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mayday comm i did recently!

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Escape Barton IV

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clone characters when they have to answer their commlink in the middle of sex (my headcanons) a/n: duty calls…

fem reader warnings: sexual content

hunter can’t switch off his bedroom voice in time for responding to his comms. his voice is thick and dripping with sex even with just a hoarse “yeah?” that he answers under his breath, his eyes flicking down at you as he slows his thrusts but doesn’t fully stop. he inhales roughly and rubs your swollen clit, barely listening to whoever is on the other side of this conversation. you squirm and whimper from the stimulation, feeling his pulsing cock move in and out of you with a teasing, dragging motion where you can feel every last vein and inch.

tech sighs exasperatedly and reaches for his commlink, only stopped when you say, “you’re seriously going to answer that?” he looks down at you like you just asked an obvious question and holds the flashing device in front of your face. “perhaps you would prefer taking this, then?” he says as he rolls his hips forward, smugly watching your mouth drop open in a breathy moan. his lips are slightly curved when he leans down and kisses your jawline, whispering, “i’ll only be a moment” before answering with a colder, sharper tone. “yes?”

wrecker grunts at the sound of his commlink beeping and draws away one of his hands from your hip. he still holds you firmly with his free hand, bouncing you on his thick, heavy cock as it wedges itself deep against your guts, hitting you in all the right places. “sorry, baby, have to take this,” he mumbles before answering with a growl in his tone when he barks out, “what do you want?” you grab his shoulders and try to slow yourself, but he just starts thrusting his hips upward, and you drop your face into the crook of his neck with a gasp.

crosshair presses a long finger against your lips and narrows his eyes at you, silently shushing you. “i don’t have all day,” he hisses in a low and raspy tone. he feels you trying to roll your hips against him, greedily seeking more friction from this disruption. he slowly smirks at the opportunity to tease you, like it’s that easy. if he’s gonna be interrupted, he might as well make the most out of it. and he does, intentionally dragging the conversation on as your muffled pants get heavier and more pathetic against his touch, staring down at you smugly.

echo gasps and sinks into you abruptly, startled by the sound of his comms going off. you moan from the sharp pressure of his cock bottoming out inside of you, not giving you any time to adjust. “fuck, i’m sorry,” he murmurs, kissing you softly. he reaches over your head to grab his commlink. you watch his face contort into a deep scowl when he answers, “this better be important,” visibly irritated with whoever had to interrupt you two. but his expression softens as you cup the side of his face, and he turns his head to steal a quick kiss to your palm.

wolffe is quick to grab your hips and turn your body over. he pushes your face into the pillow to muffle your breathy moan as he reenters you with a slow and deep thrust, his voice even deeper when he answers his beeping commlink. “make it quick,” he orders, somehow still able to keep his voice level and demanding, like he’s not currently fisting your hair to control the slick, heavy movement of your bodies. his fingers squeeze in warning at the intensifying sound of your soft cries, but you feel him fuck into you harder, like he’s testing how good and quiet you can be for him. you don’t even know when he finishes his conversation until he turns you back over and kisses you, murmuring, “good fucking girl…” against your lips.

fox lets out a frustrated groan of irritation and clamps a firm hand down on your mouth. “i’m busy,” he snaps into his commlink, his eyes piercing into yours as you stare up at him, your eyebrows scrunched in a desperate pout, just barely able to silence your noises. his hips snap against yours at a hungrier pace at the helpless look you give him, and he doesn’t break his gaze away from you even while saying, “i’ll be there in a fuckin’ minute.” then the line goes silent, and he slides his hand down to grip your jaw, mildly impressed. “hm, not bad…”

cody fucks you a little slower, just enough to catch his breath. “grab that for me baby, will you?” he groans, his big, beefy biceps braced around your head. you whimper as you reach around for his commlink and hold it to his face. he exhales his next order with a slight grunt, spreading your legs out wider. “need you to be quiet,” he murmurs, “can you do that for me?” you stare up at him and nod. he nods back slowly. “answer it for me—i’ll do the talkin’, just press it…” he commands gently before hardening his whole demeanor in the blink of an eye.

mayday flips your bodies so that you’re on top of him. the change in position makes you gasp, and he pushes up into you with a soft but stern look in his eyes. “keep ridin’ me baby, don’t stop,” he says to you quietly, leaning back to let you use him as he answers his comms, muttering, “i have a feeling you’re about to waste my time.” he keeps his eyes on you, watching how your tits bounce and your back arches while you roll your clit into the head of his cock, grinding down on him in a way that feels so good to you, ‘cause he always puts you first.

rex has been sick and tired of his brothers cockblocking him for laughs, and now someone is interrupting his much needed alone time with you. he doesn’t need to say much to express his despair as he buries his face into the crook of your neck, groaning loudly. “fuck, i should take that,” he mumbles. “mm, then take it,” you moan, wrapping your legs around his waist, which makes him dig his cock into you deeper. “uh-huh, nice try,” he whispers in your ear, turning your bodies over so he can keep fucking you on your side and he can grab his commlink.

fives groans and drops his head to your chest mid-thrust. “tell ‘em i’m not here,” he mutters. you giggle softly. “you want me to answer it?” you reply. he glances up at you and pushes himself into you further, holding your flushed, heavy-lidded stare. your nails dig into his back at his movements. “you think you’re up for it?” he teases in a low voice, slowly resuming the hungry rhythm of his hips. you throw your head back and gasp, “oh, you’re such a—” and he chuckles deeply. “yeah, tell me in a second,” he says right before pressing to answer his comms.

kix is always on-call, it’s like you can never get a moment with him alone in peace. you’re honestly used to it at this point, but he feels bad every time it happens. he pauses inside of you with a heavy exhale and whispers, “sorry, baby, one second…fuck, you look so pretty just like that…” he can’t take his eyes away from you as you lay under his body, your body warm and naked, squirming when he brushes his fingers over your nipples. you arch your back as he plays with them while he answers his comms in a concerned tone. “is everything okay?”

jesse grunts in annoyance and mutters, “great fuckin’ timing” in your ear. he reaches to answer his commlink, slowing down his hips against yours, but he quickly clamps a hand over your waist to stop you from rolling your hips, knowing you’re trying to tease him in this compromising moment. he squeezes his eyes shut and throws his head back, his throat tightening from the way he swallows hard, his tone strained. “no, i’m listening,” he says into his commlink, looking down at you with a look in his eyes that tells you to expect payback—that’s a promise.

hardcase is so unserious sometimes. he’s breathing hard as he answers his comms, startling you when he turns the device over to you, pointing it right under your lips. “it’s for you,” he teases. your eyes widen at him, and you pinch his bicep hard, mouthing, “not funny!” but he thinks it is, chuckling under his breath before he takes control over the conversation again. you glare at him, only bringing out a wider, goofier grin from him as he continues to move his hips against yours, this time more lazily and slow. “uhh, yeah, i’m kinda busy right now…” he says.

gregor sighs against your lips, drawing your bottom lip out with a playful tug before he pulls away to answer his commlink. your legs are spread out wide, taking every inch of him, but your bodies seem to be frozen in time while he stares at you, furrowing his eyebrows a bit. you nearly die watching him fumble for a response. “no—i’m not alone—” he sees you shaking your head furiously so he says, “i mean, yeah, i am…” and he grabs your face with his free hand, holding you still to stop you from distracting him, both of you trying not to laugh.

howzer presses his nose against the side of your face, inhaling deep and slow before he grabs his commlink roughly, like he’s pissed but doesn’t want to show it. he stares at you, his gaze serious. “not a sound, alright?” he tells you as he strokes your cheek, waiting for you to nod before he answers it. he pauses a bit, seeing if you’ll keep your word, and then he starts thrusting into you again, lifting your leg over his shoulder to hit you deeper. you press your hand over your mouth and squeeze your eyes shut, proving to him that he doesn’t have to stop.

emerie kisses the inside of your thigh as she’s going down on you, murmuring, “is that mine? or yours?” you dig your fingers into her hair and moan, “oh, who caresss, fuck ‘em.” she sighs quietly and shakes her head, looking up to see that it’s her commlink. you whine in protest when she answers it, “emerie speaking,” but you fall silent when her dark gaze flicks toward you sternly, reminding you that she can take charge when she wants to. she slips her soft fingers inside of your pussy and gently strokes the inside of your walls, watching you fall apart.

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Sounds | The Bad Batch

part two (501st version)

CONTENT: idk if this has been done already, but these are my hcs on how they sound like in bed ;))

RATING: EXPLICIT

INCLUDES: Hunter, Echo, Tech, Crosshair, Wrecker (ft. Rex, Cody, Wolffe, Gregor, Mayday, Howzer)

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HUNTER

This man sounds sooooo dangerous in bed istg. Deep, controlled chest rumbles and slow, deliberate exhales through his nose, his heightened senses makes him hyperaware to every sound you make, and uses his breath (breathing heavily on your neck and down) to make you squirm.

Husky, intimate whispers evolve into growled commands like "breathe with me… slower… that's it, let me feel every shudder" "just focus on my voice" "focus on me, mesh'la" his voice dropping lower the second he's buried deep.

Out of all of them, I think he's the BEST one to talk you through it. "right there, huh?" "your heartbeat's racing… you're close, aren't you?" "you fit me so nicely like this" "yeah, you can take it" He edges you mercilessly, using that smoky voice to drive you closer to the edge (lowkey weaponizes it).

Sharp, bitten-off grunts when you clench around him, which turns to long, throaty moans that vibrate against your skin. He curses softly under his breath "kriffing hells…" when he feels you close to unraveling. He just knows what to say based on your reactions, helping you reach the edge with his voice alone.

Climax hits with a raw, prolonged growl that trails into ragged panting. After that his roughness melts into soft huffs and murmured praises while he nuzzles your neck, voice back to its usual calm warmth.

ECHO

I think Echo is shy and hesitant at first. Begins with restrained soft, shaky sighs and quiet exhales, his cybernetic side making every touch feel so sensitive so his breath hitches sharply at the lightest graze.

Then, it will gradually build to emotional, reverent murmurs that crack with vulnerability and emotion. "you're incredible…" "please don't stop" "so pretty for me" "always so perfect for me" he's not gonna be rambling, he wants to say it clearly while he's pleasing you in case you don't hear it well.

When overwhelmed, faint grunt mixes with deep, strangled groans. But when he's between your legs, his noises became high and needy whimpers filled with desperation. ESPECIALLY when you take control. I'd like to think he's quiet when he's the one in charge (to hear you), then LOUDER when you are (so you hear him).

His voice gets breathier and more desperate when he's getting closer. Often trailing off into sharp gasps. Then, his breath hitches into emotional praises like, "don't deserve you" "can't believe you're mine" "too good for me" and a sweet "please, please, please" near the edge.

Finishes with a long, shuddering moan, followed by endless soft whispers of affection and "thank you… thank you…" as he holds you tight. Also, I think he might hum a soft tune under his breath as well to help you fall asleep faster.

TECH

Tech would definitely take note of everything. You'd hear his breathy commentary like "your respiration rate just increased eighteen percent" "your skin flushes a degree higher when touched here–" always delivered in that crisp, clinical tone, before it dissolves into broken sighs when you grind yourself back against him.

Voice cracks into surprised, higher whimpers when you disrupt his rhythm. He stammers mid-sentence "fascinating. wait, that's–" before it melts into uncontrolled groans. Quickly loses his focus when you meet his thrusts, or when you take control, his words trail off into unintelligible mumbling.

He CANNOT talk dirty for the life of him, instead he's rambling about the mechanics of pleasure (nerd). "the angle here provides maximum stimulation. oh, you're clenching me tighter–" "if i reach it from here, your contractions would be–" even as his words slur.

Breathing gets louder and faster with sharp gasps right before he loses it completely. He'll cling to you closer, burying his face at the crook of your neck to muffle his rambling. Sometimes you actually have to slap a hand on his mouth to keep him quiet, but he only moans louder in response.

Post-climax, he pants quietly while murmuring observations and gentle hums, already have listed dozens of improvements for next time.

CROSSHAIR

Bastard thinks he's being cool with that nonchalant facade. Slow, hissing inhales through clenched teeth, low growls, and the occasional dry chuckle when you beg. Truly believes too much noise is too much vulnerability, so he tries to keep himself as silent as possible.

Yeah, it doesn't last long. Because he'll turn into the most cruel tease known to man. "pathetic. already whining for more?" "louder. let me hear how desperate you are" "look at you, so needy for me" delivered with that signature slow, venomous cadence.

When pushed, rare broken moans escape. Rough, gravelly snarls he tries to swallow. He bites his lip hard to stay quiet but fails with a choked "kriff–" when you hit his limit and squeeze him hard enough to make him falter (you see it as a game to make him lose control and let out more noises).

ENJOYS edging you to tears, voice dropping to a whisper. "not yet… beg properly or i'll stop right here" smug even when his own breathing turns ragged and his grip tightens to to show he doesn't really want to stop. All bark and no bite (unless you really push him).

His climax rips out a long, guttural growl from him that he drags out deliberately, then snaps back to heavy, controlled breaths. Aftercare praises are rare, maybe a slip of a few here and there if you're lucky.

WRECKER

I pray you don't mind loud men, because he's DEFINITELY the loudest out of all of them. Absolutely shameless too. Big, booming laughs that melt straight into enthusiastic, room-shaking groans. Don't even be surprised at this point.

Playful, shouted dirty talk has him grinning so wide. "squeezin' me so tight, aren't ya?" "keep goin', pretty" "kriff, you feel amazin'" "yeah, let them hear ya" with breathless chuckles every time you squirm for him.

Lots of curses and deep, hearty moans that rumble like thunder. He gets even LOUDER when you ride him, encouraging you through his gritted growls and roughened groans. Expect his large hands everywhere too, absolutely comments on every part of your body with mixed adoration and possession.

My BIGGEST hc of him is overstimulation makes him laugh. Imagine you're on god knows what round now, and he's just laughing when he pulls another one from you. "awww too much?" "nahhh, you can take it!" "c'mon just one more!" it makes you both love and hate how much stamina he has.

Ends with a rumbling groan and moan combo that shakes the bed. Then drops to cuddly, rumbling purrs and "you're the best… c'mere" as he crushes you in an inescapable hug.

CAPTAIN REX

HEAVY praiser and he's so soooo touchy. Actually so touch-starved, but hides it well until you touch him (he WILL melt). He's sweet, considerate, and wants you to know how perfect you are. He starts with warm, low groans kept under tight control, breath even until you push him then it cracks with a husky rasp.

LOTS of affectionate, encouraging murmurs. "that's it, mesh'la… just like that" "i've got you, always" "so beautiful for me" voice thick with emotion even mid-thrust. Never degrades you, it's actually against him to say anything negative to you even in bed (unless you assure him it's fine).

Builds to deeper moans with rare, growled curses "kriff… you're killing me–" And when close, his praises seem endless. "so beautiful… let me hear you come for me" "please, let me feel you" "i'll get you there, mesh'la." "wanna feel you get there"

Dirty talk isn't really dirty talk. It's direct, loving, and commanding in a gentle way. "harder? faster? anything you need, just tell me" Always checking in too, staring at you with utter adoration combined with heat and desire.

His orgasm is a long, shuddering exhale and broken "good… so kriffing good" followed by soft kisses and murmured aftercare like "rest now… i've got you."

COMMANDER CODY

My GUILTY PLEASURE HC of him is he's very much into control (dom/sub undertones anyone???). He wants to be the one to guide you through every order and command. Deep, steady grunts and low rumbles, voice never quite losing its authority even when on the edge.

It's like his rank never leaves him even in the bedroom. Quiet, firm whispers to keep you focused. "eyes on me… let me watch you fall apart" "don't look away, cyare" "keep those legs open" "spread them wider" delivered with that calm, no-nonsense tone that makes you melt.

When he lets go, he lets out rougher throaty moans mix with strained grunts. "taking me so well… don't you dare hold back" "want my brothers to hear you? kriff, maybe you do. you're squeezing me so tight–" Turning from the controlled commands, to encouraging sentences.

Like I said in the first one, I REALLY feel like he's very much into giving commands. And when he sees you submitting yourself to him, fully and without hesitation, that wrecks uncontrollable groans edged with approval out of him. Absolutely gets off to your submission.

His orgasm breaks his restraint with a tight, raw groan that drags loooong. Post-orgasm, he doesn't talk much anymore. Just focuses on cleaning you up and taking care of you. Then calm, heavy breathing and gentle praises as he hugs you close against him once he's back on your side.

COMMANDER WOLFFE

Another contender with Crosshair. REALLY tries to keep his noises down, but you'll hear his gruff and animalistic sounds the longer he goes on. Low snarls, sharp inhales, and growled curses. He's rougher and more intense than most clones.

And unlike Cody, he doesn't order commands. They're demands. "louder" "scream it" "say my name" "i can't hear you, speak up" He's not afraid to be so mean when it comes to bed. But y'know what they say? Meaner in the streets, freakier in the sheets—

Builds to ragged, almost pained guttural moans whenever you clench around him. It actually drives him insane when you do that. He growls deep from his chest, digs his nails into your hips harder the same time his thrusts become sharper.

Secretly LOVES it when you scratch him too, he gets off to your marks (possessive asf) and it goes both ways. When he feels your nails scratching down his back or shoulders, he's releasing louder and more unrestrained growls that vibrate through you.

Finishes with a deep, satisfied rumble and heavy pants. Might mutter a rare, rough "you did good" while stroking your hair.

CAPTAIN HOWZER

Okay back to the soft boys. Howzer is definitely one of the best service tops you can ever have. Warm, earnest, and gentle. His groans are soft, breathy sighs full of affection from the beginning. He's not focused on his sounds, he's focused on yours. Very attuned to your reactions and how your body responds.

Like Echo, his sounds are silent and you can only hear him panting lightly. Except when you're taking control, he'll start talking and rambling. "feels too good… you're incredible–" "don't stop, wanna get there with you" "kriff, you feel so good like this"

But when he had a long day away from you, he won't hesitate on the sweet-dirty praises. "just like that…" "kriff, you're driving me insane" "love how you sound, cyar'ika" "love the way you feel around me" "all for me. just for me, right?" always encouraging and adoring.

Again, I don't think he's very vocal at the start. BUT he gets breathier and more vocal near the end, moaning your name repeatedly in that warm tone. He asks questions too like, "like that, sweetheart?" "you like this better? or this?" "want me deeper? or faster?"

Then, when he finally finishes, it's with a long, relieved moan and soft, affectionate whispers. "stay like that, i'll take care of you"

CAPTAIN GREGOR

Oh, my god. This man right here is the absolute BIGGEST tease you'll ever meet. Playful and cheeky, and he's not against bringing jokes into bed. Lots of lighthearted chuckles that deepen into throaty growls, voice bouncing between teasing and dominating.

When you curse at him, he simply giggles and teases you even more. "like that? c'mon tell me. you know i love hearing you" "what was that? sorry can't hear you over your moans, sweetheart" He gets all cocky and confident at first (especially during foreplay), then he QUICKLY switches up the moment he slides into you and goes quiet.

Voice cracks. You all know and heard it in the show. When he gets lost into the sensation, his jokes dissolve into strangled gasps and those tiny voice cracks. He laughs breathlessly when it feels too good, then sobs when it's too much. I KNOW a switch when I see one.

He's actually pretty versatile. One moment he's fun, lighthearted, and all cheeky. Then, his voice drops into a husky and growly tone. And sometimes, it turns into intense, whimpers when you take over (you love taking charge just to hear more of his voice cracks).

By the end of the first round, he's grinning again. He cuddles you close to him, still breathless when he playfully asks, "round two? i'm game if you are…"

COMMANDER MAYDAY

Another touch-starved soul right here. But unlike Rex, his noises are reduced to a quiet, gravelly start. Worn out exhales and low rumbles, voice rough but warm like he's savoring every second. Not very vocal with words like the others, but his sounds are to die for.

Builds slowly to deep, earned moans that feel raw and vulnerable. He's sparse words, but heavy on sounds. From the way he sounds, it's almost grounding and steady. I feel like Mayday's voice is naturally hoarse and raspy, unused from months of isolation—so when he lets out noises, it's always rasped, strained, and husky.

Not a big fan of intense dirty talk. His words are always heartfelt and weighted. "so good… stay right here with me… don't let go" laced with emotion like he's afraid of you disappearing. He doesn't like to be loud himself, but he doesn't mind if you're the one being loud. He absolutely loves it when you're responsive, it leaves a little proud smile on his face (still got it –him probably in his head).

The way he talks you through it is always slow, taking his time with you, drawing out your pleasure. "oh, that's it–" "you needed this too, don't you?" "i'm here. you can let go" He doesn't talk much because his mouth is ALWAYS on you.

When he finally breaks, throaty, desperate groans with a hint of relief. He holds back until it hurts. Climax with heavy, shuddering breaths and soft, grounding whispers. "you're safe. i've got you… always."

A/N: I genuinely can't believe I wrote this down when I was tipsy during a party last night. I vaguely remember sitting on one corner to take a break, and pulling out my notes app to write all this down (dw i proofread this before posting).

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first place dtiys prize for @whos.nox on instagram!!

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i've just rewatched the outpost and, my god, it's so incredibly painful how long it takes crosshair to realise that mayday wants to know his name. the silence after mayday says his own speaks volumes. i loathe thinking about how long crosshair had to live through without anyone calling him by his name, only ever referring to him as ct-9904.

mayday was the first to treat him like a human being in months. he was the first one to see him, after months of being completely alone. it also makes me incredibly soft and sad how, when mayday drags the heater towards crosshair, he literally gives him light.

i will never be normal about this episode.

[mistybatch]

Hiii! I would like to request a headcanon for the clones x reader (tbb and anyone else you'd like to add) and their first kiss (feel free to add spice if you want)

clones x gn reader: their first kiss with you

warnings: none (lmk if i missed something)

A/N: ahhhhhhhh such a cute prompt i love this. i think i'm too ace for spice right after the first kiss so it's just some kisses and also, idk if this layout work that well for so many clones so lmk if any of you have suggestions

comments and reblogs are very appreciated!! :D

The Bad Batch

Hunter

Hunter was staring at you again, that intense, searching look that made your stomach flip.

"What?" you asked, a nervous laugh escaping your lips and his eyes darted down to them.

He shook his head, a small smile tugging at his lips. "Just… you."

Hunter stepped forward, one hand cupping your jaw, and he kissed you. Soft at first, almost hesitant and so unlike him, until you leaned into him. His other arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you flush against him. The kiss deepened slowly, his thumb tracing along your cheekbone. When he pulled back, he let his forehead rest against yours for a moment, keeping his eyes closed.

Tech

You were ranting about your day while Tech listened, sitting right across from you. His eyes kept darting around your face, then he tilted his head.

"Something on my face?" You asked with a chuckle.

"There… is something I'm curious about," Tech replied, his voice softening slightly. And before you could ask him what that was, he leaned forward, pressing his lips against yours. It started gentle, almost analytical, before you tilted your head to slot your lips together and his hand came up to cradle the back of your head and the kiss shifted, becoming deeper and more exploratory. Tech's lips parted against yours and a soft sound escaped him. When he pulled back, his eyes were wide behind his goggles.

"Fascinating," he murmured, his voice slightly rougher and deeper than before.

Wrecker

You were cuddled up against Wrecker, watching a movie, head leaned against his shoulder. When it ended, you sat up and made to move away but Wrecker kept a hand around your frame.

"Uhm… I—" he stuttered, eyes finding your lips, "I mean, can I—"

"Yes, Wrecker," you smiled and Wrecker did the same before leaning forward and cradling your face in his hands like you were something precious. Then your lips met — a little clumsy at first, a little too much teeth — but then it softened. He poured everything into it; all his warmth, his affection, and his overwhelming joy, and when he pulled back, he was grinning like an idiot, eyes shining.

Crosshair

Crosshair was quiet, watching you from across the room while he cleaned his rifle. "You're still here," he said flatly.

"Where else would I be," you teased with a smirk.

He scoffed, putting his rifle away and crossed the room in three fluid steps, stopping right in front of you. His eyes searched your face before his hand came up to tangle in your hair and then he kissed you. It was sharp and demanding at first, all teeth and hunger like he was trying to prove something. But then his grip loosened and his other hand found your waist. The kiss turned desperate, almost vulnerable as he nipped at your lower lip. When he finally pulled away, his breathing was uneven and his forehead pressed to yours.

"Damn you," he muttered but there was no bite to it anymore.

Echo

You were both sitting next to each other, gazing out onto the sky filled with stars, a comfortable silence between you with Echo's hand on top of yours. Until Echo turned to you, his brows furrowed, "Can I… May I kiss you?"

You nodded, breath catching. Echo kissed you gently, a careful press of his lips, but when your hand came up to rest on his chest, he melted. His scomp wrapped around your back, nudging you closer and the kiss deepened, your mouth parting against his tongue. When he pulled back, he let out a shaky breath, a small, genuine smile spreading across his face. "You…" he whispered, "You are amazing."

Commanders

Wolffe

He was standing by the viewport, arms crossed and jaw tight, the muscle jumping under the skin. The mission had gone sideways, and he'd nearly lost you. He hadn't said a word since you got back.

You walked up beside him, your shoulder brushing his. "Wolffe. I'm fine."

He turned, eyes blazing with fury. "You almost weren't," he hissed, his voice was a low growl, rough with barely contained emotion. "I can't—" He stopped, jaw clenching again.

Then his hand was on the back of your neck, pulling you forward. The kiss was hard and demanding, more teeth than anything else as he poured all his fears and frustrations into it. His fingers dug into your hair, his other arm locking around your waist, crushing you against his chest plate. But then the tension bled out of him, and the kiss softened, became desperate and needing. He broke away with a ragged breath, his forehead dropping to yours.

"Don't ever do that to me again," he rasped.

Fox

Fox glared at your lips as if they had personally offended him.

"What?" You laughed.

"They're a distraction," he muttered before placing a hand on the back of your head and bringing his lips to yours. Your breath caught at the intensity of his lips against yours that were almost desperate, even vulnerable in a way. Fox kissed you with a ferocity that revealed how long he had waited to do this.

When the two of you parted, Fox was breathing heavily, eyes still closed and a tension running through his face before it finally, finally dropped for the first time since you had met him.

Cody

"I'm so tired of this, Cody," you whined at the prospect of working even one more second, dropping your head onto the table.

"Poor you," Cody's voice was soft and he leaned down to press a kiss to your forehead while brushing your hair from your face. "Better?" He asked with a small smile.

"Mh, nope. I need more," you demanded and Cody was happy to oblige your wishes, tilting your chin up and this time, connecting your lips. You gasped in surprise and Cody chuckled against your lips, continuing to kiss you with a confidence he brought to every aspect of his life.

Mayday

Mayday was leaning against a wall, watching the snow fall outside, his expression hollow. You'd found him like this more and more lately; lost somewhere far away. "Mayday," you said gently, touching his arm.

He blinked, coming back to himself. "Sorry. Just… thinking."

"It's okay. I know it's hard," you whispered.

Something cracked in his eyes. He turned, cradling your face with both hands, his thumbs brushing your cheeks. The kiss that followed was achingly tender, slow and reverent, like he was afraid you'd leave if he pushed too much. He poured everything into it; every sleepless night, every battle, every moment he'd come back to find you still waiting. His lips moved against yours with a desperate sweetness, and when he finally broke away, his voice was barely audible. "Thank you for being here."

501st

Rex

You placed a hand on his chest, smiling at Rex's flustered face before it suddenly hardened. He wrapped and arm around your waist and pulled you into a kiss. You gasped and his other hand came up to tilt your face slightly.

Lips slotting perfectly against each other, he pressed his body against yours. It was neither bruising nor gentle but something perfect something right in between.

When he pulled back, his cheeks were bright red and his gaze dropped to the floor, a sheepish smile on his face. "Uhm… sorry."

You laughed slightly, "It was amazing, Rex."

Fives

Fives was leaning against the wall, arms crossed with that infuriating smirk on his face. "You know," he drawled, "you've been staring at me for a solid minute. I'm flattered, really."

You rolled your eyes. "In your dreams, Fives."

He pushed off the wall and closed the distance in two easy strides. "Funny you should say that," his voice dropped and the teasing edge softened into something warmer. His hand came up to brush a strand of hair from your face. "Because you're in all of them."

Before you could formulate a response, his lips were on yours. It started slow, almost gentle in stark contrast to his usual bravado. But then you melted into him, your fingers curling into his chest plate, and he groaned softly against your mouth. His hands found your waist, pulling you impossibly closer, the kiss deepening with a desperate, unspoken longing. When he finally broke away, his forehead pressed to yours, his voice rough. "Told you. Every single one."

Jesse

He was pacing, running a hand over his head, clearly worked up about something. "I don't know why I'm even— this is stupid, I should just—"

"Jesse," you interrupted, catching his arm. "Breathe."

He stopped, looking down at you with wide, vulnerable eyes. "I can't. Not when you're looking at me like that."

You tilted your head, confused. "Like what?"

"Like I matter," he whispered, the words tumbling out before he could stop them.

Then he kissed you. It was urgent and a little clumsy, all pent-up emotion and weeks of dancing around each other. His hands tangled in your hair, pulling you closer as the kiss deepened, his lips parting against yours with a soft, desperate sound. He kissed you like he was afraid you'd slip away. When he finally pulled back, he was breathless, a shaky laugh escaping him. "Okay. Yeah. That's... that's what I was trying to say."

Kix

Kix sat with his head in his hands, tired from seeing his brothers suffer. You took one of them into your hand, kissing his knuckles before wanting to press a kiss to his cheek. But before your lips reached his skin, Kix turned his head and captured your lips in a kiss.

You gasped in surprise before leaning into it as he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you to him, desperately trying to get as close to you as possible while his lips moved against yours.

Once Kix pulled back, he immediately buried his face in the space between your shoulder and your neck.

"Stay… please," he muttered against your skin.

Dogma

"I dare you to kiss me," you blurted out with a smirk and Dogma furrowed his brows.

"What… why?" He looked taken aback.

"Just because. I know you want to but maybe—" Before you could finish, he pulled you close and crashed his lips against yours.

It started a little stilted, barely a press of lips against each other at first but then you tangled your fingers in his hair and tilted his head and your lips slotted together just right. Dogma let out a small sound and tentatively began moving his mouth more.

It wasn't perfect but it was your Dogma.

Tup

"Something wrong?" You asked as Tup refused to meet your eyes when you were sitting next to each other.

"No, I just… I wanted— I mean, can I…?" He gestured vaguely in the direction of your face and you chuckled, nodding. Then Tup leaned forward and pressed a quick kiss to your lips, barely more than a soft — albeit a little clumsy — touch. You smiled and encouraged him again and each time, the he became more confident.

His hands found your body and carefully, almost reverently traced its shape when he finally pulled back. "Thanks," he muttered, a smile grazing his face.

Misc.

Howzer

Howzer took your hand in his, as the light of the candles from your dinner reflected in his eyes. He lifted it to his lips and began pressing soft kisses along your knuckles.

"You're beautiful," he muttered, looking up at you through his lashes before straightening and pulling you closer until you could feel his hot breath against your lips. "May I?"

Your breath caught and you were only able to nod before he captured your lips in a gentle yet claiming kiss. His other hand tangled in your hair and you let out a soft sound as he deepened the kiss. The two of you only parted mere seconds to catch your breath for the rest of the night.

Gregor

"You know what would be crazy?" Gregor asked, a smile on his face that always meant trouble.

"What?" you chuckled, preparing for whatever idea he had in mind.

Gregor crossed the few steps towards you and grabbed you by the waist before crashing his lips against yours. He chuckled against your lips, hands running over your body as if to memorize its exact shape.

Pulling back, he wasted no time on getting his breath back and instead he dove right back in, kissing your nose, your cheeks, your forehead and any other place he could reach before capturing your lips in another kisss.

[sosleia]

Hiiii! Can you maybe write some Headcanons about the clones not knowing what a period is? Maybe they weren’t taught about female anatomy on kamino or something and so when you start dating and get your period for the first time they think your dying Lmao. Thank you!💜

Learning About Periods

Includes: Rex, Cody, Wolffe, Fox, Fives, Hunter, Howzer, Mayday, Gregor & Echo

Rex

Rex had faced battlefields, explosions, and injuries that would make most people faint. None of that prepared him for waking up beside you and finding blood on the sheets.

His heart nearly stopped.

He was instantly on his feet, calling your name, searching for a wound with trembling hands. His military instincts took over before you were even fully awake. He was already reaching for the medkit and trying to contact a medic.

When you blinked at him in confusion and quietly said, “Rex, it’s just my period,” he froze.

“Your what?”

He had never heard the term before.

You had to sit him down and explain everything from the beginning, uterus, menstrual cycle, hormones, pregnancy, ovulation. He listened with absolute focus, asking careful questions as if he were attending a briefing.

“So, this happens every month?”

You nodded.

“And you’ve been dealing with this since you were a teenager?”

Another nod.

He stared at you in complete disbelief.

“Every month you bleed, and you’re expected to just continue living your life?”

When you explained cramps, headaches, nausea, exhaustion, and mood swings, Rex looked genuinely horrified.

“They never taught us any of this on Kamino.”

He couldn’t stop apologising for panicking.

“I thought you were dying.”

After that morning, Rex became incredibly attentive during your cycle. He memorized which heating pad you liked, made sure pain medication was always stocked, and quietly took over chores whenever cramps hit.

If anyone dismissed period pain around him, he’d shut it down immediately.

“I’ve seen soldiers with blaster burns complain less than my girl does during cramps. Maybe don’t assume it’s ‘just discomfort.’”

He’d never completely get over the fact you went through this every month.

Every single time your period started, he’d give you the same sympathetic look.

“I still think biology is unfair.”

And every month he’d somehow become even more convinced that women were tougher than clones.

Cody

Cody’s first reaction, like Rex’s, was pure panic.

The blood was everywhere, or at least it looked that way to him.

He immediately assumed internal injuries, poisoning, or some delayed complication from a mission. Before you could even sit up, he was checking your pulse and asking rapid-fire questions.

“Where does it hurt? Can you stand? Are you dizzy?”

You finally caught his hands.

“Cody, I’m okay.”

He looked at you like you’d lost your mind.

“You’re bleeding.”

“It’s my period.”

His confusion was almost impressive.

“Explain.”

Once you walked him through female anatomy, Cody became unusually quiet.

He processed information the same way he processed tactical reports.

“So the uterus prepares for pregnancy.”

You nodded.

“If pregnancy doesn’t happen…”

“It sheds the lining.”

“Through bleeding.”

“Exactly.”

He rubbed his forehead.

“And this repeats every month?”

“Pretty much.”

His expression became one of genuine outrage.

“They couldn’t have mentioned this in Kaminoan education?”

You laughed.

“I guess they didn’t expect clones to need reproductive health lessons.”

“No, apparently not.”

Learning about cramps only made things worse.

“You mean the muscles contract hard enough to cause pain?”

“Sometimes, it can be really painful.”

“And society just, expects you to work anyway?”

His respect for women increased dramatically in that moment.

From then on, Cody treated your period like an operation that required logistical support.

Extra blankets.

Water.

Medicine.

Your favourite snacks.

He kept track of roughly when it would happen, not because he found it embarrassing, but because he wanted to be prepared.

Whenever you insisted you were fine despite obvious pain, he’d give you the same look.

He also became the clone most likely to quietly educate younger troopers.

“No, she’s not dying.”

Wolffe

Wolffe’s protective instincts were almost frightening.

He woke, saw blood, and immediately assumed someone had attacked you during the night.

His blaster was in his hand before he was fully awake.

After confirming no intruders were present, he turned all that panic toward you.

“Where are you hurt?”

You sighed.

“Wolffe.”

“Tell me.”

“It’s just my period.”

“Your what?”

He genuinely thought you were making up a word to stop him worrying.

The explanation took almost half an hour.

He listened without interrupting, his eyes fixed on you.

When you finally explained cramps, he frowned deeply.

“So every month your body decides to attack itself.”

“That’s one way to describe it.”

“I don’t like your body’s strategy.”

Learning it had happened for years made him visibly irritated.

“No one thought to warn us?”

“No.”

“Unbelievable.”

Afterward, Wolffe became fiercely protective.

If cramps kept you in bed, he’d simply tell everyone you weren’t available.

Didn’t matter who asked.

If you wanted tea or a hot drink, then he’d make it.

If you wanted silence, the barracks or your apartment became silent.

If anyone joked about periods around him, they immediately regretted it.

“You think it’s funny?”

“No, Commander.”

“Good.”

He never babied you, though.

Instead, he’d quietly sit beside you with a heating pad already warmed and say,

“What do you need?”

Nothing more.

Because once he understood what you endured every month, helping simply became another way of taking care of someone he loved.

Fox

Fox’s reaction was the most dramatic.

He actually called for emergency medical assistance.

You had barely opened your eyes before he was trying to lift you into his arms.

“There isn’t time.”

“Fox!”

“You’re hemorrhaging.”

“I’m not!”

He refused to believe you until you physically stopped him.

“It’s my period.”

“That’s a medical term?”

The explanation completely derailed his morning.

Fox was a commander.

He understood criminal law, security, emergency medicine but he knew absolutely nothing about menstruation.

When you explained that periods happened monthly, he blinked.

“Monthly.”

“Yes.”

“Repeatedly.”

“Yes.”

“For decades?”

“Usually.”

He looked personally offended on your behalf.

“That’s terrible.”

After learning about cramps, he became incredibly practical.

Painkillers appeared before you asked.

Comfort food somehow arrived despite his impossible schedule.

He also quietly kept spare menstrual products in his office.

Just in case.

He figured if you ever got caught unexpectedly, he’d rather be prepared than helpless.

You laughed for ten minutes when you discovered them.

“What?”

“It’s sweet.”

“I prefer to be prepared.”

He still couldn’t believe the Kaminoans omitted something so important.

“We learned advanced battlefield medicine.”

“Apparently not this.”

“No.”

Fives

Fives absolutely lost his mind.

“Why is there blood everywhere?!”

He nearly fell out of bed trying to find the injury.

When you started laughing instead of panicking, he became even more confused.

“This isn’t funny!”

“It kind of is.”

“It’s absolutely not!”

“It’s my period!”

“Your what now?”

Unlike some of the others, Fives asked approximately a thousand questions.

“So that’s normal?”

“Yep.”

“Every month?”

“Yep.”

“Why?”

You explained everything to him.

“That’s rude.”

You explained cramps.

“Even ruder.”

You explained mood swings.

“Periods are officially my enemy.”

By the end, he looked deeply betrayed by women’s biology.

“I cannot believe nobody told us.”

Afterward, Fives became the king of period support.

Need chocolate?

Already bought it.

Need distractions?

Movie marathon.

Need someone to complain to?

He’s already listening.

He’d happily let you rant about cramps for hours.

The moment you apologised for being grumpy, he’d immediately interrupt.

“You’re literally bleeding. You’re allowed.”

He also developed an irrational hatred of the menstrual cycle itself.

Whenever you announced your period had started, he’d dramatically glare upward.

“Who designed this?”

You’d laugh every single time.

He never stopped finding the whole concept unbelievable.

But he never stopped trying to make those days easier either.

Hunter

Hunter knew something was wrong before he even opened his eyes.

The scent of blood hit him immediately.

His enhanced senses sent him into instant alert.

He thought you’d been gravely injured.

By the time you woke up, he was already checking every inch of you for wounds.

You gently explained.

He listened in silence.

The more he learned, the more disturbed he became.

“My senses never warned me before because, this is normal.”

“Exactly.”

“And this happens every month.”

“Yes.”

“That explains so much.”

Hunter immediately started paying attention to subtle changes before your period even arrived.

He’d notice you feeling different.

More tired.

Hungrier.

Mood shifts.

Without mentioning it, he’d quietly adjust plans to give you easier days.

He became incredibly gentle during cramps.

Always asking before touching you.

Always making sure you were comfortable.

He respected how resilient you were.

“I complain when my enhanced senses give me headaches.”

“You bleed every month.”

He shook his head.

“I’ve underestimated you.”

From then on, he treated your period as something to support, not something awkward or embarrassing.

Howzer

Howzer was pure concern wrapped in sunshine.

He panicked immediately but tried very hard to stay calm for your sake.

“Everything’s okay.”

“Is it?”

“No.”

When you explained menstruation, he listened with wide eyes.

“You’ve been going through this for years?”

“Mhm.”

“And nobody prepared us for this?”

“Nope.”

He looked genuinely guilty for not knowing.

“I’m sorry.”

“You didn’t do anything wrong.”

After learning about cramps, he’d fuss over you endlessly.

Blankets.

Tea.

Flowers.

Comfort food.

He constantly checked in.

“Pain level?”

You’d roll your eyes.

“I’m okay.”

“I’ll ask again in an hour.”

His kindness somehow made everything feel easier.

Mayday

Mayday had seen too many troopers bleed out.

Seeing blood in bed triggered every survival instinct he had.

When he realised it wasn’t life-threatening, the relief nearly knocked him over.

Then came the explanation.

He listened quietly.

No interruptions.

Just thoughtful questions.

At the end he sighed heavily.

“So every month, nature reminds you it exists.”

“Pretty much.”

He hated hearing about the pain.

“You deserve a medal.”

After that, he’d always make sure you rested.

He’d cook.

Handle chores.

Wrap you in blankets.

Never once made you feel guilty for slowing down.

“You take care of everyone else.”

“Let me take care of you today.”

Gregor

Gregor’s first response was chaotic panic.

Second response?

Confused panic.

Third response?

Embarrassed panic.

“Why didn’t anyone tell us women do this?!”

You couldn’t stop laughing.

Gregor peppered you with questions.

“So it’s scheduled?”

“Usually.”

“Your body just decides?”

“Basically.”

“That’s ridiculous.”

He treated your period like an annoying recurring villain.

“Oh no.”

“What?”

“It’s back.”

He’d dramatically declare war on cramps.

Offer massages.

Tell terrible jokes.

Bring snacks.

Anything to make you smile.

If laughter helped even a little, he’d consider the mission successful.

Echo

Echo approached it like solving a technical problem.

He panicked first, of course.

But once you explained menstruation, he immediately wanted to understand every detail.

He even admitted,

“I feel embarrassed I didn’t know this.”

You assured him it wasn’t his fault.

He learned about hormones, uterine contractions, and pain with genuine curiosity.

Then his expression softened.

“You’ve lived with this for years.”

“Yeah.”

“I’m sorry.”

Echo quietly researched comfort techniques afterward.

He remembered which medicine worked best.

Which foods helped.

How much heat eased cramps.

He even reminded you to stay hydrated before you remembered yourself.

“You don’t have to do all this.”

“I know. I want to.”

To Echo, learning about periods wasn’t awkward.

It was simply another way of understanding and caring for the person he loved.