my clone headcanons: seeing you naked for the first time
a/n: where ur clothes at 🤨
gn reader
warnings: suggestive content
hunter clenches his jaw and runs a slow hand over his jaw, letting out the quietest, raspiest, “fuck…” under his breath. your face heats up a bit, expecting his gaze to roam down your body first, but he looks into your eyes, deep and dark in the way he stares at you. his hands find your hips, pulling you close enough for his lips to brush against yours. “perfect,” he mutters before kissing you, devouring you with a hungry stroke of his tongue as he groans into your mouth. “you’re perfect…”
tech exhales out the last of his shallow breathing, his lips parted in slight surprise even though he expected you to knock the wind out of him like this. you take his hand gently and place it near your torso. “you can touch me,” you tell him, guiding his hand down your stomach, lower and lower. “i want you to touch me…” you whisper. he swallows hard and grabs your hips, pressing his forehead against yours with a ragged breath. “i doubt i’ll be able to stop once i start,” he says quietly.
wrecker blushes at the sight of your naked body. he’s technically braved scarier situations, but this is what gets him. he sits on the edge of the bed with his legs spread and tugs you forward by the back of your thighs, hiding his reddening face in the soft kiss he presses to your stomach. “fuck, you’re pretty,” he mutters, trailing his lips lower in warm, open-mouthed sucking motions that raise goosebumps all over your bare skin. “already knew that, but it still makes me nervous…”
crosshair takes you in slowly, like he’s observing every inch of you through his cold, piercing gaze. your eyes flick away from his from the weight of his perception, but he tilts your face up with a hand along your jaw, pressing his thumb into your chin. he swipes it back and forth as he murmurs, “don’t hide,” and drags his touch down your neck, running a nimble finger down your chest. his touch teases a sharp inhale from you, which he subtly smirks at. “oh, the things i plan on doing to you…”
echo blows out a breath and shakes his head slightly, his soft gaze pausing on you. “you’re beautiful,” he tells you. you see him hesitate to reach for you, so you take his hand and bring it closer. he moves forward despite his initial caution and presses his palm right over your heartbeat, where he can feel it racing fast. “nothin’ to worry about,” he says softly, studying you. you swallow hard as he places your hand over his heartbeat, which is pounding even faster, letting the moment speak for itself.
wolffe is unreadably silent as he just stares for a second. with someone like him, it’s hard to tell if he’s judging you or something else, which makes this even more vulnerable for you. you’re caught off guard at the moment his muscular frame bears over you when he leans in close and kisses you hungrily, roaming his hands around your waist before they dip down to squeeze your ass. you gasp into his mouth, but he just kisses you harder and heavier upon hearing the sound. “mine,” he murmurs under his breath, nipping at your bottom lip. his fingers dig into your skin possessively, feeling you everywhere he pleases. “this is all mine.”
fox leans back in his seat and adjusts his hips, not even trying to hide his desire for you. he cocks his head to the side with a dark and heavy-lidded gaze that traces over you, committing your figure to his memory. he pats a firm hand down on his thigh and orders, “come here,” in that low, demanding voice that tells you he’s not going to say it twice. he pulls you down when you straddle him, sliding his hands up your arched back. “aw, don’t be scared, i won’t bite,” he whispers in your ear.
cody chuckles drily, “you’re trying to kill me, now, aren’t you?” and hums low under his breath as he kisses you, pulling back just enough to meet your eyes. he touches the small of your back before slowly moving lower to cup your ass. you gasp a bit, but you’re not surprised. “shh, you’re alright,” he soothes and rubs his hand over your skin reassuringly. “god, you’re so fuckin’ soft…” he mutters to himself, feeling the difference between the rough pads of his fingertips and your body.
mayday holds you in his arms, a tight embrace that warms your body. he kisses your cheek and lets his lips linger just at the corner of your mouth, whispering, “you’re so lovely,” against your skin. you make a soft “hmm” sound under your breath and tilt your face closer so that your mouth is now right under his, barely any distance between the breaths you share. “i don’t know…” you whisper. he squeezes your hips and slants his lips over yours, parting them hungrily. “don’t ever doubt it.”
rex groans a low “fuck” and sinks to his knees. his hands come around your hips, and his breath warm against your skin as he kisses your stomach. “god, help me…” he whispers hoarsely, pulling you close to kiss a path down lower, teasing you with slow flicks of his tongue that make you squirm and gasp in his hold. “i know, baby…” he mutters in response to your soft noises and the way you grab his shoulders, holding onto him desperately. “just let me have a little fun with you first, yeah?”
fives crushes his mouth to yours before the nerves can even properly settle in your stomach. he cups your face and kisses you hungrily, sucking on your bottom lip in a slow drag that pulls it out before he tilts his head for a deeper angle. “you’re too pretty for me,” he murmurs into your lips, his hands trailing down your body like he’s outlining your shape with his touch. he pulls you closer by the ass, hiking your legs around his waist. “so fuckin’ sexy—” he whispers, kissing your neck.
kix smiles at you softly and cups the side of your face, pulling you into a slow kiss. his body slowly comes down on yours, which presses you into the bed as you lie back, parting your lips under his for a deeper kiss. he slides his hand over your thigh, touching you like you’re made of glass. you whimper when he kisses down your neck, moving down your body. “you’re beautiful,” he whispers, settling between your legs with his kind eyes on you. “i want you to feel how true that is…”
jesse pauses at first, staring at you with a wide, lovestruck gaze. he opens his mouth to speak but ends up exhaling softly. “i—wow…” he says and grips your waist, his eyes just wandering over you before he looks up at you. he leans in close, and you think he’s going to kiss you on the mouth, but he kisses your jaw, slowly trailing lower as his body sinks down with his lips. you breathe shakily when his kisses tickle your chest, while he murmurs, “even prettier than i dreamed…”
hardcase looks at you like he’s planning to pounce with the intention of eating you alive. mischief sparks in his gaze as he kisses you hard, grabbing the bare skin just above your hips with a hungry groan. “fuck, look at you…” he moans into the kiss, lifting you up against him. “been waiting to get my hands on you like this, mhmmm,” he presses his forehead to yours, panting slightly to catch his breath. your breath catches when he lowers his voice and whispers, “been waiting a long time.”
gregor swipes his tongue over his bottom lip in a subtle licking motion, staring at you as if the rest of the world around him has disappeared. he takes you in his arms gently and rubs his hands down your back, slow to fit his mouth against yours in a deep, shuddering kiss. “what should i do with you first?” he teases lightly, dipping his head to kiss your neck. you squeeze his shoulders and suck in a breath. “whatever you want,” you tell him quietly. “oh, i know what i want,” he mutters.
howzer swallows the lump in his throat. “you just love torturing me, huh?” he rasps, moving forward so that you’re forced to lean back until you’re sprawled out under his body. you push your fingers through his hair right when he leans down to kiss you. he pulls back to take a sharp breath, gently stroking the side of your face. “you’re beautiful,” he tells you honestly, slowly inching his touch down your body. “i’m gonna take care of you now, okay? you tell me if it’s too much…”
emerie subconsciously lets her gaze wanders down your body, but she seems to blink hard when she catches herself, blushing slightly. “my eyes are up here,” you tease, your smile slowly fading when her hands find your waist, rubbing circles over your skin. your lips part to release a quiet breath, feeling her touch all over even though it’s concentrated in one part of your body. “so, i can’t look at you?” she replies back, her tone matter-of-fact despite the subtle smile ghosting her lips.
Warnings: Suggestive but that's about it.
A/N: So...I know these aren't requests butttt I just am a greedy person who loves to treat myself so what can I say? Requests are still coming, I'm just stumped on a few so please bear with me.
Hunter
Hunter can sense your body heat before you even wrap your arms around him, and he chuckles lightly as you squeeze him tightly, breasts pressing into his back. "What are you up to?" He asks, jolting as your hands slip past the hem of his shirt, wandering along his stomach and sliding up towards his chest teasingly. He can feel the vibrations of your laughter in the expanse of his shoulder, and he's about to turn around when you abruptly pull away, patting him lightly on the ass and leaving the scene as quickly as you came.
Wrecker
Your arms just barely wrap around Wreckers waist, and he giggles softly as you squeeze him tightly from behind. He pats your hands, curiously raising a brow as he looks at you over his shoulder. "Its cute when you do that, baby...but what exactly are you doing?" You answer him by slipping your fingers in his waistband, fingers brushing against the soft hairs of his happy trail as you playfully tease him just right above where he's most sensitive. He grunts before grabbing your hands and twirling you around, pulling you into his chest as he settles his hands against your ass and squeezes tightly.
Tech
Tech leans back in his pilot seat as your arms wrap around his shoulders, soft lips pressing into his cheek in what is a sweet and completely innocent manner. He types a few notes on his data pad from the last mission, barely noticing the way your hands rub his shoulders before drifting lower towards his chest. Its only when your palms encompass his chest, softly squeezing and groping the flesh there, that he finally sets his data pad on his knee and turns to look at you. "Are you...massaging my pectoralis major?" "Man boobs, Tech." "Uh, no. That is incorrect."
Crosshair
Its nothing new to Crosshair when he feels your hands slide up and down the sides of his waist, before curling around his front and settling on his stomach. He's wiping down his rifle, breathing in sync with yours as you press your chest up against his backside, nose nuzzling into the curve of his spine needily. His lips quirk up, thinking he has you beat as your continue your desperate ministrations for his attention, until he feels a sharp nip through his blacks and he yelps, almost dropping his rifle. "What the fuck--did you just bite me?" He whips around, but you detach yourself from him quickly, darting down the Marauder as the echoes of your laughter follow.
Echo
Echo is slowly awoken by the feeling of smooth hands cascading up his shirt, fingers pressing into his abdomen, poking and prodding at his pale, warm skin. He can feel your nose nuzzling further into the crook of his neck, a soft exhale tickling his ear as you continue your tour around his stomach, oblivious to the fact that he's awake. And he would've let you continue, if your fingers didn't brush against his nipples and he was forced to grip your wrists. "I know what you're trying to do," he says, voice raspy and deep. "...just a pinch?" "No."
CONTENT: How each Bad Batch member kiss you, and what kind of a kisser they are <3
RATING: SUGGESTIVE
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.
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.
⸻
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.
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.
⸻
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.
⸻
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.
⸻
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.
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.
⸻
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.
⸻
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.
⸻
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?”
can i request headcanons with where the clones like to be kissed and where they like to kiss reader? ^^
thank you, and have a lovely day/night 🫶
Clones x reader: favourite places to kiss and be kissed
warnings: might get slightly suggestive a few times but it's not much
A/N: count how many times i wrote kissed, it's too many :3
comments and reblogs are very appreciated :D
The Bad Batch
Hunter
Kiss: A heavy make-out session is too overstimulating for him but a quick kiss right on your mouth? He loves to do it so much.
Be kissed: Loves to feel your lips against his temple, especially when he was tense the entire day and can feel a headache coming on. You have a relaxing effect on him in a way.
Tech
Kiss: Doesn't initiate physical contact often but loves to sometimes take your hand and place a kiss along your knuckles in a more casual way to show his love.
Be kissed: His cheek. He doesn't know why but it's probably because it's not too intimate while still showing physical closeness.
Wrecker
Kiss: It's so hard for him to decide that because he honestly loves kissing every part of you but if he had to say something, he'd say the crown of your head because that's the easiest for him to reach at all times.
Be kissed: Loves when you kiss his mouth. It makes him feel close to you in a way he can't describe and he adores it.
Crosshair
Kiss: Loves to kiss your lips. I mean, are we surprised? This man has an oral fixation and he loves to bite your lower lip too while he's at it.
Be kissed: Will never admit it, but that space between his eyebrows that's always furrowed. It reminds him to relax sometimes and it helps with his tension headaches.
Echo
Kiss: Your nose. He loves how you scrunch it every time he does and how a smile spreads on your face no matter how much you try to suppress it.
Be kissed: There's a lot of places that are now way too sensitive but some, like his jaw or his mouth, stayed similar enough and he loves those little gestures of intimacy when you kiss him.
Commanders
Wolffe
Kiss: Your neck, though honestly, his kissing could be almost misinterpreted as biting when he kisses yout neck between love bites and the lines blur.
Be kissed: A kiss around his scar or right on it will make him shiver. It's a place of vulnerability for him and he doesn't just let anyone touch it.
Fox
Kiss: The space right under your ear because every time he comes home, he'll lean his head on your shoulder and breathe you in, placing soft kisses in that space.
Be kissed: The place in his jaw where he holds all the tension from holding back snarky remarks all day. It reminds him to stop grinding his teeth and your mouth is just a turn from his head away.
Cody
Kiss: Loves placing little kisses on the back of your neck as he hugs you from behind, and how you shiver slightly at the touch. You always and without doubt turn around in his arms and kiss him properly, making him smile.
Be kissed: The corner of his mouth. It makes him smile and he loves placing a hand on your cheek and turning your head to capture your kiss in a proper kiss.
501st
Rex
Kiss: He likes to pull you into a keldabe kiss after an especially hard battle, just to feel you, feel your breath on his face and know that you're still alive and well
Be kissed: He loves it just as much when you pull him into a kedabe kiss. Sometimes kissing is just too much after a battle and he'd rather enjoy your presence.
Fives
Kiss: Places little smooches all over your face whenever he can because it makes you smile and he gets to touch even more of you.
Be kissed: Lovesss when you pull him into a kiss on the mouth loves it even more when you complain about his goatee tickling, even though you initiated the kiss.
Jesse
Kiss: The space under your jaw that he can reach perfectly when he's pulled you into his lap and looks up at you.
Be kissed: Somewhere between his collarbone and shoulder. Loves when you run your hands over that space and give him a slight massage, especially after a hard day, and then lean down to place kisses along the space that holds so much tension.
Kix
Kiss: Either your neck or your wrist, just so he can feel your pulse under his lips. Just so he knows you're well and alive.
Be kissed: On his forehead for no other reason than he deserves forehead kisses.
Hardcase
Kiss: Honestly he just loves kissing every part but his favourite must be the places where you're especially ticklish because it makes you love and that's music to his ears.
Be kissed: When you kiss along his various tattoos. He spent a lot of time on their designs and it's what makes him unique so every time you appreciate them, he melts.
Dogma
Kiss: He's a respectcul of intimacy and likes to take your hand and place kisses along your knuckles. It's not too intimate that he gets overwhelmed but it still makes him feel close to you.
Be kissed: When you kiss him on the forehead, he melts instantly and looks at you with big puppy eyes. (Admitting he likes it is another thing)
Tup
Kiss: He's a bit shy with it at first but he loves to sneak a peck on your cheek whenever he can.
Be kissed: Super sensitive along his neck and adores when you place soft kisses on his throat and his collarbones.
Misc.
Howzer
Kiss: Super romantic and will ask every time before capturing your lips in a kiss that leave you breathless every time.
Be kissed: On the top of his head. It makes him blush slightly each time and he complains about you messing up his hair but he just adores it way too much for no reason.
aa hi!! i've been reading your tbb x medic reader thoughts, and i absolutely devoured them!! You write them perfectly!! may i request the bad batch, or especially Crosshair and Tech, being protective of the reader, maybe when a reg, or someone else, flirts with her, or maybe won't leave her alone? no worries if this doesn't strike your fancy!! :D have a wonderful day!
AWAA I HAVE HAD A CLINICAL CASE OF WRITERS BLOCK... BUT THIS......
i love this trope, so thank you for this request!!
It was a slow night at 79’s; you wouldn’t have had it any other way. A clone bar was pretty far from your typical scene, but it was the only bar on Coruscant that you knew had decent drinks.
It wasn’t really the “scene” of your… friends, if they could be called that, either. They were clones, yes, but not normal ones.
To most? Ten times more prickly, with an air of superiority about them that made them intolerable to other clones. But to you? There weren’t a set of clones in the galaxy you’d rather be spending an evening with.
They’d just gotten back from a mission, and considering it was rare that you were all on the same planet at once… you’d taken the opportunity to invite them out. Well, it was actually Wrecker who invited you here, but you’d mentioned wanting to get together.
You were laughing off your second drink now, losing it over another stupid joke Hunter made. Or, more specifically, at the way Crosshair glared at him for saying it.
“You guys up for round three?” You quirked an eyebrow at the table.
“That even a question?” Wrecker grinned, already standing up. But you held a hand up, insisting on getting everyone’s drinks. They seemed reluctant to watch you go alone, but… the bar was mostly empty at this hour.
They shared a look: what could go wrong?
And so you left the booth, taking a seat at the bar and listing off their orders, plus your own, like second nature.
The bartending droid got to work, and you relaxed a bit against the bar, a light smile curving your lips.
“Well, aren’t you a pretty thing.”
You turned your head. There was a clone a couple seats away from you at the bar, nursing a half-empty drink you doubted was his first. Your smile faltered for a second before transforming into a more polite one. You nodded respectfully, trying to make it obvious you weren’t interested in conversation.
He didn’t take the hint. He stood up from his seat, abandoning his drink to lean against the bar right next to you.
“Ah… enjoying your night, soldier?” you tried, laughing awkwardly.
His face twisted in consideration as he shrugged. “Eh. Little quiet. Little boring.” Then his gaze flicked to you, and he grinned. “Until now. Haven’t seen you around here before.”
“Oh, yeah, uh… not my typical joint.”
“Figured. You look like you should be somewhere much nicer, little lady.”
Was that supposed to be a compliment? You just laughed again, shifting in your seat. The bartending droid was done with three of the six drinks you needed.
“You here all alone?”
“No, I’m here with friends.” An apologetic smile accompanied your response. You were hoping that would be enough to get him away. “They’re just sitting at a booth over there.”
He didn’t look. “Well, you’re alone right now.”
Another uncomfortable laugh left you, and you looked at the droid almost desperately. Work faster, you goddamn—
“I’ll keep you company, if you don’t mind…” His hand slid across the bar towards your crossed arms resting on the counter, and you quickly sat up straight, intertwining your fingers tightly in your lap.
“No, that’s okay. I’ll probably be… you know. Walking away in a second.” Take the hint, dude.
“Oh, but your friends can wait a few minutes, can’t they? I don’t think I’m ready to watch a pretty girl like you get away so soon.” He smiled, chuckling softly.
You just narrowed your eyes, no longer smiling as you desperately stared at the drinks on the platter. Five drinks. Just one more…
Your head was jerked back to look at the clone when he grabbed your chin, laughing at your startled expression. “You’ve got gorgeous eyes. Very expressive.”
“Excuse me,” a (thankfully) familiar voice chirped on your other side. “Can you make that Fire Dancer a double shot?” He’d been addressing the droid, but from his sharp tone… he was probably taking a jab at the clone, too.
The clone’s grip on your chin loosened just enough for you to turn your head. Tech was drumming his fingers on the bar on your other side, looking directly at the clone out of the corner of his eye.
“I don’t think she’s interested,” he deadpanned, expression unreadable.
The clone’s face twitched. “Hey… you’re one of those bad batchers,” he sneered. “Why don’t you go back to whatever corner you’re hiding in, and stop trying to act like you know everything?”
“I’ve got a better idea for you.” A sharp voice, low and gravelly, sliced the air. You turned again to see Crosshair standing behind the clone, one arm braced on the bar to box him between you and Crosshair.
“Get it through your head that she’s. Not. Interested,” he drawled, narrowing his eyes in that glare that was eerily similar to his sniping abilities—precise, intentional, and deadly.
Tech was leaning over your shoulder, trying to read a serial number printed on the clone’s armor. “CT-3889,” he read. “I’ll remember that.”
“What, are you gonna report me?” The clone snorted.
“Report? Oh, no. I can think of things that are worse than reporting. And easier, too.” He nodded, accepting his drink from the bartending droid.
“... You’re bluffing,” the clone narrowed his eyes, glancing once at Crosshair behind him.
The droid set a platter on the bar with the other five drinks you needed, and just as soon as it hit the surface, CT-3889 was up and gone, grumbling curses under his breath.
“... I don’t like that guy.” Crosshair narrowed his eyes, never letting his gaze leave the trooper once until he was out of the establishment. Then he looked at you, examining your face closely. “He touched you.”
You blinked. Watching them scare that guy off… you almost forgot that you were a part of this whole ordeal. “Oh. Uh…”
“Is he finally gone?” Echo drawled, eyeing the door carefully as he stepped closer. Hunter and Wrecker were behind him.
“If I ever see that guy on Kamino…” Wrecker snarled, cracking his knuckles irritably, “I’m gonna—”
“You’re not gonna do anything,” Hunter warned him. Then he looked at you. “Are you alright?”
“I was going to ask that,” Tech interjected quietly, taking a sip of his drink.
“You guys. I’m fine,” you almost had to laugh. Almost. “He was just…” you gestured vaguely. You didn’t want to say anything nice, but saying something mean would make it seem like you weren’t fine. Which, to be fair, you sort of weren’t.
“Insufferable,” Crosshair grumbled, picking up his own drink to throw it back.
“Ugly,” Wrecker added, then guffawed. That got you to laugh, too.
“Bothering you.” Tech said finally, and you nodded. He hummed. “Well then. I’m glad I intervened.”
“We shouldn’t have let you go off on your own,” Hunter said, almost apologetically.
“Yeah, regs can be…” Echo made a face, gesturing to the door. “... Like that.”
“And you guys are so much better,” you teased, putting your hands on your hips. “You probably scared that guy all the way back to his incubation chamber.”
Crosshair snorted. “Good.” After a slow sip of his drink, he just shook his head, almost imperceptibly. “I’d never stoop that low.”
“Wouldn’t you, now?” You raised an eyebrow, smirking.
Crosshair matched your grin. “Why would I harass some lady at a bar when I’ve already got you?”
Wrecker burst out laughing; a contagious sound. Soon you were all chuckling into your drinks again, but in those silent breaths between more jokes and stories…
You let yourself feel a little lighter. From what Crosshair said (and from how the boys were still eyeing the other bargoers suspiciously)... you had a feeling you wouldn’t have to worry about “suitors” like that again for a long time.
YIPPEEE it feels so good to write again... please send in more requests my darlings! I love the sillies,,
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.
I saw that your requests are open! I was wondering if i could ask for a Hunter x fem reader fic?
I’ve been struggling with mental health recently (seasonal depression is no joke and experiencing major burnout/ been laying in bed for the past few days 😭)— so I’d LOVE a fic that’s fluffy and comforting! I like to think that with his enhanced senses, Hunter can quite literally pick up on how anyone is feeling in the way they are breathing/ heartbeats.
Would love interactions with all the squad! I think it’d be genuinely healing to be comforted by all of them lol
So yeah! I love your writing so much! No pressure to write this one! Thanks!!
.⋅˚₊‧₊˚ ⋅ One Day at a Time .⋅˚₊‧₊˚ ⋅
❤️🩹 Pairings: Hunter x Female!Reader
❤️🩹 Word count: 2.8k
Plot Summary: Hunter notices through his enhanced senses that you've been struggling with depression and burnout for days. With the help of the Bad Batch, he gently pulls you out of isolation and reminds you that you don't have to face the heavy days alone.
Warnings: reader is depressed/burnt out, descriptions of depression/burnout, light mentions of food and eating, light tears, mental health, hurt/comfort, the boys comfort her, can be read as platonic or romantic
Author's Note: Ahhh Jac!! Thank you so much for submitting this request! I am SO sorry it took so long but I hope you enjoy it. I struggle to write characters being a little upset, so I hope it reads well enough to you. Thank you for all the support, this was so fun to write!! <3
Hunter noticed it before anyone else did.
He always did.
It started three rotations ago, with a slight irregularity in your breathing pattern. The rhythm was off, shallow and slow, like your lungs had forgotten why they needed to fill all the way. Your heartbeat told a similar story, sluggish and heavy, each beat requiring more effort than it should.
Now, standing outside what could be called your quarters on the Marauder, he pressed his palm flat against the cold metal door. The ship hummed beneath his feet, that familiar vibration he’d learned to tune out years ago, but he focused past it. Through the door, he could hear you. The rustle of sheets. A long, shaky exhale. The quiet that followed felt heavy, oppressive, like the air pressure had shifted in that small space.
He’d tried giving you distance. Three rotations of it. Three rotations of watching you retreat further into yourself, your smiles not quite reaching your eyes, your voice a little too flat when you spoke. Tech had asked you about the datapad modifications yesterday, and Hunter had tracked the way you moved slower than usual, how your fingers fumbled with the tools like they weighed too much. You’d laughed it off. Made some joke about needing caf.
But your laugh sounded wrong. Empty.
Hunter knocked, two gentle raps of his knuckles.
“Yeah?” Your voice came muffled through the door, and he heard the scrape of movement, like you were trying to sit up.
“It’s me. Can I come in?”
A pause. He could sense your heartbeat, that same slow, heavy rhythm. “Sure.”
The door slid open with a soft hiss, and he took in the scene with quiet concern. The bunk was a mess of tangled blankets, and you were half buried in them, propped against the wall. The lighting was dim, just the faint emergency strips along the floor, and in that low amber glow, he could see the exhaustion carved into your features. Dark circles shadowed your eyes. Your hair was disheveled. When you looked at him, there was a brittleness in your expression, like a leaf curling in on itself at the end of autumn, brown at the edges and barely clinging to the branch.
“Hey.” You tried for casual, but your voice cracked on the single syllable.
Hunter stepped inside, letting the door close behind him. He could sense everything in the cramped quarters. The stale air that meant you hadn’t left this room in hours. The faint salt scent of tears, old ones, dried on your skin. The weight in your limbs when he moved closer, like gravity had doubled and you were too tired to fight it.
He didn’t ask if you were okay. That would’ve been pointless. Instead, he crossed to the bunk and sat on the edge, careful not to crowd you but close enough that his presence couldn’t be ignored.
“You haven’t been sleeping.” It wasn’t a question.
Your laugh came out tired, threadbare. “That obvious?”
“Your heartbeat’s been off. Slower.” He kept his tone soft, non-judgmental. “Has been for days.”
Something flickered across your face, surprise maybe, or embarrassment, and you looked away. Your fingers twisted in the blanket draped over your lap, worrying at a loose thread, the movement automatic and listless. “I’m fine, Hunter. Just tired.”
“You’re not fine.”
The words hung between you, simple and irrefutable, and he watched your shoulders sag. The fight drained out of you all at once, leaving behind something raw and vulnerable. Your breathing stayed shallow, deliberate, like each inhale was something you had to remember to do.
“I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”
Hunter’s chest ached. He’d felt helpless before, plenty of times, usually when someone was bleeding out and the medkit was nowhere to be found. But this was different. This wasn’t something he could stitch up or cauterize.
“Nothing’s wrong with you,” he said firmly.
"Then why can't I just push through it?" Your voice was barely above a whisper, and you pressed the heels of your palms against your eyes. "You and your brothers… you just keep going. No matter what gets thrown at you, you adapt, you survive, you take on more. And I'm over here falling apart over nothing. I don't have a right to feel like this when you've all been through so much worse."
"Hey." Hunter's voice was firm but gentle. He shifted closer, and when you didn't pull away, he carefully wrapped an arm around your shoulders. "Don't do that."
You went still for a moment, then slowly let yourself lean into him, your forehead resting against his chest plate. The coolness of the armor pressed into your skin, grounding. Real.
"We keep going because we have to," he continued quietly. "Because if we stop, we don't survive. But that doesn't mean it doesn't cost us. And it doesn't mean what you're feeling isn't valid."
Comforted by the privacy of his stature, you few quiet tears slipped free, dampening the fabric near his collar. For a few moments, you simply existed there in his hold, too tired to argue, too worn down to keep pretending.
Your fingers rested against his armor and Hunter kept his hold steady, patient. He'd learned a long time ago that sometimes people didn't need him to fix things or say the right words. Sometimes they just needed someone willing to sit in the heaviness with them, to not flinch away from the weight of it.
He didn't know how long you stayed like that, wrapped up in each other in the dim quiet of your quarters. Long enough for his knees to start protesting the angle. Long enough for your breathing to even out, for the tension to slowly bleed from your frame. When you finally pulled back, your eyes were red-rimmed and puffy, your cheeks blotchy, and Hunter thought you'd never looked more human.
"Sorry," you rasped.
He reached up, using his thumb to gently wipe away the remaining tears from your cheeks. "Don't apologize."
"I got your armor all wet."
"It'll dry." His mouth quirked, almost a smile. "Not the first time. Won't be the last."
That got a watery laugh out of you, small but genuine, and something in his chest loosened. He reached up, brushing a strand of hair back from your face with careful fingers. His hand lingered there, thumb tracing the curve of your cheekbone, and your eyes fluttered closed at the contact.
"When's the last time you ate something?" he asked.
You were quiet for a beat too long.
"Right." He stood, already moving toward the door. "Come on."
"Hunter, I can't—"
"You can." He turned back, extending a hand.
Your gaze dropped to his outstretched palm, and he could see the war playing out behind your eyes. The urge to retreat, to hide, battling against something else. Something that wanted to reach out. Wanted to accept the lifeline he was offering.
Slowly, shakily, you placed your hand in his.
The main hold was empty when you arrived, but Hunter had commed ahead. By the time he got you settled on one of the supply crates, the others started filtering in. Wrecker first, his massive frame taking up most of the narrow space, and Hunter didn't miss the way the big guy's expression softened when he saw you.
"Hey!" Wrecker's voice boomed, but he tempered it, gentler than usual. "There you are! We've been missin' ya."
You managed a small smile, though it wavered at the edges. "Hi, Wrecker."
Before you could react, he crossed the hold and pulled you into a hug, lifting you clean off the crate. Your spine popped in three places, and when he set you back down, there was the ghost of relief in your posture.
"There ya go," Wrecker said proudly, like he'd just solved all your problems. He dropped down beside you, the crate groaning under his weight, and dug into his pack. "Here, I saved ya some of those dried meiloorun slices from our last supply run. The good ones, not the chewy ones Tech keeps buyin'."
Before you could thank him, Tech appeared, datapad in hand as always. He adjusted his goggles, a tell Hunter recognized as concern, and took a spot near the wall since the crates were filling up.
"I have been reviewing the sleep cycle data from the ship's environmental controls," Tech announced, as if this were a perfectly normal conversation starter. "Your quarters have been experiencing a point three degree fluctuation in temperature during the night cycle. Suboptimal conditions for rest. I will recalibrate the system."
Hunter caught the way your expression shifted, something warm breaking through the exhaustion. Tech's way of showing he cared was rarely conventional, but it was always sincere.
"Thank you, Tech," you said quietly.
"It is a simple matter of environmental regulation." He adjusted his goggles again, already pulling up the ship's schematics on his datapad. "I will have it corrected within the hour."
Omega bounded in alongside Echo, her energy infectious as always, and Echo's thoughtful as he took in the scene. He didn't say anything at first, just settled on your other side with the careful deliberation of someone who understood what it meant to have dark days. The pair watched as Omega bounded between Wrecker, eyed the dried fruit on the supply crate, and immediately grabbed a piece.
"Hey! Those are for 'er!" Wrecker protested, reaching out and snagging Omega by the ankle. She squealed, laughing as he gently tugged her off balance.
"Wrecker! Let go!"
"Not until you put it back!" But he was grinning, and Tech sighed dramatically.
"The resulting caloric loss from a single piece of fruit is negligible," Tech announced, which somehow turned into Crosshair muttering something about Tech's definition of negligible, and suddenly the three of them were bickering.
The noise created a pocket of space, and Echo used it. His scomp link rested against his knee, and after a moment, he spoke, his voice low enough that only you and Hunter could hear.
"You know, after Skako Minor, there were days I couldn't get out of my rack." His voice was quiet, matter of fact. "Felt like I was still in that stasis chamber sometimes. Like I'd forgotten how to be a person."
Hunter watched you turn toward Echo, really look at him, and saw recognition flicker in your eyes. Someone who understood.
"What did you do?" you asked.
"Learned it was okay to have those days. That they didn't make me broken." Echo's organic hand came to rest on your shoulder, a solid, grounding weight. "And I let these idiots help, even when I didn't want to."
A scoff came from the shadows near the weapons rack, and Hunter's jaw tightened as Crosshair stepped into the dim light, a toothpick rolling between his lips. The sniper had been lingering there the whole time, Hunter realized, listening but keeping his distance.
"You gonna lecture her about feelings now?" Crosshair drawled, but there was no real bite to it.
"Cross," Hunter warned.
But you surprised them both by letting out a weak laugh. "It's okay."
Crosshair studied you for a long moment, his keen eyes picking apart details the way he'd scan a battlefield. Then he moved, fluid and precise, dropping something into your lap. A small toolkit, the one you'd been looking for two rotations ago when you'd mentioned your datapad acting up.
"Found it in the cargo hold," he said with a shrug, like it was nothing. Like he hadn't spent time searching for it because he'd noticed you needed it. "Figured you'd want it back."
Your fingers closed around the toolkit, and Hunter tracked the shift in your pulse. Steadier now. Calmer.
"Thank you," you whispered.
Crosshair's expression didn't change, but he gave a short nod before retreating back to his corner.
The conversation around you continued, Wrecker now trying to convince Omega that she owed you two pieces of fruit for stealing one, her protest dissolving into giggles. In the midst of the chaos, she wiggled free and plopped down near you, still clutching her contraband.
"Will you help me with my studies later?" she asked, bumping her shoulder against yours. "There's this navigation problem I can't figure out. You're way better at explaining than Tech."
"I am right here," Tech said without looking up from his datapad.
"You use too many big words," Omega replied simply, popping the fruit into her mouth with a satisfied grin.
You huffed a laugh, and Hunter felt it like a victory. He moved to the small galley counter, pulling together something simple. Ration bars weren't exactly gourmet, but he warmed them up, added some of the preserved fruit they'd bartered for on their last supply run, and poured a cup of caf that he deliberately made weaker than you usually took it. You needed rest more than stimulants.
"I'm not really hungry," you started, but he cut you off with a look.
"Try anyway."
Hunter set the plate within reach, then settled onto the crate beside you. His shoulder pressed against yours, a steady point of contact.
The conversation flowed around you, Wrecker recounting some ridiculous story about a mission gone sideways, Omega interjecting with her own commentary, Tech fact-checking every third sentence. It was noise, familiar and comforting, and Hunter kept his attention split between the banter and you. Monitoring. Making sure you didn't fade away.
At some point, you picked at the food. Not much, but it did taste a lot better than regular ration bars.
After the food was cleared, Omega tugged on your sleeve. "Come on, I wanna show you something."
You let her pull you to your feet, and Hunter watched as she led you toward the bunks, chattering about a new holonovel she'd found. Tech followed, still lecturing about proper narrative structure, and Wrecker clapped a massive hand on your shoulder as he passed, gentle despite his strength.
Hunter stayed in the galley, giving you space but keeping his senses attuned. He could track your movement through the ship, could hear Omega's bright voice and your softer responses. The knot that had been sitting in his gut for three days was finally starting to unravel.
Later, after Omega had fallen asleep mid-sentence and Tech had retreated to his data analysis, Hunter found you standing in the corridor outside your "quarters." You were staring at the door like it was some kind of insurmountable obstacle, your arms wrapped around yourself.
He approached slowly, deliberately making noise so he wouldn't startle you. "Need company?"
You turned, and in the low light, your eyes were overly bright. "I don't want to be alone," you admitted, the words so quiet he almost missed them. "But I don't want to be a burden either."
"You're not." He moved closer, closing the distance until he was right in front of you. "You could never be."
"Hunter..."
You were quiet for a long moment, staring at the door like it took too much energy to look at him. "I don't know how to make it stop."
"You don't have to fix it tonight." Hunter shifted closer, his presence solid and unhurried. "Just get through tonight. Then we'll handle tomorrow when it comes."
"One day at a time?"
"One day at a time," he confirmed. "And you're not doing it alone."
Your breath shuddered out, something loosening in your chest. "Thank you. For... for checking on me. For bringing everyone together like that." You glanced back toward where the main hold was, where you could still hear the muffled sounds of the squad settling in for the night. "I know I've been useless lately, but you all... you didn't have to do any of this."
"You're not useless," Hunter said firmly. "And we wanted to. All of us."
Your breath hitched, and then you were surging forward, arms wrapping around his waist, face buried against his chest again. Hunter held you close, one hand cradling the back of your head, the other splayed across your shoulders. He could feel your heartbeat against his, no longer stalling nor racing, but settling into a rhythm that matched his own.
"Stay," you mumbled against his armor. "Please."
"He pressed a kiss to the top of your head, soft and lingering. "Okay."
He guided you back into your quarters, and this time the space didn't feel oppressive. He shed his armor, piece by piece, setting it carefully aside until he was down to his blacks. You watched him with something fragile and hopeful in your expression, and when he climbed into the bunk beside you, you didn't hesitate. You curled into his side, head on his chest, one hand fisted in the fabric of his shirt.
Hunter wrapped his arms around you, feeling the way you slowly relaxed against him. Your breathing deepened, evened out, and he focused on that. On the steady rise and fall of your chest. On the warmth of you pressed against him. On the fact that you were here, you were safe, and you were letting him help.
"Hunter?" Your voice was drowsy, already half asleep.
"Yeah?"
"Thank you."
He tightened his hold, pressing another kiss to your hair. "Always."
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