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ABOUT ME:
You may call me Peach/Peachy/Peaches and Baba is fine too. Any of them work best tbh.
I go by she/her pronouns and I am twenty years old.
My favorite clones are Crosshair, Echo, and Rex! My favorite clones to write about are Crosshair, Echo, and Wrecker and clones I would like to write more of are Cody, Fives, and Kix.
A little more about me is that I've been watching Star Wars since I was a little girl, and I first got into The Clone Wars television series back in 2012. I used to watch it with my brother and my favorite characters at the time were Ahsoka and Anakin. I got distant with the serious for a while, but once the finale came out, it rekindled my love for the serious and I binged the show all over again. I then fell in love with TBB, Rebels, Maul Shadow Lord, and I am looking forward for more animated series especially in the clone wars art style.
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Pairing: TBB Crosshair x F!Reader
Warnings: Theres like a little suggestiveness but mostly emotional
A/N: am I a sucker for soft, emotional, vulnerable crosshair. yup. is it in character, idk, let’s ask the audience!
A lazy hand swept slowly along your backside, drawing soothing circles and patterns into the expanse of your skin, luring you from the depths of your slumber in a gentle pull. You shift slightly, a soft sigh leaving you as the hand traces up to your neck, brushing you hair aside before chapped lips kiss a line from the base of your skull down to the curve of your shoulders.
Eyes still closed, you hum lightly, a small smile on your face. "That feels good," you whisper, skin prickling as a huff of warm air brushes against your neck.
"Go back to sleep," the drowsy drawl makes you giggle, and you finally turn around, meeting the tired glare of Crosshair in the darkness, a man you've come to care for dearly, and yet also find completely insufferable.
"Maybe. What time is it?"
"Why do you have to ruin things?" he says, sounding as if he'd gotten caught doing something he shouldn't.
"If I don't, you'll just run off again without telling me." His glare quickly melds into an obnoxious eyeroll, and in a swift movement, he rolls over and scooches to the edge of the bed. You frown, eyes narrowing at him in the dark. "Don't be like that."
He only grunts and you take his silence as a good opportunity to search for your comm underneath your pillow. It was a little past four in the morning, and your heart aches at the realization that he'd been up earlier than that, if he had even slept at all.
Quietly, you lay down behind him, slipping your arm around his waist and tugging him into your body. His skin is cold to the touch, and you snuggle into his backside to try and press your own body heat into his. His heartbeat is surprisingly steady, and he lets out a breath that sounds tired and not in the kind of way that makes you assume its because of lack of sleep.
"Please stay," you whisper, kissing his shoulder blade. He stays silent, and your lips tremble as you pull away, heart aching. "For me, please stay."
For a moment, you think he might've dozen off, his silence going on for an unnaturally long time. But finally his gravelly voice breaks through the endless quiet and steadying your frantically beating heart. "Alright."
"Alright?" You repeat, wondering if you might've imagined his yielding agreement.
He shifts, sheets rustling as he turns back around to face you. His eyes are dark, the large bags underneath catching your attention. He rarely stays the whole night. You're not sure if its because he can't or he refuses to, but regardless, you're determined to uncover that softer side of him you know is underneath the callousness of his nature. And you were going to tonight.
"Alright."
You stare at him for a long moment, torn between smacking him in the shoulder and pulling him closer. It couldn't be that easy. If he's agreeable, it means he has an ulterior motive. But you don't have the opportunity to think about it further when his hand slips over yours and he draws your fingers close to his lips.
"I'm sorry," he whispers before kissing your fingertips. "I'm sorry for leaving," a kiss to your knuckles. "I'm sorry for not telling you," the back of your hand. "I'm sorry for being a dick and showing up without warning," a soft kiss to your wrist and then his eyes flutter shut, long lashes laying across his pale cheeks. "I'm sorry--"
"Crosshair I--" you interrupt him quickly, cheeks hot and skin flushed and sweaty. He blinks and his intense gaze is drawn back to you. Your dry throat encourages you to swallow the saliva building in your cheeks, and you finally gain the courage to speak. "Just...why? Why do you do it?"
He kisses your wrist again and in a swift move he moves over you, an arm beside your head and hand cupping the side of your face. He leans over, brushing his lips over your forehead in a gentle caress that makes your heart flutter in your chest. You know what he's doing, trying to distract you, to dodge the question, to make you forget so he can pull away at the last second.
When he moves down to kiss along your jaw, you curl you fingers into to hair and lightly tug, drawing his attention back to your gaze.
"How many times will you make me beg?"
He sighs, and finally those walls break apart. His lips turn downwards and his head sinks into your neck like the exhaustion has finally caught up with him. He mumbles something quietly into the curve of you shoulder, and you hum in softly in question.
"When I'm with you, its easy to forget," he whispers, a leg snaking between yours. "You're intoxicating. Addictive. I can't stop coming back but...but when it gets quiet, I remember."
You can only imagine what he means. The war, the discrimination against clones, the constant battling between life and death and the underlying fear of tomorrow possibly being his last. How he doesn't return even more agitated than normal is lost to you. That confident nonchalance he carries himself with is born from pure willpower and restraint alone, and he does it for you. And even if he didn't put up this constricting performance, you still could never be mad at him.
"So you leave?"
"You wouldn't like the real me, doll." He kisses the sensitive skin of your neck, soft and fleeting and not nearly enough as he sits up. He stares down at you, a simmering hunger beneath his gaze that you've grown familiar with. But this time it burns with something else.
"Am I not looking at the real you?" You ask, lifting a hand to cup his cheek.
"Maybe not."
"Then would you do me the pleasure of seeing the real you, if it means you'll stay the night?"
The request challenges all that Crosshair has built. Its asking him to take down his walls, to expose his truths, to reveal his faults and to be raw and open and bleeding. Its a line of trust that has never been crossed by anyone but his family. Its putting his trust to the test by hoping you will accept him for who he is, or risk turning you away by being naked to you wholly.
"I have to be gone by sunrise," he whispers, but he's already relented, body slowly settling in beside you. He reaches for the blanket and tugs it up and over your body, hand reaching for your shoulder.
"There's plenty of time until then."
"I won't sleep."
"That's okay."
Such a simple statement and yet it meant so much to him. Because you were right. It would be okay. This night and the next and the next. He would be okay as long as he had you by his side.
Pairing: Crosshair x F!Reader
Warnings: THiS IS FILTHY, SMUT ALERTTT
A/N: Lowkey this is so dirty that I'll add a cut...
Sounds of skin slapping and quiet moans fill the dim expanse of your room, your face sinking further into your pillow, pussy squeezing as a precise finger rubs firm circles around your engorged clit. A low groan makes you shiver, and you feel a warm chest push against your backside while sharp teeth nip at the curve of your shoulder.
"F-fuck...hah--oh!" Hips slam into you, the harsh movement sending the cock plunging in and out of your swollen pussy even deeper than before, painful and stinging pleasantly.
"Spread your knees wider," the gravelly drawl is barely heard, your thoughts focusing on the tight coil building up in your core, fingers tingling and toes curling as you're drawn closer and closer to a satisfying release. A huff of air is blown against your neck, the hand that was gripping your hip leaving its place to sweep the sticky hair on your lips and cheek to the side. A soft kiss is press into the corner of your mouth, and you jerk suddenly as the circles against your clit slow to a stop and that tightness in your stomach falls apart before you can reach your release. You hear the slick pull of him slipping out of you, still hard, and you whimper at the empty feeling, clenching around nothing.
"C-Cross? Wha--?" You pant, releasing your tight grip on your pillow and reaching down to push against his hand. Your trembling fingers are no match for the steady strength of his fist, and you press your forehead deeper into the silk of your pillowcase, muffling a frustrated whine that scratches against your sore throat. "...no, no, no! T-that's not fair."
"Spread your knees," he repeats, nose brushing against your shoulder before he so sweetly kisses the little bites and bruises he left only minutes ago.
You find yourself trembling, frustrated and practically teary eyed but incredibly desperate. With a quiet groan, you push yourself up so that you're resting on your palms, Crosshair placing a reassuring hand against your hip. Dried drool on your cheek reminds you of the sensitive state he had you in, and you're quickly adjusting your legs to sit a little wider than before, a satisfied hum warming your cheeks as he slaps you lightly on your ass.
"That wasn't so hard, was it?" You whip your head around, a tremble in your lip as you glare at him. He's got a smug smile on his face, a light sheen of sweat along his forehead and his grayish hair forming short spikes as if he had run his fingers over his head at one point, moistening the strands with the buildup of his exertion. A light flush along his cheeks draws your gaze down, and soon you're looking at his plump, swollen lips with growing desire.
It softens your anger and you turn your head further, blinking up at him through wet lashes, begging for just a bit of attention after being so rudely drawn out of such blinding pleasure. You hate when he does this, suddenly giving you commands when you're almost completely gone and then teasing you when you struggle to fulfill them. But maker, do you love him to see him just as flushed and blissed out as you are, seeing just how affected he is by you as you are by him.
"Kiss me?" You ask softly, a hand reaching out for him to which he takes. "Please, Crosshair."
He leans forward, and much more tenderly than normal, he presses a soft fleeting kiss to your lips before pulling away. Crosshair quickly reaches for a stray pillow at the edge of the bed, and he slips it underneath your hips before pressing a hand against your back.
With your face down and ass up, he has a pretty good view of your soaking, aching pussy. You cheeks are red with visible handprints, and there are several indentations from his fingers that are sure to bruise by morning. A wave of pride rushes through him at his work, and he's already making a mental note to tease you about it before he leaves. Truthfully, he's doing you a favor by worshipping your bottom half this time around. Normally he leaves a hickey or two right where your collar tends to fall.
In a quick move, he slides two fingers right into your waiting pussy, curling them right against that sensitive spot within you and drawing a shrill whine from you. He scissors you slowly, making sure you haven't gotten too tense since his little interruption, biting his lip when you call his name out in a breathy moan. Its only when you start pushing back, thighs trembling and insides squeezing tightly against his fingers, that he pulls out, coating his cock with your slick and sliding his leaking tip into your heat.
The burn of his cock splitting you open is short lived as he fills you completely, thrusting in and out of you at a rapid pace, hips smacking against your hips and your wet cunt squelching as arousal drips down your leg.
"Maker you're soaked," Crosshair breathes, leaning forward to grab a handful of your tangled hair. He tugs lightly, slamming his hips against you in a harsh snap as you whimper for him to pull tighter.
"F-for...hah, you. Baby, its all for y-you!" You hiss though your teeth, head rolling back as he rubs up against that sensitive area with sharp precision.
"Yeah?" He thrusts into you again, and you can hear the smirk in his voice. "This is all for me?"
All you can do is whine out a stuttered, "yes!"
You squeeze around him as his hips slap into your ass, his cock twitching up into right where you need him. You feel that you're close, that tangled coil in your stomach squeezing and tightening. All you need is just a little push. Just one--
Crosshair's hand releases your hair, and he abruptly pulls out of you. You're about to let out a pitiful whine, ready to scold him for stopping again, when he grips your hips and flips your over. You yelp, body bouncing on the bed before your thighs are manhandled apart, cunt on full display for his ravenous gaze. He slides his cock over you, two fingers spreading your lips apart as he leans over and spits on your clit. He slaps his tip against you before finally entering you one more time.
He grinds into you with an impatient desperation, moans growing needy as he stares intensely at your cunt, eyes darkening as his cock slips in and out of you with slick ease.
A hand slides over your stomach, pressing down and filling your chest with pressure. When his thumb reaches down to draw hard circles around your bud, you throw your head back, fingers digging into the bed and a squeal catching in your throat.
"You're so good, baby. That's it, cum for me," he rasps, and with another snap of his hips, Crosshair pulls a blinding orgasm from you, you thighs trembling and hands shaking against the soft sheets while you choke out a pitiful cry.
He pumps in and out of you a few more times, drawing out wave after wave of pleasure, bordering on overstimulation, before finishing with a low moan, cock pulsing inside of you as you feel him fill you up with his cum.
His legs almost give out underneath him, and he slips his soft cock from your abused cunt before crawling over you and pressing his mouth against yours in a breathtaking kiss. His tongue slips past your wet lips, gliding against your own before licking along the sides of your mouth and teeth. He pulls apart from you when it becomes too much, a string of saliva connecting you before he rubs a finger under your eyes and then presses the pad against your tongue. The taste of salt shocks you back to reality, and slowly you blink your eyes, a few tears falling down your cheeks.
"Are you okay?" Is the first thing he says, perceptive eyes watching for any kind of hesitation or tension. But you slowly nod your head, lifting a shakey hand to run through his hair and scratch along the base of his neck.
You smile as he curls into your hand before kissing your wrist, lidden eyes staring into yours, dilated and deep. His hand runs up your leg and settles on your hip.
"Lets get you cleaned up," he whispers, waiting for you to agree before getting up and heading into the bathroom to start you a warm bath.
*Slaps the table* hear me out, any clones or haggle of clones realizing that the reader never heard their number even once just their adopted nickname/name until like one day their tilt their head at the pad and ask, "Who's this??"
TBB, Rex, Cody, Fox, and Wolffe X GN!Reader: reacting to you not knowing their prefixes
Warnings: None!
A/N: This was so cute! Thank you for the request!!!
Hunter
"What does this mean?" You ask, pointing at the odd code on Hunter's data pad as he finishes up a report. "That's my CT Code." he responds, unsure on where you were going with this as he sees your lips purse together in thought. "Like a password?" He raises a brow, turning to face you fully. "What?" You press you lips together and slowly shake your head. "So that's a no..?"
Tech
"What's with all the numbers?" You point at Tech's screen as you sit on the edge of his pilot seat. "That is my designation. CT-9902 is how the Kaminoans identified me before I adopted my current name," he answers casually, scrolling through the list and pointing out his brothers numbers, too. "Tech...that's not--that's not right." He shrugs, "In a moral sense, but it is too efficient in properly identifying the large mass of clones to abandon the system."
Wrecker
"Hey, Wrecker? What's this number carved into your bunk?" The hunk of a man stops lifting his weights, setting them down with a loud clank before coming up behind you and throwing his arm around your shoulder. "Eh, that's my number. Don't need it anymore since I got my name." You tilt your head back to look him in the eye. "Your number?" He laughs a little, "its like my old name, you know?" "...your old name was a number!?"
Crosshair
"CT-9904...what does that mean?" You glance over at Crosshair, having seen the number before logging into your system on his data pad. He straightens against the wall, eyes narrowing and toothpick snapping between his teeth. "Just ignore it," he snarls, and you frown at his sudden distaste. "Well not after that reaction, I won't." He rolls his eyes, pushing off the wall and snatching the data pad from your hands. "Do me a favor, doll, and just forget it."
Echo
"Tech mentioned something about a designation number, do you know anything about that?" You start out of nowhere, and Echo pauses his task to turn to you with a curious look. "We all have them. They're identifiers for us clones, well, at least for the Kaminoans." You sigh softly, kicking your feet against the crate you sat on, "Yeah, but what does it mean, mean?" Echo frowns, suddenly more interested in his task than in you for once. "Maybe its best you don't know."
Rex
"CT-7567," you say aloud, and Rex startles from packing his gear, head whipping around to stare at you in shock. "What did you just call me?" a hum of surprise slips past your lips and you shake your head quickly, "I wasn't calling you, I was reading the number on your weapons case." His shoulders fall in relief, and he tries to play it off quickly before you start questioning anything. "Oh, that makes sense..." But the crack in his voice is a dead giveaway, and you come up behind him like a dark shadow. "Rex...why did you think I was calling you?"
Cody
"Why do you always sign your reports with that number?" Cody's hand stills in your hair at that question, his data pad held high enough that you can see it as you lay next to him in bed. "Its just how they know it me, baby. Don't worry about it." He kisses your forehead, thinking that's the end of it, when you mumble quietly into his chest. "But why don't you just use your real name?" He just shrugs and says he doesn't know, heart warming at how your refer to his name as his real one.
Fox
"His name is Fox," you spit under your breath, glaring at the official that just left the Senate Rotunda. He swears at you, and Fox quickly grips your arm and drags you off into a quiet corner where no one can see the both of you. "I'm honored you're willing to defend me like that but I don't need you getting in trouble in the process," he hisses, voice sounding even more snake-like through his helmet. "Why do they call you that?" You ask, and he shakes his head, loosening his grip, his fingers softly brushing against your skin. "Because only my partner gets to call me Fox."
Wolffe
"You know...Sinker mentioned something about you having a CC number, whatever that means." Wolffe grunts in response, barely even looking your way as he lays on your couch, an arm over his forehead. "Are you going to say anything?" You shuffle over to his side, nudging his leg with your knee. "I wouldn't worry about it," is all he says, falling into a silence that leaves no room for more questions. But you're determined to find out...after he stops snoring.
Begging for some echo fluff like him and a GN reader bathing together like nice domestic stuff
The Dimple in his Cheek
Pairing: Echo x GN!Reader
Warnings: Just a little make out
A/N: thank you for your request. I love good old domestic Echo, he needs it, I need it, you guys need it. Pack it up like medication and I'll take it!
Water sloshes over the edge of the tub in waves, the scent of lavender filling the room and pulling a relaxed sigh from you as you settle in between Echo's legs. The cold metal of his prosthetics are unusually warm against the outside of your thighs, sending a thrilling shock through you. You fall against his chest with a quiet huff, steaming water soothing the aches in your muscles and the steady breathing of Echo familiar and comforting.
Your legs disappear underneath the thick layer of suds as you stretch out, perfectly content after a long day of wear and tear and nonstop adrenaline.
"You're getting comfortable fast," Echo says, his hand coming up to brush a knuckle gently against your shoulder.
"I don't remember the last time we had a bath together. I'm planning on enjoying it." He chuckles, and you tilt your head back to press a kiss to his chin. You twist around, pressing even further into his embrace. Your lips linger for a moment longer as you quietly whisper, "but only if you do, too."
"With you? How could I not."
Your eyes flutter close as his lips connect with yours. Its gentle at first, only a soft brush before he presses into you deeper. His mouth parts, tongue brushing against your mouth and you open up to him. His hand snakes down your shoulder, tracing your arm and then sliding over to your stomach. It tickles, and you laugh into his mouth as his fingers settle against your hip.
He pulls away, nipping at your bottom lip before amber eyes drift open. He gives you a smile, the side of his mouth quirking up and showing off that singular dimple that you've only seen on him and no other clone. Its an oddly unique feature, knowing that him and his brothers all share the same genetic makeup.
"Why're you smiling like that?" He questions, fingers beginning to run circles into your skin. The longer you stare at him the redder his cheeks become, and you're almost completely positive its not because of the steaming water.
"Oh, just this." You poke him right in the cheek, and his nose scrunches up at the teasing lilt in your voice.
"You're silly." he blushes and reaches up to pull your hand back down.
"You love me for it."
He huffs quietly, shaking his head. "Yes, yes I do.
He's about to kiss you again, eyes drifting down to your lips in a silent question, a quiet ask. But as much as you would love to smooch and make out with him for the next half hour, you're itching to enjoy the hot water before it gets cold.
"Perhaps we should get washed up before the others come knocking," you suggest, sitting up straight and reaching for the wash cloth that hung over the edge of the tub. You twist around, water spilling over again like tidal waves. "You first."
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Cody x GN!Reader: Random sfw/nsfw thoughts !Mature!
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After that feeling them up head cannons post… i need more of a nibbler reader x crosshair PLEASE. I wanna latch onto his shoulder and just nibble. Not even hard just light squeezing with my teeth… it’s a love language guys i swear!!!
TBB Crosshair x GN!Reader: nibbling on him
Warnings: A little suggestive
A/N: OKAY LOOK. This request caught my eye and I have to do it, I just do. Crosshair is my fav okay, no judging this is my blog I can do what I WANT. Lol, stay tuned for other requests.
He's so used to it at this point, that Crosshair can recognize that hungry look in your eyes the second he takes his armor off. Its like you're a wild animal, craving his flesh like its part of your wild and animalistic ways.
He thought the biting would never make its way out of the bedroom, not that he was complaining when you did it then, but now its getting out of hand. He's got more bite marks he can count, and at least half of them are from a casual hug or quick kiss.
But he'd never tell you no. He just can't. He'll tease you about it constantly, going on and on about how you're more cat than human, but he finds it rather endearing regardless. He knows you do it out of love and security, and he doesn't want to risk you stopping if he says something about it. Justice for Crosshair!
He's found that your favorite spots are his shoulders and arms. You could be resting your head against him, and he already can predict that you're getting ready for the kill when you tilt your head and just nibble a little through his clothes.
When you shower together, he knows your intentions are impure as you run a cloth over his chest, cleaning his skin while your eyes train on his pectorals. He's positive that if he allowed it, you would bite his nipple, too, but that's a boundary he's firmly put up which has made you pout on more than one occassion.
But the one spot he absolutely refuses is his face. When you're kissing and brushing your lips along his cheeks, he knows what you're thinking, and if you try to go in for the kill, he'll quickly grip your face with his hand, squishing your lips together like a fish.
"You're crossing a boundary," he says, releasing your face before quickly plating a kiss to your pouting lips. He lays back down in bed, back turned towards you. He closes his eyes, sighing softly as he tries to fall into sleep, but he begins t frown as you quietly giggle to yourself. "What?"
Do you think we could get some Fox dating head cannons? It’s up to you if you want add nsfw or not, I just absolutely love this absolutely grumpy overworked commander-
Commander Fox X GN!Reader: NSFW thOTS
Warnings: Smut, you know the deal
A/N: hello! I do have some soft headcanons for Fox here if you are interested/haven't read them yet. These ones are all NSFW so if you need a little fluff, you won't find it here, lol!
This man is ROUGH! Hard thrusts, slapping, choking, biting, sucking, pulling, the whole deal. He is stressed, tired, and irrevocably obsessed with you so being able to fuck you senselessly into the bed, pulling moans from your lips like your body is an instrument is the literal highlight of his day.
He loves to take you from behind, gripping your ass and pulling your hair like that was what it was made for. He leave bruising marks in your skin, finger prints and bitemarks that only he is able to see. It pulls at his ego a little bit, claiming you in ways that only you and him know about.
Fox is a brat and he is proud of that. He's teasing, he's edging you and then pulling back at the last minute, and then chastises you for being so impatient. He is watching you twitch and moan and push up against him out of pure desperation. He wants you to cry and beg, and its only then that he'll give into your pleasures and draw out a shattering orgasm.
He likes it when you're on your knees for him, lips around his cock and saliva dripping down your chin as you bob your head over his erection, sucking and hissing when he hits the back of your throat. Tears will fall down your cheeks, and his use his thump to wipe them away, pulling his cock free from your mouth and then putting his finger in its place.
When he goes down on you, he'll spend a while sucking and nipping the area around where you want him most, teasing you until you whine. Hickeys are painted into your skin, a masterpiece he created and one you'll wear for days until he does it all over again. He'll then use his fingers on you, kissing your skin while pulling orgasm after orgasm from you.
Fox will be gentle, as he helps you to the bathroom with a warm shower or bath started. he'll make you a cup of tea to help your sore throat, rub your tight muscles, and draw you close in his arms before whispering quiet praises in your ear for being so good for him.
First of all love your work! Thanks for all your contributions to the fandom lol, know that we are eating it up.
Second of all, what’s the vibe with the clones and food dates? What I mean by this, is when they want to take they S/O out to eat, who’s first instinct is to roll up to the star wars version of sonic vs the fancy ah place the senators go?
TBB X GN!Reader: where they like to take you to eat
Warnings: SO MUCH FLUFF
A/N: ANON, THIS MIGHT BE MY FAVORITE WORK YET. All thanks to you of course, gotta give the credit where the credits due!
Hunter
Hunter would prefer to cook for you in the comfort of your own home for many reasons, but if he wanted to take you out, he'd like to go to a small, locally own shop that is run by two old people who are way too wrinkly and gray to still be working! He likes how the food is what he feels home would taste like , and unlike the loud, busy, and quick service restaurants, the quietness of the shop allows him to take in the ambiance and he gets to enjoy his time with you more, and the food of course.
Wrecker
Wrecker loves carnival food! He wants to take you for the games and the rides of course, but he is a sucker for sickly sweet popcorn, footlong corndogs, cotton candy, lemonade, and all kinds of fried food! He just wants to try everything with you, and he loves to see the way your face lights up whenever you taste something you really like. It reminds him of the downtime he gets with his brothers sometimes, warm and sweet! Oh, and he's definitely buying several bags of popcorn and other treats and bringing them back with him!
Tech
Tech likes the quality of a nice restaurant. It guarantees cleanliness, high grade meat and ingredients, a quiet setting, a neat table, and just and all around fine experience. The portion sizes are perfect, he gets in to indulge in good tasting food that's not dry and tasteless, and he likes taking you to a place that is almost as amazing and wonderful as you. Its an every bigger plus if the place has live music, too!
Crosshair
Crosshair is all about having a good time than spending a lot of money, he's about the simpler things in the life, and that means a good old drive in fast food chain. He wants to order a milkshake and fries, dipping the salty potato into the thick, sweet chocolate drink and eating a messy burger with way too many toppings on it! You'll listen to some music together, his hand on your thigh and his eyes catching the confused look on your face as you try to suck the unbudging milkshake through the straw.
Echo
Echo would want to take you do a diner he used to visit frequently with his 501st brothers. He'd order an egg skillet with lots of veggies and extra cheese, a cup of black coffee and a side of thick, fatty bacon. He'd love it even more if you ordered some pancakes and let him have a few bites. Its hearty, filling his stomach and warming his heart as he gets to make new memories with you there. Oh, and lets not forget tons of maple syrup!
I am sleep-deprived, but I must do my duty: TBB (separate) reacting to the reader, being tired, fresh out of kriffs just pushing them a little to just sleep with the boys being their body pillow before the boys would protest.
TBB X GN!Reader: forcing them to stay
Warnings: Suggestive
A/N: Thank you for the lovely request! Sleep deprivation is real, but honestly my best ideas come to life when I'm tired! A good cuddle with the boys would certainly help tho
Hunter
After ensuring that you were thoroughly pleased, fucked, and freshened up with a shower and a ice cold glass of water, Hunter could no longer ignore the twenty plus messages on his comm. There was no rush in leaving you, but with the high demands of his brothers, he should probably get going. Well, if you'd let him. "Please!" You whine into his back, hands slipping past the hem of his shirt and massaging his taunt muscles, "just stay a little longer..." His heart clenches and his fingers still as he leans over to put on his boots. Your arms are so tight around him, he's struggling to tell you no. Its not until you sniffle quietly, rubbing your nose along his shoulder blade that he finally relents with a low sigh. "Alright...but only for a little longer."
Wrecker
He tries to slip out quietly, tiptoeing out of your bathroom and making his way to the pile of armor he left littered on your living room floor. But he's out of luck when his hip catches on the door frame, and his head whips around to look at you in bed. Your sitting up, blanket slipping down your frame and his lips curl into a sheepish smile as he sees you pout. "Are you leaving me?" you demand, eyes narrowing with increasing suspicion. "Uh, just gotta get back to the others." Wrecker tries to explain but you only shake your head and pat the space beside you quickly. "Not without a cuddle, you're not. Get over here. Now." the firmness of your voice is as scary as being a thousand feet up, and Wrecker doesn't even try to fight it as he slowly makes his way back to your side.
Tech
Tech is reaching for his discarded clothes on the floor, mind already brimming with new ideas and projects after diligently fucking you to Naboo and back. He's itching to get back to the Marauder to test his theories and tinker with a few things he's picked up from the last mission, mind so swept up in his thoughts that he doesn't register your finger poking into his side until you lean forward and perch your chin on his shoulder. "I thought you didn't sleep with a shirt on?" You say, and he shakes his head slowly, fingers pulling out the sleeves to straighten his blacks out. "I do not, I am heading back to the Marauder now." He can hear your disgruntled huff and in a swift movement, you wrap your arms around his waist and pull him back against the bed. He lands with a quiet grunt, confused and annoyed. "No." Is all you say, squeezing onto him tighter.
Crosshair
Normally being with you has Crosshair relaxed and calm, especially since he's been fucking you for the past few hours. But when he goes to get you a glass of water, he can see the dozen or so missed messages on his comm before he even reads them. Of course they need him now when he's occupied. When he returns, he sees you curled up on the bed, wearing his shirt and playing with a piece of thread at the end of the sleeve. He sets the cup down, a knee up on the bed and leans over to tug on the fabric of his shirt. "I'm gonna need this back now." He bits the inside of his cheek as he sees you frown, but doesn't stop you when you reach for his shoulders and pull him down. "Not until I say so," you whisper, kissing the curve of his jaw.
Echo
Echo curls into you, nose in your hair and hand drawing light circles along your shoulder. You've been laying together for a few minutes now, sweaty and blissfully fucked. Echo hasn't even gotten up to get you some water yet, when he hears his comm buzzing on your bedside table. He ignores it, opting to enjoy your presence for longer. Until he hears another buzz, and then another, and then a few more times. His eyes squeeze together and finally he sighs, moving his hand down your arm before pushing himself up. He goes to reach for his comm, sure that his brothers are needing him now, when he feels you quietly call his name. "I should see what they want," he grumbles, frowning at the small glint in your eye. "Or....you could ignore them and lay with me instead?" You reason, lifting a finger to poke him in the cheek. "It could be important," he responds, leaning into your touch. "Could be...but don't you think I'm more important?" Well, how could he deny that?
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Hunter
Hunter is the type of guy to get hot flashes like women in menopause, so any kind of cuddling is at risk of him suddenly getting uncomfortable and him pushing you to the edge of the bed while he kicks the covers off, takes his shirt off, and if available, turn a fan/air conditioning on. Chances are, if you two cuddle, its most likely holding hands or loose spooning, maybe something closer if the room is ice cold. When you're sleeping together in bed, you'll be back to back or not touching all together. He doesn't do this because he doesn't want to be close, but he quite literally can't without getting hot or overwhelmed.
Wrecker
This man is hotter than a furnace and more cuddly than an over attached dog. Wrecker sleeps almost butt naked and always needs to have a hand on you at all times. You'll be at the edge of the bed in the middle of the night, covers kicked off and sweat across your chest and forehead, and he'll still roll over to be closer to you. And if you DARE to get up to go sleep somewhere else, he'll wake and come find you later to drag you back to best. Honestly, your best bet is to sleep butt to butt if you want to survive the night. Good luck!
Tech
Tech stays up so late that sometimes you're not even sure if he actually slept at all, but you'll always know that he cuddled you for most of it if you didn't pull away. He likes it when you curl up into his side, head tucked against his chest and his arm around your shoulder to keep you close. He'll keep his data pad brightness low so he doesn't wake you and will likely type away for most of the night before finally settling with you. He doesn't get hot easily, so he might just go to bed in his bottoms to make sure he doesn't get too warm nor get too cold. He's a good bed partner despite his terrible sleeping habits.
Crosshair
Crosshair is a big baby, that's what. Lol, just kidding (or am I?). Crosshair has gotten so used to being still as a sniper, so its no surprise that transfers to the bedroom at night. The issue with this is like Wrecker, he needs to be touching you at all times, only this time he's freezing cold and has to be curled up against you or else he wont sleep well at all. That means falling asleep with your legs tangled together, his head on your chest and his arms wrapped around you like a koala. You got a cramp? Deal with it, he aint moving. You need to use the bathroom? Risk waking him up and turning him into a cranky mess. He doesn't sleep much, but does better with you so he prefers you over anything else. Take that as your reward for...dealing with all that.
Echo
Echo is classic and that's okay, he's proud to indulge in the traditional spooning position. It works well for his scomp, as he can tuck it underneath the pillow so it doesn't bother either of you. He also is very cold at night, so he can lean into your warmth and not overheat himself or you so it works out well. Echo does get restless at night though, and it'll take him a while to get settled even when he has you with him. He feels bad about it, especially if you can't sleep because of his twisting and turning and huffing and sighing. The best you can do for him is get up, make a cup of tea, talk a little, and try again later. Great for a night owl, terrible for a red robin.
Hii! Could you do a tech x reader where tech survives his fall and the reader is reunited with him and they are RUNNING to him
A Thousand Times Over
Pairing: TBB Tech x GN!Reader
Warnings: A little angst, a little love,
A/N: Banner is from @moosgraphics so shoutout to them! Thank you for your patience and thank you for requesting!!
You race through Pabu's cobble streets, shoulders bashing into locals and feet more steady than they have been in days. Your eyes are trained on the sky, having lost the familiar shape of the Marauder from view, but heart filled with certainty that it'll be docked on the landing pad. Your breaths comes out in short bursts, lungs burning, but you don't dare to slow down, feeling even more alive by each passing moment.
When you make it to the landing pad, you're almost entirely out of breathe, but it simply doesn't matter to you. Through blurry vision, you make out the Marauder's plank, and bounding Omega almost tripping down the stairs with a glow to her face that you've not seen since...since--
Tech.
He follows after her and the remainder of your breathe is sucked from your chest as you lay eyes on him. He's beaten and bruised, goggles missing and armor forgotten as he is guided down the Marauder by Wrecker in just his blacks. His hand reaches out to Omega, and she takes it gentle as she helps him down the last step.
Your legs shake, and you slow down until you're entirely stopped, unmoving as you watch the three of them interact with one another. He squints like he cannot see, a tight smile on his lips as if he's still in so much pain. His fall was so far, there was no chance that he could've ever survive. And yet...he did. And he's here. Just a few feet away from you.
Omega laughs and you blink, warmth spreading down your cheeks as thick tears slip past your eyes. She's turned towards you now, pointing in your direction and pulling at Tech's sleeve until he tilts his head down, a loose curl falling over his forehead. She speaks, and he looks up, that squint still in his eyes. You doubt he can see you and yet he lifts his hand up, two fingers flicking out as he waves at you, so casual as if he had only been gone for a few days.
You lip trembles and all that weight that had sat on your shoulders for so long finally crumbled apart and fell. Your feet move quicker than your mind, and you dash across the remaining distance, calling out his name in the same way as you had when you prayed and prayed and prayed to the maker that he was alive, that he was okay.
His arms are out and he catches you in his embrace with a soft grunt, stumbling back a few steps before steadying. His grip is weak but its him, its his warmth, its his flesh and blood. Its Tech. Your Tech.
You weep in his arms, the grief and the anticipation from getting Omega's comm coming down in waves of thick adrenaline. You shake, heaving and gasping and gripping at his arms, his back, his neck and hair and any other parts you can get your sweaty hands on. His fingers rub a firm line between your shoulder blades, and he says nothing as he lets you bury your face into the curve of his neck.
"I-I thought--" you try to speak, but the words come out in a thick, throaty mess. You try to calm yourself, focusing on the steady thrum of his heartbeat, and you slowly match your breathing to his. But tears still flow from your eyes. "I thought I'd n-never see you again..."
He's quiet for a long moment, and you worry that maybe this was just another one of your dreams, the dreams where he's there but not himself, just a silent, still version of the Tech you once knew. You suck in a sharp breath, preparing for the possibility when he lets out a little huff.
"For once, I am glad that you are wrong." His words have a joking lilt to them, and you tilt your head back to look him in the eye. Up close, the bruises are more prominent against his sickly pale skin. His lips are cracked and dry and there's a scar that cuts down his chin. You reach a hand up to caress it, but he catches you before you can, brining you knuckles to his lips and placing a soft, delicate kiss to them.
"I'd be wrong a thousand times over if it meant you coming back every single time," you whisper, and he drifts his eyes over your face. Up close, he can see you so clearly now, the tear stained cheeks, the red nose and the trembling lips. He could never be more grateful than he is now, alive and well with those he loves most.
You both move at the same time, and butterflies flutter in your stomach as your lips connect in a soft, desperate kiss filled with all the grief, love, and longing that was between you two. His hand squeezes around yours, fingers digging into your hip as if he's afraid of letting go. And if he could help it, he would never let you go again.
