#tbb hcs

[zoeykallus]

Hello there! I hope you’re having a wonderful day or evening, depending on when you see this :)

I was wondering if you’d do a HC of how the batch reacts to being called the fem!readers husband! Whether for an undercover mission or they’re actually married is totally up to you! So sorry if you’ve already done this one and I just didn’t see it!

Lots of love

~💜

Aloha! No, I have not done this before. At least not that I can remember... 🤔🤔

I think, I smell some fun...

The Bad Batch x fem!reader HCs - The Husband

Fluff/Comfort/Slightly Suggestive/Tech's Part Is Angsty

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Initial situation:

You two are not yet a couple, but you have feelings for each other. Sometimes you flirt and generally enjoy spending time together. While running errands together on a market, you are approached by a vendor.

"Hello, such a pretty couple! Can I perhaps interest you and your husband in some of my goods? We have exquisite exotic fruits with aphrodisiac effects."

Hunter

You hear a nervous little giggle from Hunter. You smile yourself, feeling your cheeks get hot. The way you keep smiling at each other, and the way you interact with each other, it was only a matter of time before someone mistook you for a couple.

Hunter clears his throat sheepishly and says, "Um, we're not married."

"But a couple for sure," the merchant says with conviction.

You shake your head, "No, not a couple either."

The merchant blinks.

"But you'd like to be one!" he insists.

Hunter nervously tugs at his bandana and says, "Well, that may be so"

You look at him in surprise; until now, you've never addressed this tingling tension between you.

Your eyes meet, then you both look shyly in another direction.

The merchant grins, "Ah, I see, shy huh? My fruits can change that."

You chuckle and say braver than you feel, "Okay, what would you recommend to two shy idiots like us who don't dare?"

You feel Hunter staring at you, but he doesn't contradict you, he comes closer and watches curiously as the merchant shows and explains some of the exotic fruits to you. Finally, you look at him and you both grin.

The merchant wraps a few of them for you and as he hands you the bag he says, "Come by as soon as you are a couple, my wife has a wonderful catering service for the wedding party."

Echo

His first reaction is a confused, "Huh?

"I just asked your wife if you two might be interested in my fruit."

Echo looks at you and you at him. You see his ears turn red, but he doesn't contradict the merchant.

He likes to cook, in general he likes to prepare food, it's a kind of hobby, and he's very good at it. Which you also mention to the merchant.

"Oh, a man with class, you are lucky".

You laugh softly and say, "Echo, take a look, maybe you can find some fruit for a stimulating dessert?"

Echo comes closer and says dryly, "Well, um, just the two of us will eat that, won't we?"

"Of course," you say with a soft laugh.

You buy some of the fruit and the merchant calls after you, "Recommend me further if you are satisfied."

After a while you say quietly laughing, "Husband and wife."

Echo murmurs, "Doesn't sound so bad"

"Hmm?"

"Oh nothing"

Wrecker

He laughs heartily, playfully pulls you close to him and squeezes you against his side.

"My little wifey and I are always interested in culinary delicacies," he says happily, playing along with the game.

You are so caught off guard at first that you just smile dumbly and try to process what is happening.

Wrecker is chatting heartily with the merchant, getting advice, picking out some fruit, and smiling at you all the while. He seems so adorably cheerful that you wouldn't even dream of admonishing him or correcting the mix-up.

Again and again, he winks at you mischievously, as if you were both about to play a prank. You're not quite sure what Wrecker thinks about you or you two together. But for now, you're enjoying this little game.

As you both finally walk away from the stand with a bag of fruit, he looks at you, he's grinning, his ears are red, and he says conspiratorially, "Funny, isn't it, that he thought we were a couple? Hey, should we maybe go to that little grove you like so much? The fruits are good for a picnic."

Your heart races.

"Wrecker, you know what aphrodisiac means, right?"

"Um, no, should I?"

You sigh, but you smile at him as you explain.

"It increases libido, sexual readiness, the desire to be intimate."

His eyes get big.

"Oooooh," he says stretched, after a brief pause he asks mischievously, "So, shall we go to the grove?"

Tech

His holopad is hanging on his belt for once, his attention was completely on you today, and you enjoy it to the fullest. It does not surprise you that one believes you for a couple. The way you look at him, and he smiles shyly at you, it is bound to happen sooner or later.

Tech adjusts his goggles and says matter-of-factly, "We're not married."

"But a couple, yes?"

"No, not a couple either," he says.

The dealer looks from one to the other.

"But you two are definitely in love with each other, you can tell from a distance".

You see Tech's ears turn red, the helmet he had tucked under his arm earlier hastily finding its place on his head again as Tech more or less tries to hide under it.

But then he says something that startles you.

"That would be unwise."

You feel yourself getting hot and cold, and your guts tighten. The merchant looks from one to the other, confused.

"Why is that?" he asks the question on your mind.

Tech sighs and says, "I have an unsteady life, a dangerous one at that. I couldn't offer a steady home to a partner or even a wife, no real security. So I guess I will remain single."

The merchant as well as you are speechless. You feel as if he has just kicked you in the pit of your stomach.

As you continue to walk, you are silent and stare ahead. You don't feel like exploring the market anymore. You feel like crying, but you hold back. You were so sure that he liked you too, so sure that sooner or later you would find each other, get together. Now you feel down, a shattered dream.

He stops at a stand with flowers, buys a beautiful bouquet and holds it out to you. When you look at him questioningly, he says, "I feel like I've made you sad."

You tentatively pick up the bouquet, stare at the flowers and bite your tongue, trying not to say anything stupid or start crying.

"Other people," he says after clearing his throat, "Shouldn't know how much I like you."

You blink and look up at him from the bouquet.

"What, I don't understand…"

He shrugs his shoulders uncertainly, pulls you into a quiet corner, and takes off his helmet again. His cheeks and ears are flushed, his hair a bit disheveled by the helmet. He looks so adorable it hurts.

"It's true that my life is uncertain, dangerous. The Empire is after me and my brothers, the occasional bounty hunter now and then. If people know how much I like you, they might try to hurt you to get to me."

Your heart almost leaps into your throat.

"So you do like me then?"

Tech blinks and says, "I thought it was obvious."

"And you don't want to stay single?"

He smirks softly at you.

Crosshair

He cocks an eyebrow at you, then at the vendor. Before you can say anything, Crosshair steps closer and looks at the fruit.

You stand next to him. He throws you a sly smile, then asks the vendor, "Which one has the most intense effect?"

You feel heat rising in your cheeks and ears. You wonder what he's up to.

Crosshair listens to the merchant's advice for quite a while, while you watch speechlessly as he packs an entire bag of the recommended fruit.

You sigh softly. You know that Crosshair is popular with the women, and you know that he has always enjoyed it, even though he hasn't had anymore womanizing for a while now.

You two find a quiet corner and sit down at a pretty fountain.

Quietly, you ask him, "So, which woman gets served these fruits this time?"

He unwraps one, takes his knife and cuts it into pieces as you watch in surprise.

"Well my wife, of course," he says perkily, holding out a piece to you, "Care for a slice, honey?"

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[the-mom-friend-dot-com]

Tbb hcs

• Tech having a holo pad to keep track of stuff but it just ends up being a list of stupid things everyone has done

• Hunter learning how to braid hair incase Omega grows out her hair 

• Crosshair having a secret compartment in his bunk for his toothpick stash

• Everyone knowing morse code so they can talk at night without waking the others up

• Unspoken rule that if Tech is sleeping you do not wake him unless there is an emergency 

• Crosshair saying he drinks his caf black but it probably has as much sugar as a frappuccino no one needs to know that though 

• Wrecker isn’t even allowed near the caf machine 

• Hunter and Echo either don’t have the time or effort to dress up their caf but when they do it is very specific 

• Crosshair having how everyone likes their caf memorized 

• Wrecker is a very heavy sleeper

• The effort needed to wake him isn’t worth it. Let him sleep. In fact go on and go back to sleep yourself

• Everyone having their own cereals

• They always know if someone took some of theirs

• Omega has a box of lucky charms because she likes the marshmallows

• Wrecker has some sugary cereal like coca puffs or fruity pebbles

• Tech has cheerios or wheaties

• Hunter has one of those cereals that are like oats and dried fruit

• Echo has fruit loops because they were Fives’ favorite

• Crosshair has granola bars instead of cereal

#1st post!! #i want coffee #tbb hcs #can y’all tell i wrote most of this in the morning? #tech #echo #crosshair #hunter #wrecker #omega #tbb #tbb s2

[cloned-eyes]

you cannot tell me that Tech isn't heavily tattooed when he clutters like a mad man, scribbles all over his bunks wall and has two - count them two - brothers with a face tats.

#the bad batch #tbb tech #tbb fanart #clone force 99 #star wars #star wars tbb #star wars fanart #goggles #mans a piece of art #if canon hasn't shown a character shirtless i automatically hc them heavily tattooed #eyesdraws

[alabyte]

Just a little headcanon:

As a child, Crosshair's hair was dark except for just a small white strand somewhere at his temple. But with age, the white strands became more and more numerous - due to genetic mutations, the hair on his head lost color in sections until it became completely white.

Maybe in just a few years he'll start saying that the amount of stress his brothers are causing made him go gray in his cadet years.

#honestly i cherish this hc so much #my favourite one at this point #crosshair #crosshair tbb #tbb crosshair #the bad batch #tbb #clone force 99 #cf99 #star wars #sw #also tested new custom brushes while colouring still figuring out if i like it or nah

[nahoney22]

Me again! Please can I request some HC’s with the bad batch and how they react to reader (gn or female) accidentally crawling into the boys bunk at night 😂

Accidental Sleeping Arrangements

All Bad Batch Boys X GN!Reader

How the boys react to you accidentally crawling into their bunk at night.

warnings: Fluff, comfort, cuddles, some moody boys, gender neutral reader. Can be read as romantic or platonic.

Echo 💤

The first time:

As you slid into his bunk accidentally that evening, he was thoroughly bewildered. He had jolted awake and sat upright, observing your exhausted form snuggling against him, eyelids heavy with fatigue.

With tactful gentleness, he roused you from your slumber, delicately shaking you to bring you back to awareness. "Hey, um, you're in my bunk, trooper."

Your eyes flickered open, adjusting to the dim light, and a muttered curse escaped your lips as you retreated, cheeks warming with embarrassment. "Sorry, Echo," you apologized, slipping out of his bunk. "I must be completely drained," you sheepishly confessed.

"It's alright. I just didn't want to startle you by waking up to my face," he commented. You glance at him with a furrow forming on your brow before you shook your head.

"I doubt I'd be bothered by that..." your words trailed off, potentially carrying unintended flirtation. Echo's eyes widened slightly, his hand instinctively moving to the back of his neck, a clear sign of slight shyness at your words.

"Anyway," you say abruptly, spinning on your heel. "Sorry about that."

Echo simply nodded, silently observing as you retreated to your own bunk, leaving him with a sudden chill in the air, now yearning for the warmth you briefly brought beside him.

The second time:

With a tired yawn, Echo wearily approaches his bunk a few nights later, only to halt in surprise at the sight of someone curled up inside. Upon closer inspection, he realises it's you again, presenting him with a slight dilemma.

Despite his weariness, Echo knows he needs rest, and while your bunk is an option, his own provides the perfect setup for his cybernetics, ensuring he's at his best for the next day's duties.

Letting out a small sigh, hoping you wouldn't mind, he settles on the edge of his bunk and gently wakes you. "Hey, you're in my bunk again," he murmurs softly.

You stir, meeting his gaze before cringing slightly. "Again? I'm so sorry," you begin to rise, but his hand on your shoulder stops you.

"You can stay, but I'd also like to get some sleep... if you, uh, catch my meaning," he hints with a faint smile, hoping you understand.

"Oh," you blush, considering for a moment. "Well, I hope you don't mind sharing."

"Not at all," he reassures, his tone gentle as you make space. He lies beside you, and before long, you drift back to sleep. Echo finds solace in the rhythm of your soft snores, gradually succumbing to sleep himself... though waking up to find you both cuddling is a surprise he hadn't anticipated, yet one he welcomes warmly.

Hunter 💤

The first time:

When Hunter awoke to find you crawling into his bunk, confusion gripped him. Instantly alert, his hands tensed, ready to confront any potential intruder, but his apprehension melted away as he recognised you.

He lay there in silence, contemplating his next move.

While a part of him felt inclined to let you sleep, considering your recent exhaustion, he couldn't shake the concern of startling you upon awakening to find him beside you.

After ensuring you were deeply asleep, he carefully extricated himself from the occupied bunk, making sure not to disturb you.

Once free, he couldn't suppress a soft chuckle as he observed you, peacefully snuggled into his pillow, emitting gentle snores. “Sleep well.” He whispered to you before leaving you to rest.

He made a mental note to address the situation in the morning, but perhaps it’s better left unsaid since you’ll know your error when you woke up.

The second time:

As you woke up to find yourself in Hunter's bunk, mortification swept over you. Yet, when you encountered Hunter in the cockpit, he didn't mention a word about it, instead offering you a drink of caf.

A small part of you entertained the idea that perhaps he was unaware of the nighttime intrusion. However, your suspicions were confirmed a few nights later.

Fatigued and not paying attention to your surroundings, you headed towards what you thought was your bunk and climbed inside, only to be surprised by the presence of another person. "Hunter, what're you doing?" you blurt out, eyes widening in disbelief.

"I could ask you the same question," he chuckles, adjusting his position and turning to face you. "This is my bunk."

Blinking in realisation, you glance around, confirming his assertion. "Oh," you laugh sheepishly, "I thought this was mine."

His smile is gentle, his eyes gleaming faintly in the dim light. "You're more than welcome to stay," he offers casually, though he soon realizes the potential implications of his words. "If you want to, that is."

A part of you knows you should return to your own bunk, yet there's an inexplicable pull keeping you there. "Well, I'm all comfy now..." you hint with a small smile.

He nods, turning his gaze away and closing his eyes. "Me too. Sleep well."

It took you a moment to fall asleep but just like how Hunter didn’t tell you that you had slept in his bunk first initially, you won’t tell him how he pulls you into his body as he slept and held you close throughout the night. Not that you seemed to mind.

Wrecker 💤

The first time:

"Wrecker, you scared me! What are you doing in my bunk?" you exclaimed, startled by the unexpected intrusion.

As you thought you were settling into your bunk for the night, using your hands to navigate through the darkness, you accidentally crawled onto something large and hard.

Assuming it was just your sheets bunched up, you attempted to smooth it out, only to be met with a small yelp that made your heart skip a beat.

"Huh?" Wrecker groggily emerged from his sleep cocoon, rubbing his eyes. "This is my bunk, isn't it?"

"No, I'm pretty sure it's mine," you asserted, but as Wrecker shifted in the bunk and reached under the blanket, he pulled out his beloved Lula.

"Oh. Maybe not then." You felt pretty embarrassed by your mistake, but Wrecker didn't seem to mind at all.

"It's alright, thought I was going to get an extra cuddle buddy for a second there!" he chuckled heartily, waving Lula in your face. His laughter filled the room, and you couldn't help but feel a warmth spread through you at the thought of being Wrecker's "cuddle buddy," though you weren't entirely sure if he was joking.

Deciding not to dwell on it further and eager to avoid keeping Wrecker awake any longer, you offered a meek apology before retreating to your actual bunk. As you settled in, you couldn't shake the image of Wrecker's playful grin from your mind.

The second time:

Wrecker stared down at his bunk, finding it already occupied with not much room left for him. You were snoozing away, oblivious to his dilemma. Wrecker knew he could be a bit of a grouch without his sleep, so he decided to gently prod you awake.

"Hey," he nudged you, rousing you from your slumber. "Is this you asking to be my cuddle buddy?"

You stirred awake, blinking in confusion as you glanced at him. It was then that you noticed Lula on the pillow next to your head. "Oh shoot, sorry Wrecker," you sighed groggily, just wanting to fall back asleep into the warmth of his bunk.

"It's alrigh’," he chuckled softly, his deep voice filling the room with warmth. "But uh... I kinda need to sleep."

"Then come cuddle next to me," the words slipped out before you realized what you were saying, but you didn't want to take them back either. The thought of Wrecker's warmth beside you was oddly comforting.

Wrecker was surprised for a moment, his eyes widening slightly, before a soft smile spread across his face. Without hesitation, he slung his armor off and crawled into the space beside you. "Are ya sure about this?"

"Mhm," you replied sleepily, your arms spreading over his chest as you nestled into him like a log warming a fire. "You're warm."

Wrecker smiled to himself, feeling a sense of contentment wash over him as he closed his eyes, feeling your steady breathing against his chest.

Tech 💤

The first time:

Sleep was not a common occurrence for Tech, so when he made the rare decision to nestle down for the night, he wasn't too perturbed to find you asleep in his allocated spot.

He paused for a moment, considering whether to wake you, but recalling your exhausted state earlier, he reasoned that you wouldn't have intentionally taken his bunk.

Instead, he quietly observed the peaceful rise and fall of your chest, noting the serenity that graced your features, before silently retreating back to the cockpit where he remained awake for the night once again.

"Tech, why didn't you wake me? I feel terrible," you expressed your guilt that next morning upon discovering that you had accidentally slept in his bunk, leaving him to forego his own rest.

"That is not necessary. You were tired, and I can always keep my mind occupied with tasks or reading intel," he replied in his usual composed manner, peering at you over his datapad. "I shall assume this was a one-time occurrence, and my bunk shall be my own again tonight."

“Yes, of course," you nodded, your expression reflecting genuine concern as you offered another apology before preparing for the demanding day ahead. Despite Tech's assurances, the weight of your unintended intrusion lingered.

The second time:

It just so happened to be the next night that you found yourself once again interrupting Tech's sleep. Moving through the dark ship with heavy eyes and a yawn on your lips, it was no surprise that you once again miscounted where your bunk was and crawled into the wrong one.

Your head hit the pillow, and your eyes shut as the warmth of the bed enveloped you. However, despite the comfort, a small flickering light kept intruding upon your consciousness, prompting your eyes to flutter open. At first, you didn't register the source, but as you turned your head to the right, your eyes widened in realisation: Tech laying there on his datapad, as if nothing had happened.

"Tech, what... am I...?" you began, your voice trailing off as confusion clouded your thoughts.

"In the wrong bunk?" he interjected calmly, settling his datapad down and gazing down at you. His goggles rested atop his head, allowing you to see the brightness of his eyes in the dark. "That is correct."

You sit up, feeling a rush of embarrassment flood over you, and run your hand over your face in frustration. "I'm sorry. I don't know what's up with me.”

Tech raises a single brow, his expression softened with genuine concern. "Perhaps in the morning, I should run some tests if you will allow me?" he suggests softly, his voice carrying a hint of worry. "But for now, I suggest you get some sleep."

Nodding in agreement, you reluctantly pull the blanket off your body, preparing to retreat to your own bunk. However, before you can make your escape, Tech's hand gently rests on your shoulder, stopping you in your tracks.

"You are free to continue sleeping in my bunk tonight if you find it comfortable," he offers unexpectedly, his gesture of kindness catching you off guard.

"What, really?" you respond, turning to face him, searching his eyes for confirmation.

With a nod, Tech reclines back and retrieves his datapad. "Yes, really. I do not mind."

"But what if I keep you awake again?" you voice your concern.

"Do not worry about me," he reassures softly, a warm smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "Now, get some rest before I give you a lecture about the benefits of getting sleep."

You chuckle softly at his remark before settling, finding comfort in his understanding demeanor. As you prepare to drift off into slumber, you can't help but feel thankful for Tech's compassion and generosity.

In the quiet of the night, you woke up only once, feeling Tech's arm drape gently across your body. Yet, instead of feeling unsettled, you found comfort in his presence.

Crosshair 💤

The first time:

As you prepared to settle in for the night after a long day, exhaustion clouded your judgment, leading you to absentmindedly crawl into a bunk without much thought. However, your relaxation was short-lived as you were startled by a gravelly voice beside you.

"What are you doing?" The abrupt question made you jump, and you inadvertently knocked your head against the top of the bunk in surprise.

"What am I doing? What the kriff are you doing?" you retorted in annoyance, rubbing your sore head as Crosshair sat up beside you, his expression stern in the dim light.

"I'll think you'll find this is my bunk," he hissed, his sharp gaze piercing through the darkness. As you glanced across the room, you realised your mistake—the bunk you were in wasn't yours.

"Oh."

"Yes. Oh. Now get out before I drag you out," he threatened, though you could tell it was more playful than serious.

"Alright, alright, keep your hair on," you sighed as you obediently crawled out of his bunk, feeling the absence of warmth as you departed.

Crosshair grumbled under his breath and rolled back onto his side to sleep, while you mentally chided yourself for the blunder, making sure you never accidentally try to sleep in his bunk again.

The second time:

You're exhausted, your head throbbing with the relentless ache of sleep deprivation from the past few days, and you've reached the point where you don't care where you sleep anymore. And that includes Crosshair's bunk.

As you settle down on the edge of his bunk, the closest one available, you feel the weight of his gaze on your back, following your movements as you swing your legs around and lay down. "What are you doing?" his voice cuts through the silence, tinged with irritation.

You don't reply, simply closing your eyes as you allow the fatigue to wash over you, hoping for a moment's respite.

"This is my bunk," he asserts firmly, his agitation evident, but as you remain silent, his annoyance shifts to confusion.

"Are you... alright?" he inquires, concern creeping into his voice.

You shake your head softly, and you hear him sigh, but he doesn't press you further. Nor does he demand that you leave.

As sleep begins to claim you, Crosshair remains awake for a while, his thoughts swirling. In his mind, he tells himself that this is a one-time occurrence.

Yet, if you're upset and in need of somewhere to rest for a while, he doesn't mind if you sleep next to him again. After all, it turns out to be the best sleep he's had in a while too.

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[tending-the-hearth]

"what, no hug for me?" "that depends how good your intel is."

echo and cross weren't even reunited for five seconds and were already snarking at each other your honor they're each other's favorite brother

#echo being the peacemaker KILLED me #like he already had to deal with one squad at each other's throats #and now he has to deal with hunter and cross #i'm going to be sick #anyways my ori'vod echo and vod'ika cross hcs were so validated with this episode #the bad batch #the bad batch spoilers #tbb crosshair #arc trooper echo #do not tag as clone/cest or i'm taking your knees

[tardisdeancas]

swear jar.

#the bad batch fanart #the bad batch #hc: the bad batch has a swear jar #hunter doesn’t like it #he’s going broke #swear jar #tbb omega #tbb hunter #tbb tech #tbb wrecker #tbb echo #star wars tbb

[mire-draws-things-spiceverse]

Day 1 | Sergeant Hunter

Calendar masterlist | Buy me a coffee?

'Tis the season! And as my thank you for this fandom that kept my brain pumping that sweet, rewarding serotonin + dopamine combo for two years in a row (so far): here it is, the first of my 24 clone arts. I hope you all enjoy my humble offerings 🤲🏾✨

Closeups + tags under the cut (◡‿◡✿)

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[lamaenthel]

Clone Force 99, nicknamed the Bad Batch and designated as Experimental Unit Clone Force 99, was a clone commando special forces squad that was active during the Clone Wars. The squad initially consisted of five clone commandos that were designed with genetic mutations:

Crosshair, formerly designated CT-9904, was a clone commando who served in the Grand Army of the Republic during the Clone Wars as part of Clone Force 99. Crosshair possessed genetic mutations that gave him exceptional eyesight and marksmanship skills. As a result, he acted as a sniper and a long-range combatant.

Wrecker, formerly designated CT-9903, was a clone commando who served in the Grand Army of the Republic during the Clone Wars as part of Clone Force 99. Due to genetic mutations, Wrecker was much larger and stronger than the average clone trooper. He loved blowing things up, and served as the muscle and demolitions expert for his squad.

Tech, formerly designated CT-9902, was a clone commando who, as a result of his genetic mutations, served as the brains of his squad and was a valued asset in this regard, using his high intellect and mastery of technology to ensure their operations were successful. Even so, he was no less skilled in combat than the other three members.

Hunter, formerly designated CT-9901, was a Clone Sergeant who served as the commanding officer of Clone Force 99. He was genetically altered to have heightened senses and was able to sense electromagnetic frequencies from anywhere on a planet.

Ninety-Nine, formerly designated CT-9900, was a clone who suffered errors during the cloning process. His mutation was intended to provide him with an accelerated healing factor; while he did indeed heal wounds almost twice as fast as his brothers, his healing factor mutation unfortunately caused him to suffer severe progeria as a result of enhanced cellular turnover. Due to his valuable stem cells, bone marrow, and blood---which showed temporary improvements in wound healing speed in troopers who received transfusions---he was not terminated, and was instead removed from his squad at an early age and assigned maintenance duties. He was killed assisting Domino Squad in the defense of Kamino in 21 BBY.

The four surviving members of Clone Force 99 named their squad in honor of their fallen brother.

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[itsindiana]

gang i don't know what to do with myself i need more than 2 more bad batch episodes . c'mere and yap about anything bad batch / clone / etc etc related i need to feel alive

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I just thought of something and so I need to get it out of my head and into words because GAHGGHG

CROSSHAIR CALLING OMEGA SQUEAKER

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[zoeykallus]

The Imperial Bad Batch x Fem!Reader - Dangerous Seduction HC's Part 3 Of 5 (Tech)

Warnings: Suggestive / Sexual Themes / Strong Language / Dirty Talk / Angst / Dub-Con / Filthy / Smut /18+ / Toys / Anal Play

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You belong to the resistance. Unfortunately, you have fallen into the clutches of a special unit of the Empire, Clone Force 99 also known as Bad Batch. The interrogation goes completely differently than you expect, between you and the soldier who is supposed to interrogate you, a strange intense tension arises.

AC: These HCs probably don't make much sense, and mainly consist of sexual tension and spicy incidents. Summed up; these HCs portray TBB like an upside down universe, they have still some of their very own traits, but they are "evil", so to speak. Yes, I do have a very dirty mind. It's never boring in here. Probably the most extensive HCs I have written to date. It's more like Five spicy One-Shots.

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Also: This is just a slightly changed update. Had to make a completely new post because tumblr wouldn't let me update my original post 💢

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Part 1 : Hunter

He puts a suitcase down on the table. You expect to see torture instruments in it when he opens it in front of you, but to your surprise, you see something completely different. Sex toys, in all variations. Anal plugs, lay-on vibrators, lube, vibrating eggs, and a few other things.

You blink and look at the man in the gray officer's uniform. He is perfectly calm, he seems almost relaxed. He smiles gently.

"Usually these interrogations are always quite unpleasant. The methods that the ISB has developed are, admittedly, sometimes quite inventive as well as effective, but also quite cruel, loud and dirty".

His voice is calm, gentle, lulling. You are surprised and confused by what he says. His eyes behind his yellow tinted goggles seem interested, curious, not cold as you had expected.

He looks at you, letting what is said sink in first. Finally, he continues, gesturing toward his suitcase, "Personally, I would prefer something much more pleasant, perhaps no less noisy, but probably just as effective."

You can't help but stare at him, confused and unsure. Part of you knows what he's getting at, of course, but you can't quite grasp the situation yet.

"Well?" he asks, looking at you questioningly, "What will it be? Do you want to choose for yourself, or do you want me to do it for you? I am very experimental, you know".

You slowly open your mouth and say, "I- I think the pleasant variant you mentioned sounds... more desirable"

His smile widens a tiny bit.

"My thoughts exactly," he says with satisfaction.

He stands up, comes around the table and removes your cuffs.

"Take off your clothes," he demands quietly.

When you hesitate, he says, "There's no need for shame, you won't be judged. This is a welcome experiment for me, the female body has always fascinated me"

You take a deep, nervous breath before beginning to remove your clothes. The imperial officer waits patiently, not pressing you further.

When you finally stand naked in front of him, he examines you from top to bottom, very interested. His fingertips ghost along your sides, you feel them like a delicate breath on your skin. At your breasts he lingers a little while, strokes along the soft skin, circles your rising nipples. You can see that a bulge is slowly forming in his uniform pants.

"Bend forward, over the tabletop," he says calmly, and moves to his suitcase.

With a pounding heart, you do as he asks and watch as he picks something out of the case. When he comes over to you, he has a plug in his hand, lube and a lay-on vibrator with little suction cups on it.

He comes over to you and stands behind you. Your heart beats faster, you can't help but already feel yourself getting wet, just the anticipation gets your blood pumping.

He puts the items on the table next to you. His hands start stroking your naked buns, and you hear him let out a stuttering breath. He seems to take pleasure in what he sees and feels. He abruptly presses against you from behind, and you clearly feel the hard length in his pants pressing on the steep crease between your buns.

His hands are on your hips as he gently rubs against you, his fingers digging into your flesh. But finally he lets go, stepping back a bit and reaching for the bottle of lube.

"This might be a little cold right now," he warns you.

In the next moment, you feel him gently push your buns apart with one hand and feel your face and ears grow hot. As his fingers touch the tight ring of muscle between them, and you feel the cool lube, your juices begin to pool and your pussy twitches expectantly. He takes some more of the gel, rubs it on the hole and finally slowly and carefully slides a finger inside.

Again your pussy twitches, you moan softly and slowly push your hips towards him, letting him penetrate deeper.

You can hear him let out another shaky breath.

"You seem to like this" he states, "This is good, very good".

He moves his finger inside your bottom. Pulling it back out, he reaches for the plug. A medium size, neither huge nor small. He also rubs the plug with lube before attaching it and begins to slowly push it into your small asshole. You moan out, the feeling is intense, the plug stretching your little hole.

Your interrogator is very careful, slow, almost tender. It takes a while, but finally the plug is deep in your butt and the flat end is resting between your buns.

"So far I am very pleased with you. You're a good girl, very obedient, I like that," he says somewhat breathlessly.

He seems fully absorbed in what he is doing to you. His hand gently reaches between your legs from behind, his fingers sliding through your damp folds.

"You're already wet. Very good, very good."

His fingers rub curiously and gently over your clit.

"There's the little fun button, isn't it?"

Breathlessly, you gasp, "Yes..."

He withdraws his fingers again, takes the lay-on vibrator and presses the suction cups against your body. In the next moment, the device begins to vibrate, massaging your clit in a steady rhythm.

"Sit back on the chair," he demands, a little more impatiently this time.

You do as you're told. With the plug in your butt and the vibrator on your clit. You are so wet that you drip onto the chair you are sitting on. He stands in front of you, between you and the table, leans against the tabletop, hastily opens his pants and frees his hard cock.

He is well hung. Thick, long, gently curved, his cock stands before you. You automatically reach for it, and he lets you, watching very closely what you are doing. Your face comes closer, and he watches in fascination as you kiss his hard length.

"Good girl, don't stop"

Your tongue twitches over his tip, tasting the pre-cum, slightly salty. He twitches and moans. His mouth flaps open as your lips close around his tip, your tongue presses against the underside of his cock, and you begin to suck on him. His head falls back into his neck, his hands clutched left and right on the tabletop.

He keeps gasping, "Good girl, good girl, such a good girl".

It feels great, sexy, hot. But something is missing. You love the feel of your ass being stuffed, the friction on your clit, but you long for your pussy to be stuffed.

You let go of him and look up at him. He frowns and looks at you questioningly.

"Who told you to stop?"

"Please... I need something in my pussy"

He blinks, then smiles.

"I'll make you a deal"

You nod eagerly, expectantly.

"You give me the coordinates of your shuttle, in exchange for that, I'll put one of my best vibrators in your pussy, take out the plug and fuck your sweet ass"

Again you feel heat on your face and in your ears. Just the thought makes your pussy twitch expectantly. Looking up at him out of wide eyes, you tell him what he wants to know. The imperial passes on the data via comm.

Finally, he pulls you to your feet, pushes you back onto the tabletop, stands behind you and reaches for his case. He pulls out a lifelike looking vibrator. You feel him press it against your pussy, sliding the tip through your folds a bit to collect your juice before slowly pushing it into your wet heat. You moan as he pushes deeper and deeper, and finally both holes are stretched and stuffed. He sets a gentle vibration level and waits a moment for your reaction.

The vibrator on your clit, the dildo in your pussy and the plug in your ass are an overwhelming combination. But you know, it gets even better. He strokes your back as you moan and gently wiggle your butt, pressing against his crotch.

"You're doing wonderfully," he praises you, almost tenderly.

He grips the flat end of the plug with two fingers and slowly pulls it out, placing it on a cloth on the table, and finally guides his hard length to your pre-stretched, small rear entrance. Little by little he penetrates further, slowly, carefully, moaning. When he is completely absorbed in you, he gives you a moment to get used to it.

"How's that? Does that feel good?"

A moan comes out of your mouth in response. You've never been so filled and stimulated before. After a while, he finally starts pounding your ass, keeping up his end of the bargain.

Ko-Fi (If you feel like giving me some coffee)

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[spacemagicandlaserswords]

Random Bad Batch Headcanon

Tech and Crosshair are twins.

Same height (6'4"). Same body type (tall and lean).

They came out of the same tube. Tech was taken out first just ahead of Crosshair, which is why Tech is CT-9903 and Crosshair is CT-9904. Hunter is the oldest (CT-9901) and Wrecker (CT-9902) is the second oldest.

I also HC Wrecker as the most emotionally intelligent one of the batch. That man is not the bumbling idiot he is characterised to be. He is their demolitions expert after all.

In whatever alternate, alternate headcanon universe that exists where Tech and Crosshair aren't twins, then for some reason my brain has decided that these are their ages:

Hunter - oldest, long suffering eldest sibling, permanently done and tired of this shit (CT-9901) Tech - second oldest, middle child menace but with some semblance of sense occasionally (CT-9902) Wrecker - third oldest, exuberance and enthusiasm personified and more than capable of getting into trouble most of the time (CT-9903) Crosshair - youngest, absolute menace to society and everyone's problem all of the time, add it to the list of reasons why he's a grumpy crossaint (CT-9904)

Actually now I'm not so sure. Maybe Tech and Wrecker would swap. Either way Hunter is definitely the Oldest Sibling TM and Crosshair has all the youngest child energy.

Not sure where Echo comes into all of this. He can be Wine Mom.

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[cloned-eyes]

....Idk what to say at thi point tbh

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[nightskyfoxyy]

She had a nightmare, but its okay now.

(Was definately carried very gently back to bed as well. Ya know. After an hour or two.)

#If they dont all end up happy on Pabu by the end of the third season Im gonna be sick on the damn floor #GIVE THE BATCH THEIR DAUGHTER BACK #I hc theyve all been there done that with this particular situation though #Shes tough for a kid but shes still like.. 10? something like that? #just needs a good hug sometimes #the bad batch #omega #hunter #tbb hunter #tbb omega #i will never be over that Lofi nap video on the star wars kids channel im gonna sob til i pass out #star wars

[nahoney22]

hi! congratulations on 3k followers, massively deserved. I was wondering if you could do a request with a female reader? I loved ‘Need a hand?’ And I can’t stop replaying the scene where reader kisses echo to escape the guards and was wondering if you could do the same with the rest of the batch and who initiates it first? But can it be a little more on the suggestive side 👀… Up to you of course! I adore your stuff, especially echo works 😊 thanks! Take your time. 💕💕💕

The Perfect Plan***

All Bad Batch Boys X F!Reader

warnings: rather suggestive so 18+ only please, female reader, first kiss, kissing to escape guards/empire, touchy-feely, implied sexual content, explicit language, strip club, neck kissing, dry humping, lap dance/strip, mutual pining, non established relationships.

authors note: thank you! That fic is one of my favourites ever so I’m glad you like. Also, @clu-ven did something similar to this and they’re amazing so check theirs out too! 🤍

Echo

Echo was the one who initiated the plan, driven by the height of the chase and long-burning emotions.

"Echo, they're right on us. We have nowhere to go," you gasped, sweat trickling down your face. Assigned to retrieve crucial information from an imperial base, your discretion had failed and a swarm of guards were hot on your tail.

With determination, Echo took a cue from Fives (whether he bullshitted the idea to him before he wasn’t certain) and knew what he wanted to do. He silently took your hand, and you looked at him with wide, confused eyes, realising the danger of getting caught. "Echo-?" you started, but he drew you into an alcove in the dim alleyway, pressing his lips against yours.

The adrenaline rushed through you as the guards moved away, and you found yourself melting against his mouth. Neither of you pulled away despite now being in the clear after seeming like a couple having an intimate moment. Eagerly, he held your jaw, capturing your sweet whimpers as he pressed himself closer to you, seizing the moment that he may never get again.

“Echo,” you say his name again but this time it was sultry and needy, just saying his name felt amazing as your hands tug on his armour to bring him closer. He’s flushed against you now, his knee pressed between your thighs that leaves you hot and flustered. “Fuck,”

You whimper at the sensation, not being able to help but grind down against his limb that earns a low chuckle in response. “You’re making me so hard.”

When he pulls away, you gasp as he nips at your bottom lip as he parts, leaving you wanting more. “Shall we get out of here, sweetheart?” He asks, both flustered and a little smug at your reaction.

You quietly nod your head, linking your arm through his and take off. You had a lot to talk about on the way back to the Marauder.

Hunter

The club music blares, strobe lights flashing against your bodies as you and Hunter squeeze through the crowd, staying close to evade your pursuers.

"Hunter!" you shout over the music, and he looks over his shoulder, taking your arm and guiding you through the exotic dancers with the both of you feeling out of place. "We need to blend in!"

When the two of you get to the dance floor, surrounded by heated bodies that flushed and grinds against anyone, Hunter asks through gritted teeth, "Blend in how?" He senses the enemy getting closer.

You quickly assess the situation, scanning the dancing couples and then the more intimate couples… and an idea pops into your head. "Pin me up against the wall,"

“Huh?!” He stares at you wide-eyed and completely shocked at what you just said.

“Pin me up against the wall,” you suggest again moving closer to him, breath hot against his face and fully aware that it's a risky move that may even affect your relationship but you feel desperate to not get caught. "Now."

His eyes shift, but he complies. He grabs both of your hands, pushing you back into the corner of the club, pinning your arms above your head. Rougher than expected. Your heart races, not anticipating this to be so alluring, and you hope the music masks the sound of your pounding heart.

"You... you need to hide your face," you say, loud enough for him to hear, his long hair and tattoo being an obvious giveaway. When he gazes down at you, something in him snaps. He leans down, his breath hot against your neck…

“Hunte- OH!” You whimper in pleasure, his lips sucking and kissing along the exposure of your neck. His kisses like fire.

Your back arches in pleasure, flushing your body against his which only has him groaning in ecstasy, his length noticeable as it presses to your crotch. Has… has he wanted to do this as much as you wanted to? “I love hearing you whimper darling, don’t stop.” His hot tongue licks along your neck, up to your ear lobe that had you doing what he loved to hear as he gently starts to suck on it.

But, the plan worked.

Not only had the pursuers turned a blind eye to the both of you, you and Hunter went to find somewhere a little bit more private. His lips had moved to yours by now and your hands had moved to somewhere else too.

Wrecker

Wrecker's world stops the moment your lips touch his. The urgency of the pursuit fades away as he stands there, caught up in the unexpected moment. You had asked him to kiss you as a form of public display, but he hadn't fully grasped the seriousness until you literally jumped into his arms, your legs wrapping around him as your lips met.

"Kiss me back, please," you whisper against him, a hint of desperation in your voice, seeking both safety from the guards and perhaps some deeper connection that is above his average flirting.

He responds, wrapping his arms around you, holding you close as the two of you blend into the shadows, using the act of affection as a cover. The guards might be searching, but they don't seem to suspect anything between you two.

With one eye discreetly open, you notice the guards still in the area, and you realize you have to escalate the act. You whisper softly and enticingly, “Touch my breasts.”

“Are ya sure?” He rasps shakily, savoring the taste of your lips as he briefly pulls back to look down at your breasts, covered by a shirt. Nodding in confirmation, he slowly moved his hand over your stomach before he cups your breast in his large rough hand.

You gasp under the touch, loud and wanton as he starts to fondle them. “They feel so fucking good.” He grunts, not caring if this was just a small ploy but as you keen into him, your tongue begging entrance to his mouth, he knew it was more than that. He swallows your moans and claims your mouth with his own.

“Move along citizens!” One of the guards called out to the two of you but paying them no mind, they soon grunted in almost disgust and disbanded.

The Marauder shook pretty hard that night.

Tech

"We seem to have hit a dead end. These directions from Cid's buyers are, unsurprisingly, incorrect," Tech's annoyed tone echoes as both of you stand in front of a towering wall that was supposed to be your way out.

"I couldn't dislike her more than I already do," you sigh, rubbing your temples, trying to devise a plan to escape from the angry Weequays you just stole from. Normally, Tech would have a solution by now, but as he looks around, silent, you start to feel hopeless. Then, an audacious idea strikes you.

"Tech, I have an idea, but it's a bit bold," you announce.

Curiosity shines in his eyes, visible behind his helmet. "Speak quickly," he urges.

"You need to..." you hesitate, feeling a swirl of nervous anticipation as you notice the innocence and intrigue in his gaze, "you need to act like my boyfriend. Or, to put it plainly, like we're a couple."

"I'm not entirely certain how that will help," he responds, seemingly puzzled.

"Think about it. Girls are always fawning over Hunter at bars, and we cringe and look away," you explain rapidly, hoping he grasps the hint.

"A public display of affection," he nods, acknowledging that it might be the best alternative. "But I don't see how merely holding your hand will be effective in this situation."

You gulp, your heart racing. "You need to take off your armor. They'll recognize it, but they haven't seen your face." Although hesitant, he quickly starts stripping off his gear, and you struggle to control your breathing as he does it in a way that leaves you a bit weak-kneed. You've always found Tech attractive and harbored a small crush on him, but you wish it didn't take such circumstances to get a little closer to him. You can only hope it won't jeopardize your friendship.

With his armor out of sight, Tech turns to you, standing tall as he pushes his goggles up his nose. "What's next?"

Anxious and apprehensive, you take his hand and pull him closer, backing up until your back presses against the wall, causing his throat to bob nervously as he swallows. "Place your hand here," you whisper, guiding his hand to your waist and then the other to the wall beside your head, concealing both of you in shadows.

His breath is warm on your face, and his eyes scan the surroundings. "I estimate they'll be here in approximately thirty-seven seconds," he rasps, unexpectedly getting a little closer, his chest brushing against yours. "I need to tell you something quickly," he says suddenly, catching you off guard.

You blink, nodding for him to continue.

“I have always imagined pinning you up against a wall like this.”

Before you could even have time to react to his alluring tone, the sound of hurrying footsteps were heard nearby and that’s when Tech took action. His lips press to yours, frigid but warm but as you let out a very soft moan, his body relaxes into yours and soon he’s kissing you with an intensity that scorches your insides.

The sound and the thought of the Weequays had completely vanished from your mind, just relishing the feeling of you and Tech together as his fingers gently bite into your waist that had you flushing yourself against him in response.

“Such a good girl,” he rasps against your mouth, trailing his tongue along your lower lip that makes you almost keel over but luckily his hold on you keeps you stable and you burn hot as you feel the ache in his pants press against you. Hard.

After a short while, the kiss is broken and it comes to both of your attention that the pursuers were long gone. And they had been for a while but the two of you clearly got caught up in the moment. He smiles kindly at you before gently kissing your cheek, genuine and soft before pulling away.

“Allow me to put my gear back on and then I’ll be more than happy to hold your hand as we head back to the ship.”

This man surprises you more and more each day. Maybe your plan had spurred you both in the right direction after all.

Crosshair

As Crosshair and you were tasked with keeping a lookout on top of a building, you never expected your cover to be blown. As he observes the approaching enemies through his scope, Crosshair curses and urgently pulls you to your feet, rushing you inside the building.

"They're going to find us!" you express worry as he guides you through the stairwells until you both reach a door with loud music blaring from within. To your surprise, the settlement you were on top of is actually a club, specifically a strip club.

"Oh," you squeak, but before you can react further, Crosshair has already dragged you inside, heading towards the exit. However, both of you freeze as the door is flung open, the pursuers searching for you both, while the patrons and dancers continue to revel in the club's ambiance.

Then, an idea strikes Crosshair. "You can hate me later, but we have to do this."

Confused, you're about to ask what he means, but suddenly, he firmly grabs your waist, backing you into a dimly red-lit corner of the room and forcefully makes you sit on his lap on a nearby loveseat.

"Crosshair, what-.” you begin to question.

"We have to blend in," he grunts sternly, cutting you off and wrapping his arms around your body, pulling you close. "Hide your face."

You’re completely flustered, never been so close to Crosshair before but you couldn’t lie and say you didn’t enjoy it because you did. You and Crosshair seemed to tip toe over each other's true feelings for one another quite often lately.

“We have to blend in properly in that case,” you whisper against him before quickly sitting back and he’s about to curse at you for not following his orders but his words are caught in his throat as you begin to slide your shirt off your body and grind your hips down on him.

He’s rendered speechless as he watches you but hey, if it does the trick… why not? His hands set on your waist, eyes now blown with lust as he gladly accepts this little lap dance from you, watching your hair fall past your shoulders as you tilt your head to the side, moving against him slowly.

“Look at you,” he starts with a coy smile, hand moving down to your arse and giving it a small squeeze, “have you done this before?”

“Not at all,” you rasp, a little nervous but feeling a heat course through your veins under his touch. You lean closer, nose just brushing against his, “are they still looking for us?” You whisper. He looks up carefully and nods his head, the enemy still in close range.

“Yeah. But you’re doing well.” He mutters, smirking in pleasure as he feels himself strain against his codpiece. He then groans as you grind down harder, his vision blurring with stars. “D-don’t stop.”

The cord had snapped and you launched forward, capturing his lips with yours to create the perfect plan of distraction. He kisses back feverishly, whispering your name. “That’s it, grind yourself against my cock.” He breathes into your mouth and you let out your own whimper of ecstasy.

“Anything for you.”

With the enemy way out of range now, this still didn’t stop the pair of you and in fact found somewhere more discreet to carry on this naughty moment.

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