She her is 29 she her is autistic she her love star wars she her loves the book of boba fett and she her loves the bad Bach she her loves 1D and she her loves arsenal
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My friend looking at my 50 or so codywan fanarts: ... I feel like there is a strong homoerotic subtext.
Me: Yes.
*side eye*
My friend, kindly: So... you identify with gay people?
Me, thinking: ... It's not about where I am on the flag. If I had to designate a spot, I probably could. Mostly. It's about the fact that I am at my most confortable with people united under that flag.
Flag people, I love you. Also, thank you. ššš
Could I request a Bad Batch and Steven Universe crossover where The Batch (individual) accidentally fuses with the reader? I imagine that with Hunter they'd almost immediately get overstimulated and Tech would just be really fascinated with it, but you can do whatever you'd like.
Iāll leave the fusion look up to you all.
Hunter:
He knew it was a possibility since Y/N was Stevenās twin.
He was a bit cautious at first. First it was the dancing part (despite his denial he does indeed have good dance skills), then it was the fusion part itself.
Thankfully Connie helped a lot.
The fusion only went halfway first attempt, due to Hunterās enhanced senses going overtime.
But once they try again, Hunter is able to control his senses, and it helped he was able to realize how close he and Y/N was at this moment.
Said fusion could be falsely identified as force sensitive with how in tune Hunterās senses have become more powerful in said form.
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Tech:
He studied extensively for this.
Was he scared? He wonāt admit it, but first attempt youād figure it out.
He did have confidence in fusing, having already studied Connie and Stevenās fusion, but was more insecure on his dance moves to make it happen.
Thankfully, Garnet and Pearl helped him find a dance style for him.
The two of you fused, and Tech swore mentally he could see beyond what he had before, and could honestly feel he could absorb all the universeās knowledge in an instant.
What really occurred, is said fusion gave Tech better eye sight. And the knowledge thing was more his mind blown away by the feeling of fusion.
āā-
Wrecker:
Didnāt understand the whole concept of fusion, but he was very curious after seeing Steven fusing with Connie and later his dad.
Tech and Garnet helped with the knowledge part.
But the dance part? Wrecker could dance like no ones business.
The first attempt was fun, more dancing than fusing, but overall the result happened.
Wrecker couldnāt believe how amazing it felt, not to mention he could see out both eyes as a result.
Plus he loved to surprise his enemies, and fusing just gave him another fun way to kick butt. Of course he felt honored and loved when fusing with you, wonāt keep that contained for sure.
āā-
Crosshair:
Despite figuring out fusion knowledge wise pretty quickly, he was skeptical.
Not of you, but more of just not knowing how heād feel as a result.
At least he can dance, but preferred to do so in private, knowing his brothers would spy on such a scene.
Didnāt stop his brothers from seeing said fusion, thanks to Garnetās vision.
So the two of you fusedā¦and honestly he felt pretty good.
Now if he could just figure out how to use his rifle without messing up in front of his brothers in fusion form.
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Echo:
Heās been in the presence of Jedi and many unusual beings, fusion didnāt phase him shock wise.
What did shock him, was he was capable of doing so with you.
He was honored of course, but he had more questions than answers on just how with his mechanical side.
Peridot did explain how such tech wonāt get in the way of fusion, if itās a part of him, itāll work.
So you fuse, and Echo swears for the first time since he woke up, that he felt human.
Helped fusing gave him the use of all limbs, just with a fused metal armor from his sole metal body. Overall making him more confident in battle, knowing it be hard for anyone to harm the two of youād fusion.
āā-
Bonus ~ Omega:
She was ecstatic, absolutely down to fuse.
She wanted to fuse with not just you, but Steven too.
She had a lot of questions, and you and Steven could understandā¦that is until she starts asking.
āHow do you move? Does one person control one side of the body?ā
āWhat happens when you need to go to the bathroom?ā
āIf I were to fuse while holding a weapon, would said weapon fuse with your shield?ā
Amethyst and the gems chuckled, seeing younger Stevenās self in said questions.
Steven turns red by the end, but at least you and Omega can fuse.
Dancing like no oneās business is her specialty, so of course itās a easy turn.
how i think certain characters would feel in the force. i'm a visual learner so i like making aesthetics for my headcannons. what do you think? who else should i do?
Ā· It's always been Wrecker's speciality to look after Hunter regarding his sensory meltdowns.
Ā· He can usually sense when Hunter is struggling before anyone else (Tech has never seen one. When he catches onto the situation, he worries he is an overwhelming person and would only be a hindrance.)
Ā· He tries to eliminate unnecessary stimuli on the ship or keep him grounded with a firm hand on his shoulder in public.
Ā· It was Wrecker who gave Hunter his bandana. Hunter's main form of stimming was chewing his hair until the ends started to snap off. It used to be a lot longer but now it's as long as it can be without it being able to reach his mouth. He's become very aware of his unhealthy stims over the years and now tries to anchor himself in his body, so when he's overwhelmed or bored, you'll find him very still, eyes fixed on the middle distance as he tunes into his own heartbeat.
Ā· When they can't be prevented, Hunter usually manages to take himself away without suspicion. Wrecker finds him panicking or crying somewhere and holds him in a firm embrace if he needs, or leaves him alone in quiet.
Ā· Wrecker hasn't memorized hand signals, but he knows all the signals created between him and Hunter mid-meltdown when talking is just too much. A squeeze on the thumb for a pillow and blanket, a pat on the hand to be left alone, a kiss on the hand for a tight hug.
Ā· Wrecker will wait with Hunter even when it seems like he's calmed down. This time is spent in complete silence while Hunter recuperates until he sits up and suggests making a cup of tea.
Ā· Crosshair has helped a lot too. Sometimes he will happen to walk in during the peak when Wrecker isn't there and will simply sit with him. If he asks for something, Crosshair will sort it, but most of the time he gives Wrecker the space and makes sure the cockpit is organized and calm before they return.
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Random collection of things folks have asked me, and proof that the fuck-around-and-find-out chart exists with me (you know who you are <3 ). These include sfw and nsfw things that, apparently, may or may not be Star Wars related.
Remember, my asks are always open and dms always welcome!
Shower Prep - TBB - Which of the boys leaves the shower in a towel, fully dresses, or with nothing at all!
Bed Sheet Choices - TBB - Which sheet aesthetic would the boys and Omega choose?!
Spicy Sounds - TBB (nsfw) - Which of the boys is the most, uh, vocal
Ice Cream Truck! - random fun - Where do they come from? How do they come from?
Places for Alone Time - TBB (nsfw) - Where do the batchers prefer to enjoy their alone time?
Bath Time - TCW (very loose nsfw?) - Shower/bath/lake for Rex, Wolffe, and Gregor
Sully stuck her shovel in the side of the ditch and wiped her brow. She took a swig of water from her canteen and checked the position of the sun. She flexed her right prosthetic hand, wiggling each of her fingers, making sure nothing had shorted. It was almost lunch time and she felt like it was hotter than both the suns of Tatooine. After her violent breakdown in front of the whole base, she was demoted and put on probation. If she could behave then she would resume her duties as a medical officer. She was housed with the other ātrouble makersā of the camp and put on heavy labor duties. It was mindless labor, moving rocks, digging trenches, cutting down trees.
She had plenty of time to think and to to suffer. She knew she was wrong in her outburst at Wrecker, but her terrible pride wouldnāt let her go to him. Many a night she had suffered her nightmare, waking only to annoyed tent-mates, and not Wreckerās loving and calm embrace. He wasnāt there to soothe her fears, or massage her thigh when they cramped from her prosthetic. She missed his smile and his hearty laugh. Nothing was the same without him. She had seen glimpses of him around the camp and in the mess hall, but she avoided his gaze. If she had taken the time to look at him she would have seen nothing but love and adoration for her. His affections for her still burned brightly despite the advice of others to forget about her. But he trudged on; teaching, working, and going on the occasional mission. Two weeks apart and he still missed her. Three weeks and he was liking his routine. By four weeks he was almost to his old chipper self and Hunter and Tech were glad of it. They couldnāt stand to see him so sad and not taking joy in his work. So it came as a surprise when Sully came by their tent looking for Wrecker.
āHeās not here right now. Why do you want to talk to him?ā Hunter asked cautiously.
Sully kept her eyes trained on his face, knowing she couldnāt lie to him. āItās personal.ā
Hunter just stared at her for a beat longer. āHeās happy again. Just be sure about what youāre doing because you broke his heart.ā
Sully looked away from Hunter. āI know.ā
She started to walk away when Wrecker was walking towards them. āOh. Hi, Sully,ā he said with a small smile.
āHey. Can we go somewhere to talk?ā she asked him as she looked between him and Hunter. Hunter disappeared back into their shared tent.
Wrecker nodded his head and they began to walk around the camp. Sully led him to the tents next to the medical center as there were less people around. She found some crates and sat down, motioning for him to sit also. Wrecker sat, but he was very tense. āHow have you been?ā she asked him.
āIāve been fine. Working a lot.ā After a pause he asked. āHow about you?ā
āIāve been ok. Working a lot. My probation is almost over.ā Sully was looking at her hands, and then spared a glance at Wrecker. āIāve had some time to think, you know,ā she said with a nervous chuckle.
He watched her as he scratched at the side of his face. Then he crossed his arms, not feeling comfortable at all.
āI want to say sorry for what I said to you. I had no right to take out my anger on you,ā Sully said.
Wrecker nodded his head in acknowledgement but said nothing.
āIāve spent some time alone. So Iāve had time to think. I want us to be back together. Iāve been so lonely without you and I donāt want to go on living without you. Do you think you can give me another chance?ā she asked with a shaky voice.
He looked at her and let out a sigh as he unfolded his thick arms. āI understand you miss me and are lonely, but will I be enough for you? You say you love me but what happens when youāre having a bad day, what then?ā
Sully looked down at the ground gathering her thoughts. āI know Iām not fully recovered, and I donāt think I will be. But itās a start right? I can keep trying to be better for you-
āNot for me. For yourself,ā he interrupted.
āI know for myself, too, but I can treat you better than I did.ā
The silence between them grew as Wrecker contemplated the situation. Tech and Echo were so much better at making decisions based on facts. He had to make one based on feelings and feelings just didnāt make sense to him.
āSo what do you think? Can you give me another chance?ā Sully asked.
āInstead of asking me if I will give you another chance, you need to tell me what youāre willing to do to make our relationship work. Are you willing to see the good parts of yourself and give those to me?ā he asked with a burst of confidence. He knew he didnāt want his heart to be broken again. He wasnāt looking for a short term relationship either. With the uncertainty of the Rebellion against the Empire, if he met his untimely death, heād rather know he had loved fully, and was loved fully in return.
Tears were glistening in Sullyās eyes. To accept herself, the damaged and the good parts, was asking a lot. She nodded her head as she looked at him.
āYou canāt just quit me because youāre having a bad moment, or a bad day. Itās fine to be angry, but let me help you,ā Wrecker said.
The tears fell this time and Sully couldn't stop them. āI wonāt quit on us again,ā Sully breathed out.
āItās going to take work to get back to where we were, and I want us to be better than we were,ā Wrecker said. He motioned for her to come over to him as he opened his arms to her. She practically threw herself at him, burying her face into his chest as she clung to his shirt. Sully was full on sobbing at this point, saying how sorry she was. Wrecker calmly stroked her back, letting her get her sorrow out of her system. āI wonāt leave you, I promise,ā she said to him.
He guided her to stand and then sat her in his lap. She rested her head against his shoulder and he rested his head against hers. āI love you, cyare,ā he said as he pressed a kiss to her head.
i do appreciate Hunter's committment to his aesthetic,, ie. making his armor pieces (bicep & leg) match his facial tattoo -- left side armor is dark to match his tattooed side, right side is lighter to match his untattooed side.
(also credit to the animators for such a neat little detail!)
Hello friend! I couldn't find any rules for requests on your blog, so hopefully this one's okay, and if not feel free to ignore it!
Would you be okay with doing a little something based on the idea that all five of the bad batch boys realize that they're all in love with their medic reader? Like maybe they all just KNOW that their other brothers feel the same way about the reader and what they do about it? Do they all talk it over in private? do they just silently start trying to one up each other as a secret competition for her heart? Do they maybe go to the reader themselves instead? Or maybe they decide sharing is caring?? I'd love to hear your take on this concept, headcanons or a fic or whatever you're inspired to do with this idea it's all fine by me!
Please and thank you and also I hope you have a good weekend š
I have had the BEST time with this ask, and I hope you love it. This is deffo one I could write about from different angles all day long. I love the boys, but they provide more inspiration than I know what to do with, so this is only part 1 š¬ if you had something else in mind, donāt hesitate to let me know. you know Iām always down to write about the boys š„°
The Bad Batch x afab!Reader
warnings: mention of injury, nothing graphic, poly no clonc*st, Crosshair pining š
word count: 3721 (*self control left the chat*)
The Havoc Marauder was never quiet, and now was no exception. Wreckerās snores, Techās tinkering, Echoās quiet muttering in his sleep, the barely audible sounds of Hunter fiddling with his knife. But there was a hole of silence in the quilt of sound, and it was shaped like you. Itās been 15 rotations, not that Crosshairās counting, without your laugh ringing out, without your back popping loudly as you stretched when you woke up, without your voice whispering his name, as you sleepily let him know it was his turn on watch.
The five of them had been together, and theyād never needed or wanted anyone else in their space, on their team. Crosshair hadnāt even wanted you around at first. Wrecker had warmed to you quickly, but of course a pretty thing like you would never need the hard sell with Wrecker. Hunter had been wary of you, but in an effort to keep Wrecker from getting too attached, heād inadvertently formed his own attachment to your presence. As for Tech and Echo, theyād kept their distance well enough, but your quiet intelligence, and curiosity had drawn them in.
Crosshair had been the holdout. Incensed by every breath you drew in his presence. The way you checked in with him after every mission, as if he needed you poking and prodding him. But when he needed stitches, youād asked for permission to help him. If he didnāt want you to touch him, you wouldnāt.
āIād never do anything without your consent. Youāre in control here,ā youād said, holding your kit in steady hands, as you waited for his decision. Heād watched you with rapt attention through the mirror, your fingers resting gently against his skin, as you carefully cleaned, stitched up, and bandaged the wound on his shoulder.
After that, he would silently request your assistance when he needed it, and over time even when he didnāt need it. He would never say it out loud, but bacta patches placed by your gentle hands worked better. Your stitches were nearly painless. And the way youād hum while you workedā¦well, that was just adorable.
When Commander Cody had requested you for a short stint, Wrecker had grumbled endlessly, and Crosshair had been the first to tell him to suck it up because youād be back in their hair soon enough. He needed the space to clear his head, and he hoped the others would come to their senses without you in their presence.
Wrecker admitted to missing you within 12 hours. Tech kept finding excuses to talk about you. Meanwhile Hunter and Echo kept pointing out things you would like, and setting them aside for you. They had also placed bets on when Crosshair would snap and march onto the Negotiator to steal you back. Not that they would be upset if he did.
When it became clear that Crosshair would rather eat his armor than admit to being the least bit interested in you, the four of them had dragged him into the cockpit to decide what they would do when you returned. The feelings were there, and they werenāt going anywhere, but how to proceed.
āWe should just come out and say it!ā Wrecker said, feeling like the matter was concluded.
āIt needs to be a tad more romantic than that,ā Echo said shaking his head.
āAccording to my observations of her, she would appreciate a romantic gesture,ā Tech said.
āFlowers?ā Wrecker offered.
āShe deserves more than flowers for putting up with us,ā Echo said laughing.
āWe could make a stop on her home world. Itās not too far out of the way,ā Hunter added. āI think sheād like that.ā
āThis is a waste of time,ā Crosshair said rolling his eyes. āYouāre fooling yourselves.ā
āWhen have Hunterās senses ever been wrong?ā Tech asked not even bothering to look up. āAccording to what heās told me, sheās at the very least physically attracted to us. Based on her behavior that extends to an emotional bond as well.ā
āWhat happened to not getting attached?ā Crosshair challenged, and his brothers all looked at each other before looking back at him.
āYou know youāre not as subtle as you think, Crosshair,ā Echo said.
āAnd if I can tell how anyoneās feeling, itās the four of you,ā Hunter added.
āYouāre all delusional,ā Crosshair said shaking his head.
āYou had her put a bacta patch on your arm last mission, and you coulda done it yourself,ā Wrecker said giving the sniper a playful shove.
āShe is our medic, she should at least pretend to do a job around here,ā Crosshair said defensively. It was a losing battle, and he knew it. The others were blissfully under your spell, but he was not about to let you hurt him. Not about to let you reject him. No matter how badly he wanted you.
But as the clock rolled into the 16th rotation without you, it was Crosshair who hated your absence more than anyone. The others were open about it in their own ways, but he held it close. It was one of the few secrets heād kept from his brothers. The realization annoyed him, as he swung his long legs over the side of his bunk to take over on watch for Hunter.
Sensing the tension rolling off of his younger brother, Hunter cleared his throat.
āSheāll be back in 2 rotations, and youāll get to sleep longer again.ā He knew it wasnāt sleep Crosshair was after, but it was the best way to let him know you were on your way back without suggesting the sniper actually missed you lest they wind up in another argument.
āOh good, the little doctor will be back to baby Wrecker again, and you can all confess your love, and live happily ever after,ā Crosshair sneered, but Hunter knew him well. There was no bite in his tone, and his face was more relaxed than Hunter had seen it since you waved goodbye and disappeared into the Negotiator.
āShe just commed to see if we could pick her up before our next mission, and I almost said no,ā Hunter said absently, as Crosshair dropped into the co-pilotās seat. It wasnāt true, but he could hear Crosshairās heart racing, his teeth grinding in frustration.
āI thought you were dying to have her back,ā Crosshair bit out.
āWell, Codyās really wanting to keep her, and it would be a great opportunity for her,ā This part was true, but he knew he shouldnāt tease his brother this way even though he was sure whatever doubt your absence hadnāt wiped out, would be obliterated by jealousy.
āCommander Cody has a squad of medics. He doesnāt need her,ā Crosshair replied, scoffing. The thought of Cody trying to tempt you away from them with a Star Destroyer and a Jedi annoyed Crosshair down to his bones. You wouldnāt be swayed by a big ship, and fancy toys. Would you?
āYouāve got a point,ā Hunter began before putting the last nail in the coffin. āHe doesnāt need herā¦maybe he just wants her.ā
He could hear Crosshairās heart thumping wildly, as he tried to maintain his composure.
āDoubt it,ā Crosshair grumbled after several moments spent working to unclench his jaw.
āGuess weāll find out,ā Hunter said, rising from the pilotās chair. āThe callās recorded, so you can watch it, and see for yourself.ā
āIām sure sheāll never shut up about it when sheās back,ā Crosshair said dismissively.
Humming softly with a shrug, Hunter said good night, and left Crosshair alone. The sharpshooter waited until he was sure Hunter was asleep before playing your conversation.
As your form appeared, bathed in blue, a smile tugged at Crosshairās lips. Had you always been this beautiful?
āHi, Sarge! Itās so good to see you. Iāve missed you boys like crazy,ā you nearly moaned.
Heād never heard you make a sound like that. He immediately thought of you making that sound just for him, which annoyed him, but he couldnāt stop listening.
āWe miss you too, cyarāika. Iām sure youāre having fun though,ā Hunter replied.
āItās been nice to stretch my legs a bit and put some of the things Iāve learned to use. Commander Codyās amazingā¦heās uh, asked me if I want to stay on,ā You look shy, nervous.
āOh, is that uh, something youāre interested in?ā
āDonāt get me wrong the Negotiator is spectacular, and Iāve enjoyed my time with the 212th,ā you bite your lip, shifting your weight. You seem unsure if you should continue. After a moment, you pressed on, ābut theyāre missing a few things I canāt live without, so Iād like to come home, back to the Marauder I mean.ā
āWeāll be glad to have you back,ā Hunter replied.
āGood,ā You look so relieved. āI havenāt stopped thinking about you boys since I left. Are you getting enough quiet time? Are Tech and Echo sleeping? Is Wreck staying out of trouble? Is Cross eating properly?ā
Crosshair barely hears the rest of conversation because he canāt get past the part where you miss them, where you were worried about him.
āIāll be all packed up and ready to go in two rotations. Do you mind coming to get me?ā Your needy tone shakes Crosshair out of his thoughts. āI could get a shuttle, but it would take another rotation or two, and I donāt think I can wait that long.ā
Crosshair realized he couldnāt either. He needed you back immediately. Sooner, really.
āOf course, doll,ā Hunter says soothingly. āTwo rotations, and weāll be there.ā
Reassured, your shoulders relax, āWonderful! I canāt wait to see all of you! Iām sure Crosshair has enjoyed the break from me, but Iāve missed him so much. I miss all of you, Hunter.ā Your voice is so tender, it makes his heart clench.
He had not enjoyed the break at all though. Between his brothers giving him a hard time, and wanting you back, he was miserable.
Two rotations. It wouldnāt be long now.
***
Crosshairās leg was bouncing, as the Marauder docked with the Negotiator. You were so close, almost home.
The five of them boarded the Star Destroyer, and Crosshairās eyes began searching for you immediately. Cody was there to greet them, grasping Hunterās arm in welcome.
āGood to see you, Commander,ā Hunter said warmly.
āGood to see you too, Sergeant,ā Cody began, āIām not going to lie, I tried to keep your medic. Sheās brilliant, and the men adore her.ā
āOf course they do,ā Wreckerās pride in you is evident.
āShe said the Negotiator was missing a few necessities,ā Cody quirked an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.
āSheās quite mistaken. The Havoc Marauder is not equipped with even 10% of what a Republic Venator has,ā Tech says, brow furrowed.
āIt doesnāt have Gonky,ā Wrecker said as though it were obvious.
āIt doesnāt have the five of you either!ā you quipped, appearing at Codyās elbow.
āCyarāika!ā Wrecker bellowed, scooping you up and spinning you around.
āWrecker!ā you squealed as you returned his hug as tightly as you could
Crosshairās heart was pounding again. He waited at the back of the group, watching his brothers welcome you back. Pressing their foreheads to yours, ghosting their fingers over your jaw, holding the back of your head gently. Then you were standing in front of him. Arms clasped behind your back, not reaching for him as you had the others. Respecting his space as always.
āIām happy to see you too, Cross. Ready to deal with me every day again?ā
āAre you ready to deal with me? All of us, again?ā
āReady and looking forward to it!ā Your smile is bright and he nearly reached for you then, but he stopped himself.
āWell, Commander, you know where to find us, if you need usā¦or our medic again,ā Hunter said with a grin.
āIt was an honor serving alongside the 212th, Commander. I appreciate the opportunity,ā You saluted Cody, and the others followed suit.
āThe pleasure was all ours,ā Cody returned the salute, and watched as the six of you returned to the Marauder.
***
Youāre getting settled back into your space on the Marauder, answering questions from Wrecker, curious about the armory and ordnance, and Tech pestering you for every detail about the Negotiator, as Echo and Hunter wait to get a word in edgewise.
āCome on, boys. Give her some breathing room,ā Hunter says, scooting them towards the cockpit, ignoring their protests.
āItās good to have you back, saraad,ā Echo said with a soft smile, that made your heart skip a beat.
You smile fondly at them as they go, going back to unpacking your things, and changing.
Crosshair is in his bunk, pretending heās not watching you, but he canāt focus on anything else. Every inch of skin you reveal is making his body react. His heart thumping, breath growing shallow, as he drinks you in. This isnāt even the first time heās seen you naked or changing, but it feels different now. He frowns as he notices a bandage on your hip peaking out of your panties, wrapping around your hip. Itās covered swiftly by the bottom half of a fresh set of blacks.
He slid out of his bunk, and you turned to face him, as you pulled the top half down covering your stomach, hiding your skin from his gaze. Naturally, you stepped back to give him space, and you were pleasantly surprised when he deliberately stepped closer. You looked up at him expectantly, eyes searching his for any hint of what heās up to.
Crosshair was sure he should say something, but his mind was only offering sardonic quips that would convey the truth, but not like he wanted. He lifted a hand, and tapped your hip softly, fingertips resting against you. This was the first time Crosshair had ever touched you without necessity. Your heart sped up, and you swallowed hard.
āWhatās this?ā he asked, his voice low and even.
āRooftop sniper,ā you shook your head, folding your arms. āOne of the other medics wasnāt as lucky. He was still in the med bay when you came to pick me up. No one could have clocked him to be fair.ā
āI could have,ā Crosshair said, anger simmering under his even tone.
āWell, thereās only one Crosshair in the galaxy. Next time I leave, Iāll take you with me.ā You smiled up at him, but his face held the frown.
āHey, Iām ok. Still good to do my job,ā you added, brow furrowing.
āFucking regs,ā He swore, as he shifted his hand to hold your hip gently like you were a fragile thing. A fragile thing that belonged to him.
You hesitated before resting your hand against his chest, tapping your fingertips against the plastoid.
āCross, Iām home, and in one piece. How can I show you?ā
An eyebrow raised at that, sharp eyes taking you in, lingering on your lips, as they parted, a silent invitation for him. He leaned down, bringing his lips close to yours, begging you to close the distance. You wrapped your arms around his trim waist, as you pressed your lips to his softly.
The ache that had been simmering in his chest since you left is morphing into arousal, moving to settle down in his belly. His lips moved tentatively against yours, teeth nipping gently at your bottom lip.
āHey,ā Wrecker protested loudly. āWe agreed weād all talk to her together, Crosshair!ā
The two of you break apart, and you clear your throat, your eyes trained on Crosshair.
āTalk to me about what?ā You asked, breathlessly.
āSorry, doll,ā Crosshair said before Wrecker tugged him away in a headlock.
āWhat are you gonna talk to me about?ā you asked again.
āWhen we get home, cyarāika,ā Wrecker said before turning to Crosshair. āKnew you were full of it, Cross!ā
You touch your lips, as you watch the pair of them playfully fighting down the corridor. Did that happen? You pinched your arm as hard as you could, grimacing when it hurt, confirming you were awake, Crosshair had just kissed you. What the hell happened while you were gone? And what did they need to talk to you about?
***
In the cockpit on watch, you relaxed in the copilotās chair, Tech snoozed gently in the pilotās chair. It was so good to be home despite the fact that there was clearly something going on with your boys. Your alarm beeped, and you rose from the chair, yawning and stretching ready to trade out with Crosshair, and pass out for a little while.
Hunter intercepted you in the hallway with a grin. āI canāt sleep, so Iāll cover for Crosshair. Go get some rest.ā He kissed your forehead, and added, āGood to have you home, Doc.ā
āGood to be home, Sarge,ā you replied before bidding him goodnight, and heading towards your bunk.
āHunter?ā You turn towards him.
āHmm?ā Hunter asks turning to you.
āWhat happened while I was gone? Whyās everyone acting weird?ā
āWeāll talk when we get back to Kamino. Get some rest,ā He says with a mysterious grin that makes you bite your lip.
You pout but follow his orders and head to your bunk. Youāre about to climb in when you look towards Crosshairās bunk. He was the least likely to spill the beans, but he had kissed you earlier. Was that the big secret?
You moved to stand near Crosshairās bunk. Pushing back the privacy curtain, you whispered his name like you normally would to wake him up for his shift.
āMy turn already?ā he replied sleepily.
āNo, Hunterās there. I was hoping we could talk about earlier, or we could just sleep,ā Even after your encounter earlier, he still made you nervous, and you worried youād made a mistake until he lifted the blankets, and silently invited you into his bed.
You crawled in, and he lowered the blanket over your body before snaking his arm around your waist and pushing his leg between yours. His muscular thigh pressed up against you, sending a wave of heat through your body. He tucked your head beneath his chin, and it became clear he was not saying a word, so you listened to his heartbeat until you were lulled to sleep.
When you woke up a few hours later, you realized that you hadnāt slept well at all while you were gone. You needed to be crammed into the Marauder with your squad to relax. It helped that Crosshair had held you the entire time, and as you stretched and arched your back you realized he was looking at you.
āDid you sleep well?ā you asked quietly not wanting to disturb the others. He simply nodded, his eyes roaming your face, as his hand rested on your waist.
āGood. We should be home soon, yeah?ā you asked, rolling onto your back before sitting up.
āSomething like that,ā Crosshair replied cryptically.
You didnāt bother asking what he meant before sliding out of the bunk, and tossing him a smile.
āIām going to see where we are. Go back to sleep.ā
Once again he nodded, but he knew there was no chance of going back to sleep. Not when he knew what they had planned for the day.
You wandered into the cockpit, taking the co-pilotās seat next to Echo.
āHow was your first night back?ā Echo asked smiling as you got comfortable in the chair.
āCozy. I didnāt realize how much Iād miss you guys until I was gone.ā
āI donāt think we did either,ā he confesses.
āOh yeah?ā You asked, trying not to seem too happy about it.
He nodded, and the two of you were quiet for a moment. As always silence was never awkward with Echo, and while this was no exception, you could feel a tension in the air. It was reminiscent of the one youād felt the night before when Crosshair had kissed you.
āI donāt suppose I can get you to tell me whatās going on?ā You asked, turning the chair towards him and leaning forward.
āAlways so impatient, saraad,ā Echo says shaking his head.
āI canāt help it. Somethingās up. Crosshair has been sweet to me,ā you add in a conspiratorial whisper.
Echo huffs out a short laugh.
āOh has he now?ā
āYeah, and,ā you hesistate. You want to keep going, to spill every thought in your head to Echo, but somethingās got your tongue. āItās nothing.ā You turn your chair back into place, and ask, āWhere are we? How far from home?ā
Reluctantly, Echo tears his gaze away from you. He looks over the navicomputer.
āNot far.ā
āYou wanna get some sleep? I can get us to Kamino safely.ā
He raises an eyebrow at that.
āOk, I can get us there. No promises on the condition,ā you concede.
āYouāre meant to be resting. Crosshair told us what happened,ā Echo trails off.
āI told you he was being sweet to me, but I guess a kiss is a little more than sweetā¦ā
āKiss?! I meant you getting shot!ā Echo hisses trying not to wake the others, as he spins towards you.
āHe told you about that?!ā You hiss back, spinning towards him.
āOf course he did. Why didnāt you?ā
āI didnāt wanna worry you guys. Cross was not happy when he saw the bandage, andā¦ā
āOf course he wasnāt. And Iām not happy you didnāt tell us. We could have lost you,ā Echoās eyes are worried, his brow knit together, as he reaches for your face.
His fingertips have just brushed your jaw when the cockpit opens, and the pair of you sit back and look towards the door.
āYouāre supposed to be resting,ā Hunter says, gesturing for you to follow him.
āI was,ā you pout. āI just wanted to see if we were close to home.ā
āThatās funny because it sounded like you were arguing about keeping your injury a secret,ā Hunter says. Out of everyone on the ship, you never thought Crosshair would be the one to tell on you.
āNo, I was justā¦trying toā¦ya know?ā
āNo, I donāt know, senaarāika. Now get in your bunk and rest your eyes. Iāll wake you the moment we land.ā
āFine,ā you relent, and climb into your bunk, and even your racing brain canāt keep you awake.
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Summary: You try out something new with Tech. As it turns out, like with pretty much everything, he knows exactly what heās doing.Ā
Relationship: Tech x f!reader (mention of Crosshair x f!reader, Hunter x f!reader if you squint)
NSFW 18+ only. Further details and warnings below the cut. Please read the warnings.
Chapter Summary: Tech gets a little rough and then goes to town on your neck with his mouth. Youāre reminded of Crosshairās fondness for nipple clamps and the various times heās used them on you. And then feelings appear again in the form of healthy kink practices.
Warnings: NSFW, smut, cock warming, domination, submission, Dominant Tech, submissive reader, drool/saliva, cock ring, mouth finger fucking, verbal degradation, naked reader, praise kink, oral kink, use of the word slut to refer to reader, possession, mental domination, humiliation, rough play, physical restraint, marking, nipple clamps, labia clamps, weights, chains, vaginal fingering, punishment, voyeurism, healthy kink practices (not sure this is really a warning but couldnāt think of anywhere else to put it), feelings, porn with feelings, Star Wars swearing, not beta read, no use of y/n. Mentions of: Temperature play
Word Count: 2800Ā Ā
Authorās Notes: Please read the warnings! And please let me know if you enjoyed it.Ā Comments feed my soul etc etc.
Thereās not many āMentions ofā warnings for this chapter as the reminiscing sections (as Iāve been calling them) are quite detailed and make up half the chapter. So pretty much everything that appears is listed in the warnings section instead. Iām doing warnings for each chapter along with some standard themes that appear throughout all or most of the fic, hence why they keep changing for each chapter. Hopefully Iāve mentioned everything but if Iāve missed any, please let me know!
Chapters: One, Two, Three, Four | Ao3 Ā
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Open and Waiting (Chapter 5)
Iām beginning to wonder if this is going to go on for another 3 hours and 16 minutes. Being prepped and teased and played with for hours sounds utterly torturous. Although, if it means I get four cocks instead of one then that is a sacrifice I am willing to make. Or at least try. Iām not sure how much longer I could last. Techās fingers filling and owning my mouth is a heavenly mix of sensation and ignominy but I am craving more. Apparently being made to drool all over yourself and have your mouth used as a personal lube dispenser isnāt enough humiliation.Ā
Perhaps Sir could be ever so kind as to consider impaling me on his cock instead?Ā
I must make the mistake of letting my distraction show on my face as suddenly Tech grips my hair tightly, twists, and pulls my head back sharply. A startled noise escapes my throat as my eyes widen and breath quickens. The lights above are shining straight in my eyes and blowing out my vision like some kind of low grade interrogation. My throat is open and exposed, the skin stretched taut, and I warily glance over at where I think Tech is out of the corner of my eye. Another ridiculously garbled noise leaves me and I realise that Techās fingers have followed me to my new trapped position, never shifting from their place of dominion over my mouth.Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā
Tech leans down next to my head, his tall frame looming over me and blocking out the light like an eclipse blotting out the sun. A deadly voice purrs low next to my ear.Ā Ā Ā
āCoat my fingers with your slobber properly, slut. You will need it later on.ā
Oh, please Sir. Please.
I let out an utterly ridiculous begging pleading noise that descends into repeated tiny gasping mewls that end up in time with my shuddering. Almost like Iām throwing a tantrum about not being allowed to suck on his fingers like some kind of new-born foal. Maybe the bratty version of me would throat a tantrum but all I want to be is good for him.
I twitch and squeak as Tech runs his hot, wet tongue along the shell of my ear before leaning back to regard me once more.Ā Ā
Those brown eyes sparkle behind his goggles as he scoffs in amusement.
āSo needy.ā he smoothly observes.
A desperate gurgle is all he gets in response.Ā
Iām sure the terrified whites of my eyes must be plainly evident by now. Usually Hunter is the one to indulge in this sort of thing but right now I feel completely trapped beneath Tech. He could do whatever he wants to me.Ā
And Iād let him.Ā Ā Ā Ā
Tech leans down again to pick up right where he left off, suckling on my earlobe and worrying it between his teeth. He moves to work at a spot high up on my neck and Iām shaking and gasping beneath him, quickened breaths turning to panting. Heās alternating between laving, mouthing, sucking, and biting at the spot heās picked.Ā
I know what this is.Ā
Iām being marked.Ā
Claimed as his.Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā
The bruise left in his wake will be in plain sight for all to see. None of my clothes have necklines that high and I always wear my hair up so the mark on my neck will be impossible to miss. Everyone will know what happened and who I belong to.
At least until we have to slap some bacta on it to make it quickly disappear before we go out on a mission or land somewhere Republic related.Ā
But at the moment, that doesnāt matter. For now, Iām his, and Tech is making damn sure that everyone knows it.
The sharp edge of his incisors run down the tendon in my neck and I twitch and gasp. I can feel him smiling against my skin. The absolute bastard.Ā
Tech finishes drawing his line of white hot fire down my neck by licking at the hollow of my throat before leaning back to regard his efforts with a critical eye, head cocked to the side.
āThat should be sufficient.ā he comments idly.
The tight grip on my hair relents as Tech moves his hand to the back of my head, thumb brushing over the mark heās made. I shiver at the touch but I darenāt move. Sir has not released me from this position.
Tech brushes his thumb over the spot again before pushing down on the bruised area, a solid application of steady force keeping me in my place. The pressure feels divine and I can feel more of my inhibitions slide away as I sink further into submission. I gaze at him through half-lidded eyes as I pant softly around his fingers. Two sharp, brown eyes keep me pinned in place just as much as the hand gripping my neck.Ā Ā Ā
āNow, what does this signify?ā he asks coolly.
āThat Iām yours Sir.ā I answer as best I can manage without the full use of my mouth.
āAnd who do you belong to?ā he follows up with.
āYou Sir.ā I immediately reply.
āGood.ā
The pressure on the spot on my neck relents and I moan and shudder at the release. It feels similar to the nipple clamps Crosshair is so fond of using. The sensation of them closing over my tight, erect buds is utterly exquisite but the release. Oh, the release. When my poor little squished nipples are finally freed and the clamps are taken off, the release is an all consuming wave of sensation that has been enough to push me over the edge. Iād been completely blindsided by that when it first happened, shaking through my sudden orgasm with a startled expression on my face. Mouth open in equal parts surprise and pleasure.Ā
Crosshair had been delighted at this discovery.Ā
I hadnāt seen him quite so pleased with something since he last nailed twenty droids with a single bounced shot.Ā
The ever so slight problem is that once Crosshair discovers something he likes, he refuses to let it go. And apparently torturing my nipples falls into this category of new favourite fascination. I quite like the nipple clamps by themselves, theyāre most enjoyable and Iāve worn them for hours before. The chain bouncing against my chest and the clamps poking against my shirt, a clear reminder of what Iām wearing underneath.Ā
Itās when he adds weights to the damn things and ratchets up the clamping force that it becomes a whole new level of torture. Oh, and pulling on them. Crosshair finds a deeply sadistic pleasure in leading me around by my tits, pulling at the chain hanging between the clamps and stretching out my trapped nipples. Heās got this special pair called a monarch nipple vice. Theyāre a gorgeous piece of silverware and they look beautiful when Iām wearing them but they have an evil little secret. The more the chain is pulled the tighter the clamps get.Ā
And Crosshair loves to yank any kind of chain.Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā
All of this pales in comparison to when the tightly wound, fiercely compressing clamps are removed and all the blood rushes back to my poor, abused nipples. The sudden, intense pain is like a spike straight through them and mixes with the heady relief of release in an intense sensation that has me thrashing and making noises like a wounded animal. The tighter the clamps and the more weight that is pulling on them, the more acute the pain, the more overwhelming the experience, and the greater my reaction is.Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā
Crosshair knows this. And he knows that I know this. And he knows that I know that he knows this.Ā
So he uses it to his full advantage, mercilessly torturing and dominating me as he casually plays with my nipples without a care in the world. The threat of the incoming pain that he holds in his hand wielded just as effectively as one of his stinging slaps across my ass. Iāve been reduced to begging and pleading with him not to release the clamps even though my nipples were aching and throbbing. This usually gets me a dangerous smile full of teeth as he continues to toy with me before showing exactly no mercy and instantly releasing a clamp.Ā
Iād accidentally sworn at him once when he did this. I didnāt mean to. It just came out. But boy did I regret it. I instantly knew Iād screwed up and had gaped up at him in horror, only to be met with a thunderous look. An iron grip on my jaw swiftly followed, forcing my mouth open, and a hissed snarl conveyed every ounce of just how pissed off my current Dom was.Ā
I donāt think Iāve ever grovelled harder in my life.Ā
It made no difference.Ā
The other nipple had taken the punishment and by the time Crosshair had finished it was marked, purple, and had the most weights Iāve ever taken hanging off the clamp like some kind of sadistic tree decoration. Every movement was agony and I was sobbing so hard that my tears ran all the way down my neck and chest to drip off the very nipples that had put me in that predicament in the first place.Ā Ā
Iād collapsed on him when Crosshair finally flicked off the instant release on the remaining nipple clamp. After being unceremoniously deposited on the floor, it was only then, through my blurry tear filled vision, that I saw the shape of Hunter casually leaning against the door frame, watching my whole sorry spectacle.Ā
Heād heard me swear and decided to come and watch the show, as he put it later when handing over two wrapped ice packs as I lay against Crosshairās chest. Each ice pack was laid gently over my breasts, covering my nipples, and kept in place with his broad hands, long fingers splayed to wrap around each breast and keep me tucked against his chest. The relief was so welcome but the sudden cold was biting and I didnāt know whether to sink into it or shy away. After that particular scene, my poor addled brain hadnāt known what to do so Iād just ended up shifting and whining in confusion. Which may have been a mistake as theyād both shared a knowing look at my reaction. Not that I couldāve done anything about it at that point. I was a boneless mess in my dominants arms and Crosshair kept me cradled against him, both of his hands encompassing my breasts. The soothing coolness of the ice packs relieving my sore nipples as he nuzzled my neck and told me what a good girl Iād been for him.
Iām guessing temperature play is probably going to make an appearance eventually.Ā Ā Ā Ā
My nipples arenāt the only place Crosshair has enjoyed attaching clamps to me. Iāve also had them gripped onto my labia majora and minora, the chain dangling below me, bumping into my inner thighs every time I moved. A reminder of exactly where my current dominant had clamped his control around me. Weād had one session where heād gotten rather creative, multiple clamps gripping lightly on my sensitive flesh, silver chains framing my vulva like delicate jewellery, dripping down to hang below me.Ā
That isnāt usually how sessions with Crosshair go and heād been true to form next time. If you think weights attached to tight clamps on your nipples are bad, itās much worse when theyāre attached to your labia.Ā
Iād howled.Ā
Crosshair had just smiled like a shark and added more weights to the damn things.Ā Ā Ā Ā
Thereās no chance that Iād be spared by the clamps or chains breaking either. Tech has made all of them, so of course theyāre perfectly constructed. Heās fastidious about the detail and Iād had to stay there for quite a while as he made adjustments to the length of the chain and the gripping mechanism on the first set of nipple clamps. Iād sat there like the perfect little subject, naked from the waist up, hands clasped behind me, spine straight, shoulders back, tits out, posture absolutely perfect. Every time Tech removed the clamps to adjust something, his leather gloves would brush over my sensitive buds and Iād have to fight not to react. By the end of it Iād been so aroused that my wetness had seeped through my pants, which was plainly obvious given that my legs were wide open as I straddled the bench Iād been told to stay put on. After Tech was satisfied with his work, Iād been presented to Crosshair for approval, which involved even more touching of my overly sensitive nipples. By the time Crosshair had finished inspecting me, I was a barely contained, shivering wreck.Ā
All of my self discipline had been worth it though for the reward they gave me after. Iād been pressed against Crosshairās chest as he continued to play with me, tugging on the chain and running his nails over and around the sensitive tips of my nipples that were trapped in the clamps. Tech had crowded over me as he slid his hand into my pants, parting my lips and easily sliding his fingers inside me, pumping them in and out of my pussy as I was made to shake apart on his fingers and cum in my pants multiple times.
Iād had to put them straight in the wash after that.Ā
The architect of my undoing, in more ways than one, is currently observing me critically like he did back when he was working on that first set of nipple clamps. His thumb is now rubbing soft little circles over the bruise he marked into my neck. The sensation coils deliciously down my spine and I canāt help the way my eyelids flutter or the sigh that escapes out around his fingers that are resting against my tongue.Ā
Tech rubs a few more circles over my skin before moving his hand to support the back of my neck.
āSit up.ā he orders.
His hand holds my neck and the base of my skull in place as I follow his instruction and bring myself forward. My back protests a little but Tech keeps a firm hand on my neck as Iām moved back into an upright position. Tech crouches in front of me, one of his thighs between mine, his hand wrapped around the back of my neck. His fingers have never left my mouth and Iāve been determinedly keeping it open this entire time.Ā
I must be a good little oral slut for him. Sir expects nothing less.Ā Ā Ā
The perceptive gaze of my current dominant is regarding me with gentleness and care.
āAre you alright?ā Tech asks.
āYes Sirā I reply, as contentment flares in my chest.
He was checking in on me.Ā
I know Iām currently drooling around his fingers as I kneel on the floor, naked and restrained in front of him, but kriff, the care. It means so much to me. Itās part of the reason that Iām able to give myself over to him. To be able to relinquish control. The absolute trust in knowing that I can be completely open and vulnerable with him. That my submission is cradled gently in the safest of hands. That I can submit freely and willingly to his domination, knowing that nothing actually harmful will happen to me.Ā
The pain might hurt in the moment but itās never about causing damage, or done with the intent to harm. The tears and sobbing are a welcome release that I finally have the chance to let out in the safe space that they create. They might have different approaches but theyāre all like this and itās only with them that I finally trust to let it all go and be freed of my inhibitions and barriers.Ā
Itās only with this care and trust that I am able to be drooling around the fingers of my current dominant as I kneel, naked and restrained, in front of him, wearing the collar and cuffs that he made for me. Tech knows exactly what heās doing and his approach to domination is just as carefully and assiduously researched and planned as everything else he does.Ā
Thereās a gentle squeeze on the back of my neck before Tech withdraws his hand and sits back down on the storage crate that heās been using as a chair. Brown eyes regard me from behind yellow lenses as I gaze expectantly up at him.Ā
The drool that was pooling around his fingers on my tongue finally reaches critical mass and spills over my bottom lip and slides down my chin.Ā Ā
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Authorās Note: Please let me know if you enjoyed it! Comments feed my soul etc etc.
Much happier with this chapter! This one, and the next, were written in a burst of inspiration haze of keyboard mashing, similar to how I started writing this fic. This chapter (and the next) is also much longer than Iāve been writing for chapters so far. I did consider trying to split it in half but I just couldnāt find a spot that worked and the entire thing was written in one go so it just worked better as one chapter. So you get a monster chapter for a fic that is turning into a monster as well.Ā
Next Chapter Teaser: Our first flashback! More reminiscing! Will the plot (what plot) ever progress?! Or am I doomed to describe filth for the rest of my days? Ahem, anyway onto the actual chapter teaser.Ā
Tech is reassuring in his own way. You reminisce about times with Hunter, Wrecker and Echo, featuring quite possibly the filthiest paragraph I have ever written. You finally get to suck on Techās fingers and then Tech gets very, very filthy with his words.Ā
how i think certain characters would feel in the force. i'm a visual learner so i like making aesthetics for my headcannons. what do you think? who else should i do?
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Why though? He has no idea he is just gay and realised on their first mission with the 212th and saw Obi-wan. Cue mental breakdown with Cody telling him that he went through the same thing.
But Crosshair never tells his brothers, the man just lived in the closet. And then within my AU everything would come out as the batch are hunting two bounty hunters (Crosshair and Mayday (Who would be dating)) When the batch would corner Mayday, Crosshair would save him the batch would watch them kiss. They would all be surprised because 1. Crosshair is a bounty hunter now 2. Heās gay and didnāt tell them. The only one who spoke on the matter was tech who said āI knew it.ā
I Know Your Name by TenderLittleSprout over on AO3 is literally so indulgent, it feels illegal to be so damn happy while reading it!
It's a slice-of-life Modern AU DinxOmega fic, so like, I'm VERY happy to see content of this absolute rarepair, it is but a rowboat in the ocean, but I digress! There are lots of clones, the characterization is immaculate, and it is literally one of the cutest stories I've ever read!
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