This is from a headcanon I have for Hunter based on that scene from the book where he and Phee are walking around Pabu
I think that Hunter floats aimlessly in the water while basking in the weather to unwind. That he lays and feels all of the slight changes in the water’s current and temperature. That he lets the sea breeze dampen the skin above the water and then feels the change of winds on his misted face. That he listens to all the warbled sounds under the water of fish moving and boats crawling. That he smells the salty, fishy air. And that he just lets all of his senses do what they want as he drifts away, only moving if he needs to. I like to think he becomes so still that fish don’t realize he’s alive, and that he can just graze them as he wishes without their notice.
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honestly i think hunter is the most touch averse in the batch. sure, he will clap his hand on someone’s shoulder or give someone a firm handshake. but i feel like those are “safe touches” to him. touch he’s used to, feels more recognizable to him. with most other touch, it really looks like he flinches away from it.
examples right here:
you can see him kinda flinch away from the touch. and then he doesn’t really know what to do with it. we never see him hug her back until season 3. and he hardly ever really holds her or helps her down things physically as much as tech or the other batchers.
i think that he is absolutely fine with “bigger” touch like hugs and leaning on someone when he’s known that person for long enough. he’ll let wrecker hug him, he’ll lean on his brothers if they need it. but if he doesn’t know a person well enough yet, he’s really avoidant of touch. and i love that about him. he has to work up to “safe touch”.
clone characters who are into primal play (my headcanons)
a/n: lowkey imagine how crazy this would be w imperial!hunter thoo holy fuckk ts has layers to it. and ofc had to include my predator animal-coded twins 🐺🦊 yes im nasty what about it…
fem reader
warnings: sexual content + bdsm themes with pre-established consent (please DNI if these topics make you uncomfortable)
bf!hunter who likes the chase. he’s always harbored a very secret, very sick and dirty kink for primal play, living up to his name. he holds your jaw from behind with his big, thick biceps wrapped around your upper body, bringing his mouth down low to your ear in a raspy whisper, “i’ll give you a head start, yeah?” his prowl for you is unpredictably patient, slow to draw out the pounding in your heart as you try to steady your breathing, knowing he can hear and feel everything. he follows the sweet scent of your perfume, all the nearby sounds rattling across his skin like a ticklish whisper, taunting him, dragging him closer to you. he doesn’t hunt aggressively; he plays with time, triumphant when he stands over you and smirks at your round doe eyes. “gotcha,” he murmurs, capturing your mouth in a messy, wild kiss as he rakes his hands over your body, shedding your clothes through a hoarse groan that vibrates against your soft lips.
bf!fox who likes the capture. this is a man who builds himself on his achievements, the thrill of being given a challenge and then delivering on it without fail. he often uses primal play as a way to punish your bratty tendencies, muttering, “ten minutes. don’t let me find you.” but he always does. he wedges his thigh between your legs to lock you down, pinning your wrists above your head with the firm grip of his hand. you squirm under him and rock your hips against his thigh, trying to soothe the throbbing ache in your pussy as he cocks his head to the side, smirking sadistically. “you’re a greedy little thing aren’t you?” he says in your ear. you whine as he kisses your neck and bites the same spot, marking your throat up. his teeth tug your skin back before his tongue runs over the sensitivity, licking up the sharp sting of pain. “mm, you’re gonna behave now, yeah? you’re gonna behave real good and give me what i want…”
bf!wolffe who likes the control. he’s so fuckin’ feral when he finds you, his hands rough as they grab you and put you on all fours, tugging down your bottoms with insatiable haste. sex with him is never delicate, but sex with him in this context brings out all the carnal, animalistic desires that eat him alive the same way he wishes to devour you, like you’re his prize and prey at the same time. you gasp when he spits on your pussy and thumbs your clit, getting you wet and ready for him, but you’re already soaked, which rumbles an amused, fucked up chuckle through his chest. “already making a mess all over me, huh?” he mutters in a low voice as he fists his cock, throwing his head back at the way his tip leaks with desperation. you moan when he slides two fingers inside you and curls them, quietly commanding, “clench—just like that.” he puts your obedience to the test, groaning as he replaces his fingers with the head of his cock, and you squeeze around him so tight he nearly cums right then and there. “that’s it,” he murmurs, grabbing your hips to thrust into you from behind. you cry out, causing him to clamp a hand down over your mouth while he fucks into you harder. “not a fucking sound.”
Falling in Love with the Members of The Bad Batch Headcanons
Hunter
Falling in love with Hunter happens so gradually that you don’t realize it’s happened until you’re already hopelessly gone for him. It starts with the way he always seems aware of where you are, how he’s unconsciously positioning himself between you and danger, checking that you’ve eaten, quietly making sure you have a place to sleep after long missions. Hunter isn’t naturally expressive with his feelings, but he’s attentive in a way that makes you feel cherished. You notice how his eyes immediately search for you when he enters a room and how his shoulders visibly relax when he realizes you’re safe. The moment you truly fall is probably during a quiet evening around a campfire. Everyone else is asleep, and for once Hunter isn’t carrying the weight of leadership on his shoulders. He’s smiling softly, telling you stories about his brothers, and you realize that he’s showing you the parts of himself he rarely lets anyone see. Loving Hunter means falling for his strength, but staying because of his gentleness. Beneath the soldier is a man who desperately wants a home and people to protect, and once you’re part of that circle, he’ll love you with unwavering devotion.
Wrecker
Falling in love with Wrecker is like being caught in a tidal wave of warmth and laughter. At first, you think he’s simply the team’s lovable bruise, the guy who breaks things, tells terrible jokes, and gets excited over snacks. But then you start noticing the little things. The way he carefully picks flowers he thinks you’ll like despite his massive hands. The way he immediately notices when you’re sad and tries everything he can to make you smile. Wrecker has one of the biggest hearts you’ll ever encounter, and loving him feels safe. You fall for him during moments when nobody else is paying attention, when he gently helps a child after a mission, when he wraps a blanket around your shoulders because he noticed you were cold, or when he proudly remembers something small you mentioned weeks ago. His affection is never complicated. If Wrecker loves you, you’ll know it. He’ll look at you like you’re the best thing in the galaxy, and every day he’ll choose to make your life brighter. Being loved by him means never doubting your worth because he’ll remind you constantly.
Tech
Falling in love with Tech sneaks up on you. At first, you find him fascinating but difficult to read. He speaks with precise logic, spends hours buried in data, and often misses social cues that everyone else catches. Yet somehow, the more time you spend around him, the more you begin to understand him. You realize that every fact he shares is an attempt to include you in his world. Every correction isn’t criticism, it’s his way of communicating. You fall hardest when you notice how much he actually pays attention. Tech remembers everything. Your favorite drink. The stories you’ve told him. The exact date of conversations you’d forgotten yourself. He starts creating little gadgets that make your daily life easier and presents them as if they’re no big deal. Then one day you realize he’s been quietly caring for you all along. Loving Tech means understanding that his affection isn’t always spoken aloud. It’s hidden in solved problems, thoughtful observations, and the way he automatically factors your happiness into every calculation he makes. His love is deliberate, intelligent, and incredibly sincere.
Echo
Falling in love with Echo is deeply emotional because so much of his life has been marked by loss. At first, he’s guarded and cautious. He’s spent years rebuilding himself after unimaginable trauma, and trust doesn’t come easily anymore. But as you get closer, he begins letting you see the man behind the cybernetics and soldier training. Echo possesses an incredible amount of empathy because he understands suffering better than most people. He listens carefully when you talk and never dismisses your feelings. You fall for him during quiet conversations late at night when everyone else is asleep. The two of you sit together under unfamiliar stars, sharing fears and hopes neither of you tell anyone else. Echo makes you feel seen in a way that’s almost overwhelming. He understands loneliness, grief, and resilience. Loving him means loving someone who has survived so much and still chooses kindness. When Echo finally trusts you enough to lean on you emotionally, it feels like one of the greatest honors imaginable.
Crosshair
Falling in love with Crosshair is by far the most complicated. It begins with irritation more than affection. He’s blunt, sarcastic, and seems determined to keep everyone at arm’s length. Most people eventually stop trying to get close to him. You don’t. Slowly, almost reluctantly, Crosshair starts tolerating your presence. Then he starts seeking it out. You notice him sitting beside you during long flights. You notice him listening when you speak, even when he pretends not to care. Crosshair is not a man who wears his heart openly. Every tiny gesture means something. A spare blanket left where you’ll find it. A weapon maintenance tip given without explanation. The way his gaze follows you during missions to ensure you’re safe. Falling for him happens when you realize how fiercely loyal he is beneath all those walls. Crosshair has spent his entire life expecting disappointment, so when he finally lets himself love someone, it’s terrifying for him. His affection is quiet, protective, and incredibly intense. Loving Crosshair means earning trust that few people ever receive, and once you have it, he becomes someone who would walk through fire for you without hesitation.
Falling in Love with All of Them
One of the most beautiful parts of loving someone in Clone Force 99 is that you never just gain one person, you gain a family. Hunter watches over you. Wrecker treats you like his favorite person in the galaxy. Tech includes you in everything he’s passionate about. Echo becomes your closest confidant. Even Crosshair, in his own stubborn way, starts viewing you as one of his people. Before you know it, you’ve become part of something larger than yourself: a found family built from loyalty, resilience, and unconditional love. And somehow, that’s almost as wonderful as falling in love itself.
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The Bad Batch When You Want Their Attention (HEADCANNONS)
Individual Bad Batch members x GN reader
Warnings: None, pure fluffy cloudsss, comfort, sweetness
not proof read lol it’s 3am 🥲😅
Headers by @moosgraphics 💖
HUNTER
Hunter sits on the floor of the Marauder, leaning his back against the cool bulkhead with a datapad balanced on his knee, deeply concentrated on sorting through the squad's supply logistics. His brow is furrowed, and his entire posture carries the heavy, tense weight of a stressed out leader. You don’t say a word to disrupt the silence at first. Instead, you simply walk over, slide yourself right under his arm, and tuck your head perfectly beneath his chin, wrapping your arms around his torso like a koala.
He freezes for a fraction of a second, completely caught off guard by the sudden weight, before a massive, soft sigh escapes his chest. You look up, resting your chin on his chest, and murmur softly,
"Hunter, I want your attention."
Hunter moves the datapad onto the workbench next to him, his heavy, armored arm instantly wraps securely around your shoulders to pull you flush against him. Because of his enhanced senses, your sudden presence completely grounds him. He buries his face into your hair, breathing you in deeply, and begins making an incredibly soft, rhythmic humming sound in his throat, trait he only ever displays when he is one hundred percent relaxed.
"The datapad can wait," he whispers, his gravelly voice dropping to a soothing, private register as he presses a soft kiss to the crown of your head. "You're much more important to me, cyare.” He gently rubs his thumb against your arm, completely content to stay frozen in that exact position for hours just to keep you comfortable.
TECH
Tech is completely in his element at his workbench, goggles securely on and wires spilling across the table as he hyper focuses on fixing a broken terminal interface. His fingers move at lightning speed across the keys while he mumbles rapid calculations to himself, totally lost in his own world. You walk up directly behind his chair, lean over his shoulder, and gently rest your chin right on top of his head. When his typing doesn't stop, you take your hands and softly cup his face from behind, your fingers resting right over the strap of his goggles.
"Tech, I want your attention," you say softly, your voice cutting through his frantic muttering.
His hands instantly hover over the keyboard as a bright, geometric pink flush creeps up his neck and spreads across his cheeks. "I am currently handling live electrical currents, which makes this specific positioning highly illogical and potentially hazardous," he squeaks out, though he makes absolutely no effort to move away from your touch. The second you gently nuzzle his hair, he lets out a defeated little huff, carefully powers down his datapad, and pushes his goggles up onto his forehead.
Turning his chair around to face you, he grabs you by the waist and pulls you right into his lap, burying his face in your neck. "If you required companionship, you merely had to state the parameters," he murmurs, his voice dropping to an incredibly soft, shy register as his heart beats a mile a minute against your chest. "I will always adjust my schedule for you. The terminal interface is a fixed variable and your presence is... significantly more time-sensitive."
CROSSHAIR
Crosshair is lounging lazily on his bunk, chewing on a toothpick while staring blankly at the ceiling of the hold. He looks entirely unapproachable, radiating his usual cynical aura that effectively keeps the rest of the galaxy at a distance. You completely ignore the invisible barrier, climbing onto the narrow mattress and crawling right over his long legs until you lie down flat on top of his chest like a human blanket, resting your chin on his sternum.
You look straight up at him and say clearly, "Crosshair, I want your attention."
The toothpick immediately stops moving between his lips, and he rolls his eyes dramatically while letting out a small, possessive smirk. "You are incredibly needy today," he mutters, his voice a low, lazy drawl that lacks any real bite. He pretends to be annoyed by the disruption, but his large hands immediately find their way to your waist, tightening their grip to pull you up until your face is perfectly level with his.
He plucks the toothpick out of his mouth, tosses it onto a nearby shelf, and uses his long, steady fingers to gently tuck a stray piece of hair behind your ear. "Fine," he whispers, another tiny smirk forming on his lips as his thumb lingers to trace your cheekbone with uncharacteristic gentleness. "You win. But if you're going to use me as a mattress, you're trapped." He rolls over just enough to tuck you securely against his side, wrapping his long limbs over you completely so you can't escape even if you wanted to, before resting his chin on your head and closing his eyes.
WRECKER
Wrecker is sitting cross legged on his bunk, happily sewing a loose patch onto Lula while humming a loud, clunky clone marching cadence. He is absolutely bursting with physical energy, completely occupied with his favorite tooka doll. You walk directly into his line of sight, tug gently on the hem of his tank top, and open your arms wide.
You give him the absolute highest concentration of puppy-dog eyes you can muster and say, "Wrecker, I want your attention."
His eyes go wide as saucers, and he instantly drops everything he is holding. Lula falls to the floor and his sewing kit rattles against the frame, as a massive, radiant grin splits across his face. "CUDDLE TIME?!" he booms out at the top of his lungs. He immediately catches himself, clapping both hands over his mouth with a guilty look to ensure the noise didn't scare you, before whispering loudly, "I mean... cuddle time?"
He scoops you up into the biggest, warmest bear hug in the galaxy, lifting your feet completely off the deck and spinning you around once in the air before falling backward onto his bunk with you safely tucked on top of his chest. He acts like a walking radiator, making you feel like you've been wrapped in a heated blanket fresh out of the dryer. He reaches down to tuck Lula right between the two of you, rocking you gently from side to side. "You're the best, you know that?" he beams, wrapping his massive arms securely around your back. "We're staying like this forever! No one's allowed to wake us up!"
ECHO
Echo is standing near the cockpit threshold, intently reviewing tactical flight maps on a datapad in full soldier mode, his posture perfectly straight and serious as he checks off standard maintenance protocols. You walk up to his side, slide your fingers into his human hand, and gently interlock them.
You lightly tap a quiet cadence against the cool metal plating of his prosthetic arm, look up at him, and whisper, "Echo, I want your attention."
He blinks rapidly, his highly trained tactical brain completely short-circuiting at the sudden sensation. He looks down at your joined fingers, then up at your face, his cheeks turning a lovely shade of crimson in the dim lighting of the ship. "I... I was just completing the perimeter logs," he stammers, but the datapad is shut off instantly and clipped to his belt anyway as he squeezes your human hand back with an incredibly tender, protective grip.
He leads you over to the main bench, sits down, and pulls you right into his side. Because he is always a little self-conscious about his cybernetics, it completely melts his defenses when you take his prosthetic arm and comfortably rest it over your shoulder, showing him you love every single part of him. He leans his head against yours, letting out a soft, contented breath he didn't know he was holding. "I was getting tired of looking at those maps anyway," he admits softly, his thumb gently rubbing over your knuckles. "Thank you for stopping me. I'd much rather focus on you."
Hunter: leaves his fallen hairs all over the fresher sink. Also doesn't clean his hair out of the shower drain. If it gets plugged up, he'll just stomp on it until the water slightly drains.
Wrecker: waits until you take a bite to ask a question that requires more than a “yes” or “no” answer. Stares expectantly as you chew.
Omega: leaves cups and glasses right at the very edge of the countertop. Is very surprised when one gets knocked off and broken.
Crosshair: offers to wash the dishes, then JUST washes the dishes. Doesn't wipe down the counters or put anything away. Congratulates himself on pulling his own weight.
Echo: arranges his food in careful, individual piles around the perimeter of his plate. Refuses to eat any that touch.
Tech: “puts things away” in places that make no sense to anyone except himself. Does not tell you where any of it went. When you ask where he put stuff, he tells you he thought it was obvious.
Between Crosshair’s little smile of pride in TCW when he says that Wrecker will move the ship to get Cody and then his “relax, Echo’s on it” in TBB I’m convinced he’s deep down that little brother who thinks his big brothers are the COOLEST, but he would never say that out loud in this essay I will-
