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96'🦔🐶🐱.

[luna18night20]

🖤❤ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐚𝐝 𝐁𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐇𝐂𝐬: 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐬

Our beloved Clone Force 99 squad and their love languages ​​❤🖤.

⚠️ suggestive themes (but nothing erotic or hardcore), fluffy moments

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🖤❤ 𝐇𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫

♦Hunter is not always the best with words, but this man is constantly touching the person he loves.

♦Not possessively in a toxic way, but more like:

▪️hand on your lower back

▪️fingers brushing your waist while passing by

▪️pulling you closer subconsciously

▪️resting his forehead against yours

▪️sleeping wrapped around you protectively

♦Physical contact grounds him emotionally.

♦He also shows love through protection and care:

▪️making sure you ate

▪️checking if you’re injured

▪️adjusting your gear

▪️silently standing between you and danger

♦Hunter’s version of “I love you” is:

▪️“Stay close.”

▪️“I’ve got you.”

▪️“You’re safe.”

♦Suggestive Hunter:

▪️VERY intense eye contact.

▪️Loves slow touches.

▪️Big fan of neck kisses and hands gripping waists/hips.

▪️His enhanced senses make him extremely reactive to your heartbeat, breathing, scent, and small sounds. Especially your scent drive him crazy.

▪️If he makes love with you, intimacy with him feels emotional first and physical second. And would be very, VERY passionate. He's so kriffing sexy 🤤.

▪️Absolutely the type to hold you close afterward and refuse to let go.

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🖤❤ 𝐖𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫

♦Wrecker is the most openly affectionate member of the Batch. Seriously, have you seen him in the series?

♦This man:

▪️hugs constantly

▪️carries you around

▪️throws an arm around your shoulders

▪️pulls you into his lap

▪️cuddles like a giant took over the bed

♦He loves being near you physically because affection was something clones rarely received growing up.

♦Quality time is huge for him too. He genuinely just enjoys:

▪️eating with you

▪️watching holovids together

▪️tinkering with explosives while you sit nearby

▪️listening to you talk

♦If Wrecker loves you, you become his favorite place to relax emotionally.

♦Suggestive Wrecker:

▪️Extremely handsy.

▪️Loves hearing your laughter and reactions.

▪️BIG on praise and affection.

▪️He absolutely melts if you touch his scarred skin gently.

▪️Despite his size and strength, he’s surprisingly careful and attentive with someone he loves. Especially in sex and intimacy.

▪️Also? This man LOVES cuddling after intimacy. Refuses to move.

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🖤❤ 𝐓𝐞𝐜𝐡

♦Tech shows love by making your life easier.

♦Examples:

▪️modifying equipment for your comfort

▪️fixing things before you ask

▪️remembering tiny details about you

▪️creating solutions specifically tailored to your habits

♦This man studies the people he loves carefully.

♦Quality time for Tech often looks quieter:

▪️working in the same room

▪️sharing information

▪️discussing interests for hours

▪️flying together

▪️reading beside each other peacefully

♦His version of intimacy is:

▪️“I listened.”

▪️“I remembered.”

▪️“I noticed.”

♦And despite how logical he seems? Words matter to him deeply.

♦If you sincerely praise him, appreciate his mind, or tell him he matters? You will absolutely short-circuit this man emotionally.

♦Suggestive Tech:

▪️Surprisingly attentive.

▪️Notices every reaction.

▪️Learns exactly what you like VERY quickly.

▪️His voice getting quieter/lower while explaining something near your ear? Dangerous.

▪️He’s incredibly focused during intimacy — almost like you become the center of his entire attention.

▪️Afterwards he absolutely analyzes whether you enjoyed yourself enough.

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🖤❤ 𝐂𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫

♦Crosshair does not love loudly.

♦If he chooses you, it’s because he trusts you more than almost anyone.

♦His affection is subtle:

▪️sitting beside you silently

▪️sharing space without speaking

▪️letting you touch him

▪️staying close even when he could leave

♦For Crosshair, presence itself is intimacy.

♦He also gives meaningful small things:

▪️your favorite snack

▪️ammunition he customized for you

▪️quietly repairing something important to you

♦Never flashy. Always personal.

♦And he immediately notices changes in you, like a new hairstyle, new clothes, etc.

♦Suggestive Crosshair:

▪️Extremely intense in private.

▪️Touch-starved underneath all the attitude.

▪️Loves having you close to him physically when nobody else is around.

▪️Forehead touches, hands on your throat/jaw/waist, slow kisses. Later, they are passionate.

▪️BIG on tension and eye contact.

▪️The moment he fully trusts someone emotionally, he becomes surprisingly clingy in private.

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🖤❤ 𝐄𝐜𝐡𝐨

♦Echo needs reassurance more than he admits.

♦After everything he survived, hearing:

▪️“I’m proud of you.”

▪️“I love you.”

▪️“You’re still you.” means everything to him.

♦He treasures verbal affection deeply.

♦Echo also constantly helps the people he loves, especially you:

▪️checking your injuries

▪️helping you

▪️staying awake to watch over you

▪️carrying things for you

▪️making sure you’re okay emotionally

♦He’s deeply caring and attentive.

♦And despite being insecure about his body after Skako Minor? Physical affection becomes extremely important once he trusts you.

♦Especially gentle affection.

♦Suggestive Echo:

▪️Very emotional/intimate lover.

▪️Loves closeness more than anything.

▪️Forehead kisses, lingering touches, hands intertwined.

▪️He absolutely melts if you touch his scars/prosthetics lovingly instead of fearfully.

▪️Praise affects him badly.

▪️And afterward? This man is holding you against his chest like you’re the safest thing in the galaxy.

[marshiesfics]

Falling in Love with the Members of The Bad Batch Headcanons

Hunter

Falling in love with Hunter happens so gradually that you don’t realize it’s happened until you’re already hopelessly gone for him. It starts with the way he always seems aware of where you are, how he’s unconsciously positioning himself between you and danger, checking that you’ve eaten, quietly making sure you have a place to sleep after long missions. Hunter isn’t naturally expressive with his feelings, but he’s attentive in a way that makes you feel cherished. You notice how his eyes immediately search for you when he enters a room and how his shoulders visibly relax when he realizes you’re safe. The moment you truly fall is probably during a quiet evening around a campfire. Everyone else is asleep, and for once Hunter isn’t carrying the weight of leadership on his shoulders. He’s smiling softly, telling you stories about his brothers, and you realize that he’s showing you the parts of himself he rarely lets anyone see. Loving Hunter means falling for his strength, but staying because of his gentleness. Beneath the soldier is a man who desperately wants a home and people to protect, and once you’re part of that circle, he’ll love you with unwavering devotion.

Wrecker

Falling in love with Wrecker is like being caught in a tidal wave of warmth and laughter. At first, you think he’s simply the team’s lovable bruise, the guy who breaks things, tells terrible jokes, and gets excited over snacks. But then you start noticing the little things. The way he carefully picks flowers he thinks you’ll like despite his massive hands. The way he immediately notices when you’re sad and tries everything he can to make you smile. Wrecker has one of the biggest hearts you’ll ever encounter, and loving him feels safe. You fall for him during moments when nobody else is paying attention, when he gently helps a child after a mission, when he wraps a blanket around your shoulders because he noticed you were cold, or when he proudly remembers something small you mentioned weeks ago. His affection is never complicated. If Wrecker loves you, you’ll know it. He’ll look at you like you’re the best thing in the galaxy, and every day he’ll choose to make your life brighter. Being loved by him means never doubting your worth because he’ll remind you constantly.

Tech

Falling in love with Tech sneaks up on you. At first, you find him fascinating but difficult to read. He speaks with precise logic, spends hours buried in data, and often misses social cues that everyone else catches. Yet somehow, the more time you spend around him, the more you begin to understand him. You realize that every fact he shares is an attempt to include you in his world. Every correction isn’t criticism, it’s his way of communicating. You fall hardest when you notice how much he actually pays attention. Tech remembers everything. Your favorite drink. The stories you’ve told him. The exact date of conversations you’d forgotten yourself. He starts creating little gadgets that make your daily life easier and presents them as if they’re no big deal. Then one day you realize he’s been quietly caring for you all along. Loving Tech means understanding that his affection isn’t always spoken aloud. It’s hidden in solved problems, thoughtful observations, and the way he automatically factors your happiness into every calculation he makes. His love is deliberate, intelligent, and incredibly sincere.

Echo

Falling in love with Echo is deeply emotional because so much of his life has been marked by loss. At first, he’s guarded and cautious. He’s spent years rebuilding himself after unimaginable trauma, and trust doesn’t come easily anymore. But as you get closer, he begins letting you see the man behind the cybernetics and soldier training. Echo possesses an incredible amount of empathy because he understands suffering better than most people. He listens carefully when you talk and never dismisses your feelings. You fall for him during quiet conversations late at night when everyone else is asleep. The two of you sit together under unfamiliar stars, sharing fears and hopes neither of you tell anyone else. Echo makes you feel seen in a way that’s almost overwhelming. He understands loneliness, grief, and resilience. Loving him means loving someone who has survived so much and still chooses kindness. When Echo finally trusts you enough to lean on you emotionally, it feels like one of the greatest honors imaginable.

Crosshair

Falling in love with Crosshair is by far the most complicated. It begins with irritation more than affection. He’s blunt, sarcastic, and seems determined to keep everyone at arm’s length. Most people eventually stop trying to get close to him. You don’t. Slowly, almost reluctantly, Crosshair starts tolerating your presence. Then he starts seeking it out. You notice him sitting beside you during long flights. You notice him listening when you speak, even when he pretends not to care. Crosshair is not a man who wears his heart openly. Every tiny gesture means something. A spare blanket left where you’ll find it. A weapon maintenance tip given without explanation. The way his gaze follows you during missions to ensure you’re safe. Falling for him happens when you realize how fiercely loyal he is beneath all those walls. Crosshair has spent his entire life expecting disappointment, so when he finally lets himself love someone, it’s terrifying for him. His affection is quiet, protective, and incredibly intense. Loving Crosshair means earning trust that few people ever receive, and once you have it, he becomes someone who would walk through fire for you without hesitation.

Falling in Love with All of Them

One of the most beautiful parts of loving someone in Clone Force 99 is that you never just gain one person, you gain a family. Hunter watches over you. Wrecker treats you like his favorite person in the galaxy. Tech includes you in everything he’s passionate about. Echo becomes your closest confidant. Even Crosshair, in his own stubborn way, starts viewing you as one of his people. Before you know it, you’ve become part of something larger than yourself: a found family built from loyalty, resilience, and unconditional love. And somehow, that’s almost as wonderful as falling in love itself.

[luna18night20]

🖤❤ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐚𝐝 𝐁𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐚𝐬 𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐬 𝐇𝐂𝐬 (𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟐 𝐨𝐟 𝟏𝟎𝟎𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐤)

Day two of special event week and another headcanons, this time with our guys from The Bad Batch as dads. Honestly, I enjoy writing headcanons; it's pretty great.

I currently have four requests in my inbox, but I'm afraid I'll only be able to manage what I'm writing today. I have work until 2 p.m., and then I have a long nap until 6 or 7 p.m. But I'll see if I can write anything else.

⚠️ pure fluff 🥰

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🖤❤ 𝐇𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫

▪️Hunter is pure father material. Just look at his relationship with Omega on the show. He could be the best protective rather ever.

▪️His enhanced senses mean he notices absolutely everything.

▪️He knows when the baby wakes up before the monitor makes a sound. He notices when they're getting sick. He can tell if they're sad, scared, or hiding something.

▪️He's the father that always carries his child on his shoulders during festivals or family trips.

▪️Hunter is also incredibly patient.

▪️If his child has nightmares, he'll stay by the bed until they fall asleep again.

"There's nothing in this galaxy that could ever hurt you while I'm here."

▪️He's very involved in raising his children:

- helping with homework

- teaching survival skills

- family camping trips

- bedtime stories

▪️His children grow up feeling completely safe because Dad always knows what to do.

🖤❤ 𝐖𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫

▪️Wrecker is the fun dad.

▪️The second his child asks:

"Dad, can we play?"

▪️The answer is always yes.

▪️Pillow forts.

▪️Snowball fights.

▪️Building giant toy castles.

▪️Carrying his kids on his shoulders.

▪️He somehow turns grocery shopping into an adventure.

▪️He's also the world's biggest teddy bear.

▪️His children climb all over him while he laughs.

▪️He gives the best hugs.

▪️He loves movie nights where everyone falls asleep piled together on the couch.

▪️But if someone ever hurts his child...

▪️That warm smile disappears instantly.

▪️Nobody messes with Wrecker's family.

▪️Nobody.

🖤❤ 𝐓𝐞𝐜𝐡

▪️Tech approaches fatherhood... scientifically.

▪️Before the baby is even born, he has probably read hundreds of parenting books.

▪️He tracks sleeping schedules.

▪️He researches healthy nutrition.

▪️He builds little gadgets to make life easier.

▪️A custom baby monitor? Already made.

▪️Educational toys? Designed by him.

▪️His children absolutely love asking questions because Tech never says,

"Because I said so."

▪️Instead, he'll spend an hour explaining how stars work or why rain falls.

▪️He encourages curiosity.

▪️Family museum trips become normal.

▪️He also has endless patience for teaching.

▪️And while he sometimes struggles to express emotions directly, his children always know he loves them.

▪️Because every invention, every project, and every lesson is made with them in mind.

🖤❤ 𝐂𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫

▪️Crosshair never expected to become a father. Duh, he would never thought he will be a parent.

▪️And at first... He's absolutely terrified.

What if he isn't good enough?

What if he will hurt his child?

What if his child would hate him?

▪️The answer comes surprisingly quickly.

▪️The baby grabs one of his fingers and refuses to let go.

▪️From that moment on, he's completely wrapped around their tiny hand.

▪️Crosshair is the quiet dad.

▪️He won't constantly say "I love you."

▪️Instead, he shows it.

▪️He waits outside school to pick them up.

▪️He remembers their favorite snacks.

▪️He fixes broken toys without saying a word.

▪️He's especially protective of shy children because he understands what it's like to feel different.

▪️Late at night, he'll sit beside a sleeping child and quietly think:

"I would give up everything for you."

🖤❤ 𝐄𝐜𝐡𝐨

▪️Echo sometimes worries that his cybernetics might make him a bad father.

▪️They don't.

▪️In fact, they make him even more determined to be the best dad possible.

▪️Echo is incredibly gentle with babies.

▪️He learns everything:

- how to feed them

- how to change diapers

- first aid

- the best lullabies

▪️He secretly reads parenting holobooks because he wants to get everything right.

▪️He's also the homework dad.

▪️Math? Science? History?

▪️Echo is helping.

▪️His children admire him because he always listens to their problems seriously.

▪️He teaches them that asking for help isn't weakness.

▪️After everything he survived, Echo wants his family to know one thing:

▪️They are loved exactly as they are.

[peacheebaba]

Hii! Could you do a tech x reader where tech survives his fall and the reader is reunited with him and they are RUNNING to him

A Thousand Times Over

Pairing: TBB Tech x GN!Reader Warnings: A little angst, a little love, A/N: Banner is from @moosgraphics so shoutout to them! Thank you for your patience and thank you for requesting!!

You race through Pabu's cobble streets, shoulders bashing into locals and feet more steady than they have been in days. Your eyes are trained on the sky, having lost the familiar shape of the Marauder from view, but heart filled with certainty that it'll be docked on the landing pad. Your breaths comes out in short bursts, lungs burning, but you don't dare to slow down, feeling even more alive by each passing moment.

When you make it to the landing pad, you're almost entirely out of breathe, but it simply doesn't matter to you. Through blurry vision, you make out the Marauder's plank, and bounding Omega almost tripping down the stairs with a glow to her face that you've not seen since...since--

Tech.

He follows after her and the remainder of your breathe is sucked from your chest as you lay eyes on him. He's beaten and bruised, goggles missing and armor forgotten as he is guided down the Marauder by Wrecker in just his blacks. His hand reaches out to Omega, and she takes it gentle as she helps him down the last step.

Your legs shake, and you slow down until you're entirely stopped, unmoving as you watch the three of them interact with one another. He squints like he cannot see, a tight smile on his lips as if he's still in so much pain. His fall was so far, there was no chance that he could've ever survive. And yet...he did. And he's here. Just a few feet away from you.

Omega laughs and you blink, warmth spreading down your cheeks as thick tears slip past your eyes. She's turned towards you now, pointing in your direction and pulling at Tech's sleeve until he tilts his head down, a loose curl falling over his forehead. She speaks, and he looks up, that squint still in his eyes. You doubt he can see you and yet he lifts his hand up, two fingers flicking out as he waves at you, so casual as if he had only been gone for a few days.

You lip trembles and all that weight that had sat on your shoulders for so long finally crumbled apart and fell. Your feet move quicker than your mind, and you dash across the remaining distance, calling out his name in the same way as you had when you prayed and prayed and prayed to the maker that he was alive, that he was okay.

His arms are out and he catches you in his embrace with a soft grunt, stumbling back a few steps before steadying. His grip is weak but its him, its his warmth, its his flesh and blood. Its Tech. Your Tech.

You weep in his arms, the grief and the anticipation from getting Omega's comm coming down in waves of thick adrenaline. You shake, heaving and gasping and gripping at his arms, his back, his neck and hair and any other parts you can get your sweaty hands on. His fingers rub a firm line between your shoulder blades, and he says nothing as he lets you bury your face into the curve of his neck.

"I-I thought--" you try to speak, but the words come out in a thick, throaty mess. You try to calm yourself, focusing on the steady thrum of his heartbeat, and you slowly match your breathing to his. But tears still flow from your eyes. "I thought I'd n-never see you again..."

He's quiet for a long moment, and you worry that maybe this was just another one of your dreams, the dreams where he's there but not himself, just a silent, still version of the Tech you once knew. You suck in a sharp breath, preparing for the possibility when he lets out a little huff.

"For once, I am glad that you are wrong." His words have a joking lilt to them, and you tilt your head back to look him in the eye. Up close, the bruises are more prominent against his sickly pale skin. His lips are cracked and dry and there's a scar that cuts down his chin. You reach a hand up to caress it, but he catches you before you can, brining you knuckles to his lips and placing a soft, delicate kiss to them.

"I'd be wrong a thousand times over if it meant you coming back every single time," you whisper, and he drifts his eyes over your face. Up close, he can see you so clearly now, the tear stained cheeks, the red nose and the trembling lips. He could never be more grateful than he is now, alive and well with those he loves most.

You both move at the same time, and butterflies flutter in your stomach as your lips connect in a soft, desperate kiss filled with all the grief, love, and longing that was between you two. His hand squeezes around yours, fingers digging into your hip as if he's afraid of letting go. And if he could help it, he would never let you go again.

[peacheebaba]

I am sleep-deprived, but I must do my duty: TBB (separate) reacting to the reader, being tired, fresh out of kriffs just pushing them a little to just sleep with the boys being their body pillow before the boys would protest.

TBB X GN!Reader: forcing them to stay

Warnings: Suggestive A/N: Thank you for the lovely request! Sleep deprivation is real, but honestly my best ideas come to life when I'm tired! A good cuddle with the boys would certainly help tho

Hunter

After ensuring that you were thoroughly pleased, fucked, and freshened up with a shower and a ice cold glass of water, Hunter could no longer ignore the twenty plus messages on his comm. There was no rush in leaving you, but with the high demands of his brothers, he should probably get going. Well, if you'd let him. "Please!" You whine into his back, hands slipping past the hem of his shirt and massaging his taunt muscles, "just stay a little longer..." His heart clenches and his fingers still as he leans over to put on his boots. Your arms are so tight around him, he's struggling to tell you no. Its not until you sniffle quietly, rubbing your nose along his shoulder blade that he finally relents with a low sigh. "Alright...but only for a little longer."

Wrecker

He tries to slip out quietly, tiptoeing out of your bathroom and making his way to the pile of armor he left littered on your living room floor. But he's out of luck when his hip catches on the door frame, and his head whips around to look at you in bed. Your sitting up, blanket slipping down your frame and his lips curl into a sheepish smile as he sees you pout. "Are you leaving me?" you demand, eyes narrowing with increasing suspicion. "Uh, just gotta get back to the others." Wrecker tries to explain but you only shake your head and pat the space beside you quickly. "Not without a cuddle, you're not. Get over here. Now." the firmness of your voice is as scary as being a thousand feet up, and Wrecker doesn't even try to fight it as he slowly makes his way back to your side.

Tech

Tech is reaching for his discarded clothes on the floor, mind already brimming with new ideas and projects after diligently fucking you to Naboo and back. He's itching to get back to the Marauder to test his theories and tinker with a few things he's picked up from the last mission, mind so swept up in his thoughts that he doesn't register your finger poking into his side until you lean forward and perch your chin on his shoulder. "I thought you didn't sleep with a shirt on?" You say, and he shakes his head slowly, fingers pulling out the sleeves to straighten his blacks out. "I do not, I am heading back to the Marauder now." He can hear your disgruntled huff and in a swift movement, you wrap your arms around his waist and pull him back against the bed. He lands with a quiet grunt, confused and annoyed. "No." Is all you say, squeezing onto him tighter.

Crosshair

Normally being with you has Crosshair relaxed and calm, especially since he's been fucking you for the past few hours. But when he goes to get you a glass of water, he can see the dozen or so missed messages on his comm before he even reads them. Of course they need him now when he's occupied. When he returns, he sees you curled up on the bed, wearing his shirt and playing with a piece of thread at the end of the sleeve. He sets the cup down, a knee up on the bed and leans over to tug on the fabric of his shirt. "I'm gonna need this back now." He bits the inside of his cheek as he sees you frown, but doesn't stop you when you reach for his shoulders and pull him down. "Not until I say so," you whisper, kissing the curve of his jaw.

Echo

Echo curls into you, nose in your hair and hand drawing light circles along your shoulder. You've been laying together for a few minutes now, sweaty and blissfully fucked. Echo hasn't even gotten up to get you some water yet, when he hears his comm buzzing on your bedside table. He ignores it, opting to enjoy your presence for longer. Until he hears another buzz, and then another, and then a few more times. His eyes squeeze together and finally he sighs, moving his hand down your arm before pushing himself up. He goes to reach for his comm, sure that his brothers are needing him now, when he feels you quietly call his name. "I should see what they want," he grumbles, frowning at the small glint in your eye. "Or....you could ignore them and lay with me instead?" You reason, lifting a finger to poke him in the cheek. "It could be important," he responds, leaning into your touch. "Could be...but don't you think I'm more important?" Well, how could he deny that?

[quarter-afterone]

GROGU • Star Wars Japan Instagram May 2026

[peacheebaba]

*Slaps the table* hear me out, any clones or haggle of clones realizing that the reader never heard their number even once just their adopted nickname/name until like one day their tilt their head at the pad and ask, "Who's this??"

TBB, Rex, Cody, Fox, and Wolffe X GN!Reader: reacting to you not knowing their prefixes

Warnings: None! A/N: This was so cute! Thank you for the request!!!

Hunter

"What does this mean?" You ask, pointing at the odd code on Hunter's data pad as he finishes up a report. "That's my CT Code." he responds, unsure on where you were going with this as he sees your lips purse together in thought. "Like a password?" He raises a brow, turning to face you fully. "What?" You press you lips together and slowly shake your head. "So that's a no..?"

Tech

"What's with all the numbers?" You point at Tech's screen as you sit on the edge of his pilot seat. "That is my designation. CT-9902 is how the Kaminoans identified me before I adopted my current name," he answers casually, scrolling through the list and pointing out his brothers numbers, too. "Tech...that's not--that's not right." He shrugs, "In a moral sense, but it is too efficient in properly identifying the large mass of clones to abandon the system."

Wrecker

"Hey, Wrecker? What's this number carved into your bunk?" The hunk of a man stops lifting his weights, setting them down with a loud clank before coming up behind you and throwing his arm around your shoulder. "Eh, that's my number. Don't need it anymore since I got my name." You tilt your head back to look him in the eye. "Your number?" He laughs a little, "its like my old name, you know?" "...your old name was a number!?"

Crosshair

"CT-9904...what does that mean?" You glance over at Crosshair, having seen the number before logging into your system on his data pad. He straightens against the wall, eyes narrowing and toothpick snapping between his teeth. "Just ignore it," he snarls, and you frown at his sudden distaste. "Well not after that reaction, I won't." He rolls his eyes, pushing off the wall and snatching the data pad from your hands. "Do me a favor, doll, and just forget it."

Echo

"Tech mentioned something about a designation number, do you know anything about that?" You start out of nowhere, and Echo pauses his task to turn to you with a curious look. "We all have them. They're identifiers for us clones, well, at least for the Kaminoans." You sigh softly, kicking your feet against the crate you sat on, "Yeah, but what does it mean, mean?" Echo frowns, suddenly more interested in his task than in you for once. "Maybe its best you don't know."

Rex

"CT-7567," you say aloud, and Rex startles from packing his gear, head whipping around to stare at you in shock. "What did you just call me?" a hum of surprise slips past your lips and you shake your head quickly, "I wasn't calling you, I was reading the number on your weapons case." His shoulders fall in relief, and he tries to play it off quickly before you start questioning anything. "Oh, that makes sense..." But the crack in his voice is a dead giveaway, and you come up behind him like a dark shadow. "Rex...why did you think I was calling you?"

Cody

"Why do you always sign your reports with that number?" Cody's hand stills in your hair at that question, his data pad held high enough that you can see it as you lay next to him in bed. "Its just how they know it me, baby. Don't worry about it." He kisses your forehead, thinking that's the end of it, when you mumble quietly into his chest. "But why don't you just use your real name?" He just shrugs and says he doesn't know, heart warming at how your refer to his name as his real one.

Fox

"His name is Fox," you spit under your breath, glaring at the official that just left the Senate Rotunda. He swears at you, and Fox quickly grips your arm and drags you off into a quiet corner where no one can see the both of you. "I'm honored you're willing to defend me like that but I don't need you getting in trouble in the process," he hisses, voice sounding even more snake-like through his helmet. "Why do they call you that?" You ask, and he shakes his head, loosening his grip, his fingers softly brushing against your skin. "Because only my partner gets to call me Fox."

Wolffe

"You know...Sinker mentioned something about you having a CC number, whatever that means." Wolffe grunts in response, barely even looking your way as he lays on your couch, an arm over his forehead. "Are you going to say anything?" You shuffle over to his side, nudging his leg with your knee. "I wouldn't worry about it," is all he says, falling into a silence that leaves no room for more questions. But you're determined to find out...after he stops snoring.

[whereareyourightnow]

[trekkie-dunes]

⋆˙⟡ she was a fairy ⋆˙⟡

[peacheebaba]

Kiss me won't you?

Pairing: Crosshair x F!Reader Warnings: THiS IS FILTHY, SMUT ALERTTT A/N: Lowkey this is so dirty that I'll add a cut...

Sounds of skin slapping and quiet moans fill the dim expanse of your room, your face sinking further into your pillow, pussy squeezing as a precise finger rubs firm circles around your engorged clit. A low groan makes you shiver, and you feel a warm chest push against your backside while sharp teeth nip at the curve of your shoulder.

"F-fuck...hah--oh!" Hips slam into you, the harsh movement sending the cock plunging in and out of your swollen pussy even deeper than before, painful and stinging pleasantly.

"Spread your knees wider," the gravelly drawl is barely heard, your thoughts focusing on the tight coil building up in your core, fingers tingling and toes curling as you're drawn closer and closer to a satisfying release. A huff of air is blown against your neck, the hand that was gripping your hip leaving its place to sweep the sticky hair on your lips and cheek to the side. A soft kiss is press into the corner of your mouth, and you jerk suddenly as the circles against your clit slow to a stop and that tightness in your stomach falls apart before you can reach your release. You hear the slick pull of him slipping out of you, still hard, and you whimper at the empty feeling, clenching around nothing.

"C-Cross? Wha--?" You pant, releasing your tight grip on your pillow and reaching down to push against his hand. Your trembling fingers are no match for the steady strength of his fist, and you press your forehead deeper into the silk of your pillowcase, muffling a frustrated whine that scratches against your sore throat. "...no, no, no! T-that's not fair."

"Spread your knees," he repeats, nose brushing against your shoulder before he so sweetly kisses the little bites and bruises he left only minutes ago.

You find yourself trembling, frustrated and practically teary eyed but incredibly desperate. With a quiet groan, you push yourself up so that you're resting on your palms, Crosshair placing a reassuring hand against your hip. Dried drool on your cheek reminds you of the sensitive state he had you in, and you're quickly adjusting your legs to sit a little wider than before, a satisfied hum warming your cheeks as he slaps you lightly on your ass.

"That wasn't so hard, was it?" You whip your head around, a tremble in your lip as you glare at him. He's got a smug smile on his face, a light sheen of sweat along his forehead and his grayish hair forming short spikes as if he had run his fingers over his head at one point, moistening the strands with the buildup of his exertion. A light flush along his cheeks draws your gaze down, and soon you're looking at his plump, swollen lips with growing desire.

It softens your anger and you turn your head further, blinking up at him through wet lashes, begging for just a bit of attention after being so rudely drawn out of such blinding pleasure. You hate when he does this, suddenly giving you commands when you're almost completely gone and then teasing you when you struggle to fulfill them. But maker, do you love him to see him just as flushed and blissed out as you are, seeing just how affected he is by you as you are by him.

"Kiss me?" You ask softly, a hand reaching out for him to which he takes. "Please, Crosshair."

He leans forward, and much more tenderly than normal, he presses a soft fleeting kiss to your lips before pulling away. Crosshair quickly reaches for a stray pillow at the edge of the bed, and he slips it underneath your hips before pressing a hand against your back.

With your face down and ass up, he has a pretty good view of your soaking, aching pussy. You cheeks are red with visible handprints, and there are several indentations from his fingers that are sure to bruise by morning. A wave of pride rushes through him at his work, and he's already making a mental note to tease you about it before he leaves. Truthfully, he's doing you a favor by worshipping your bottom half this time around. Normally he leaves a hickey or two right where your collar tends to fall.

In a quick move, he slides two fingers right into your waiting pussy, curling them right against that sensitive spot within you and drawing a shrill whine from you. He scissors you slowly, making sure you haven't gotten too tense since his little interruption, biting his lip when you call his name out in a breathy moan. Its only when you start pushing back, thighs trembling and insides squeezing tightly against his fingers, that he pulls out, coating his cock with your slick and sliding his leaking tip into your heat.

The burn of his cock splitting you open is short lived as he fills you completely, thrusting in and out of you at a rapid pace, hips smacking against your hips and your wet cunt squelching as arousal drips down your leg.

"Maker you're soaked," Crosshair breathes, leaning forward to grab a handful of your tangled hair. He tugs lightly, slamming his hips against you in a harsh snap as you whimper for him to pull tighter.

"F-for...hah, you. Baby, its all for y-you!" You hiss though your teeth, head rolling back as he rubs up against that sensitive area with sharp precision.

"Yeah?" He thrusts into you again, and you can hear the smirk in his voice. "This is all for me?"

All you can do is whine out a stuttered, "yes!"

You squeeze around him as his hips slap into your ass, his cock twitching up into right where you need him. You feel that you're close, that tangled coil in your stomach squeezing and tightening. All you need is just a little push. Just one--

Crosshair's hand releases your hair, and he abruptly pulls out of you. You're about to let out a pitiful whine, ready to scold him for stopping again, when he grips your hips and flips your over. You yelp, body bouncing on the bed before your thighs are manhandled apart, cunt on full display for his ravenous gaze. He slides his cock over you, two fingers spreading your lips apart as he leans over and spits on your clit. He slaps his tip against you before finally entering you one more time.

He grinds into you with an impatient desperation, moans growing needy as he stares intensely at your cunt, eyes darkening as his cock slips in and out of you with slick ease.

A hand slides over your stomach, pressing down and filling your chest with pressure. When his thumb reaches down to draw hard circles around your bud, you throw your head back, fingers digging into the bed and a squeal catching in your throat.

"You're so good, baby. That's it, cum for me," he rasps, and with another snap of his hips, Crosshair pulls a blinding orgasm from you, you thighs trembling and hands shaking against the soft sheets while you choke out a pitiful cry.

He pumps in and out of you a few more times, drawing out wave after wave of pleasure, bordering on overstimulation, before finishing with a low moan, cock pulsing inside of you as you feel him fill you up with his cum.

His legs almost give out underneath him, and he slips his soft cock from your abused cunt before crawling over you and pressing his mouth against yours in a breathtaking kiss. His tongue slips past your wet lips, gliding against your own before licking along the sides of your mouth and teeth. He pulls apart from you when it becomes too much, a string of saliva connecting you before he rubs a finger under your eyes and then presses the pad against your tongue. The taste of salt shocks you back to reality, and slowly you blink your eyes, a few tears falling down your cheeks.

"Are you okay?" Is the first thing he says, perceptive eyes watching for any kind of hesitation or tension. But you slowly nod your head, lifting a shakey hand to run through his hair and scratch along the base of his neck.

You smile as he curls into your hand before kissing your wrist, lidden eyes staring into yours, dilated and deep. His hand runs up your leg and settles on your hip.

"Lets get you cleaned up," he whispers, waiting for you to agree before getting up and heading into the bathroom to start you a warm bath.

[captaincassianandorr]

Grogu

[tooka99]

Deja Vu (Part 2)

Pairing: Crosshair x Reader

Warnings: None

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The walk back to your new home on Pabu was a blur. One moment you were standing out on the cliffs and the next you were somehow at your front door with Crosshair beside you. The door creaked softly as you pushed it open and stepped inside. The house was still new to you in many ways. You'd been living there for a while now, but there were still moments when you caught yourself looking around and thinking, This is mine. It wasn't large. The main room flowed into a small kitchen area, with a narrow hallway leading toward the sleeping space. Simple furniture filled the room, most of it built by hand by Pabu's residents. Warm light from the setting sun cast soft golden shadows across the walls. Crosshair entered behind you and quietly shut the door. You watched him as he moved slowly through the room, taking everything in. "I know it's not much," you begun as you twiddled your thumbs, "but its home." He cocked his head slightly as he spoke," it's nice." The words made warmth spread through your chest.

You followed him as he toured you home, ending up in the bedroom. Crosshair's attention was drawn to the bedside table. Resting beside the lamp was a small wooden tooka figure. The carving had aged over the years. The wood was a little worn and there was a small scratch on one side, but it was still unmistakably the same one. The same one Crosshair has spent hours carving during a hyperspace jump a few years ago. He recalled you teasing him about the proportions when he'd given it to you. Slowly, he crossed the room and picked it up. For a long time moment, he simply stared at it. "You kept this?" His voice was quiet. "Of course I did." His eyes flicked towards you briefly before returning to the carving. His thumb brushed across its surface, tracing the marks he'd made. Carefully, he set it back down on the table.

Crosshair turned to the bed. The mattress dipped beneath his weight as he sat on the edge of the bed, his arms resting as his sides. His eyes were focused on the quilt below him as fingers traced the intricate patterns of the fabric. You eyed him for a moment, then pushed off the doorframe you had been leaning on. In two slow strides you crossed the room. His head lifted as you stopped directly in front of him. Crosshair stared up at you, his brown eyes searching your face with uncertainty. It was as if he was waiting for the inevitable moment you decided this had been a mistake. You could practically see the doubt lingering behind his eyes. The fear. The expectation that sooner of later you would tell him to leave.

Instead, you reached for him. Your hand rose slowly, giving him a chance to pull away if needed. He didn't. The moment your palm settled against his cheek his eyes fluttered shut. The reaction was so instinctive that it stole the air from your lungs. Your thumb brushed gently across his cheekbone. Beneath your touch, you felt the roughness of scared skin, the warmth of him, and the subtle shaky breath he released. Crosshair leaned into your hand before he could stop himself.

His hand slowly lifted from his lap and closed around your wrist. Not to move you away, but to hold you there. His fingers curled carefully against your skin. You watched his throat bob as he swallowed. When his eyes finally opened again, his face had softened. "I love you, Cyar'ika." That's all that it took for the tears you had been holding in to slip down your cheeks. Your other hand came up to caress the other side of his face. A relieved breath escaped him. Then his arms slid around his waist, pulling you forward until you were standing between his knees. You melted into his instantly, your own arms sliding around his shoulders as he buried his face in the crook of your neck. Crosshair held you tightly against him. One arm was on your hip and the other pressed against your back. Your fingers slipped into his hair. The silver strands were softer than you remembered. Gently, you combed your hand through them, pushing them back form his face. Crosshair sighed into you, puffing warm air into your collarbone. The reaction made your chest ache with affection. For all his sharp edges and stubborn pride, he's always melted beneath simple acts of tenderness. His forehead brushed against the side of your neck as he tilted closer, seeking more of your touch. A smile tugged at your lips. "I love you too," you mumbled against his hair as you placed a kiss.

After a bit, he finally pulled back just enough to look at you. His hand rose immediately, thumb brushing under your eye. The pad of it caught the trail of the tears that still lingered there. His brows pulled together at the sight of them. "Hey," he spoke quietly. His hand slipped behind your neck, guiding your forward long enough for him to press a kiss against your forehead. Then he leaned back against the mattress, never letting go of you. "Come here." You didn't need to be told twice. Crosshair tugged you down with him until you were both stretched across the bed. You curled closer, resting your head against his chest.

It wasn't long before sleep had begun to pull you under, your eyes growing heavier with every slow stroke of his hand along your back. Nestled safely in his arms, you let yourself drift off, lulled by the steady rhythm of his breathing and the warmth of his embrace.

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Heyo!! Hope you guys like part two!! I love writing sweet lovey crosshair :3

[horocca]

ホロチェス(DEJARIK)のフィギュアで遊ぶグローグー

[horocca]

[jerasketches]

Old art post!

[thefrogdalorian]

Even amongst the terrifying ordeal of watching Din slip into a coma, Grogu still honoured and respected his father's way of life. Even as Din hovered perilously close to death, even when Din would have had no idea whether Grogu had removed his helmet or not, the child respected his father's creed.

In those moments, I'm sure that Grogu really wanted to use the force to remove Din's helmet so that he could check whether he was recovering. But no... the respect he showed for Din, by giving him water/feeding him by sticking his little claw beneath his helmet... it's so moving and such a testament to the depth of their bond.

And for such a tiny child to do all of that, to show such resourcefulness and bravery while keeping his dying dad's dignity in tact... my heart.. . it hurTS... also is someone chopping onions in here?????

[cassadix]

Crosshair NSFW alphabet

Tech version Hunter version

Star Wars Masterlist

A/N: CROSSHAIR MY BELOVED. I actually didn't like him during season 1 but then fell in love. I tend to fall in love with characters I hate at first lmao

Warnings: NSFW, smut, sexual content, minors do not interact, ‼️personal opinions‼️

Word count: 1651

Reblogs are very appreciated, since it helps my posts reach more people and motivates me to continue writing 🫶

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

He'll try to act very casual about it. Aftercare? Pfffft, he doesn't need that. He'll act as if he's doing you a favour by tending to you and cleaning you both up. He'll wrap his arms around you like "ughhh, if you really insist", but inside he'll feel super warm and giddy. TOUCH STARVED CROSSHAIR SUPERMACY.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

On himself, he really likes his hands. And he definitly has something to be proud of cause HAVE YOU SEEN THEM?!

When it comes to you, he's an ass guy. Seeing you in shorts or seeing how your ass jiggles while he fucks you from behind really gets him gping.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He's a huge clean freak, so he really doesn't like it when cum gets on stuff. He'd rather finish inside of you, if you let him. If either of you makes a mess, he starts feeling pretty gross as soon as the sex is over.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Secretly wants to be dommed and brat tamed. Although he will NOT bring it up. Ever. You might figure it out, though, and if you do, he might let you do it ocassionaly. But not too often, he needs to be in a specific mood. And only after you're way into your relationship.

Secret praise kink.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He has a lot of experience with rough sex: stuff like quickies, domming, one night stands, etc. It was always usually about releasing the pent up frustration, though. He knows what he's doing, but it'll take a bit for him to prioritze your pleasure more and allow himself to show emotions.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Doggy style plus pining you against any surface.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Do sarcastic comments count? Otherwise he's not very humorous.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Grey, the same as on his head. He keeps it very well trimmed at all times — not exactly bare, but definitly not too grown out.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Depends how much he trusts you and how far along you are in your relationship. At the beggining it'll be purely physical. Then, slowly, oh so slowly, he'll start letting his guard down, and sex will become a way for him to show his love for you.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

That entirely depends on how much privacy he has. When he's travelling on the Marauder with his squad, he practically doesn't jerk off, except some quick rare moments in the shower when he really needs it. With the close quaters they share, he hates the idea of Hunter hearing even as much as a hitch in his breath. It usually ends up with him being more snarky and rude, though, cause he's super pent up. f he has more privacy, like after settling down on Pabu and getting his own room, he'll do it quite a bit as a stress reliever if you're not there. If you are there, however, he much prefers having sex with you instead. He'll sometimes start jacking off when he knows you'll come in soon. Then, when you freeze in the door, he'll just give you a lazy smile. "What, are you not going to join me?"

Even when he's with you, though, he still sometimes wants to indulge in his strictly me-time. He will NOT be caught then. And if you do somehow catch him, he'll get rude and irritated.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Gunplay, sort of. Is it still gunplay if it's his rifle? Bondage, blindfolds, pain kink, begging, edging/orgasm delay/orgasm denial, brat taming, discipline, gags, handcuffs, overstimulation, kneeling for him, punishment, dirty talkkkkk, you get the gist. Just generally a lot of BDSM stuff.

Oh, and authority kink. If you used to be someone with a higher rank than him, he's folding. Wear your uniform and he'll be on his knees calling you your rank.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

He'll do it anywhere that's private, but his favourite's are your shared bed (since he can take his time with you there and it's comfortable) and the shower (because it's cleaner).

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

He surprisingly gets really turned on by watching you handle his rifle. Maybe it's because he doesn't let other people touch it and it feels intimate to him, or maybe it's because there's something really erotic about seeing your hands cleaning it.

He also gets riled up from arguing with you. Not like serious arguments where you hurt each other, but the petty teasing. Seeing you angry just does something to him. Plus seeing you threaten someone or fight. Ugh, he's so into it.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Anything too messy. So anything like cum play, period sex, watersports, food play etc is immediately off the table. He might compromise about some things if it's a really big deal to you but he won't do it often and probably only in the shower lol

No degradation either. He's way more sensitive than he lets on. And he'd never want to make you feel bad either. Sure, he's snarky and rude a lot, but he has boundaries that he won't cross, especially with you.

Plus anything in public is an immediate no from him. He's really private, and he gets vulnerable a lot during sex with you, because he trusts you. I know I said he's usually not very emotional during sex, but there will always be something shining through, at least with you. Anyone else seeing him like that is a nightmare.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He just slightly prefers receiving. Seeing your mouth wrapped around his cock as you stare up at him is just something he could never forget. But he is good at giving too, he just feels a little vulnerable doing it, especially when it's not on the bed and he's kneeling for you instead. So he'll do it a lot more after he starts to seriously trust you and feel comfortable with you. And he's GREAT with his tounge. Seriously. Have you seen him and those damn toothpicks?

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Oh, definitly fast and rough, especially at the beggining. With time, as he learns to trust you more — and finally feels comfortable enough to be vulnerable with you — he'll be slow and sensual more often. But even then, more times than not he'll be on the fast and rough side.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

As often as he can. Sure, he'd rather take his time, but it's not always possible. He's not opposed to quickies at all. Fucking you quickly roughly and making you scream his name is definitly a yes.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Depends what kind of risks. He'll never risk you two getting caught. He's up for most other things, though, except those mentioned in N = No.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He can definitly last pretty long, and he can also go for like 3 to 4 rounds until he's done, sometimes more.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

I feel like he's a bit like Maul in this area. The thought of you needing toys when you have him makes him feel weird, and not in the good way.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Is this seriously a question? This is Crosshair, the king of teasing. Teasing is like a second nature to him.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He's pretty quiet, especially at the beggining. Really muffles the noises he makes. Curses (especially Mando'a), low grunts, heavy breathing, hitches in his breath, dirty talk.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

I headcanon that he feels a lot of emotions during sex. Before you, it was a way for him to unwind and get out of his head for a while. But with you, it's so much different, so much more. He's never been good with words. Or with realizing his emotions, for that matter. And I feel like one time it would just suddenly hit him. He'd cover his face with his arm because it's just suddenly too much, and what do you mean he's crying? He's not crying, you're crying! Ha, he must've fucked you so good you're seeing things. Ha. Ha.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

He's definitly a bit less girthy than the regs. I mean, he's skinny, so it tracks. He's also long, though, like 9 inches, so it evens out.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Pretty high, especially since getting with you. For him it's a stress reliever, plus a way for him to say how much he cares about you without using his words. He's not very good at words, and one of his love languages is physical touch.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He usually waits for you to fall asleep first. He'll let you rest your head on his chest, maybe even swing your leg over him, while he strokes your back gently. When you fall asleep, he'll also spend some time just staring at you with a surprisingly soft expression on his face.