The Bad Batch

Hunter

Kiss: A heavy make-out session is too overstimulating for him but a quick kiss right on your mouth? He loves to do it so much.

Be kissed: Loves to feel your lips against his temple, especially when he was tense the entire day and can feel a headache coming on. You have a relaxing effect on him in a way.

Tech

Kiss: Doesn't initiate physical contact often but loves to sometimes take your hand and place a kiss along your knuckles in a more casual way to show his love.

Be kissed: His cheek. He doesn't know why but it's probably because it's not too intimate while still showing physical closeness.

Wrecker

Kiss: It's so hard for him to decide that because he honestly loves kissing every part of you but if he had to say something, he'd say the crown of your head because that's the easiest for him to reach at all times.

Be kissed: Loves when you kiss his mouth. It makes him feel close to you in a way he can't describe and he adores it.

Crosshair

Kiss: Loves to kiss your lips. I mean, are we surprised? This man has an oral fixation and he loves to bite your lower lip too while he's at it.

Be kissed: Will never admit it, but that space between his eyebrows that's always furrowed. It reminds him to relax sometimes and it helps with his tension headaches.

Echo

Kiss: Your nose. He loves how you scrunch it every time he does and how a smile spreads on your face no matter how much you try to suppress it.

Be kissed: There's a lot of places that are now way too sensitive but some, like his jaw or his mouth, stayed similar enough and he loves those little gestures of intimacy when you kiss him.

Commanders

Wolffe

Kiss: Your neck, though honestly, his kissing could be almost misinterpreted as biting when he kisses yout neck between love bites and the lines blur.

Be kissed: A kiss around his scar or right on it will make him shiver. It's a place of vulnerability for him and he doesn't just let anyone touch it.

Fox

Kiss: The space right under your ear because every time he comes home, he'll lean his head on your shoulder and breathe you in, placing soft kisses in that space.

Be kissed: The place in his jaw where he holds all the tension from holding back snarky remarks all day. It reminds him to stop grinding his teeth and your mouth is just a turn from his head away.

Cody

Kiss: Loves placing little kisses on the back of your neck as he hugs you from behind, and how you shiver slightly at the touch. You always and without doubt turn around in his arms and kiss him properly, making him smile.

Be kissed: The corner of his mouth. It makes him smile and he loves placing a hand on your cheek and turning your head to capture your kiss in a proper kiss.

501st

Rex

Kiss: He likes to pull you into a keldabe kiss after an especially hard battle, just to feel you, feel your breath on his face and know that you're still alive and well

Be kissed: He loves it just as much when you pull him into a kedabe kiss. Sometimes kissing is just too much after a battle and he'd rather enjoy your presence.

Fives

Kiss: Places little smooches all over your face whenever he can because it makes you smile and he gets to touch even more of you.

Be kissed: Lovesss when you pull him into a kiss on the mouth loves it even more when you complain about his goatee tickling, even though you initiated the kiss.

Jesse

Kiss: The space under your jaw that he can reach perfectly when he's pulled you into his lap and looks up at you.

Be kissed: Somewhere between his collarbone and shoulder. Loves when you run your hands over that space and give him a slight massage, especially after a hard day, and then lean down to place kisses along the space that holds so much tension.

Kix

Kiss: Either your neck or your wrist, just so he can feel your pulse under his lips. Just so he knows you're well and alive.

Be kissed: On his forehead for no other reason than he deserves forehead kisses.

Hardcase

Kiss: Honestly he just loves kissing every part but his favourite must be the places where you're especially ticklish because it makes you love and that's music to his ears.

Be kissed: When you kiss along his various tattoos. He spent a lot of time on their designs and it's what makes him unique so every time you appreciate them, he melts.

Dogma

Kiss: He's a respectcul of intimacy and likes to take your hand and place kisses along your knuckles. It's not too intimate that he gets overwhelmed but it still makes him feel close to you.

Be kissed: When you kiss him on the forehead, he melts instantly and looks at you with big puppy eyes. (Admitting he likes it is another thing)

Tup

Kiss: He's a bit shy with it at first but he loves to sneak a peck on your cheek whenever he can.

Be kissed: Super sensitive along his neck and adores when you place soft kisses on his throat and his collarbones.

Misc.

Howzer

Kiss: Super romantic and will ask every time before capturing your lips in a kiss that leave you breathless every time.

Echo doesn't need nearly as much sleep as he used to but even when he does need it he kinda struggles to get it. He'll often lie awake long after you've fallen asleep, content with just getting rest curled up with you even if he doesn't get much sleep. Is also a pretty light sleeper

Sleeping in an actual bed is a little awkward for him with all his cybernetics. Usually removes his prosthetics (specifically the scomp, his legs, and his headpiece) before sleeping with you because he doesn't wanna like accidentally jab you with his scomp or anything lol. Slightly uncomfortable about this in the beginning because he's so used to kinda always needing to be ready for anything and this makes him feel very vulnerable

Drinks absurd amounts of caf. It doesn't hit him the same way anymore, it's mostly habit at this point. Just likes the routine of getting up in the mornings and making caf tbh

VERY picky about food. He eats what he has to on missions, but like, it's usually rations that he's very used to. When he's home with you and has actual options it intimidates him a little. Usually prefers cooking himself so that he knows exactly what's going into it lol. Is a surprisingly decent cook tho

Snacks more than he eats actual meals tbh

His humor comes out a lot more at home and whenever he sees a chance to make a dumb joke that'll make you groan he takes it. Kinda mischievous when he gets comfortable too

Likes reading a lot in his free time, also really likes when you read to each other

His showers take forever because cleaning/taking care of his cybernetics is a whole process. He has to be pretty meticulous about it and you learn that "I'll be quick" from Echo does not mean the same thing as when anyone else says it

He's generally pretty tidy but not in like a strict or obsessive way at all, he doesn't mind a little bit of a mess but just doesn't want anything to be like genuinely dirty

Will stress clean sometimes tho. Or fix things. You know he's stressed or irritated over something because he's going through the list of things that need to be fixed/cleaned and doing all of it

Gets playfully competitive about little household things like who makes better caf and who can fold laundry faster

Would deny it but he kinda likes "trashy" tv, a lot of it irritates the hell out of him but whenever you have it on he does the Dad Thing where he stands there with his arms folded watching it until you call him out

He's not the most naturally romantic person but he does try. He's not home a lot but one thing he does is when he gets back from missions he tries to bring you a small gift that he thought you'd like. Also always tries to take you on a nice date before he has to leave on missions

Honestly he really likes lazing around and having slow days with you but he'll eventually get up and find something to do because he often winds up feeling guilty for "doing nothing". You have to remind him a lot that resting isn't wasting time

Hums under his breath when he's relaxed without realizing it and you notice him especially doing it a lot when he's cuddling with you lol

When he's away on missions, whenever he catches himself thinking about you even if it's just a passing thought for a second he tries to send you a message, just a quick "I love you" or "thinking about you" so you always know how often he thinks about you when he's away

Hunter:

Hunter's avoided this for so long because he already knows what his senses will do to him. Everything about you always hits him so hard and he's secretly worried about humiliating himself. He doesn't want to get overstimulated or finish too fast. But the two of you have been building to this, he trusts you, and he wants you.

Needs a lot of foreplay to let his body adjust. He trembles under your hands when you touch him, his head already spinning, but he forces himself under control for as long as he can. He's careful with his touches at first, learning what makes you feel good so he can try to focus on that instead of how overwhelming everything feels.

Once you finally guide him inside you, though, his control falters. His hips stutter as he tries not to just shove himself in all at once, instead forcing himself to sink inside you in a long, slow thrust. Once he's fully inside you, though, everything is too much. He buries his face against your neck and starts bucking his hips, thrusting into you deep and rough. His breath is hot against your neck, his voice coming out as short little gravelly moans as he tries to tell you how good you feel. Every slide of his cock inside you makes him want to try even harder, driving into you like he's forgotten how to do anything else.

He only lasts a couple minutes. Cums with a broken groan, burying himself as deep as he can get as he pulses inside you, his body shaking from the overload. Finally lifts his head and presses a few gentler kisses along your jaw and cheek, chuckling lowly as he mutters that he definitely should've done that sooner.

Tech:

Tech is pretty upfront about his lack of experience, if only to manage expectations, but he assures you he's "done his research". He isn't particularly nervous, more just determined. He knows you know what you're doing, and he wants to impress you. He takes his time with the foreplay, kissing you thoroughly as his hands roam your body, trying to find all your sensitive spots. He definitely knows his anatomy, and even with a total lack of experience, he learns how to touch you fast. He's steady and controlled and determined to do this correctly…right up until he actually sinks inside you.

As soon as the head of his cock catches on your entrance, his hips jerk forward, and he finds himself buried to the hilt in one smooth, almost slightly too-eager thrust. He lets out a high, started moan, his arms shaking where they're braced beside your head. He starts rolling his hips, trying to find his rhythm, but fails within seconds, his hips stuttering as his cock throbs inside you.

He talks at first, breathless observations about how tight you are, how perfectly you stretch around him, how he hadn't anticipated it would feel like this, but the words dissolve quickly into helpless moans. Tech is, for once, mostly speechless. His thighs are trembling, his eyes wide and unfocused, and every time you clench around him he almost whimpers.

He lasts longer than he expected purely because he's fighting it, trying to keep feeling this as long as he can, trying to make you feel as good as possible. When he does cum, it's with a full body shudder, cock pulsing hard, hips grinding deep as he empties himself with a long, shaky moan against your mouth. He's still shaking a little when he finally relaxes, already calculating out loud how soon he can go again so he can apply everything he just learnt.

Wrecker:

Wrecker isn’t very nervous. Honestly, he thinks it's hot that you have experience, and is excited for his first time to be with someone who knows what they're doing. From the get-go, he's eager to find out what feels good for both him and you. He's shameless with his touches and pretty quick to learn what you like.

His head tips back with a groan when you finally ease him inside, his hands careful on your hips, watching your face for any sign of discomfort. That's really his main anxiety: he's huge, and he knows it. He isn't sure how much of him someone can feasibly take. But as soon as you sink down on him and take him deep, he practically lights up.

He grips your hips and starts bouncing you on his cock with easy lifts that drop you all the way down his cock over and over. He's loud, making deep groans and praising you constantly. "Kriff, look at you--taking all of me-- I can't-- can't believe-- ahhh, so kriffing good--" He makes you ride him hard, then flips you onto your back and folds you open so he can drive into you harder.

He's careful not to hurt you, but he's not gentle once he knows you can handle it. He fucks you deep, pressing your legs back or lifting your hips up to try different angles to see what makes you moan the loudest. He lasts an impressively long time for his first time because he's determined to make you cum first.

He lets out a deep, heavy groan when he finally cums, hips slamming flush with yours as he pumps you full. He keeps you locked on him through it, grinding deep, and then…stays. Still hard. Gives you a tired but eager grin, already asking if you can go again. And again. All night.

Crosshair:

Crosshair would rather die than admit this is his first time. He deflects every question about his experience with a scoff or a non-answer. He refuses to look like he needs your guidance and will feel humiliated if you baby him. He wants you to think he knows exactly what he's doing. The pressure's getting to him a little, especially considering you're actually experienced, so he comes off just a little too stiff.

He's very intense right from the start, focused so much on you instead of him that it almost seems like he's barely noticed how hard his cock is and how much he's leaking. He chooses to bury his face between your legs first, working you over with his mouth until you're a mess. When he can't take the ache anymore, he finally leans over you, grips your wrists, and pushes inside.

The second he's fully buried inside you, he goes completely still and squeezes his eyes shut. He clenches his jaw so hard it almost looks painful. It feels so much better than he ever thought it could that he's scared to move, scared to humiliate himself by cumming way too fast. He stays like that for several long seconds, breathing shakily through his nose and trying to get himself under control.

When he finally moves, it's slow, every thrust extremely deliberate. He's quiet except for the occasional sharp inhale through his teeth. He manages to last slightly longer than he thought out of pure stubbornness, but it still only takes a few minutes for him to give up. You clench around him and he finally just lets his hips snap forward, finally fucking into you hard. He only lasts a few thrusts like that, cumming with a quiet gasp as he buries his face in your neck to hide his expression. He stays buried for a long time after he's done, still holding your wrists, trembling hard.

Echo:

Echo never actually tells you he's a virgin, but he does imply that he doesn't have a lot of experience. He's not exactly ashamed of it, but he doesn't want the "why" question. He's secretly really glad that you have experience; if the two of you had to figure this out at the same time he thinks it probably would've been too overwhelming.

He starts slow, letting the tension build pretty naturally. He's particular about touch, with certain places being too sensitive, other places being almost a little numb. He guides your hands carefully, learning right along with you where he likes to be touched. As he starts to work you open with his fingers, finding the right pace, he murmurs, "This okay?" "Still good?" "Not too much?", checking in with you frequently.

When he finally sinks into you, he still keeps himself pretty controlled, fucking into you with deep, rolling thrusts that let him feel every inch without tipping over too fast. He watches your face the whole time, adjusting his angle based on your expressions or the way you gasp.

He's pretty quiet except for heavy breaths and the occasional low "yeah?" when he hits a spot that makes you moan. He has his forehead pressed against yours almost the whole time, pausing whenever he feels himself getting too close to kiss you. He lasts a pretty long time because he's fighting it so hard, not wanting to finish before you do.

After he finally does cum, he's careful not to collapse on you, instead rolling off of you onto his side and draping his arm over your waist. Kisses your cheek and praises you for how incredible that was.

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You exhale, gazing out at the sunsets shimmering reflection as you consider your relationship with your former sergeant. The mutual trust you’d developed since your re-assignment had, at some point, morphed into something much less professional and much more unfamiliar. You weren’t used to domestic relationships or a lifestyle that allowed them, and It was… scary, in a way. Maybe that’s why you were still avoiding it, with your feet propped up on the porch swing wrecker had installed for you.

You tried to ignore it at first. You did your job and kept your distance (as best as you could, living out of a starship), and tried not to insert yourself into their little found family.

But he made it impossible. Every time he laid a steady hand on your shoulder, or when he furrowed a concerned brow in your direction. When he’d come to you quietly in the aftermath of a migraine. When his voice lowered and softened to speak to Omega, or when he asked you to look after her while he slept. When his big, brown eyes were the only thing visible through his helmet, and they stared up at you like you were important.

Or, when he was the first person to notice your absence and find out where you’d gone.

His footsteps were no louder than his breathing as he approached you and the sand shifted slightly under his feet.

“Hey,” he murmurs to alert you of his presence. Your head lulls towards him and you’re quiet for a moment as he climbs the porch steps.

“What’re you doing down here?” You ask, not accusatory, but curious. He and the rest of the batch had been around a bonfire on the higher grounds when you’d left.

“Came to check on you. Didn’t tell me you were leaving,” he explains. Despite the relative safety of the island, your former sergeant still liked to keep tabs on everyone. It put him at ease—much like the ocean did for you.

“Mm, sorry. I’m just…” you trail off and gesture towards the shore. He huffs, crossing his arms as the corner of his mouth quirks up.

“Staring into space again?”

You smile, looking back towards the horizon. “Yeah…”

He lets out a low hum of understanding. Another moment of silence passes.

“Omega made dinner. It’s getting cold,” he says idly.

“Thanks,” you murmur, making no attempts to move.

The short exchange wasn’t awkward. No—it was a different kind of tension. The kind that was harder to suppress, that made itself known during even the smallest of interactions. The kind that bubbles up when there’s too many things being left unsaid. You swallow, painfully aware of his gaze that you knew could see straight through you.

He uncrosses his arms with a slow exhale.

“Y/n.”

You glance back up.

“What are you doing down here?”

This time he’s asking you.

You smile a bit, your brow furrowing. “I told you, I’m just—“

“No, what’re you doing down here. Why aren’t you up at the fire?” He asks more directly with a familiar, gentle tone. “You’re always running off somewhere,” he continues, “like you’re hiding from us.”

You smile a bit and blink up at him. “I’m not hiding,” you scoff a laugh, as if he was teasing you.

“Then…what?” He huffs, stepping closer to your porch swing. You lift your head and tilt it towards his tattooed face. “You’ve been doing this since we landed on Pabu. Don’t think I haven’t noticed.”

“Well, I didn’t realize attendance was mandatory,” you quip, deflecting as usual. He raises an unconvinced eyebrow.

“C’mon, angel. You know what I mean.”

Your smile falters slightly at the nickname. It’d been affectionately given to you during your first week with the squad, in reference to your healing abilities. Your eyes dart away before returning to Hunter’s face and catching the hint of concern in his. He kneels down beside your seat and your breath hitches.

“…I’ve been worried about you.” He admits softly. A defeated sigh escapes your lips.

“Hunter, you don’t need to worry,” you assure him, your voice equally quiet.

“Tch. Too late,” he grumbles. “I’ve been seeing you less and less…You shouldn’t be spending all of your time alone out here.”

“Says who?”

“Says me.”

You look over at him and hold his gaze this time. He looks as serious as ever, his brows slightly crinkled underneath his new woven bandana.

“You can’t be spending all of your time alone,” he repeats with a slight shake of his head. “We didn’t come here for that.”

There’s something about his gaze that makes arguing seem extremely difficult, so you stay quiet.

“Please, y/n, at least come have dinner.”

After another quiet pause, you slowly sit up, biting your lip.

“Fine,” you sigh, although you can’t help the small smile that begins to form.

He looks relieved and offers a hand without hesitation. You accept it, letting him pull you to your feet, only…he doesn’t let go once you’re standing. His calloused hand is gentle and firm at the same time as it curls around your palm and leads you forward.

Without much room to protest, you follow along, letting him lead you uptown towards the campfire. It’s not a very long walk, but it’s enough time for that familiar energy to start flowing between you, the same magnetic pull you’d been experiencing since you met Hunter. It wasn’t unusual for him to distract you from the time passing.

You’re met with Omegas bright smile as you make it to the campfire. If she notices yours and hunters joined hands, she doesnt show it. The girl grins up at her brother with the same enthusiasm as she leads you both towards the rest of the group.

“What’d the little lady make for dinner?” You chuckle. She begins to explain the new dish she learned how to make with Lyana, preparing your plate and pointing out ingredients. Hunter stays beside you until he can lead you away, a large hand on your shoulder blade ushering you towards the blanket he shared with Omega. The three of you fit comfortably, with Hunter propped up on one arm, you sitting cross legged, and Omega nestled happily between you.

As you begin to eat and listen to the batch’s chatter, Hunters gaze gets harder and harder to ignore. His head is always tilted slightly towards you, as if he was tuning out everyone else’s voices and focusing entirely on you. He’s sitting so close to you that his arm is almost behind your back. It sends a flutter to your stomach that you can’t explain, and eventually, you glance over at him and raise an eyebrow.

The corner of his lip quirks up and he raises one as well. “Hm?”

Your smile matches his. “What’re you looking at?”

“You,” he says. “With us.”

“Oh,” you reply. You hold eye contact with him until omega nudges you to ask a question about nexu kittens, causing you to glance away. His eyes stay on you.

Hunter had always loved watching you interact with his younger (older) sister. You were so good with her, and not just because of your medical training, but because of your natural caring instincts that had made all of the batch welcome you so easily. It reminded him of the things he used to picture when imagining a family of his own, which he seemed to do quite often after meeting Cut and his children. He cant stop himself as he shifts on the blanket to loosely wrap his arm around your back—on purpose this time.

Your breath catches for half a second. He hears it, of course, but when you don’t pull away, he settles deeper into the embrace.

“See? We like havin’ you here, Angel,” he murmurs, his voice near your ear when he speaks, low enough for only you to hear. You tilt your head slightly towards him and lean further into his side. He responds by brushing his lips against your hairline, almost unnoticeably gently, and your eyes flutter shut with a slow blink.

Maybe he was right. Omega always enjoyed having you around as her only ‘big sister.’ The others had obviously grown to care for you over the years, and they respected how you treated the batch and civilians alike with such care. On Pabu, there was no reason to be…professional, anymore. You were done fighting for survival. That’s why you’d settled down here in the first place, so you could finally rest, and have a family, and be with—

“Hunter,” Echos voice interrupts, “you two staying out here, or should I kill the fire?”

“I’ll take care of it. Go ahead.”

You hadn’t realized that the rest of the batch had begun to turn in for the night, leaving just you and Hunter beside the dwindling firelight. You look over to him again and he meets your eyes with a questioning hum.

“Nothing, just…” your expression softens as you search his gaze.

“…thank you.”

His lip quirks up and his free hand moves to your cheek, slowly brushing the pad of his thumb under your eye.

“Don’t need to thank me,” he mutters, “just quit running off, yeah?”

You smile softly and nod. His expression softens in return as he leans a bit closer, his nose almost touching yours now.

You hold each other’s gaze for a moment longer before your lips finally meet in a kiss that’s slow and grateful. His hand slides behind your ear to gently guide you closer, and you uncross your legs so that you’re able to lean fully into him. You loop your arms around his neck, earning a low noise from him as he accepts the movement and tightens his grip.

When you finally part for air, he pulls you further into his arms to draw you into his lap.

“Yeah…I like it much better when you’re up here,” he repeats, his hands brushing over your sides. You laugh quietly and rest your forehead against his.

The evening on Pabu was settling into a warm golden haze. You and Wrecker had been outside for a while, having taken advantage of the peaceful day to escape for a bit and share a picnic near the water. It had gone by quick, the two of you talking and laughing for longer than you'd meant to before finally realizing that the sun was starting to set.

Now, with everything packed away and the blanket folded, you walked beside him through Pabu. He'd insisted on carrying everything himself in one arm, his other hand holding yours as you walked.

"I could carry something," you were teasing, glancing at the blanket tucked under his arm and the basket in his hand. "I already know you're the strongest man on the island, you don't have to prove it at every opportunity."

Wrecker laughed, looking down at you with a grin. "Who says I'm proving anything? This is easy." He shrugged, squeezing your hand tighter. "Unless it actually is impressing you…"

You rolled your eyes fondly. "So you are showing off."

"Is it working?" Wrecker asked, his grin widening.

Before you could tease him again, the sound of laughter caught your attention. A few children ran past the two of you, laughing amongst themselves as they apparently headed to their own homes. You watched them disappear around the corner, your expression softening without realizing it.

Wrecker noticed, and tilted his head. "Hey, what's that look?"

You shook yourself from your thoughts, giving him a small smile as the two of you kept walking. "Just thinking."

"About what?"

You looked back toward where the children had disappeared. "Not sure," you admitted, your thumb brushing along his hand. "I guess just how nice it is here. Seeing things like that."

Wrecked glanced toward the empty street. "Kids running around causing trouble?" he asked lightly.

You laughed quietly. "Something like that. Just being happy. Growing up somewhere peaceful."

Wrecker hummed. "Yeah," he agreed, squeezing your hand again. "It is nice." He glanced down at you. "You think about that a lot?"

"More than I used to," you admitted. "Just, you know, being a Jedi, I guess I never really got to think about…domestic things. Like living somewhere like Pabu and, you know, having a…having a family."

Wrecker considered that for a second, his eyes going just a little wide. "You, uh. Would you…want that? Kids, I mean."

You looked up at him, a little surprised even though you'd been the one to bring it up. "I'm not sure," you said. "I've never really let myself think about it before."

Wrecker nodded, understanding. "Yeah," he said, slightly gruffly. "I get that. Didn't think I'd ever get a chance to…settle down, either. Wouldn't have thought I'd want to."

Your fingers tightened around his. "And now?"

He smiled, glancing down at you again. "Now I think maybe it wouldn't be so bad."

You grinned up at him, warmth spreading through your chest. You were quiet for a moment as the two of you walked. "…You'd be a good dad, you know," you observed after a moment.

Wrecker blinked, caught off guard by the statement, but then he straightened a little like he was very proud of the compliment. "You think so?"

"I know so," you replied, smiling. "I've seen the way you are with everyone you care about, and you're good with kids. They'd be lucky to have you."

Wrecker huffed, somewhere between amused and proud and bashful. "A good dad," he repeated. "Huh. Didn't think anyone'd ever say that about me."

You squeezed his hand. "Well, I'm saying it."

The two of you got home then, pausing at the door. Wrecker looked down at you. "I'd like that, you know. Someday," he admitted. "As long as it's with you."

You melted a little at that, leaning in to peck his lips before tugging him inside, the door sliding shut behind you. Wrecker set the basket and blanket down, then turned back to you, his hands slipping to your hips. His mouth found yours again, soft at first, but quickly growing more heated.

"You-- mmm." He groaned against your mouth, slipping his hands to the backs of your thighs and then picking you up to improve the angle. "Hope you mean it," he mumbled between kisses. "Cause I mean it. If we're talking about the future…mmph…kids, a life here…I only want it if it's you, baby."

You wrapped your legs around his waist, a little breathless. "Of course I mean it," you whispered against his lips, your breath hitching his hands squeezed your thighs. "Wouldn't say it if I didn't."

Wrecker groaned lowly, carrying you the short distance to the bedroom and then lying you down carefully, following you onto the mattress, never breaking the kiss for long. His hands moved slowly, sliding under your clothes and skimming the curves of your waist and hips. When he finally pulled the fabric up and off, he paused to pull back and look at you, one big palm resting over your stomach.

"You really want kids someday, huh?" he asked once more, his voice quieter than you usually heard it, like he was still turning the idea over in his mind.

You nodded, reaching up to cup his scarred cheek. "I think so. With you."

He leaned into the touch, eyes soft but delighted, then kissed you again. Soon, the rest of your clothes and his were pulled off as well. By the time he settled between your thighs, both of you were breathing harder. He trailed hot, greedy kisses along your jaw as he pulled his cock free, letting the thick head drag through your folds with a groan.

"It's….hgnn…it's kinda doing something to me," he mumbled, tucking his face against your neck under one of your lekku and pressing a kiss there as he kept grinding his cock against your slick cunt. "Thinkin' about…giving you that."

You moaned, your hands coming up to grip his shoulders, your hips shifting restlessly beneath him. "Wrecker…please..."

He finally pushed into you with a low groan, trembling as he forced himself to ease himself in gently. One of his hands came down to grip your hip tightly as he bottomed out.

"Kriff…so tight," he groaned, starting to move in slow, heavy thrusts. "Wanna fill you up. Leave you dripping with me…" He lifted his head to look down at you, his expression tight as he clearly restrained himself from going harder. "Wanna put a baby in you. Bad."

You moaned again, clenching around him at the words. "I--ah--Wrecker, I want--"

You were cut off as Wrecker cursed at the tightness of you clenching, and finally let his pace turn rougher and more desperate. His hand went from your hip to your thigh, pulling your legs wider as his heavy hips pressed down against yours, driving his thick, leaking cock into you as deep as he could. He pulled back to glance down at where his cock was disappearing into your cunt, groaning at the sight.

"Kriff…kriff…not gonna last," he said, almost with a breathless laugh. His free hand came down to press against your lower stomach over where his cock was hitting you, his thumb finding your clit. "You close, baby?"

You nodded, gasping as he started to rub rough circles over your clit. You tilted your hips up to meet each of his thrusts, squeezing tight around the thick stretch of him.

"That's it-- cum for me," Wrecker growled, voice rough and strained. "Wanna feel you squeeze me while I breed this pretty cunt."

That tipped you over. You came hard, moaning his name as your walls fluttered and pulsed around his cock. Wrecker gasped at the feeling, his hips slamming into yours until he finally let out a guttural moan, burying himself to the hilt and grinding deep as he came in hot, heavy pulses that kept flooding you until it leaked out of you around his cock. He stayed buried deep through the aftershocks, still grinding like he could push it even further inside, one hand still splayed over your lower belly.

Breathing hard, he finally leaned down to kiss you, breathless and messy but affectionate. "…Someday," he mumbled tiredly. "You and me. Little ones running around Pabu. Gonna take such good care of all of you."

You smiled, full and warm, and pulled him in for another slow kiss.

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A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

King of aftercare tbh. He's at his softest right after sex and is so sweet to you. Takes care of you, gently cleaning you up and getting anything that you need. Massages any of your muscles that are sore. A little more cuddly than usual after sex as well and will happily lie there and hold you for as long as you want even if he's not super tired. Feels a little awkward if you try to take care of him too though, doesn't like being fussed over

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Echo has a complicated relationship with his body. He feels kinda detached from it a lot. Has come to view himself very like…practically? Like his body is a tool in the most literal sense. There isn't much that he specifically likes about it, though he's gotten to the point where he doesn't necessarily dislike it either. To be completely honest, his dick really is probably the part of him he likes the most cause like. almost every other part of him has been messed with in some way but at least his dick can still give him (and you) pleasure yk

On you, he really like genuinely loves your whole body and will fully get on his knees and worship any part of you. Specifically though he has kind of a thing for your neck. If you tilt your head back and like stretch your neck a lil it gets him kinda hot and bothered. Kisses it a lot when making out and during sex but is generally careful not to leave marks, prefers leaving marks in places he's sure people won't see

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Usually prefers finishing inside you, it's just what feels most intimate to him and he likes that. Holds you tightly through it, forehead pressed to yours, groaning quietly and praising you as he cums. He's not usually big on finishing on your face, chest, etc but he does like the visual of his cum on your thighs or lower stomach if it gets there when he pulls out

Also loves the taste of your cum. Loves when you cum on his tongue, or if you cum on his fingers he'll lick it off

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Secretly loves the idea of fucking you while you're half asleep or drifting off. On mornings when he wakes up before you, he sometimes thinks about sliding a hand between your thighs or grinding his morning wood against you. Would love to just bury his face between your legs and wake you up that way. Just finds the idea of slowly waking you up with sex sooo hot but he's hesitant about actually bringing it up

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Got around a fair bit in his 501st days, enough to know what he's doing and what he likes. Was never exactly much of a fuckboy or anything but he's definitely got some experience under his belt

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

He likes positions that give him most of the control and also likes being able to see your face. Loves to watch all the pretty expression you make, also wants to be able to kiss you. So he ends up going for more "boring" positions like missionary. Makes it really sweet and intense though

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Doesn't take himself too seriously in the moment. Like it's generally quite romantic/intimate but he'll tease you a little, smile against your mouth when he kisses you, isn't above being goofy but it's like. lowkey. if that makes any kind of sense whatsoever

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

So his hair growth is kinda sparse now, like a lil bit patchy. Doesn't have to do a whole lot to keep himself looking well groomed tbh. Shaves his head and that's about it. Does trim his pubes to keep things tidy down there tho

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Generally pretty romantic and loves intimacy with you. Will cup your face with his hand and stroke your cheek with his thumb as he praises you, or rest his forehead against yours, also kisses you a lot. Likes eye contact a lot. He always makes it feel very intimate even if it's just a quick fuck

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Not too often. His drive isn't what it used to be. It does sometimes help him sleep though so he'll jerk off before bed if he knows he really really needs to get some rest. Also, he doesn't get a lot of time when he's away on missions but sometimes when he really misses you and has some time he'll rub one out to the thought of you, quietly groaning your name under his breath as he cums

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Cockwarming. Likes having you in his lap while he's buried inside you, making out and talking quietly. It just feels very close and intimate to him and he loves feeling you clench and squirm whenever he touches you in certain places or says something teasing. Also gets turned on by the idea of you falling asleep with him still inside you

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Bed tbh. Wants it to feel secure and private and intimate and will rarely fuck you anywhere else. Also he does like having you ride him when he's sitting in a chair somewhere but never anywhere where there's even the slightest chance of anyone catching the two of you

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Pretty visual and domestic in what gets him going. Seeing you take care of yourself like getting out of the shower, stretching after a long day, taking off or even putting on your clothes, it always gets him going a little bit. Also if you absently touch your neck or collarbone it always catches his eye

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Doesn't like being dommed or humiliated at all. Kinda needs to feel in control for his own comfort/peace of mind. Anything that feels detached or degrading really kills his mood and could potentially trigger his PTSD

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Prefers giving and is GOOD at it. Knows exactly what he's doing and honestly gets a lot of pleasure from it. He genuinely loves everything about it. Gives your inner thighs lots of attention too, lots of kisses and teasing love-bites. Lovesss when you cum in his mouth/on his tongue. Would happily spend hours between your legs and likes seeing how many times he can get you to cum

Doesn't like receiving as much, though he does enjoy it every once in a while. Is pretty gentle with it, holding your hair out of your face for you or stroking your cheek. Never pulls you down but will sometimes thrust up shallowly into your mouth when he's getting close

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

MUCH prefers slow and sensual. Likes trying to make it last. He'll be thrusting slow but deep, pushing himself in as far as he can go and grinding his hips in a circle before dragging himself back out again. Also likes thrusting in a little roughly and then pulling out slow. Only picks up his pace when he's ready to cum

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Not into quickies. Likes taking his time, and he usually lasts a while anyway. If you really really want it though he'll be down every once in a while

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Likes experimenting, will try almost anything at least once if you bring it up. Not big into taking risks though in terms of like people hearing/potentially walking in on you two. Like he's a little paranoid about it tbh, really really does not like the idea of anyone knowing when yall are fucking lol

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Can last a long time but after he cums he's done. He likes purposefully drawing it out anyway and could push himself to last an hour or so but usually once he's in you it's like 20 minutes. Can only go one round, takes him a while to be ready to go again

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Doesn't have any toys for himself but would enjoy getting some to use on you. Especially for days when his drive is low but he still wants to make you feel good he'd love getting you off with a vibrator or something. Also lots of teasing potential there, which he's definitely into

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

So he actually loves teasing in terms of like, edging. He really likes making things last and will bring you both right to the brink of orgasm before slowing down with a breathless chuckle, soothing you with affectionate kisses as you whine. He likes when you get needy tbh

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Pretty quiet. Also more of a sweet talker than a dirty talker if that makes sense. So he murmurs a lot of praise and compliments but keeps his voice really low, doesn't make many sounds other than maybe some quiet groans and heavy breathing

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

The cybernetic ports and residual scarring along his spine in particular are extremely sensitive. He doesn't like them touched a lot and definitely not roughly but if you're gentle, just like running your fingertips along the edges while he's buried in you, it can push him right to the edge

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Average length and girth, slightly curved up. Tip is VERY sensitive. Uncut. Balls are kinda saggy

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Pretty low drive. A lot of times he's happy to give you head and call it a night. When he does get worked up though he gets really worked up. Like he'll have had no interest for a couple weeks and then one day sees you getting out of the shower and is hit all at once with such intense need

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Doesn't fall asleep immediately but it doesn't take long either. He has trouble sleeping in general but after sex is one of the rare instances where he's usually able to fall asleep relatively quickly

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“Alright, c’mon, big guy…” you murmur, guiding wrecker towards the med bay. He and Hunter had just returned from another one of cid’s errands, which, naturally, had involved blaster burns and damaged armor.

“Just a scratch,” he chuckles, while you lean closer to remove his chest plate and inspect the charred mark across his torso. You shake your head affectionately and turn to gather some supplies.

“Up,” you gesture, gently raising his muscular arms to roll his blacks out of the way. He smiles and watches as you begin to clean the wounded area.

Across the ship, Tech glances up from his datapad. His eyebrows furrow slightly behind his goggles as he watches the two of you interact so comfortably. His older brother always seemed to bring out a softer side of you. It was almost…irritating, how much you laughed around him.

His eyes narrowed further as you prepared a bacta patch and applied it to the burnt skin across Wrecker’s chest. The sight of your hands on him—so gentle—sent a sharp sting of jealousy through Tech. He clenched his datapad tighter and stayed quiet.

You whisper an apology every now and then when your fingers accidentally prod at his injury. Wrecker grunts softly, but never complains, instead attempting to distract himself with humor.

“You know, if ya keep babying me like this, I might just get used to it,” he grumbles.

You laugh. Again. Tech exhales sharply.

“Well, that’s what I’m here for, hm?” You affirm, smoothing over the patch. Wrecker wiggles his eyebrows and nods.

“Okay…there you go…” you mutter softly as you begin to bandage Wrecker’s wound, your arms circling him to fasten the fabric across his torso. You press even closer to reach around his large frame, and he doesn’t seem to mind.

“Thanks, doc,” he grins appreciatively, “I owe ya.”

He opens his arms for a hug, and as you’re about to lean in, Tech clears his throat. You look over your shoulder.

“Oh, hi,” you chuckle, noticing that he’d left his seat and was now only a few feet away. “What’s wrong?”

He was suddenly very aware of how stiff he sounded. He blinked a few times and watched wrecker shuffle back to his own bunk.

“…May you…check on my wounds as well?” He asks in his usual matter-of-fact cadence. There’s an uncharacteristic hesitance to his question, though, and you tilt your head. Tech hadn’t been out with the other two boys…and you’d made sure he was healthy after their last mission. You were fairly certain he had no ‘wounds,’ but you accept anyway.

“Oh…of course, hun. Come sit,” you smile.

You nod to the small bunk and he follows your instructions diligently. Although you don’t see it, his eyes widen for a split second when you call him ‘hun,’ a term of endearment the batch had only heard from you before.

He’d always been infatuated by your little affectionate habits; they were so unlike the cold, clinical care he’d received on Kamino as a child. When you’d first joined clone force 99, he’d immediately researched the psychological effects of your treatment style—breathing exercises and positive reinforcement and such. He’d questioned your methods, as he did with everyone, but…he couldn’t deny your results. You’d become a beacon of support for the entire batch, and for Tech, you were slowly becoming more than that.

He’d been visiting your med bay more often than what could be considered logical or reasonable. He would replay recordings on his datapad to ‘analyze mission files,’ but only the ones that included clips of your smiling face. He’d taken note of how you cared for Omega and his brothers as if they were your own family.

However, right now…he found himself looking for ways to direct your attention away from his brothers and towards him.

“Rope burn again?” You ask lightly.

He glances away as he remembers the time you’d witnessed him skid down a ledge without properly securing his grapple and insisted you check for injuries. He couldn’t refuse when you’d clutched his hands and pressed a cold compress to his palms. He clears his throat.

“…No. I have a bruise.”

You blink.

“A bruise?”

You’d seen Tech return from missions half dead. Why was he concerned about a bruise?

He nods, promptly removing his gloves and wrist gear. Sure enough, there was a yellowing mark on the inside of his forearm.

“Hm…” you gently cup his elbow with one hand and swipe your thumb over the contusion with the other. Not swollen, not hot to the touch. Seemed…normal.

At this point, the gears in your head were turning. Tech was easily the smartest member of the batch and his medical knowledge was not limited. He knew this bruise was relatively harmless.

He also knew you would inspect it anyway. He held out his arm to you so expectantly, almost eagerly, his brown eyes gazing up at you with a soft expression you’d seen before in children with scraped knees. It was impossible not to recognize, and you gave him a small, knowing smile.

He watches as you turn to retrieve a small tin of bacta-infused ointment. You wordlessly gather some of it on your fingertips and begin to lightly spread it over the discolored skin.

“Tech,” you begin, your voice quieter than before.

“…hm?” He glances up and adjusts his goggles.

“…if you want my attention, all you have to do is ask,” you murmur, one hand sliding down to hold his wrist.

He looks up from your hands and stares at you like you’d just thrown his datapad out of the airlock. Then, he swallows and glances sideways.

“…Wrecker does not ask for your attention.”

Your expression softens with realization and you give him another smile, your fingers leaving the faint bruise to cup his jaw.

“Wrecker doesn’t have an itemized list of ‘non-tactile comfort strategies,’” you comment, almost teasing. The tips of his ears redden slightly as your thumb strokes his chin, and for once, he’s silenced.

“I didn’t think you would like…any of that,” you continue to gently explain, “I’m sorry, sweetie…”

The pet name brings his gaze back up to yours, soft and swimming behind his goggles.

“I suppose I could have been more direct,” he murmurs. You huff a laugh, and his eyebrows curl up with something like admiration.

“Mhm. But…I know now,” you whisper, leaning closer. Your hand slides up to cradle his cheek and he turns into your palm, his own hands moving to rest against your hips like he couldn’t keep them still if he tried. It sends a flutter through your stomach and you give him an approving smile that morphs into a more playful expression as you let out a low murmur.

“I never took you for the jealous type…”

The corner of his lip twitches and his hands flex at your sides.

“Niether did I. But you…” he trails off, blinking as you tentatively reach up and slide his goggles to his forehead. His honey brown eyes stare up at you, now unobstructed.

“I’m special?” You prompt, your face gravitating closer to his.

“Illogical,” he corrects with a slow nod, glancing down to your lips.

You giggle once more before removing the distance and pressing your lips to his. The kiss is short—simple but meaningful. Your noses brush together when you pull away and it’s quiet for a moment.

“…Y/n?” he mutters.

“Hm?” you hum, your fingers carding through the hair at the nape of his neck.

“I would like more of your attention.”

You were normally able to tolerate and even enjoy the Pabu market. It was usually nice being outside, surrounded by community, spending time with your family. But today was one of those days where everything just seemed a little more intense than it should've.

The sun felt too hot against your skin and too bright in your eyes, causing you to squint until your eyes watered. Voices were overlapping in every direction, footsteps moved constantly around you, and conflicting smells were overwhelming you. Your breaths felt a little heavy, your clothes felt too tight, and every time someone accidentally brushed against you as they walked by, you tensed.

Hunter had always helped you through days like this. For as long as you could remember, he'd been teaching and reminding you of techniques to ground yourself when your senses got to be too much. Sure, your senses were sometimes beneficial, but Hunter knew better than anyone how exhausting they could also be.

You tried to push through it, but then someone brushed past your shoulder and another loud sound came from nearby, and you knew you couldn't take much more of this. So you slipped away from everyone, walking fast until you found a quiet alley between buildings where things seemed a little darker and quieter. You leaned against the wall, squeezing your eyes shut as you tried to breathe through the overwhelm.

Only seconds later, you heard footsteps approaching. You didn't have to open your eyes to know who it was.

"Hey," Hunter murmured, voice steady and calm. "I'm here."

You managed a faint nod and tried to open your eyes to look at him, immediately wincing at the light. Even here, you could still hear everything. Distant chatter, waves against the rocks, footsteps passing. It was quieter, but still not enough.

Hunter stepped closer. "It's okay, kid. You don't have to open your eyes. Just--"

You cut him off with a shake of your head. You wanted to tell him you knew. You were trying. But instead of speaking, you found yourself moving closer to him, taking two quick steps to close the distance.

Hunter caught you easily as you practically collapsed against him with a quiet little sob. He lowered to the ground with you, keeping one arm securely around you while the other rested gently against the back of your head. You buried your face against his chest, pressing yourself as close as you could, using the rhythm of his heartbeat to try to block out everything else.

"That's it," Hunter murmured, keeping himself still and his arms steady around you. "Breathe with me. Slow breaths."

You trembled against him, slowly forcing yourself to follow his lead and let his breathing guide yours. Hunter adjusted his arms around you just a little to try to block out more light and sound, shielding you from the surroundings as much as he could. He knew what it felt like to want nothing more than for everything to just stop for a moment.

"There you go," he said after a minute as he felt your breathing sync with his and your heartbeat start to slow. "Just like that. Getting better?"

You nodded weakly against him, not quite ready to let go yet. Hunter didn't rush you.

"…Hate when this happens," you mumbled quietly, muffled against his shirt. "Feel like I should be able to handle it by now."

Hunter's arms tightened around you just slightly. "I don't expect you to be able to handle it all the time."

You scoffed faintly. "You can handle it, though."

That made Hunter pause, and he was quiet for a long moment. Should he even attempt to explain why he was able to handle it? How he'd been just like you back in those early cadet days on Kamino, overwhelmed by sound and movement and sensation that his brothers seemed to ignore so easily? The difference was that he hadn't had someone who knew how to help. His brothers tried, when he let it show, but they didn't really get it.

He remembered having to learn how to endure it almost before he really understood what it was. During training drills had learnt to force himself to push past it. Learnt that there was no room to freeze up because hesitation meant someone could get hurt. Learnt to train himself into believing it wasn't overwhelming, to tell himself that the pounding in his chest and the sharpness of every sound and the storm in his head was adrenaline that he could use. Most of the time, it worked. Sometimes, it didn't. He wouldn't let anyone see if he could help it, he would just find somewhere to be alone. He'd sit, frustrated with himself, wondering why after everything he'd survived, he still couldn't handle something that had been a part of him since the beginning.

When you were young, the second he'd realized your senses were like his, he'd sworn to himself you'd never suffer through it alone. That he'd figure out how to teach you to handle it better than he'd had to.

He looked down at you now, feeling your grip on his shirt loosening as your breathing evened out. It struck him that over the years, teaching you that it was okay to struggle, okay to seek comfort, had forced him to offer himself the patience he'd spent his entire life denying. Yeah, he could handle it now. Better than he used to. Largely thanks to you, really.

"You've only ever seen me after I figured out how to deal with it," he finally said quietly. "I know how hard this is, kid. Trust me."

You lifted your head slightly, looking up at him with tired eyes, and he gently stroked your hair away from your face. "Even I still have hard days sometimes. Just our senses doing what they do."

You huffed faintly, leaning back in to rest your head on his shoulder again. "Just wish they'd shut up sometimes."

Hunter gave a low, brief chuckle. "I know. But if you inherited them from me, then you also probably inherited the part where you're stubborn enough to keep going, yeah?"

You exhaled a laugh, and Hunter smiled at the sound. He adjusted his arms around you to keep holding you loosely, leaning back against the wall. He stayed with you until the sun no longer felt so harsh and the sounds started to fade to something you could handle. The market would still be there when you were ready, but for now, there was nowhere else you needed to be. You could just let your father hold you, and know that he wouldn't let you deal with it alone.