So I’m hella excited over the third season coming I just pray we get some more of Din’s feelings about his past, so I finally drew this little thing I’ve been thinking about for a while ;v;
I firmly believe wearing a helmet for your whole life is no reason to not style yourself like you want, so let Din have a mustage if he wants™!, but also I like to think he looks at himself on the mirror and can’t help but think of his dad :’) so he keeps the mustage.
Also pls let Din adopt Grogu and show him his face when they’re alone!!!!
The Bad Batch+Rex Headcannons - Dating a short/small s/o
content: some slight nfsw, it's a little spicy is all im saying.
i feel quite obligated to write this as i am 4’11 and cannot imagine how funny i would look next to literally ANYONE in sw, and since my favorite boys atm are fucking giants compared to me i thought I would write about the bad batch+rex with a short/small s/o! enjoy lovely people
P.S. i don’t write for hunter+echo as much, so i don’t feel very confident in their parts, but i tried my best and made sure it was as in character as possible. But if its ooc, im sorry :(
THIS FIC CONTAINS MILD NSFW CONTENT. IF YOU ARE NOT 15+ DNI
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Hunter
Despite being the only one out of clone force 99 who’s the average clone trooper height, he still is immensely taller (and broader, to be frank, excluding that little slutty waist) compared to you.
It strokes his ego quite a bit
Maybe a bit more if you like to point it out.
It ties into any sort of praise you shower onto him, really. If you tell him all about how tall and big and strong he is, you’re practically begging for him to pounce on you.
Hunter’s just whipped for you like that.
Despite that, he finds your height to be really cute.
It’s not everything he likes about you, of course, but it just ties it all in; it's just an aspect he adores sometimes.
He tries not to do it anymore because he wants to be helpful, but occasionally he’ll sit back and watch you struggle to reach something high up. The grin that spreads across his face could lift the entire galaxy’s spirits.
If you realize, you put a hand on your hip and pout.
“Really?”
He hides his red face and shakes his head.
“I’m sorry, mesh’la. You just looked so cute.”
When you huff again he reaches for the object you were trying to reach and hands it to you like it was a delicacy on a silver platter.
Whenever you're in a position like that, where your chests almost touched and he looked down at you, you enjoyed going on your tip toes and pecking his chin affectionately.
“I’m adorable, aren’t I?”
Tech
At first, even as you start a relationship with him, it is simply an objective fact about you.
He’ll make slightly offhanded comments about it, but you know he doesn't mean any harm when he says them.
“I should probably handle this instead since it would be easier for me to complete. Considering our heights.”
“Please don’t climb over the shelves, dear. You might hurt yourself.”
Eventually, the comments stop, you don’t really know why.
You do realize though he will always offer help in a situation where you are vertically challenged and his comments aren’t meant to be demeaning.
The height difference between you two, however, shifts from a focus on your height to his.
Tech knew that you gained a sense of enjoyment from the contrast in appearance, but didn’t realize how much you liked it.
And you liked it a lot.
Something about Tech completely towering over you while ever so slightly asserting his intellectual superiority rubs you in all the right places.
You tell him about it, and he tries his best to nod it off. Emphasis on tries.
He subconsciously begins trying to catch you in positions where he’s physically overwhelming; dwarfing your body into his and enveloping you into him wholly.
He doesn't notice hes doing it, but you do; oh you do.
You won't point it out. Both of you get off on his little power trips.
Wrecker
Let’s be real, this man has a raging size kink.
Of course, even if you’re average height or above, you’re minuscule compared to Wrecker. But man, if you’re short, petite, etc.? Wrecker is GONE. Deceased. Done.
He simply will never be able to get over how cute you are.
And maybe you feed into it as well.
Call him ‘big guy’ or give him that doe-eyed look like you’re in awe of a giant overtop you and you won’t walk for the next week.
He gets just a tad bit feral.
Sometimes, he finds it more comedic.
Like when you topple over trying to reach something on a high-up shelf.
You’ve become quite embarrassed about always needing assistance from Wrecker, especially because of all the teasing you’ve gained from his brothers.
So despite him always being fully willing to help at any time, you get a little too flustered for your liking and try to do the tasks yourself.
And yet, this doesn’t solve your problem. You continue to fall straight on your ass every time.
His laughter fills the entire ship.
“I must’ve turned invisible” he toddles over and opens his arms out wide. “Your footstool is right here!”
You can’t help but facepalm.
Other times, he finds it arousing.
Like when you press up against his stomach and chest, your chin resting up so you stared at him with wide eyes.
His whole body could completely swallow you whole in those moments.
How could he not get a boner?
BONUS: You’re small enough to huddle up on his lap and fit your entire body onto him with your arms loosely wrapped around his neck. Yes, those are the best cuddles. Yes, you both fall asleep instantly.
Crosshair
I'm sorry, but if you didn't think Crosshair was gonna tease you, he’s not your man.
On a day he's being especially pesky, every other sentence that comes out of his mouth is commenting on your height.
Crosshair loves seeing you frustrated, he thinks you look cute like that. He's like a schoolboy in that way, but don't say that. He’ll get all pissy and refuse to talk to you for a few hours.
Yep. Definitely a whiny schoolboy.
Will use the top of your head as an armrest and won’t protest if one of his brothers captures a photo of you two in that position.
Even if you're sitting next to each other he’ll find an opportunity to prop an elbow on your shoulder or head. it never fails to make him chuckle darkly to himself.
But if you ask him to help you reach something high up, he’ll do it wordlessly. Save the teasing for after.
if you blush furiously and scold him, he’ll only smirk and if no one else is around, give you a peck on your forehead.
“Can’t stop myself, doll.”
Won't offer help with any vertical challenges despite him being much taller. He’d like to, but in his head, he still thinks that he’ll come out too soft.
He might do it wordlessly and swiftly, even if you don't ask. Perhaps that's his way of showing love.
Echo
He won’t comment on it. Not for a while at least.
This man has had his fair share of body insecurity, and he isn’t so sure if your height is one of yours. He won’t risk that, he cares far too much about you to hurt your feelings inadvertently, or accidentally trigger any association with bad thoughts about yourself with him.
You’re the one to first bring it up, in fact.
It came out when you had started to get a little tipsy at Cid’s, and were talking about the batch’s physiques.
“And Echo, I know there’s wrecker over there but…” you cradled his face and looked up at him with awe, more adoration than he’d ever felt in his life. “You’re just so big and tall… and strong” with your last word, a small, whimpered moan followed.
Oh, if you were only sober enough to notice how his codpiece rubbed against your stomach harder than usual.
Sure, you got some shit from the boys for it the day after when you sobered up, but you didn’t regret saying it.
Finally, you got out of your head and told Echo how much you loved your height difference.
He stumbles a bit at first with your confession, but once the two of you go to continue doing something else, you notice how his chest puffs out just a little bit more and his shoulders are more squared up.
He always used to help you when trying to reach something high up before, but after that day, every time he does it feels so… purposeful.
It kind of is (he’d never admit it though).
He just can’t get your comment out of his mind.
It’s almost feral how kindred his need gets when you look, feel so much smaller than him.
But he’d never say it.
Actions, however, always speak more than words when it comes to Echo.
Rex
Rex is such an act of service guy, c’mon
He’s the kind of guy to always clean up after himself always if he’s around at your place. Does all the gross, menial tasks in the kitchen. If you fall asleep watching something, he’ll turn it off and carry you to bed.
He’s just such a gentleman, you can’t convince me otherwise.
So of course, if you’re more, ahem, vertically challenged than most, he is there.
He’s not the type to hold off on helping you out, like Hunter or Crosshair, but he might make a couple quips after or just randomly through the day.
“You’re so cute like this.”
“Aw, cyare, ‘m sorry you need my help. Can’t imagine living like this every day.”
It's hard to get mad at his comments, though.
Not when he’s always there the second you need him.
Though, when the two of you are more… intimate, the size difference comes into play more.
He doesn’t really have a size kink like Wrecker does, but Rex would be lying if his dick hasn't throbbed seeing the way his hand completely covered yours while going to town.
But he’s just so sweet about it; you’ve seen the way he looks at you in moments like those, with pure awe and revel, it makes you feel so loved and protected.
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