#bad batch x reader

[meshla-cyarika]

[areyoufuckingcrazy]

what if like. bad batch x reader where reader is a medic (HUNTER CANT DO EVERYTHING HES TIRED 😭) whom they have hired and taken in as part of the team. she’s really understanding and sweet and the type to call all her patients ‘sweetie, or honey, or baby’ in like an ‘i know it hurts, sweet boy just a teeeeny little prick, okay?’ sort of way. so the batch like all separately start to have teeny little crushes.

“Just a Teeny Prick, Sweetheart”

Bad Batch x Reader

Hunter was tired.

Exhausted, really. The kind of tired that seeps into the marrow of your bones, the kind that sleep doesn’t fix anymore. He was holding his squad together with sheer willpower, dwindling rations, and stim packs, and Tech had said something the other day that actually stuck:

“Statistically, it would be more efficient to outsource a trained medic. We are ill-equipped for sustained self-triage.”

That, paired with Wrecker nearly bleeding out after a skirmish on Corellia because someone (Echo) had “accidentally” used the wrong bacta dilution, finally pushed Hunter to agree.

You came highly recommended.

And you were… different.

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The first time they saw you in action, you were crouched over Wrecker’s arm, cooing at him like he was a scared child.

“I know it stings, baby. Just a teeny prick, okay? You’re doing so good, honey.”

Wrecker—literal tank of a man, bruiser of nightmares—was blushing.

Like, full-body, ears-pink, avoiding-eye-contact blushing.

Hunter stood behind you blinking slowly. Tech actually stopped typing. Echo raised an eyebrow. Crosshair made a noise in his throat that might have been a suppressed laugh.

You, of course, were oblivious to the storm you’d just kicked off.

“All done!” you announced brightly, patting Wrecker’s arm as you bandaged it up. “You were so brave, sweetheart. Go on, get yourself a treat.”

Wrecker beamed. Like a puppy who’d been told he was a good boy.

And from that moment on, everything changed.

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Hunter didn’t mean to stare. He really didn’t.

But he started noticing things.

The way your voice softened when you worked on him—“Deep breath, baby. In and out, just like that—good boy.”—and he’d nearly dropped dead right there. The way your hands lingered just a second too long when you pressed a bacta patch to his ribs. How your touch didn’t hurt even when it should.

He’d caught himself looking at you more than once while you cleaned your kit or tucked your hair behind your ear. You hummed while organizing supplies. You smelled like sterile wipes and something sweet. You called him “darlin’” once and he had to physically leave the room.

He started volunteering for med checks even when he was fine. “Just making sure I’m cleared for the next mission.”

You smiled every time. “Of course, sweet boy.”

Hunter was not okay.

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Tech was confused at first. Your bedside manner was… statistically illogical. Surely grown men didn’t need to be called “sugar” or “darlin’” to survive triage.

And yet—

“You did amazing, sweetheart,” you said once, after removing a shard from his thigh. “So still, such a good patient.”

He’d never flushed so fast. His datapad nearly slipped from his fingers. The next day, he updated your medical database for efficiency—and also uploaded a music playlist that made you beam and say “Oh! This is perfect, thank you sugar.”

He recalibrated your scanner after that.

And your med droid.

And the lighting in the medbay.

And then started inventing reasons to come back. “Mild tinnitus,” “possible corneal abrasion,” “a faint ache in my ankle.” All documented. All excuses.

He was fine.

He was not fine.

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Echo didn’t trust you at first. Too soft-spoken. Too sweet.

But then he watched you work during a firefight—calm under pressure, patching him mid-cover behind crates while blaster fire flew overhead.

You were gentle, but you didn’t flinch. Not once.

“You’re okay, baby. I’ve got you. Just keep pressure there, that’s it.”

He looked at you sideways, something twisting in his chest.

Later, after the fight, you came to check his stitches. “You really held it together,” you said with a warm smile. “Tough cookie.”

He snorted. “I’ve been called worse.”

You tilted your head. “Well, I call you Echo. And you’re one of my favorites.”

He didn’t know what to say. He just nodded and looked away.

And when you touched his metal arm without flinching—even thanked him for holding his own gauze—he felt… seen.

He was used to being patched up. But not to being cared for.

Now he sits just a little closer to you at meals. Offers you the first ration bar. He pretends not to notice when you call him “honey” again.

But he does.

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Crosshair didn’t say anything for a long time.

He watched you. A lot. Silently. Unnervingly.

He noticed how your hands didn’t shake, how your tone stayed steady. You never flinched from his scars. You never forced him to speak.

One day, you caught him cleaning his rifle with a nasty cut on his hand.

“Cross,” you said gently, crouching beside him. “That’s gonna get infected, baby. C’mere.”

He raised a brow. “You call all your patients baby?”

You smirked. “Only the stubborn ones.”

He let you clean it. Didn’t complain once. Not even when you blew gently on the wound before bandaging it. His ears turned red, though.

“You’re good at this,” he said quietly.

You winked. “Don’t tell the others. They’ll want special treatment.”

He definitely did not steal one of your gloves to keep in his kit later.

Definitely not.

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Wrecker had it bad.

From the second you cooed at him and called him “sweet boy,” he was gone.

He came to you for everything. Paper cuts. Headaches. “Funny feelings in his tummy” that were totally not butterflies. He’d pretend to limp just to get you to touch his shoulder.

And you? You were so nice about it.

“Oh, baby, you poor thing. Let me kiss it better.”

You didn’t actually kiss it. But he thought about asking. Just once.

He made you a little plushie out of spare parts and gave it to you with a bashful grin. “It’s you! Well, kinda. I made it ‘cause you always take care of us.”

You squealed. Hugged it to your chest. “This is the cutest thing anyone’s ever made me!”

Wrecker nearly passed out.

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Eventually…

You start to notice.

How they hover just a little too long. How they all suddenly have “injuries” every time you do inventory. How they flinch slightly—but in a good way—when you call them sweetheart.

One night, you say it out loud at dinner.

“You boys sure do get hurt a lot. Almost like you’re doing it on purpose.”

They all freeze.

Then Echo coughs. Tech pushes up his goggles. Wrecker drops a fork. Crosshair mutters, “Told you it was obvious.” And Hunter—poor Hunter—rubs the back of his neck and avoids your eyes.

You lean forward, resting your chin in your hand with a smile.

“It’s okay,” you say sweetly. “I don’t mind being the team’s favorite. As long as I get paid in compliments.”

Wrecker nearly yells, “YOU’RE SO PRETTY.”

Tech immediately corrects, “Statistically, she has extremely symmetrical features.”

Crosshair sighs. “Maker, you’re all pathetic.”

Hunter just looks at you, dead serious. “You keep us together. You matter.”

You blink. A little stunned.

Then you grin. “Guess I better stock up on bacta patches, huh?”

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[keiosity]

How they kiss you | The Bad Batch

CONTENT: How each Bad Batch member kiss you, and what kind of a kisser they are <3

RATING: SUGGESTIVE

VIEWER DISCRETION IS ADVISED!

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HUNTER

Hunter's kisses are grounding, and he'd be the type of kisser who fully immerses himself into it. Gets easily lost in the heat of your body, with your scent and your softness.

It's steady, careful, and lingers even after you parted for air. He'll definitely use a thumb to brush your bottom lip, and he tracks the motion with that heavy look in his eyes.

Forehead and corner-of-the-mouth kisses.

His kisses are the kind that leaves you wanting for more. It's addictive, the weight and scent of him always lures you in.

You CANNOT convince me otherwise that he'll pull away just to whisper something under his breath. "You taste so sweet, mesh'la" before capturing your lips again. It's always something different every time, he just wants you to know the effect you have on him.

It's sweet, yet meaningful. It's protective the way he does it, and he takes this chance to breathe you in. Just to memorize your scent, and to let it stay longer on his senses. He won't just carry your scent, he'll remember you on him wherever he goes.

The way his mouth moves against yours is honestly hypnotic. He memorizes the hitch of your breath, the little sounds you make, the way you lean in when he pulls back, and the sound of your heartbeat beating softly beneath your chest.

Sometimes, he releases his own sounds to get you all hot and bothered. He knows exactly what it does to you. Then, he licks your lower lip, pushes himself hard into you, tightens his grip on your waist and neck. Just to hear your heartbeat jump and stutter.

Most of the time, his kisses are light. Calm and unhurried. But then, it gradually deepens. Like he's trying to mold himself into you, and he wants to make a home on your lips—something he could always come back to.

He wouldn't admit it to you, but kissing you turns him on immediately. Because he's so focused on everything on you, and it's driving him crazy honestly. But he has self-control, and he will try to stop himself from being too much. Unless, you gave him permission otherwise.

After returning from a mission, or right after a successful battle, he kisses you out of relief. Then, passion. Until it turns hungry, and you're left gasping his name while he claims everything from you.

ECHO

Oh, THIS man. This man right here kisses you like the way he YEARNS. And when I tell you this, he is a YEARNER.

Always so tender, soft, and deliberate. He has faced death before, but with you? Oh, he's filled with so much life, he's scared it'll be taken away from him again.

Cheek kisses are his ultimate favorite, also scar kisses (my baby).

Before kissing you, he'll look at you with that soft warmth in his eyes, full of awe and disbelief, like he doesn't believe you're real—like you're his. And you are, but he's still afraid he's gonna wake up and think this is all just a dream.

But when he kisses you? It's full of aching adoration that makes you melt. It's the kind of kiss that reminds you of stars—breathtaking, beautiful, and memorable.

So, so unbelievably gentle. Like he's afraid you'll break if he presses harder, and if he breathes too much you'll vanish like smoke. Because he doesn't believe he deserves this, after everything he's been through, he knows all good things are fleeting.

But with you? Oh, he always kisses you like it's the last time he'll ever do so. Full of quiet desperation—the devotion of a soldier and the passion of a lover.

He'll gently cup your face—staring into your eyes—before leaning down to place a gentle kiss on your cheek. It always makes you feel warm, giddy, and above all, loved.

He loves playing with your hair while kissing you, just letting his fingers glide through your strands/curls to feel its softness.

His kisses can feel shy at first, maybe even hesitant and afraid, but they grow stronger with time. As though he's taking his time to memorize you in case you'll be gone the next day.

The way he kisses can feel sacred. Like he's worshipping you in every shared breath, praising you in every languid stroke of his tongue, and an oath that weaves itself on your lips—a declaration and a promise of his undying love.

TECH

My stars, this man kisses you like you're his next puzzle. It's analytical, it's curious. And it's somehow endearing the way he is precise about it.

Thoughtful, timid, yet intentional. He doesn't do half-hearted performances, and he always makes sure to erase every thought in your head save for him.

Knuckle and temple kisses are his go to <333

Tech's kisses are based on his observations. He catalogs every reaction he evokes from you. What would you do when he glides his hand up your sides? What would you sound like when he shifts his mouth to your jaw? Would you squirm when he tries to place his knee between your—

It's experimental in an obsessive way. He wants to learn everything about you. Your body, your smell, your sounds, your touches. He wants to document it all while he's lost in the taste of your lips.

It NEVER fails to make you smile when he takes one of your hands to place a chaste kiss on your knuckles, followed by that soft adoring look behind his goggles.

Though, I also have a feeling he doesn't have much experience with this. But that won't be a problem, he can learn from you. He will learn from you.

And oh, his goggles bump every time he chases after your lips or if he gets so into it. You end up laughing, pushing the cursed thing up his head, before pulling him back to another messy kiss.

Following the last one. Imagine the kiss quickly turns heated, and he's pushing himself deeper into you with a kind of eagerness that leaves your mind reeling. But then– he removes his goggles mid-kiss, throwing it over his shoulder, before diving right back in with a newfound vigor.

DEFINITELY very vocal. Oh, you will HEAR him every time you kiss. If you like your men loud and vocal, he's all yours.

He also loves it when he hears you too.

CROSSHAIR

Oh, this man. This man is a sniper for a reason, and once he has you on his sights—you are not getting away easily.

Sharp, intense, and accurate. The same way he handles his rifle. The same way he lines up his next shot and fires. It always leaves you breathless, dizzy, and caught in the crossfire of his heat.

Neck kisses are his absolute favorite, also behind the ear!

He likes to kiss you slowly, almost on purpose, then pulls away when he notices you wanting more. And the bastard has the audacity to smirk down at you. Before you could even walk off with an annoyed scowl, he's grabbing your arm and tugging you back with another kiss that burns you whole.

He has this habit of tilting his head every time the kiss deepens, like he's peering through the scope of his rifle. Targeting every weak point you have, until you're subjected to surrender to his mercy.

And gods, he bites. Your bottom lip, your jaw, your neck, your collarbone. Everywhere his lips descend to, everywhere his tongue marks. He bites it afterwards like he's staking a claim.

To be more specific, he finds the line of your throat so irresistibly tempting, and I'm dying on this hill. Also, collarbones. He likes to kiss and nip on the skin there whenever he has the chance to—a very possessive way of telling others you're taken.

He also has this habit of using the tip of his toothpick to poke you, before laying a kiss on the area. You should be used to it by now, but the sudden sharp prick out of nowhere always surprises you. At least the kiss that follows afterwards makes you less annoyed.

The way Crosshair kisses is very unpredictable. He could be impassive and fleeting one moment, and the next he's stealing all the air from your lungs by pressing you up against the wall and—

Also, he has this staring habit, more like glaring habit, when his gaze pierces right through you. But in reality, he's fixated on your lips. Your neck. Your nape. Your shoulders. And imagines his mouth right there.

Did I forget to mention, this man is a HUGE tease? He smirks in between kisses, pulls away just to see you glare at him, and comes right back to silence the curse perched on your tongue.

WRECKER

Oh, this man is the ULTIMATE kisser. Absolute BIG fan of kissing. HUGE fan actually, can never get enough of it. Addicted is an understatement, he's OBSESSED with kissing you. Gosh, it makes him all fluttery, giddy, and lovesick.

Full, deep, and overwhelming. But all in a good way! He's just so happy and excited whenever he kisses you. His kisses are the kind that leaves you smiling from ear to ear, they make your heart pump louder and cheeks warm from the energy of it all.

LIP KISSES! But also, nose kisses <3

LOVES to pepper your face with smooches until you're laughing and your sides hurt from it. Again, with the cuteness aggression. He just can't help himself, okay? You're just too irresistible to him!

He WILL pout when you move your head away or push his off. Watch a 6'6" man, a literal war SOLDIER, march right off wearing the saddest expression you'd ever see. The only remedy? Kiss him, of course! And he'll immediately revert to his lovesick self, chasing after your lips for more.

He kisses you like a victory, like he's coming home from battle and you're his treasured prize. Swoops you off of the ground, attacks you with a bear hug, nuzzles his face against yours. Before kissing right then and there. Please, that's all he takes to make him happy.

100% obsessed with your lips. Their shape. Their color. The feeling of them on his. Every time you talk about something, he's stuck with that dreamy look and a stupid grin on his face.

And his hands, stars, his hands are always on your hips. He just likes the way he could grab something soft and plush and squeezes.

Also LOVES surprise kisses. The kind that makes you stop and stare at him, wide-eyed, and he's just giggling to himself at the dumbfounded look on your face.

He grins into the kiss, because it fills him with a kind of adrenaline that makes his heart beat faster. He is so down for the cuddling + kissing combo.

Sometimes it's messy. Especially when he's too enthusiastic or when you haven't seen each other for a while. And he's pulling you onto his lap, large arms around your frame, as the kiss starts from innocent and fun—to something else filled with ragged growls, wandering hands, and one aggressive make out session.

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Masterlist

[cassadix]

Hunter NSFW alphabet

Tech version Crosshair version

Star Wars Masterlist

A/N: This one is FILTHY, you guys. Seriously. I'm so obsessed with this man it's not even funny.

Anyway, posting this early and two posts today. May the fourth be with you 🫶

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

Word count: 1792

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

Okay, here's the thing. He's a gentleman. He WANTS to give you aftercare. But the reality is, he's an absolute MESS after sex. Think absolutely out of it for at least half an hour, if not more. It's due to his hightened senses. So it'll probably be you giving him aftercare — or at least leading it — not the other way around.

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

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

His favourite part on himself is his hair, if that counts. He loves when you pull him by it, of course, but he's also generally just proud of it.

On you, he loves your smile. It sounds cliche but it has a way of cheering him up even when he's tired and sad. Secretly, though, he also absolutely LOVES your ass. When you put on some shorts during a hot day on Pabu, his brain literally short-circuted. His jaw was on the floor. Crosshair still teases him about it.

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

Anywhere you'll let him. Though he prefers coming inside you or on your chest/stomach. He might also secretly want to cum on your face but he's a gentleman and he won't bring it up out of fear of you taking it as him wanting to degrade you.

He also LOVES your cum. He has a slight oral fixation (see K=kink) and one of his favourite sexual activities is going down on you/sucking you off. He'll lick and swallow every last drop. If you're afab, he also loves it when you squirt.

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

He's obsessed with marking you. It's strong and primal for him. He's obsessed with smelling himself on you (see: K=kink). Though you'll probably have to figure out most of his kinks on your own cause he's a bit scared you'll find him disgusting.

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

He knows what he's doing, in theory. But he has no practical experience with anything other than his hand. He wanted to, don't get me wrong. But he learned early on that sex leaves him very defensless and vulnerable due to his heightened senses so he never really trusted anyone before you enough to let go like that.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

He prefers positions where you're on top, since he can fully let himself go (without worrying he'll fall on you from overstimulation)

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

He's not opposed to making jokes but it's rare he'll crack one. It's usually him letting out a breathless chuckle at something you say. He's usually too overhelmed to think of anything, his mind is on you and you alone.

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

He keeps it trimmed to a very specific lenght. Not short enough to not be there completely — since it itches when he shaves it fully and it starts to grow again — but pretty short. It's a sensory thing. When it does grow out sometimes on long missions, it's surprisingly straight. Not FULLY straight but there's definitly no curls there.

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

Depends on the situation. More often than not, though, he'll be way more romantic after he comes down from the high. HOWEVER, if his focus that night is solely on you and your pleasure, he'll be the biggest romantic and gentleman.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Rarely. Not because he doesn't have needs but because it's rare he gets enough time to himself without the risk of one of his brothers walking in on him. If he has the required privacy, he'll rub one out a few times a week but not every day. Usually as a way to relieve stress or because you're away and he's thinking about you *wink wink*.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Scent kink. If you're dirty and don't shower for a while and your scent is purely YOU, no artificial smells, just the smell of your skin, dirt and sweat? Oh, he's a goner. Sensory depravation, but only if he REALLY trusts you, as that usually sends him into blind panic otherwise. Edging/orgasm denial. Hair pulling. Just generally messing with his senses. If you do any of the messing with senses, though, he'll be exhausted, will need a lot of aftercare, and will probably only last one round. It'll be worth it, though.

Blindfolding/gagging/restraining you with his bandana. It surprises even him but when you happen to call him "Sarge" once during sex, he literally cums right then and there. Knife play. Oral fixation. Period sex. Maybe even a bit of watersports/omorashi for the sensation + marking aspect. Did I mention he loves to mark you with his cum? Yeah. And perhaps a biiiit of a breeding kink. He's generally into the more natural and primal things. Can you tell he's one of my favourites by how many kinks I put in here? Lmao

Like I mentioned before, he's a bit worried you'll be disgusted if he brings any of it up, so although he might mention the edging, hair pulling, bandana, and such things, you'll have to figure out the more "nasty" ones yourself.

Oh, and he's totally a switch.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Your bedroom. Or any private room, for that matter. But ACTUALLY private and at least temporarily yours, since he'll need a bit to come back from the high.

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

Your scent. You wearing shorts. You using his bandana to tie your hair (if you have it). You calling him "seargant". You in your armour. You straddling him/restraining him during training. You giving out orders. You.

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

Anything that could hurt you. Also age play and daddy kink. It weirds him out. And nothing with sensory overstimulation. He gets that for free, no need for trying.

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

He'll never turn down a good old blowjob but he definitly prefers giving. Just burying his face in your pussy/ass and eating you out or sucking your dick with his nose buried in your pubes. The taste, the smell, he loves everything about it.

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

That highly depends on the mood. He can be fast and rough, but sometimes a certain mood will hit and he'll want to properly worship you and make love to you rather than fuck you.

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

Quickies are unfortunately off the table due to his sensory issues. The long time it takes him to come back to himself kinda defeats the entire purpose.

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

He's open to try literally anything except for the few things I've mentioned above. It's hard to put him off. However, he'll never do anything risky in the terms of your shared health. And he won't do anything in public, or even semi-public. Or at least he won't be on the receiving end. He doesn't mind pleasuring you in semi-public/risky places, but it'd be dangerous for him to do due to — again — his senses.

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

At first, he'll shoot FAST. This man has no experience and super heightened senses. The first time he'll probably cum in his pants like before you even properly touch him. And he'll be out of it for a while. He'll be super embarrassed and apologectic after. And he'll definitly make it up to you. His heightened senses also help him stay in tune with your body so he'll know exactly what you need and he will be AMAZING at giving you pleasure from the very beggining, despite his lack of experience. With time, he'll learn to last longer and he'll usually last just slightly shorter than he would've with normal senses.

He can go for a few rounds, too. His refractory period is pretty short. Though if you go for more than one or two rounds, he'll be EXHAUSTED afterwards. So it's reserved for special ocassions. He does always make sure you cum at least three or four times though, if not more.

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

He's open to toys. He's confident enough in his skills that he doesn't feel threatened by you suggesting toys. But he won't suggest it himself. Not because he's opposed to it, but simply because he just wouldn't think of it.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He doesn't really have the patience to tease you, to be honest. It's more likely you'll be teasing him than the other way around.

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

Oh, he is LOUD. Think a lot of pathetic noises like whimpers, loud moaning, but also some low grunts and even some screaming (especially during orgasms). He's got a wiiide range of sounds. Not only due to his senses but also because with you he can finally fully let go. He'll be especially loud when you dom him. He's also surprisingly — or not — good at dirty talk.

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

This is a common headcanon but his tattoo is not only on his face. I'll just leave this here.

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

Okay, so for this one I might have analyzed a bunch of pictures and gifs from later seasons when he had THOSE PANTS and his bulge was showing. Yea, I did it. Sue me. (Example for reference)

I think he packs good 7 inches and he's fairly girthy, just enough to stretch you well but not enough to hurt.

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

Pretty high at the beggining. He has a looot pent up. Especially since he essentialy needs a longer period of privacy to jerk off and he doesn't get that with his brothers. With time, though, it'll go down to pretty average. It'll still be very easy to get him riled up, though.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Usually he's really exhausted but it takes him a bit to wind down and get his senses under control.

[snowflorets]

“Tech Learns What Jealousy Is”

CT-9902 | Tech x F! Jedi Reader

Word Count: 3.7k

Summary: Tech never expected Clone Force 99’s new Jedi general to become such an important part of his life. He especially never expected to feel jealous when her attention starts drifting elsewhere.

Tags: tech yearning, jealous tech, slow realization that he’s jealous, tech being bad at feelings, unrequited love (sorta), written from tech’s pov

A/N: this is my first time ever uploading on Tumblr and it’s pretty dang confusing so sorry if this was like awkwardly layed out?? this is also surprisingly my first time writing a one shot and writing romance, so i’m open to critiques. English is not my first language so expect some grammatical errors. that’s all, really, I hope you enjoyed this as much as I enjoyed writing it! thank you <3

AO3

Tech’s POV

Tech remembered the moment the transmission went through. “Clone Force 99 is to return to Kamino to be assigned a Jedi general.” He remembered thinking about how pointless and redundant it was. They were operating perfectly fine without any help from the Jedi, so why would they need one now? Or ever, for that matter. Yet, there was nothing he could do to change that. All he could do is to steer the Marauder back to Kamino, just as they were expected to.

“Ooh, who do you think we’ll get?” Wrecker asked from behind him, tapping his feet excitedly to the floor.

“Hopefully they will give us someone competent,” Tech answered. His only wish is that the Jedi they are assigned to will be someone more intelligent than his brothers, which is not a high bar to clear.

“I bet you they won’t last more than a month with us,” Crosshair commented bitterly, moving the toothpick around inside his mouth.

Wrecker is undeterred by his snark comment. “Well, whoever they give us, I hope they’re someone awesome! I mean, we get to see a lightsaber up close!”

Hunter sighed tiredly, running his hand through his hair. “Just, let’s not give them a hard time. Play nice.”

Tech scoffed. He always acted nice, he just needed to know if the other person deserved his ‘kindness’ or not. For example, regular clones or regs. With the exception of Commander Cody. They’ve always been outcasted by the regs, bullied and mocked for their appearance. It doesn’t matter though, most of them ended up in maintenance work anyway. How does he know that? He hacked the Kaminoan’s database and saw the info, obviously.

Thunder roared outside and turbulence rocked the ship. Tech approached the open hangar as the ship slowly began to lower. He’s done this hundreds, if not thousands of times already. The landing went smoothly as always. He got up from his seat and joined the rest of his brothers. Hunter opened the door and exited first.

The blinding white light of Kamino greeted his eyes, wiping away the tiredness. Tech adjusted his goggles, the world blurry for a second before coming back to focus once the angle was right. He smiled in satisfaction before proceeding to lead his brothers to the meeting area.

When the door opened, Nala Se and Jedi Master Shaak Ti stood there next to someone. You must be our new Jedi general, Tech assumed. He stepped in first and his brothers filed in after. Hunter stepped forward, nodding his head to Master Shaak Ti, “General.”

“Thank you for coming on such a short notice,” Master Shaak Ti said, nodding back to Hunter.

“Of course,” Hunter replied, his eyes drifting to you. “So, is this our new general?”

“Yes,” Master Shaak Ti replied before nudging you. “You may introduce yourself.”

You nodded, taking a step forward and bowed. “Nice to meet you, my name is (Y/N). I’ve heard many great things about your squad. I look forward to working with you.”

Hunter seemed stunned at the politeness before quickly recovering. “Nice to meet you too, General. The name’s Hunter.” He went on to explain everyone’s role in the squad. Starting from Crosshair, Wrecker before finally, Tech. You smiled and nodded at each one of them.

“(Y/N) actually just recently became a Jedi Knight, hence why I think she’s the perfect fit for your squad,” Master Shaak Ti explained.

“Jedi Knight (Y/N) will be assigned to your squad temporarily. I will monitor the compatibility since Clone Force 99 is known for their unorthodox way of… handling things,” Nala Se added.

Tech expected for you to just nod and agree with the Chief Scientist, which would mean you’re offhandedly mocking them. But he didn’t expect for you to instead laugh before saying, “Don’t worry too much about me. I can handle myself just fine and their squad seems fun too.”

Wrecker nudged him on the side and whispered loudly to his ear, “I like her.”

Tech shook his head at the volume but quietly agreed anyway. You didn’t seem half-bad. After a few more formal jargons, Hunter and you shook hands. Nala Se and Master Shaak Ti left the room after making sure you were alright. Master Shaak Ti placed her hands on your shoulder one last time before finally leaving. You observed them once more and Tech found himself nervous under your watchful eye. What did you think of them?

“Well then, what’s our first mission together, Sargeant?” You asked Hunter with a playful glint in your eyes.

He turned to Tech. Which in turn, made you shift your attention fully onto him, waiting for him to say something. Tech composed himself before answering, “Apologies. I’ve just received the transmission, but we are to leave for Felucia.”

“Let’s go, shall we?” You proposed, adjusting your robe as you moved across the room.

Everyone still seemed wary but followed you nonetheless. You walked alongside them in silence. Tech kept throwing glances at you, analyzing you silently inside his head. So far, the only thing he noticed is the two lightsabers clipped onto your belt and how utterly captivating your eyes were.

They are so warm and inviting, he can practically feel the kindness flowing out of it. Your eyes held no judgement against them. There was no hatred or disgust. He was fascinated by it, no one has looked at them that way before. Not the Kaminoan scientists and definitely not the regs. He was so entranced that when he finally came to, he realized they were already back at the hangar.

There’s only one thing floating inside his mind now: How much he can’t wait to get to know their new Jedi general.

Your POV

When you first became a Jedi Knight, the first thing that came to mind is how proud you were for being able to reach that goal. But then another thought immediately followed afterwards: The Clone Wars.

War was something completely unfamiliar to you. The Republic had always been peaceful if not for a few conflicts occasionally. But those were easier times, back then they would’ve just sent a Jedi Master and their Padawan to handle it. Now? There’s several different parties coming together and they’ve somehow managed to drag clones into this.

You were perplexed at the idea. You’ve heard how they were bred specifically for the war, prepared since infancy to become soldiers. You’ve thought about how cruel it sounded. But the Republic didn’t really have a choice. Well, neither did the clones. They needed soldiers to be deployed throughout the galaxy. Still, you couldn’t be more grateful for their creation. Always look for the positives in life, your master would say.

Because if they weren’t created, how would you be able to meet them in the first place? Get to know them better? They weren’t mindless beings. It made it easier to connect with them, but also devastating when their life is lost. Each clone was unique and special with their own little quirks. And that is especially prevalent within your own squad.

Clone Force 99 had a reputation within the clones like no other. Before you were even assigned to them, you’ve heard a great many things about their squad. The Jedis would say they were very efficient at what they did. The Kaminoans would say that they are bad at taking orders but they’ll still get it done. The Clones would say to steer clear from them, that they’re dangerous and wild.

It was a mixed review, but you chose to see for yourself before making any judgement. Even though you knew the chances of meeting them would be small, they are just a squad consisting of four clones after all.

So, just your luck, that after your Knighting ceremony, you would get the news that you’ll be working together with Clone Force 99. It was as if the Force wanted you to see the answer for yourself.

Tech’s POV

True to his observations and analysis, the Jedi they are assigned to has been nothing but pleasant company. You were the perfect match with them, if he could say so himself. That might’ve been an exaggeration, but you deserve the highest praise. Even Crosshair’s hard built walls could not withstand the kindness you offered at every chance.

What should’ve been a temporary assignment ended up being permanent. You’ve been through many missions ever since. Around 57 times, he counted. Tech could go on and on about how impressive you were. How effortlessly you made it look when you sliced through the waves of battle droids. How you listened and followed his plans or suggestions. How you always looked after them when something went wrong.

Like this one time, they had a mission on some snowy planet. An explosive was set off, triggering an avalanche. Wrecker was nearly buried in the snow but you didn’t give up on him. You used the Force to lift him out just in time and you all made it back safely onto the ship.

How you would spend time with each of them to heal their wounds. On one of the many missions, they were ambushed. You were the only one who didn’t get hurt. You spent weeks nursing them back to health, forcing a very unpleasant Wrecker to take his daily medication. Tech chuckled at the memory.

He grew a deep sense of admiration towards you. He found you to be a reliable partner that helped improve the performance of the squad. Even more so after he found out that you were intelligent and knowledgeable too. Not as much as him, but still, compared to his brothers, you were much better company. You could actually keep up and participate actively in your conversations.

Tech greatly enjoyed the time spent together with you. Whether that be when he’s repairing the Marauder after a narrow escape or he’s building a new piece of technology.

It was also not uncommon for you to seek him out first whenever something on the Marauder malfunctioned, even when Hunter or Wrecker were closer. You claimed Tech explained things better than the others did. He found it most especially pleasant when you look at him with those bewitching eyes of yours. He couldn’t ask for a better Jedi, because you were already the best.

But that all changed when a new member was introduced to their squad. Echo.

Your eyes were now focused more on Echo instead. Before Echo joined the squad, your attention had belonged almost entirely to him. You used to spend hours beside him while he worked, asking questions about his modifications and theories even long after his brothers had grown bored of the discussion.

Tech remembered one particular night where you spent nearly three consecutive hours beside him while he recalibrated the Marauder’s navigation system. Even after midnight, you continued asking questions about hyperspace algorithms despite visibly struggling to stay awake.

Hunter eventually had to drag you away to rest while you protested tiredly from the doorway that Tech had not finished explaining one of his calculations yet. But now? Tech found those conversations cut shorter more frequently than before. Sometimes you would leave to check on Echo instead.

The change itself was not drastic. In fact, objectively speaking, most would likely fail to notice it at all. But Tech noticed. He always noticed. Tech wouldn’t admit it out loud, he knew he was being irrational. Echo had gone through so much after Skako Minor, he didn’t deserve any of that. It was also in your nature to bring comfort and security to others. But that didn’t stop the annoyance that bubbled up.

Could it be… Was he jealous? He’s only ever read about descriptions of it but he didn’t felt like it perfectly represented his emotions at the moment. No. He pushed the thought away. Of course not. That’s not possible. For jealousy to be present would mean that he would had to have feelings for the other person. He shook his head and focused on his datapad instead.

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Tech would often hear you praise Echo. “I think your cybernetics are cool. Don’t ever feel ashamed of it, you hear me?”

“Ah, thank you, General,” Echo mumbled shyly.

“If you’re experiencing any discomfort, let me know, okay? I’ll try to see if the GAR could issue you some of the more newer cybernetics.” With that, you stood up from your spot to enter your bunk and contact someone through your comlink.

He noticed how much you were spending time with Echo, how it spiked up to 42 minutes more than usual. It also wasn’t lost on him how on every chance, Echo would opt to sit beside you. Why haven't you treated him this way anymore? Why haven’t you praised him the way you had with Echo?

Tech’s grip around his datapad unconsciously became tighter. He grit his teeth at the question gnawing inside his mind. Okay, he needs to calm down. This is getting out of hand. Think of a way to win her attention back subtly, Tech. He closed all tabs that he had opened and started anew. He began listing all possible ways he could do to draw your attention.

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A few days later, you were fiddling with the caf machine. Tech had just entered the ship after performing a modification outside when he noticed your furrowed brows. Perfect. He approached you, “Allow me.”

“Oh, sure. Go ahead.” You stepped aside and allowed him to inspect the machine.

Tech ran a quick diagnostic on the faulty machine. Within seconds, he managed to find the issue and fixed it. He brewed your usual evening caf and handed the steaming cup to you. You took it graciously and smiled, “Thanks, Tech.”

“Of course, are there any other problems you’ve encountered?” He silently hoped there was more, wanting to increase his daily time spent with you. Even if it’s just for a few more minutes.

“Hmm…” You hummed in thought before shaking your head. “Nothing for now, but if I find one, I’ll be sure to let you know.” You took a sip from your caf and sighed. “Thanks again, Tech. I’m gonna go and meditate now.”

Tech could only nod as he watched your figure retreat outside. His body felt warm at the compliment he just received. Finally, after weeks of not hearing it. For a brief moment, Tech wondered if perhaps he had been overthinking everything after all. He smiled in satisfaction and quickly wrote down what happened on his notes. How glad he is to have his recording on. At least now he can look back at the footage and observe your smile.

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Echo’s new cybernetics upgrade finally arrived. The whole day is spent on helping him adjust to it. Tech was tasked to perform a few tests on him to make sure his mobility was stable. He couldn’t really stay focused though as he felt your gaze was on him.

Once he confirmed that Echo was doing fine, you jumped up from your spot and walked up to Echo. “Congratulations! I’m so glad you finally got those upgrades!”

Echo laughed at your enthusiasm. “It’s all thanks to you, General. I’m the one who should be thanking you.”

Your cheeks flushed slightly, “Ah, it was nothing. You deserve it anyways.”

Echo smiled. He glanced past you briefly, his gaze landing on Tech for only a second before something unreadable crossed his expression.

Tech watched the interaction silently. He waited for you to sing him praise but… nothing. You fawned over Echo’s new upgrades along with the rest of his brothers. Tech’s gaze lowered to the floor. A new plan started brewing inside his head.

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“What is it that you want me to see, Tech?” you asked as Tech led you to the cockpit.

“It’s a surprise,” his answer was short. He had spent the last two days upgrading his goggles. He was hoping it would impress you the same way it did with Echo’s upgrade.

Once he made sure none of his brothers were there to overhear, he sat you down on the copilot seat while he sat on the pilot seat. He swiveled the chair and picked up a small box from the side. He took a deep breath and nervously opened it.

You raised your brows, “Oh?”

“It’s my newly improved pair of goggles,” Tech proudly announced.

You nodded and clapped your hands. “What does it do that the old one didn’t?”

“I upgraded the scanning system, expanded the recording storage, and integrated a predictive combat algorithm,” Tech explained casually, as though he had not spent the last forty-eight hours rebuilding half the internal circuitry of his goggles.

He handed the goggles carefully to your hands, relishing the soft feeling when your hands briefly brushed against his. The contact lasted less than a second, yet Tech found himself thinking about it long after you had already adjusted the goggles over your eyes. Now, he just needed to wait for your praise. He wonders, which feature are you going to praise?

You brought the goggles closer and tried it on. It was nauseating at first, but after a couple minutes, your vision finally adjusted. “Wow… You’re impressive, Tech.”

He felt his brain short circuited. “O-of course,” he stammered.

You giggled at his response before continuing, “I can see how this would help you on the battlefield. Still, I’m more impressed how you don't feel like you’re gonna throw up when wearing these.”

“It gets better over time, eventually,” Tech answered. The response was not what he had anticipated. Yet somehow, hearing you praise him directly felt significantly more satisfying than admiration toward the goggles themselves would have.

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You were sitting with Echo now in the main area. Tech could only sit there and watch the two of you. What was wrong with him? Why was he feeling this way? After showing you his goggles, he left to reflect on his journal. He documented the precise feeling he experienced and did some research, but nothing conclusive was found. He felt his chest tightened when he heard you laugh at Echo’s jokes.

“Did you have to make it so obvious?” Crosshair suddenly said from behind him, startling Tech.

When he turned around to face him, he noticed that Hunter and Wrecker was also there. Wrecker had an obnoxious grin plastered on his face. Hunter just had a knowing smirk while Crosshair was scowling as usual.

“I don’t understand what you’re trying to convey,” Tech replied.

Crosshair groaned and took the toothpick out of his mouth and flicked it onto his forehead. “You really want me to spell it out to you? I thought you were the smartest out of all of us.”

Hunter gave Crosshair a disapproving look before sighing, “Tech. Don't think we’ve been blind,” Hunter said seriously.

Tech raised one eyebrow, still not understanding what message his brothers was trying to say. Wrecker finally caved and whispered, “We know you like like her, y’know?”

Tech’s eyes immediately widened and he felt his cheeks flushed. “W-what could possibly make you come to that conclusion?”

Crosshair chuckled at his reaction. “Like I said, you weren’t being subtle about it.”

Hunter smiled as he said, “We’ve seen how you look and act around her, Tech. No need to hide it around us.”

Wrecker nodded in agreement. “Yeah!”

Tech’s head seemed to be working faster than before. Has he really been that obvious this entire time? So obvious that even his below average intelligence brothers could notice? How embarrassing. Tech stood up from his seat and took his toolbox. He said nothing as he shoved past his brothers to exit the ship. He needed to do something before his mind imploded.

He climbed up the Marauder and set his toolbox aside. He took a deep breath and exhaled. That wasn’t real. How long have they known then? No. He doesn’t even want to know. Tech brought up the ship’s schematics, going over his plan to upgrade the exterior of the ship. Once that’s done, he started working. His mind was on autopilot as his hands were busy, trying everything to forget what had just happened minutes prior.

He was so focused, he failed to notice another presence climbing up the Marauder. It was only after he heard his name rolling off your tongue did he snap out of his daze. “W-what?”

“There you are.” You grinned as you continued, “Everyone’s worried for you, they’re saying you’ve been acting differently these past few days. So, I’m here to check up on you.”

“That is not necessary,” Tech replied quickly. “I am perfectly fine.”

“Alright then, I believe you. What are you doing up here?”

“Just some minor fixing and upgrades. The Marauder took heavy damage from the last mission, I was planning to upgrade our shield system…” He stopped when he noticed you were staring. Maker help him, your eyes.

“That sounds like a great idea! Would you like some help? I think I remember you taught me some of the basics before…”

He cleared his throat, “Of course. An extra hand would be nice.”

Tech nearly dropped the hydrospanner from how close you were beside him. He continued his work as you occasionally helped him, either by holding a flashlight or handing him the tools that he asked. It brought him straight back to the first time he and you had spent time together.

“Good job, Tech,” you praised, like music to his ears. “You know, it’s been a while since we’ve done this. If you’re going to do some more upgrades, count me in, okay? It’s fun.”

You hopped off the Marauder and landed on the ground, you looked up at him. “Thank you, Tech. I’ll be off now.”

Tech nodded as he watched your figure retreat inside the Marauder. That’s when he realized: The thing he wanted was never actually praise. It was your attention specifically. Clones and Jedi were never meant to be together. Even if his affection was one sided, perhaps that was enough for him. To simply be someone you chose to stay beside.

[crosshairsbabygirl9904]

The Bad Batch When You Want Their Attention (HEADCANNONS)

Individual Bad Batch members x GN reader

Warnings: None, pure fluffy cloudsss, comfort, sweetness

not proof read lol it’s 3am 🥲😅

Headers by @moosgraphics 💖

HUNTER

Hunter sits on the floor of the Marauder, leaning his back against the cool bulkhead with a datapad balanced on his knee, deeply concentrated on sorting through the squad's supply logistics. His brow is furrowed, and his entire posture carries the heavy, tense weight of a stressed out leader. You don’t say a word to disrupt the silence at first. Instead, you simply walk over, slide yourself right under his arm, and tuck your head perfectly beneath his chin, wrapping your arms around his torso like a koala.

He freezes for a fraction of a second, completely caught off guard by the sudden weight, before a massive, soft sigh escapes his chest. You look up, resting your chin on his chest, and murmur softly,

 "Hunter, I want your attention."

Hunter moves the datapad onto the workbench next to him, his heavy, armored arm instantly wraps securely around your shoulders to pull you flush against him. Because of his enhanced senses, your sudden presence completely grounds him. He buries his face into your hair, breathing you in deeply, and begins making an incredibly soft, rhythmic humming sound in his throat, trait he only ever displays when he is one hundred percent relaxed.

"The datapad can wait," he whispers, his gravelly voice dropping to a soothing, private register as he presses a soft kiss to the crown of your head. "You're much more important to me, cyare.” He gently rubs his thumb against your arm, completely content to stay frozen in that exact position for hours just to keep you comfortable.

TECH

Tech is completely in his element at his workbench, goggles securely on and wires spilling across the table as he hyper focuses on fixing a broken terminal interface. His fingers move at lightning speed across the keys while he mumbles rapid calculations to himself, totally lost in his own world. You walk up directly behind his chair, lean over his shoulder, and gently rest your chin right on top of his head. When his typing doesn't stop, you take your hands and softly cup his face from behind, your fingers resting right over the strap of his goggles.

"Tech, I want your attention," you say softly, your voice cutting through his frantic muttering.

His hands instantly hover over the keyboard as a bright, geometric pink flush creeps up his neck and spreads across his cheeks. "I am currently handling live electrical currents, which makes this specific positioning highly illogical and potentially hazardous," he squeaks out, though he makes absolutely no effort to move away from your touch. The second you gently nuzzle his hair, he lets out a defeated little huff, carefully powers down his datapad, and pushes his goggles up onto his forehead.

Turning his chair around to face you, he grabs you by the waist and pulls you right into his lap, burying his face in your neck. "If you required companionship, you merely had to state the parameters," he murmurs, his voice dropping to an incredibly soft, shy register as his heart beats a mile a minute against your chest. "I will always adjust my schedule for you. The terminal interface is a fixed variable and your presence is... significantly more time-sensitive."

CROSSHAIR

Crosshair is lounging lazily on his bunk, chewing on a toothpick while staring blankly at the ceiling of the hold. He looks entirely unapproachable, radiating his usual cynical aura that effectively keeps the rest of the galaxy at a distance. You completely ignore the invisible barrier, climbing onto the narrow mattress and crawling right over his long legs until you lie down flat on top of his chest like a human blanket, resting your chin on his sternum.

You look straight up at him and say clearly, "Crosshair, I want your attention."

The toothpick immediately stops moving between his lips, and he rolls his eyes dramatically while letting out a small, possessive smirk. "You are incredibly needy today," he mutters, his voice a low, lazy drawl that lacks any real bite. He pretends to be annoyed by the disruption, but his large hands immediately find their way to your waist, tightening their grip to pull you up until your face is perfectly level with his.

He plucks the toothpick out of his mouth, tosses it onto a nearby shelf, and uses his long, steady fingers to gently tuck a stray piece of hair behind your ear. "Fine," he whispers, another tiny smirk forming on his lips as his thumb lingers to trace your cheekbone with uncharacteristic gentleness. "You win. But if you're going to use me as a mattress, you're trapped." He rolls over just enough to tuck you securely against his side, wrapping his long limbs over you completely so you can't escape even if you wanted to, before resting his chin on your head and closing his eyes.

WRECKER

Wrecker is sitting cross legged on his bunk, happily sewing a loose patch onto Lula while humming a loud, clunky clone marching cadence. He is absolutely bursting with physical energy, completely occupied with his favorite tooka doll. You walk directly into his line of sight, tug gently on the hem of his tank top, and open your arms wide.

You give him the absolute highest concentration of puppy-dog eyes you can muster and say, "Wrecker, I want your attention."

His eyes go wide as saucers, and he instantly drops everything he is holding. Lula falls to the floor and his sewing kit rattles against the frame, as a massive, radiant grin splits across his face. "CUDDLE TIME?!" he booms out at the top of his lungs. He immediately catches himself, clapping both hands over his mouth with a guilty look to ensure the noise didn't scare you, before whispering loudly, "I mean... cuddle time?"

He scoops you up into the biggest, warmest bear hug in the galaxy, lifting your feet completely off the deck and spinning you around once in the air before falling backward onto his bunk with you safely tucked on top of his chest. He acts like a walking radiator, making you feel like you've been wrapped in a heated blanket fresh out of the dryer. He reaches down to tuck Lula right between the two of you, rocking you gently from side to side. "You're the best, you know that?" he beams, wrapping his massive arms securely around your back. "We're staying like this forever! No one's allowed to wake us up!"

ECHO

Echo is standing near the cockpit threshold, intently reviewing tactical flight maps on a datapad in full soldier mode, his posture perfectly straight and serious as he checks off standard maintenance protocols. You walk up to his side, slide your fingers into his human hand, and gently interlock them.

You lightly tap a quiet cadence against the cool metal plating of his prosthetic arm, look up at him, and whisper, "Echo, I want your attention."

He blinks rapidly, his highly trained tactical brain completely short-circuiting at the sudden sensation. He looks down at your joined fingers, then up at your face, his cheeks turning a lovely shade of crimson in the dim lighting of the ship. "I... I was just completing the perimeter logs," he stammers, but the datapad is shut off instantly and clipped to his belt anyway as he squeezes your human hand back with an incredibly tender, protective grip.

He leads you over to the main bench, sits down, and pulls you right into his side. Because he is always a little self-conscious about his cybernetics, it completely melts his defenses when you take his prosthetic arm and comfortably rest it over your shoulder, showing him you love every single part of him. He leans his head against yours, letting out a soft, contented breath he didn't know he was holding. "I was getting tired of looking at those maps anyway," he admits softly, his thumb gently rubbing over your knuckles. "Thank you for stopping me. I'd much rather focus on you."

[onemass]

TBB x gn reader post-sex/aftercare headcanons

warnings: marking as 18+ just to be safe as obviously there is talk about sex, but there's nothing explicit. (18+)

Hunter:

Sex can be a little overwhelming for him just in terms of overstimulation/sensory overload. he's always pretty spent after and needs a few minutes to come back to himself. he'll bury his face in your neck or chest and go quiet, catching his breath and grounding himself in you. physical reassurance from you rather than verbal helps him alot, just gently rubbing his back or running your fingers through his hair. once he regains himself, his attention will turn to you and he'll lift his head to look at you, hand cupping your face as he asks "You alright?". his hand will trail down your body like he's physically checking that you're fine, lingering on any marks he left and brushing his thumb over them. if you need anything, he'll get it for you, but he really just wants to lie there and hold you. gets all quiet and thoughtful after sex, mostly thinking about you, your relationship, how much he loves you, etc but doesn't voice much of it. falls asleep pretty fast after sex, usually before you which is unusual otherwise. likes sleeping with his head on your chest. is always better rested than usual when he wakes up

Wrecker:

Super affectionate after sex. also immediately wants to know if you're good. "You okay?" "I didn't squish ya, did I?" "You sure? You're good?" he's terrified of accidentally hurting you and his first thought afterwards is ensuring that he didn't. as soon as you reassure him, he relaxes and pulls you against his chest, hugging you tight with a "You tell me if you need anything, yeah?" also likes making you laugh after, just making things lighter by poking your side gently or making a dumb joke or nuzzling into your neck really dramatically. also really likes when you praise him afterwards and he'll do the same. he's always really drowsy afterwards though and you've only got a few minutes before he's out lol, even if it's just a short lil nap. once he wakes up he'll be double-checking with you that you're still good and will carry you to the shower to clean you up

Tech:

Is completely focused on you, making a bunch of observations about your breathing rate and muscle tension and micro-expressions and stuff even while he's still panting hard and trying to catch his breath. it's out of a combination of fascination and care, studying you to ensure you're comfortable. eventually catches himself and asks directly "Are you experiencing any discomfort?" if you need anything, he's on it immediately, cleaning you up, getting you water/tea/whatever, adjusting the blanket over you. asks you a lot of questions about how you're feeling, how the sex was, ways to improve, etc. doesn't really think of himself as needing aftercare but blushes if you tell him he did well and likes when you pull him in to cuddle. his mind is still super active afterwards (if anything he's more wired than usual after lol) and he doesn't fall asleep fast, but he will just lie there and hold you, trailing his fingers absently along your skin. keeps talking quietly for a bit esp if he knows it helps you fall asleep. has sudden little affectionate moments as he studies you and will randomly kiss your forehead and tell you he loves you

Crosshair:

Lies down on his back next to you, eyes half-lidded and breathing slow. will reach out and grab your hand, lacing his fingers with yours, but isn't super touchy after otherwise. once he recovers a bit, he starts stealing glances at you to gauge how you're doing and if he decides you need something he'll wordlessly get up and take care of you. would never admit to needing any kind of aftercare himself. if you pull him in to cuddle he'll click his tongue and admonish you for being clingy but will wrap his arms around you and tuck you against him anyway. barely says anything afterwards because he doesn't want things to get any more vulnerable, but also because he doesn't want to ruin anything by saying something too snarky lol. if you tease him or praise him or anything he'll say something dry but the tips of his ears go pink. doesn't fall asleep for a while after, stays awake thinking for a long time, staring at you as you fall asleep. might eventually fall into a pretty light sleep. once you wake up he'll press a rough kiss to your temple or forehead and help you get up and get dressed/cleaned up

Echo:

Super soothing and sweet afterwards, focuses on you and your comfort immediately. barely takes any time to recover himself. will take care of you, cleaning you up and getting you anything you might possibly need without being asked and then gently pull you against him. presses little soft kisses to wherever he can reach. feels pretty drowsy afterwards but likes talking to you quietly, just little murmured coversations as you're tangled together. generally keeps things lighter and likes making you laugh after, but he often feels really affectionate after so he might suddenly tell you really dreamily how amazing you are or how much he loves you. secretly really really appreciates aftercare himself but will never ask for it. if you take initiative, taking care of him, cleaning him up, kissing him and praising him, he'll blush so hard and protest that he's fine, feels a little awkward about it but it also makes him feel really cared for so he'll never actually stop you. sleeps pretty peacefully after sex which is otherwise unusual for him

[sallyfisher1312]

Hi, I love your work! :) I was wondering if I could request TBB x fem reader (romantically and separately if that's okay)where reader and tech switch roles on Plan 99 where reader falls instead of tech. However reader survives but is injured and reunites with them. How would the guys react to them falling and also reuniting with reader who they thought was dead?

Reader Switches Place In Plan 99

Bad Batch x gn!reader

Masterlist

A/n: I'M BACK FROM THE DEAD. Thank you for your request and sorry it took so long! This is only half of the request, there will be a second part with them reuniting. Also, this doesn't include Crosshair, I couldn't figure out how to write him in this scene as he wasn't there during plan 99.

Warnings: Supposed death, reader sacrificing themselves, they're all extremely stressed and sad in this, big heights and fear of heights, mention of burnout. Let me know if I missed anything.

Characters: Hunter, Echo, Wrecker, and Tech x gn!reader.

Word Count: ~1.2k.

Hunter

He couldn’t show it at the moment, he needed to get everyone to safety, he shoves everything aside and put on his best commanding tone. He’s their leader, in a time like this there’s no room for mourning; he’s their protector, and he was your protector too, but now that you’ve done that, he can only think of himself as a defeated leader.

As soon as there’s no threat anymore, he looks for somewhere quiet—anywhere he could be alone—and stops pretending, lets it all take over him, not even bothering if anyone heard his desperate gasps for air as he choked on his own tears.

He wouldn’t let something like this happen again, he would fry his own brain until the burnout completely hollowed him inside but he wouldn’t allow anyone under his care to make something stupid like that.

And he would never love again. There was no point, you were the only one who cared about his brothers as much as him, who understood his needs and personal space. Even if he did find someone, it wouldn’t be you.

Echo

He couldn’t believe it, he did everything right, they were seconds away from escaping, but then in one glance you slipped and were hanging for your life. He didn’t care there was no time for that, he ignored your reasonings, he would have gone back to that falling wagon and pulled you back into his arms himself.

You were right. There was no time for that.

He did what he could, he left that damn place and took his family to safety, he couldn’t let the emotions overtake at the moment.

That doesn’t mean he wasn’t spiraling the whole time, when they reached a safe point it only worsened. First, he had to watch his brothers die, one by one, now he lost you too, the same thing who his brothers died for had killed you now.

It makes him question everything he’s been doing—was it really possible to win this fight? Would the day that they could live in peace ever come? How many more of his family would he have to watch dying?

Echo, of course, is resilient, unstoppable, his mourning would quickly evolve into more motivation to overthrow the kriffing Empire, he would follow Rex to hell and back if it meant avenging the deaths of his loved ones and giving peace to those who were still running from the Empire.

He would keep a token of you in his armor at all times, it would give him strength to keep pushing forward even when his fight seemed unsurmountable.

Wrecker

If there’s something Wrecker loves, it’s lifting heavy things, preferably in front of you so he gets to impress you while doing it, it’s something he could never get tired of.

Now, however, he can feel his muscles straining, his breathing shallowing and his mind already panicked, while he tried to maintain his eyes on you and not on the unending abysm beneath you.

He hates it, he just needs you to climb back up so he can scoop you up in his arms and you two can get the kriff out of there to hopefully never have step foot somewhere so high ever again.

The frail structure keeping the wagon on the trail struggled more and more to maintain itself, but Wrecker didn’t falter, he could and he would hold that whole thing by himself until you back right by his side.

You were more realistic than him at the moment, you knew your chances of getting back with your square were next to zero, there was nothing to be done, no point in making him strain himself for a hopeless goal.

You wish you didn’t have to leave him like this, but if was either you or all of them. The words left your lips in less than a second, yet he would remember them forever in an insufferable loop.

“There is no time, Wrecker. Plan 99.”

You had to be joking, maybe you were trying to lighten up the mood while he faced his biggest fear to save you.

Your blaster shot proved you weren’t, he held onto the wagon even after it detached, but it was too much, he couldn’t hold it alone, and he felt the metal slipping away from his fingers while you fell into the blanket of clouds that would lead to your death.

Before he could have one last glance of you, the system was back and he was carried away from you for the last time.

Tech

It’s nothing new that Tech was can perfectly work under stressful conditions, his exceptional mind could find solutions even in seemingly insurmountable circumstances.

What is actually unusual is the way Tech feels his skin shiver with cold sweat as his beloved hangs right before an unending sea of clouds, how his mind trips over its own thoughts desperate to find a way to bring you back to him faster.

He tries not to think about your recklessness, he has told you multiple times to follow the plan, but you always do your own thing and practically makes him fry his brain to fix everything. You were supposed to stay with the others, but of course you went after him, it should have been him, not you hanging.

Wrecker is doing his best to hold the wagon while he’s checking every device he has at the moment that could possibly aid you, but the blaster shots collide exactly at the thin connection between the wagon and the wires.

“C’mon! Do something, Tech!” Wrecker pleads, feeling his energy slip away as it gets harder and harder to keep holding it, as if he wasn’t already considering sacrificing himself for you and a thousand more ideas.

“I am! I just need more time, I will recalibrate-”

“There’s no time, Tech.” You cut him off, squeezing your eyes while you ponder what you’re about to do.

“Quiet! I have a solution already, keep climbing!” He doesn’t mean to yell at you, yet, for the first time, he can’t seem to concentrate among all the shit that’s happening at that moment.

“Tech...”

“Stay quiet, cyare!”

“Tech.”

“Just for a moment!”

“Plan 99.”

His movements halt immediately, his heart skipped a beat and ached in a way he’d never felt before.

“Do not! Cyare, listen to me just this time, please!”

“Take care of our family, ok?”

You took one last glance at him, you could see the desolation behind his lenses, how he hadn’t stopped beating his brain for a second to figure out how to save you.

You couldn’t do it while his eyes pleaded at you, you averted your vision away from him, and before you could stop yourself you pulled the trigger, feeling your body get lighter as the weight of gravity pulled you down, straight to your death.

“No, no, no, no, no!” Tech didn’t have the will or the strength to move, the abrupt movement of the wagon going back at full speed knocked him out of his feet, but he stayed unmoving, eyes fixated on the abysm he allowed to consume you.

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