers to see. If you want I can stay here for a while, offer up some insight. We can go grab a drink after you're done. To help take your mind off work. Yeah, and mine too. I suppose, we can both use a break."

#the bad batch #the bad batch x reader #hunter x reader #crosshair x reader #wrecker x reader #tech x reader #echo x reader #the bad batch imagine #the bad batch headcanons #the bad batch fluff #star wars x reader #star wars imagine #star wars headcanons #star wars fluff #tbb x reader #tbb imagine #tbb headcanons #tbb fluff

[imaginesfordifferentfandoms]

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Prompt - "I didn't know where else to go."

Things had been bad for a while. 

You’d noticed things within the Order had started turning, noticed the Master’s had started turning a blind eye to things they usually would never have let pass. The war had dragged on for years, everyone was tired, everyone felt older than their age. 

You knew things were bad, knew supplies must have been stretched thin, when you were sent on your own mission. You were still only a Padawan, granted you probably should have transitioned into Knighthood by now but with the war that was the last thing on anybody’s mind, but you were still a Padawan. 

You shouldn’t have been leading a battalion. 

It was bad enough being entrusted with the lives of all these men, each of them looking to you for answers you didn’t have. You couldn’t contact your own Master, he was far away on another planet leading his own men. 

You were on your own. 

The battle was bad. It was a bloodbath. You had barely come out of it with your life, four days fighting non stop only to come out without a victory and with the lives of many men on your shoulders. 

The only reason you had come out alive is because you called so strongly upon the Force you were certain you’d touched the Dark Side. You could still feel it thick in your veins but by the end of four days you were too tired to care. 

You sat on your bunk on the way back to Coruscant, feeling numb. There were no words to make it better, nothing you said could comfort the remaining men on the ship. You’d already been called to the meeting room, expected to fill the Council in once you arrived.

You weren’t exactly thrilled to be going before the Council. You could still feel the dirt on your clothes, the blood on your face, aches spread throughout your whole body and you were pretty sure you needed to see a medic but you were so numb to everything that it didn’t matter. 

Eventually the ship landed, you stayed on your bunk for a long time before you managed to pull your tired body up, somehow forcing one foot in front of the other until you found yourself in the middle of the Council room. 

Master Yoda had been talking for some time, filling the other members in on your mission and informing them that he felt a disturbance in the Force. 

“The Dark Side, did you touch?” Master Yoda finally addressed you. 

It took you a moment longer than it should have to realise the attention was fully on you and you managed to shake yourself back to reality, looking around the room to see the majority of the Master’s looking at you with mistrust and disgust. You couldn’t help the stinging in your eyes when you saw your Master’s seat was empty. 

“Yes.” You forced the word out, too exhausted to care anymore. 

Master Yoda started talking again but you drowned him and the other Master’s out as they began to discuss your fate. You wanted to care what became of you, any other time you’d have fought hard to be heard but the war had drained you, you hadn’t seen your Master in so long, hadn’t trained properly in years, there was no community among the Jedi any more, your friends were scattered across the galaxy and you hardly had anyone to confide in anymore. 

You couldn’t help but smile, a weak, barely there tug of the lip as you thought about the few people you did truly have in the galaxy. 

Clone Force 99. 

They had been brought in on plenty of your Master’s missions and you had been excited to meet them, back before the war had drained everything from you. Wrecker had been the easiest to get along with, especially once he saw your knack for blowing things up. Wrecker was the best to go to when you needed cheering up, when you needed someone to shoulder the weight on your back with you. 

Hunter and you worked well together. It might have taken him a second to warm up to you, to welcome you as one of his but once he had, stars help anyone who tried to hurt you. You gravitated toward Hunter when you needed advice, when you needed to vent, when you needed someone to ground you. Hunter felt like everything your Master used to be, back when you were a child, back before the war became the only thing that mattered. 

Tech had taken the longest to warm up to you. You hadn’t minded though, you understood that their whole lives had been just them, the regs didn’t exactly treat them well. Letting somebody else in for somebody like Tech was a big step. You’d manage to earn his trust though, letting him ramble on about things you didn’t understand, brushing away the others when they told Tech to calm down. You’d let Tech teach you about the ship, about the blasters, about your lightsaber and slowly he let you in, seeking you out on his own and the good thing about Tech was he didn’t expect anything from you. He was content for you to sit and watch him tinker away whilst he filled the silence without needing a reply. 

You loved them, some days they were the only thing that stopped you from going rouge, from leaving the war behind. 

It was Crosshair that kept you going though. Whilst Hunter and Wrecker had warmed up to you easily enough, Crosshair had kept his distance. He’d look at you from across the room with a scowl on his face, he’d grunt at you instead of giving you an actual response and he just about drove you crazy. 

You loved him anyway. 

It had taken you nearly dying for him to admit he didn’t hate you as you’d originally thought, he just hadn’t wanted to like you as much as he did. Crosshair was used to what he had, much like Tech was. He didn’t want to care about somebody else and yet you made it impossible for him not to. 

Once Crosshair finally let himself admit that he liked you it was like something in the galaxy itself shifted. Clone Force 99 was brought onto more and more of your missions and you found yourself staying in the Marauder more than your own quarters. You and Crosshair worked like you’d been working together your whole lives, you didn’t need to talk, able to communicate through looks and work your way through whatever obstacles stood between you and your goal like it was nothing. 

It was only a matter of time before you felt yourself falling from the sniper. 

At first it terrified you, sure you’d looked at people before, could appreciate that they were attractive but you’d never wanted to act on it. Never had to force your eyes away from their lips, fixated on how Crosshair fiddled with the toothpick in his mouth. Never had to snap yourself back into a conversation so much because you were too focused on his hands as he cleaned his weapon. 

Everything about Crosshair was intoxicating, it was consuming. Most days it felt so easy to lay your head on his shoulder, to forget that outside the walls of the Marauder there was a war happening. Most days you could sit at his side, listening to the sound of his voice as you let him lull you to sleep. 

Everything about Crosshair was everything the Jedi Code forbade. 

“Dismissed you are, from the Jedi Order.” Master Yoda’s voice had you flinching out of your thoughts, mouth falling open to protest the sentence only to snap back shut again. 

Did you care enough to fight the punishment? 

What would you do? 

You didn’t argue, didn’t say a word. Some of the Jedi looked sympathetic as you bowed your head before turning from the room, leaving silently. 

You made your way through the Temple, no real destination in mind as you stared ahead. You felt more than realised you were outside when the fresh air hit your face, it was dark out now, you’d been standing before the Council for hours. 

What would you do? 

You didn’t know. You let your feet carry you, not sure where you were heading but knowing you had to get away from the Temple. 

You couldn’t say how long you’d been walking aimlessly for, only that at some point the rain had come flooding down and your feet ached.

Eventually you came to a stop, not even really realising you had for a moment until you blinked back to reality and felt a choked sob escape you at the sight before you, surprised you hadn’t ended up here earlier. You couldn’t blame yourself though, your thoughts weren’t there clearest right now. 

Apparently seeing a familiar sight was enough to send you over the edge, bringing the floodgates down and sending tears down your face. You let yourself stand there, letting your tears mix with the rain still falling heavily from the dark clouds above, just staring at the Marauder and feeling a sense of relief, a sense of finally being home. 

Eventually you forced your fist to knock at the door. 

Crosshair frowned at the sound of a knock, barely audible over the sound of the rain coming down. The others were asleep by now, readying themselves for an early start on yet another mission. 

He waited a moment but curiosity got the better of him and he forced himself up. When the door opened his heart ached at the sight of you, soaked through your clothes and silent sobs wracking your body. 

“I didn’t know where else to go.” You choked out before Crosshair had the chance to ask what had happened. 

He didn’t waste any time stepping out into the rain and wrapping his arm around you, pulling you into the warmth and safety of the Marauder. More sobs escaped you as you entered, being encompassed by the only home you had left. 

“I’ll be back, wait there darling.” Crosshair instructed as he sat you down and you could only nod, watching as he busied himself with making a hot pot of caff before leaving the room.  

Crosshair made his way over to Tech’s things, you were more his size than Crosshair’s but he did stop to grab his own blanket before making his way back to you, snatching a towel from Hunter’s things as he passed. 

“Let’s get you dry.” He murmured, kneeling down next to you and helping you out of your soaked clothes. 

Any other time he would have savoured the feeling of peeling your clothes off but now he was only methodical, trying them to the side and drying your body with the towel before he helped you into Tech’s blacks and wrapped the blanket around you. 

Crosshair stood up, ready to make you a hot cup of caff when he was stopped by your hand gripping his. He looked down at you, hating the lost look on your face.

“What happened?” Crosshair asked, his voice low as he knelt back down in between your knees, taking your other hand in his and looking into your eyes. The question of who did he have to hurt was heard clearly, even if it wasn’t said out loud. 

“They kicked me out of the Order.” You told him quietly, playing with his long fingers as you spoke. “It doesn’t matter, I’m not even upset about it.”

Crosshair gave you a doubtful look and you couldn’t help but laugh, though it sounded more like a sob.  

“I know it doesn’t look that way but…the Order, it’s all I’ve ever known. I don’t know what I am without it. That’s the scary part. I don’t know where I belong.” You confessed, looking away from Crosshair and down at your joined hands. 

“With me.” Crosshair said before he could stop himself but even when the words registered he didn’t take them back. “You belong here. You belong with me.”

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Imagine

Being a jedi stationed on Kamino with Shaak Ti and meeting Omega one day when she sneaks out of the lab…

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[dustysalmon]

Show Me Yours And I'll Show You Mine - Asajj Ventress x Crosshair (Part 2)

AN: For the sake of not having our two protagonists perform public/voyeuristic sex, we’re all going to imagine that the clones were given cozy individual homes on Pabu, and are not all living aboard the same spaceship. Thank you for your understanding!

CW: smut; dom/sub dynamics, angst

Word count: 2.5k ⎮ Read on ao3 ⎮ Part 1

"Love what you’ve done with the place." Ventress says as she scans the area. It is mostly grey, and empty. She can’t muster any other word to better describe the place. Empty shelves, empty closets by the looks of it, blinds shut close. There might have been no one living there, there would be no difference. Crosshair is a soldier, after all; more than that, he’s a clone. Theoretically, they have no use for personal items, family pictures and the likes, although Ventress knows a few specimens who would beg to differ. But probably not Crosshair.

"Have you come here just to taunt me some more?" Ventress’ eyes roll to the back of her head in mild annoyance.

"Quit your whining and sit," she motions to the couch, "I’ll check on you." Crosshair’s eyebrows shoot up briefly. 

"I said I was fine."

"Yes, and we’ve established that you’re a terrible liar. Now go on." He is ready to argue some more, but she offers him the same death stare she threw him earlier, just seconds before having him fall on his backside, and he has no desire for a repeat performance. 

"Good boy." 

Crosshair is very thankful for the small amount of light that the closed blinds allow in, because he can feel a hot blush running all the way from his cheeks to his neck. Miraculously, it appears Ventress hasn’t noticed. Kriffing hells, when did he ever let anyone under his skin like that. Dragging his feet, he walks to the couch. And waits. The irritation on her face brings him an inexplicable amount of joy, and a small smirk pulls lightly at his lips. It’s not often he gets to have the upper hand with this one, he will enjoy life’s little pleasures for as long as he can. Eventually, recognising that the enjoyment might hold up to getting his shit rocked for a third time, he lifts up his shirt. Ventress is so surprised that the man is actually capable of pulling a smile that she doesn’t even seem bothered by the whole thing. She simply takes a seat next to him on the couch.

"You froze."

"Excuse me?" He stops his movements, knowing precisely what she is referring to.

"While we were fighting. You had a clear opening," she says matter of factly, "and then you froze." There’s an indescribable expression painting his face, along with a certain darkness, as if he shut down completely. Suddenly he is very conscious of his unstable hand holding his shirt. If it wasn’t currently gripping the fabric so tight, he knows it would waver. 

"I don’t want to talk about it." He says in a low tone. Now, Ventress might be a big tease when she wants to, but she also knows how to read the room. She nods and focuses back on the newly revealed expanse skin. 

The scars on his body are not shocking to her, she has seen her fair share of violence and knows what war does to someone, both physically and mentally. It is more the amount and nature of his scars that baffle her. A lot of them are clearly from old battles, some blasters burns, a few cuts here and there, white criss crosses on his darker skin. Clearly the man has deviated from his initial sharp shooting duties more than once. Ventress can see the bruises of her own making, those will go away in a few days. A particular scar catches her attention. It’s not a wound one earns on the battlefield, that much is clear. This one is clean, surgical even, as if— yes, he was deliberately sliced open. Mechanically, Ventress lifts up the shirt to his upper torso, to reveal the gash in its entirety, running from navel to collarbone. She traces along the abused skin with one delicate finger, and feels him tremble under her touch. Ventress has heard all about the Empire test subjects, the pseudo scientific experiment on aliens, humans, she can only imagine what is done to very expendable clones. She looks up to find his light brown eyes already fixed on her, silently begging her not to ask. 

It has been years since Crosshair has been touched, well, touched that way at least, with care, and no desire to harm. Quite different from the Empire’s claws digging into him the past few weeks, and throughout his life-time really. Property since before he was even created, thrown from one battle to another as a soldier, then from one cell to an operating chamber, and back to another cell after having been declared a traitor to the Empire. 

It’s funny, he doesn’t recall having any particular reaction to Ventress grabbing at him and very much touching him earlier. This is oh so deliciously foreign, it burns him, and he wants more. He wants her to make it all go away, the pain, the memories of his cold and dark room back on Tantiss. He wants the warmth of her presence surrounding him, cradling him to sleep like a little boy. He must not get used to this, he knows that, but blast it, she is making it damn difficult. It’s not simply her touch, though, she is doing something with her hands, with her mind, he realises as a wave of calm runs through him. He feels his entire body relax, his breathing slowing down. He couldn’t explain or describe it, the only thing he is certain of at the moment is that he doesn’t want it to go away. 

Halas, nothing lasts forever, that is especially true of the good things, and Crosshair feels her hand slip away. Only for Ventress to reach up and cup his jaw affectionately. He leans into it so easily and instantly, like a well-domesticated loth cat. Without a word, Ventress glides her fingertips over his mouth, grazing the surface of his now half parted lips before slipping her thumb inside slowly. Their eyes meet as he sticks out his tongue, swirling it lasciviously around her digit and sucking it back into his mouth. They keep this little game up for a few minutes, her thrusting in and out, sometimes switching to her middle and pointer finger while telling him how much of a good boy he is; him taking it all, occasionally humming and moaning with his mouth full.

Ventress straddles him effortlessly, elegantly even, as she seems to do with everything else, pulling his shirt up and off in the same motion. She reaches unceremoniously into his pants and boxers to find his hardening cock, and he gasps as she closes her fist around the velvet and warm skin. In no time, he is melting in her hands, his breathing ragged and eyes shut close as he tries not to explode right here and there. 

"Look at me." A simple command, softly spoken yet he cannot ignore it, not with her intense gaze pinning him down, holding him there. She starts grinding herself against him, because there is no world in which he gets to have all the fun— all the while unfastening her shoulder straps and pulling her shirt and brassiere over her head. Crosshair is utterly transfixed, he is no virgin but it has been a while, and the sight of her rocking against him causes his brain to nearly short-circuit. Soon, he feels her hands at the back of his head, pulling him in, and before he knows it, his lips are wrapped around her nipple, licking and sucking tenderly on the sensitive flesh. Finally something to distract him from the fact that he has never been this hard in his entire life, and that he was seconds away from finishing before having truly started anything. It’s her turn to moan, and he’s not one to brag but he enjoys small victories. Most of all, he enjoys the flurry of praises that escape her lips, affections are so foreign to him, so rare, he had forgotten what it feels like to be handled so delicately, to be touched that way, coaxed into pleasure. 

He releases her nipple and looks up at her, awaiting for her queue as to what is next, and to his surprise, she grabs his face and kisses him. It is hungry, messy, and deliciously addictive,  having her tongue clashing against his while she is clawing at his back. He had wondered about that, kissing her, wondered if it was out of bounds, too intimate, something exclusively reserved for long-time lovers. He doesn’t know much about romance but he can definitely see why people are so tipsy about those things. For the moment, he is just glad that she took the initiative, she has been so very good at that so far. 

They are both breathless by the time they finally part, chest heaving and drops of sweat trickling slowly between their bodies.

"Bed?" Ventress presses, only mildly disappointed in her lack of self-control.

"Yes, ma’am." Crosshair breathes, placing his hands under her thighs and standing from the couch as Ventress secures her strong legs around his hips.

Somehow he’s the one ending up with his back on the mattress, in the meantime, Ventress has already ridded herself of the remaining of her clothes and makes quick work of his. There’s no warning, no preamble when she grips his cock and sinks down on it in a single motion, filling herself to the brim, and he can’t say he recognises the sound that emerges from deep within his chest, something between an ecstatic moan and an panicked howl. It has been a while indeed. It doesn’t help that Ventress sets a vicious rhythm, riding him like a race varactyl on Utapau. Multiple times over, Crosshair attempts to regain control, to set his own pace, but she is absolutely relentless, unyielding. He should have known. 

She shoves him back onto the mattress at each of his attempts to straighten up, hands on his slick chest before finally pinning both his wrists on each side of his head while she keeps moving her hips back and forth at a nearly violent pace. He matches her thrust for thrust, jutting his pelvis up into her as deep as she will let him. Again, it’s a battle he will probably lose, but he is fine with that and decides to give it his all regardless. His resolve finally snaps when Ventress starts to clench around him, gripping his cock like a tight fist, and milking him from the inside. His orgasm overtakes him like a thunderstorm on Kamino, waves after waves of raw pleasure course through him. It is quite special sight, Ventress thinks, seeing this usually stoic clone utterly losing his composure, mumbling unintelligible curses while she is very much still fucking him through his climax to throw herself over the edge too. It doesn’t take long for her to collapse next to him, her chest heaving, and a satisfied smile on her face. 

They lay side by side in the afterglow, Crosshair occasionally brushes a strand of her short hair away from her face, his fingertips lingering on her bone white skin. He is quite easy on the eyes, Ventress thinks, with his sharp cheekbones and features, his beautiful brown eyes, his rough exterior that she now knows conceals a vulnerable being, unique, and capable of so much more than what he was initially created for. She runs the back of her hand against the stubble on his cheeks, enjoying the little tingles it procures on her skin.

"Want me to get out of your hair?" Ventress asks, not particularly eager to retreat to her smaller, and rustic accommodation. 

Crosshair works some saliva into his mouth, "You don’t have to go if you don’t want to," he says, lowering his eyes somewhere on the covers.

"I’m asking you. What do you want?" He knows exactly what she is trying to achieve here, if her wicked little smirk is any indication. All things considered, she has seen him come undone just a couple of minutes ago. Admitting that yes, actually, he enjoys the intimacy doesn’t make him weak, it makes him real. There’s no need to keep up appearances, not with her. 

"I want…" Crosshair meets her eyes once more. "I wouldn’t mind if you stayed."

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[multifandomwritings]

Tech and a shy reader please 🥰💭

This is just a short little something, I hope you like it though :)

The Bad Batch | Tech with a shy S/O

Tech isn't really the most outgoing person himself, so you might think it would take a while for the two of you to open up to each other and start something. But honestly you'd probably get along better for that reason

Chances are if you're more on the quiet side you'd only catch his attention more honestly

Like he'd want to get to know more about you. And if you're more on the quiet side? Then he can go on about things and you'll actually listen to him, which would make him so happy

But seriously he's so curious by nature and wants to know stuff. So when you caught his eye, of course he'd want to know more about you. And you being more shy/reserved would only serve as a challenge to him. You'd drive him crazy in the best way possible because he'd be thinking of you all the time, wanting to get to know you better

Would find your shyness so cute though, and honestly, you'd bring that side of him out more

He'd be so hellbent on impressing you and making a good impression at first that he'd clam up easily around you

And would easily go red at your slightest interactions :>

Especially as you started opening up to him. He would be the quiet one, suddenly going very tight lipped as he listened to anything you had to say carefully

And omg. If you were listening to him all careful and wide-eyed and curious? He would be going and when suddenly he'd be overly self aware as you stared and listened and would go so pink and would lose his train of thought

Anytime he got a laugh or smile out of you he'd have to hold back so much joy. You'd make his heart race so much

And if you were shy /because/ of him?? Like if he complimented you or got close or touched you in passing and you got visibly flustered and quiet?? He can't cope

Would find you so sweet overall and would be protective of you in his own way too

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