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Sweet Thing

Bad Batch Hunter x plus size f!reader

Summary: Hunter gets an evening with you, and he doesn't have to be in charge and gets cared for like he deserves.

Pairing: Bad Batcher Hunter x plus size f!reader

Word Count: 5,087

Warnings: smut, light dom/sub, sensory deprivation, light bondage, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex, creampie, slight fluff, PiV sex

Divider by @freesie-writes & @snotbuggle

A/N: So this is my first time writing smut and I had a lot of fun with this. Hunter is so baby girl and he deserves all the loving. This is also cross posted on my ao3 cyarikas_moon. I hope you enjoy!! Feedback is appreciated!

“Hunter. Pay attention.”

He grunts softly, squirming where he kneels.

“Trust me, I’m doing my best.” He mutters, slightly breathless.

You raise an eyebrow. You shift gently to look down at him and he falters slightly, going still. He may not be able to see but with those senses of his but he was picking up on everything you were doing. The slightest movement, the smallest sound, the faint smell of…

“Sorry.” He states quickly.

“Sorry…?” You repeat his word with a slight tune to it. Teasing, mocking.

“Sorry, Cyare.”

“Good boy.”

You don't miss how he stills once again, holding his breath for a split moment.

You chuckle gently. He never let himself go easily. Why would he? Hunter was a leader, a protector, a Sergeant. He had his squad to take care of. To keep safe. They were never safe from the Empire. Always on the run, also looking over his shoulder. Hackles raised, ready for a fight. For danger.

He was wound up so tight. Stiff and uncomfortable. He just needed to relax. To unwind and breathe and slip away. To let everything disappear and to feel safe. And that is just what you were doing for him.

You walk around him gently. He was stripped from his waist upwards. His padded vest shirt was gone. The brown overshirt was discarded. You had peeled the top half of his blacks off of him slowly, allowing his body to get used to the exposure to the air. It wasn’t cold on Ord Mantell but Hunter couldn't stop the chill that ran through his body. His scarf served another purpose now. His hands behind his back, the red material wrapped around his wrists. Tight enough to rub against his skin if he squirmed anymore. He was a highly-trained soldier. A dangerous man. He could get out of the scarf in a fraction of a second if needed.

But he wouldn't. Because he was a good boy. He would wait.

His bandana had been moved down and now covers his eyes. One of his senses was taken away from him. In this moment, it was a blessing. A sweet surrender. Already, it was easier for him to begin to relax and focus. His remaining senses focused solely on you. Only you.

You are gentle and light on your feet as you walk around him from where he knelt on the middle of the floor. He shifts in his position every now and then, the pads on his trousers saving his knees for the moment. You walk across the small space of your apartment and stop in front of your bed. Before you sit on the edge, you slip out of your trousers. Dark, thick material that makes a small thump as they drop down your legs and he cocks his head to the side, listening to the sound.

You perch on your bed, sitting there now in just your underwear and chest bindings as you slip off your overshirt and throw it across the room. His head tilts again, following the sound. Always watching, always waiting. Wound up. Ready to spring at any moment. A soft chuckles leaves your lips and you part your legs gently, your hand moving down and your fingers gently stroking over the material of your underwear; the material thin and lacy giving you a better chance to touch yourself.

You sigh gently, and his head turns to listen to you. He is quiet as he waits. Good and patient. You smile as you watch him at that moment. You had both been meeting up for a good few months at this point. During this time, you had many long nights together. Exploring each other and learning new things. Always new things to learn. Learning Hunter wasn't a challenge. It was a delight. A delicacy. It was… delicious

“You’re such a sweet thing really…” You murmu as you sit there, touching yourself as you watch him.

Even though he can’t see you, he ducks his head slightly, cheeks heating up. You smirked.

“You are Hunter. No use hiding from it.” You state. “Love seeing you like this. It’s thrilling truly, this power I get to hold over you.”

You sighs gently as your fingers rub over your clothed pussy, pads of your fingers running over your clit, your breath hitching gently. His head snaps up fast. He takes a deep long breath through his nose, his exhale a groan. Stars, he could smell you.

“It’s an honour as well.” You grin as you see how this affects him. “So proud that I get to see this side of you. To bring it out of you.”

“Only you, Cyare.” He breathes out, voice earnest and desperate.

“That's right, Pretty Boy. Only me.”

Fingers glide over the thin material now in circular motions with ease as wetness makes them damp. His breathing picks up, slightly ragged. He squirms, shifting his weight on his knees. Wound up, ready to strike. But he wouldn't. He hadn't been given permission. Yet.

“Proud of you for learning to let go as well.” You whisper now, moving your fingers faster. “Good boys like you deserve to have breaks and rest. To have good things. To be treated right.”

A soft groan leaves him, restraint wearing thin. His head tilts up slightly. He breathes in.

“Do you deserve good things, Hunter?”

You look at him now. As he's looking up, he's leaning back onto his heels, and you can see him. Sees the outline of his cock straining in his trousers. Your fingers move faster.

“I asked you a question, Sweet Thing.” Your voice now serious, your own needs spilling through now.

Fingers weren't enough. And stars did he have a way with using his mouth. That tongue. Now, if only he would behave so you could both get what you want.

“Yes…” His voice is rough and deep as he stays where he is; struggling to keep himself together.

You slip your fingers under the waistband now and slide one in and lletout a soft sigh,. Hisgroan could be heard immediately afterwards.

“That’s right. You deserve good things. Can you tell me what you want? Use your words, I know you can.”

You breathe out as you curl your finger inside of yourself. You 6 yourself growing even more slick with arousal.

“Want you, Cyare. Need you.” He’s straining to move towards you but holds fast. If he 7 will all be over, and he’ll be left hard and suffering.

“Need me, hm? I feel the same way, Pretty Boy. Fuck, I’ve missed your mouth on me… Been dreaming of it.” A second finger. “Use those memories to get myself off late at night when you’re gone on long missions when you should be here with me.”

You speak quickly, impatient with your own game now as your heart rate picks up. You knows he can hear it. He knows, and he can smell you.

“Cyare…” His voice sounds wrecked already and hasn’t even been able to taste you yet.

“You can have me, Hunter. You’ve been so good waiting for me.” You whispers as you watch him, how he holds still but the slight tremor to him showing how desperate he is. “You just have to say those magic words.”

An amused smile is on your lips at the small huff that leaves him. Just one final thing. One final thing, and he can let go and relax. You watch as he shifts slightly, his lips turned down into that trademark grumpy scowl of his when he’s thinking too hard.

“Wasting time here, Sweet Thing.” You coo teasingly, a small sadistic smile playing on your lips. “I can just take care of myself, if not. I've been doing it all this time so-”

“Please.”

Hunter growls out, voice desperate and wrecked and on the verge of losing it. Giving in, giving up the power. His breathing ragged, the only thing ripping through the silence in the room. With him desperate and you victorious.

You pull your fingers back out of your underwear and keep your legs spread as you watch him for a moment. Then you smile.

“Come here.”

You say it so calmly, so simply and it's like everything that was keeping him knelt in the middle of the room snapped. Anyone else would have struggled to reach you. Blind-folded, hands bound, on their knees. Not Hunter. Not your good boy. You watch with a rush of excitement that swoops through your abdomen, more arousal, making you slick at how he moves.

Hunter is pushing himself up quickly with his feet, using his knees to help so he can take the quick two strides across the room so he can fall to his knees again between your legs. You watch as his nostrils flare slightly, the sweet smell of you right in front of him now, captivating him. It was like a drug. He wanted more. He needed more.

You smile and gently move your two wet fingers to his lips.

“Open.”

Hunter does with a groan, your index and middle finger in his mouth and he immediately uses his tongue to clean them, tasting your arousal like it was nectar from one of the many gods from all the different religions and planets he had heard of before. But he didn’t care about any of them. Nothing could beat this. Nothing in the whole galaxy. You smile at how he moves and cleans you up, whispering sweet words to him before you pull your fingers away.

A noise that was a mixture of a groan and a whine leaves him as his head moves forward slightly, following your retreating fingers, fixated on the taste of you before he stops. He knows his place. He kneels there between your legs and waits for your next instruction.

“Get these panties off of me.” You whispers and watches how he moves his head until his lips come in contact with your thighs.

His lips press open-mouthed kisses to your skin, his nose nudging against you as he moves his way up and it bumps against the thin lacy material, how it sinks tight into your flesh and rolls overlap slightly. His mouth opens, and his teeth gently sink into her ample thigh, the plush size of them something he loves to hold if his hands are free. If he could, his large hands would be digging his fingers into your dimpled thighs and pushing them up so he could feast easily.

But you were in charge tonight. So, for now, he will focus on what you are allowing him to have and enjoy for the moment. The pad of his tongue licks across that part of your thigh over the gentle ridges of the lightning marks on your skin. Tongue tracing the silver lines of your stretch marks. He bites down again, harder now, and your breath hitches. A sharp sudden tug on his hair has him letting go of yout skin and groaning, his cock twitching in his pants painfully now.

“Careful with those teeth.” You warn, but you love it. He knows it. “Now, listen to what I tell you to do and get these panties off of me!”

“Yes, ma’am.” He whispers, voice deeper and huskier than usual.

You huff and roll your eyes, but you are amused and love how that word sounds from his mouth when it's for you. Always for you.

He lowers his lips against and drags his lips across her thigh to your hip, finding the band of the panties and delicately biting down on the material and dragging it down over your love handles, and working the panties down your thighs, groaning as you push your thighs together to tease him, the thick expanse of your legs pressed together tight. He continues to work and get them off of you, and you laugh and part your legs again so he can drag them over your knees. There, you kick them off your legs gently.

He’s there waiting, almost trembling in anticipation. He can’t see, but you're right there. Your cunt is right there and he knows it's so wet, glistening with your arousal from playing with yourself and his kisses to your skin just now. He’s desperate for a taste for you. He was a drunken fool waiting for the smallest chance to experience her.

“Been so good, baby.” You whisper, your hands now stroking his hair, and he simply melts at your touch. He would do anything for you just to touch him like this always. He’d burn down the Empire for you . “Such a good boy. Go on, Sweet Thing.”

Finally, stars, finally.

Hunter surges forward, burying his face deep into your cunt, his tongue immediately flat against your slick folds and dragging up wards to taste and lick at you. The long, breathless moan you let out is fucking music to his ears, spurring him on. He eagerly laps at you, groaning at how you taste and gods. You're so wet. His lips move to your clit and he sucks and you scream, back arching and pushing your cunt against his face. He moves back to your folds and focuses on kissing and licking them. He knows you like the slow build-up, not too much at once. You don't get long evenings like this often. He wanted to savour everything he could. He would happily stay buried here, face in your pussy until he forgot the horrific world outside until all he knew was you, you, you.

Your fingers slide back through his long locks, and your nails scratch at his scalp, and he groans, burying his tongue inside of you, and you pull. His cock ached in his pants, straining against the material. Everything felt so good, so fucking good but it wasnt enough. He needed, he needed-

Your hands moved to the back of the bandana and how it was pulled down over his eyes. Your fingers toy with it, not pulling it off yet. But the option is there. He’s nodding against you, humming and making you sigh softly.

“Do you want to see, Sweet Thing?” You whispers, playing with the material. “I need you to answer me.”

He pulls away for a moment, mouth wet and glistening. “Please, Cyare.”

You smile and guide him back to your cunt and he continued to eat you out. The bandana is pulled slowly off of his head and strands of his hair fall across his face. He blinks and his eyes adjust to the soft light in the room. You look down at him, his eyes just visible over the velvet swell of your stomach. As he sucks on your clit his eyes look glazed over, so happy to be tasting you, consumed by your smell and taste.

His dark brown eyes were virtually black, blown out with lust, and already seeming so far gone just from this. His eyes finally focus and find your eyes as your grip on his hair tightens.

“There’s my Pretty Boy…” You whisper as you grind against his mouth. “Fuck you feel so good…”

He groans against your cunt, pushing his tongue inside you and you moan softly, eyes rolling back and closing. You throws your head back, feeling your orgasm building, panting hard as it all builds.

“C’mon Hunter, I’m close. Make me cum, Pretty boy. Make me cum.” You say quickly, moans becoming louder and more high pitched. “I know you can do it with just your mouth, you’re so good at it.”

He groans against your cunt, your words spurring him on. He nips and licks and sucks. The noises you make because of his actions and how he can make you feel this fucking good is like music to his ears. He sucks on your clit hard and you cry out, choking off with a moan. Your back arches, pushing your cunt further against his face. You pull hard on his hair and his eyes flutter shut. Your body trembles as your orgasm hits you, and he quickly laps up your release. He continues happily, lost in your cunt and your pleasure. His slow kisses and licks dwindling down as you ride through your orgasm, your fingers letting go of the harsh grip on his hair, gently tapping his cheek, and he instantly pulls away.

“Fuck…” You whisper and smile.

He watches softly, resting his tattooed cheek on the plump flesh of your stomach, panting himself, mouth wet, eyes focusing again. His hands are still bound behind his back. You look down and grin, stroking his hair. He leans into your touch, his nose nudging, almost nuzzling into the squishy skin of your stomach. He places a gentle kiss there that makes something deep within your core swoop, and he presses a kiss to your palm as your hand moves down from his hair to then stroke his cheek.

“Fuck, you’re so good Sweet Thing…” You whisper, chest rising and falling heavily.

“Anything for you…” He whispers, voice rough. “Love your cunt, Cyare…”

You laugh softly and grin at him, the thumb stroking his cheek, moving to his lips, running along the bottom one.

“Want more of it, Sweet Thing? You’ve been so good and patient for me… Making me feel so good with that mouth of yours. Do you deserve a reward?” You ask him.

He groans softly, mouth gently biting the soft flesh of your stomach in a gentle nip. You tap his cheek as a gentle chide but you smile.

“Answer me, Hunter.”

“I’ll take anything you give me.” The way he stares up at you, brown eyes baring deep into you, voice so sincere, you feels another sharp tug of want.

“Fuck, c’mere.”

You're sitting up now, leaning over him and down, lips connecting, and you kiss messy and quick. Your hands are reaching round his back to undo the scarf tied around his wrists. His tongue grazes across your bottom lip and soon you can taste yourself in his mouth. Hot breath and the slight clash of teeth, and finally, his hands are free. The moment the scarf falls, his hands move round to your thighs, holding onto the thick expanse of flesh. His hands are large by any means and he uses that to his advantage to possibly touch and grab and hold as much of your thighs as he can, nails digging in and he’s applying the perfect amount of pressure that he knows drives you crazy. Hearing you gasp into his mouth as his tongue swipes in fuels him on, and he’s kneading the doughy flesh of your thighs as he continues to kiss you like a starved man.

“Hunter, Sweet Thing.” You gasp against his lips your hands have found their way up to his hair again, tangled in the long dark tresses. “Can you still be good for me?”

“Yeah.” He grunts against you, forehead resting against your cheek for a moment as he seems to almost be catching his breath, collecting his thoughts in his fuzzy mind. Everything was just so good. The feel, the scent, the sight. Everything.

“Up.” You 6 he stands in front of you, your eyesight now in line with his crotch and your hands move to his belt, pulling it away and pulling his pants down.

Now in just his underwear, you sees the thick outline of his cock straining against the material, a dark patch forming. You run a gentle finger over the outline of it, and the sergeant trembles. The groan you pull from him is beautiful. You move your fingers away and quickly discards his underwear. His cock now free, hard and aching, dark and leaking pre cum.

You bites your lip as you stare, smirking to yourself how he stands in front of you, knowing he can't make a move. Not even as you reach up and wrap nimble fingers around his length. You move your hand up and down slowly, pumping him once.

“So pretty….” You whisper, staring up at him.

He’s so tall compared to you. Towering over you, his chest rises and falls, with a toned body thick with muscle. He was a literal killing machine, a specialised clone, a sergeant. He’d seen battle after battle, and now, here he was. Stood trembling before the woman sat on the bed in front of him. All he wanted to do was touch you. You were sitting there, thighs spread slightly, leaning forward, your breasts hanging there, and he just wanted to cup them and grab them. Have you whining for him as he gropes and squeezes, his tongue running across them. He wanted to make you feel good. To pleasure you, be at your beck and call to do whatever you need. Ever. But no, he stands there frozen, stuck on the spot. Trembling with how your hand holds his cock now, not moving and he was desperate.

He juts his hips forward slightly, trying to find some movement, some friction. Your hand squeezes around his cock in warning and he groans softly. He clenches his teeth, grinding them slightly, and his dark eyes fall on yours as you stare up at him, eyes narrowed, but the lust was full blown in them.

“Be good, baby.” You whisper, but you are just so turned on, your thighs clenched together.

“I’m tryin’.” He grunts out again, trying to stand still.

His eyes fall shut as you pump him once more.

“You made me feel so good just now, Sweet Thing… You deserve your reward now.” You coo softly.

As he opens your eyes to see what you mean, he sees you just in time, your tongue darting out and licking up the head of his cock, collecting the pre-cum on the tip of your tongue and he can't help but moan. His cock twitches in your hand.

“Cyare… Please…” He grits out.

You grin up at him and squeezes his cock once more before you lets go.

“Sound so pretty begging for me…" Seems that you're finally listening.” You smirk softly, and he huffs to himself.

He then focuses as you shuffle back to lay on the bed, parting your legs and rubbing your clit gently and he bites his lip as he looks at the view of your glistening cunt.

“Come and fuck me, Pretty Boy.”

Permission. The green light. The thread snapped.

Hunter surges forward, on top of you in a second. Eyes wild and pupils blown, like a crazed man as he stares down at your body. His eyes travel over your breasts, your stomach and rolls, looking at his cock between your legs, rubbing against your entrance. You breath hitches and you move your hips to rub your cunt against his dick. Your wet folds coating his cock in your arousal.

She grinds your hips, staring up at him with a grin. Your hand reaches up and brushes down his chest, over the few curls of dark hair there, moving down his sternum. Dragging lightly over his stomach and down his happy trail, you wrap your hand around the base of his cock. You give it a squeeze. The pressure makes him groan above above, his dick twitching in your hand. The pearl of pre cum rubbing onto your clit as he waits.

You look up into his eyes, both heavy and full of lust. You remain staring up at him, keeping this contact as you hold his cock and guides him into you, allowing him to push into your cunt. He instantly fills you up, sinking in all the way. A deep sound crawls its way out of his throat, a heavy grunt that's almost primal. Animalistic. Below him, your lips have parted into a silent sound, almost as if couldn't say anything. A light, airy breath left your lips, almost in a shaky manner as you look up at him.

He’s there staying still, worshipping the feel of your tight, wet heat around him, your clenching your muscles around him, relishing in this feeling. They stay like that for a moment, living a lifetime in a second before you're moving your hand to hold his chin with your finger and your thumb, pulling him close and pressing a chaste kiss to his lips.

“Fuck me like you mean it, Sweet Thing.” You whisper, lips grazing against his.

He pulls out almost all of the way before he’s slamming back into you, causing you to cry out, and he grins. Here was his reward. To turn you into a mess like you had done to him. His hips snap forward, picking up speed into a steady and fast rhythm. Neither of them were going to last long tonight, it seemed.

His hands are on you. One holding the overlapping plush skin of your hip, nails digging in and leaving crescent moon shape marks there. You want them to last for days. His other hand cups your breast, squeezing, fondling, groping. You lean down and drag his tongue up her sternum, between your breasts, and begin to pepper kisses across the skin. He keeps doing this until he reaches your hardening nipple. He takes it into his mouth, and it pebbles at the wet contact.

You're moaning and throwing your head back, eyes closed in bliss at the feeling of everything. The pet names have long gone at this moment. Just the constant chant of Hunter, Hunter, Hunter. With each moan of his name, he finds himself plunging harder and deeper into your cunt. The sergeant is drunk off the taste of your pussy, the feel of it wrapped around him. He releases your nipple and is panting ragged above you, his hot breath tickling your skin.

He glances at your for a moment, dark eyes begging, telling you what he needs as he now slows and makes deep, slow agonising thrusts, grinding deep into you. You open your eyes at the change of pace and catch his eyes. Those pretty eyes. God, he had been so good. Your hands move up into his thick dark hair, threading through and nails scratching his scalp as you hold onto his hair.

“Cum for me, baby.” You breathes out, clenching around him. “Cum in me, Sweet Thing.”

Hunter’s grinding deep now, deep low grunts leaving him as he spears his cock deep into you. His hips stutter as his rhythm breaks, becoming unsteady as his orgasm builds. His name is a prayer on your lips. Your name is a whisper breathed onto your skin like a confession, a secret. In that moment, as he is bowed over you, his lips pressing kisses to your collar bone now up to the juncture of your neck that meets your shoulder. All act and pretence is gone as your walls flutter around him and his cock pulses deep within you.

You're close as well. He can tell. How your heart rate has picked up, the small shake to your body that he can feel on his fingertips. The tremor in your voice, getting more high-pitched. You were so close and you could cum on just his cock alone but-

He is quick to move one hand between them to press his fingers to your clit and your cries flood his senses, burning into his mind forever. He growls low and deep as he cums, long thick ropes deep inside of you. He grunts into your skin as his teeth sink down into the flesh of your shoulder. You clench tight around him as your body ripples with the white heat of your orgasm at the feeling of how he fills you up and how those skilled fingers of his pull you apart with ease.

He collapses on top of you, teeth letting go of your skin to kiss and nuzzle his nose into your neck, breathing heavy. His cock still twitches inside of you and you whine softly at the feeling. Your nerves feel like they are all alight and on fire in the best possible way. Your hands have moved to wrap around him as best as they can, struggling to fully hold his toned torso. Your hands find their home with one in his hair, the other clinging to his back, almost in a possessive claim; desperate to keep him close.

The world is quiet. He relaxes. He focuses on the simple rhythmic sounds of both of your breathing. Quick, deep, shaky. He can feel the thrum of your heartbeat and how it calms him. With all of the chaos in this messed up broken galaxy, he finds himself stuck in and trying to save his family and keep them safe… You are a constant. Your heartbeat, your laugh, your touch, how you care for him. His hands move around and squeeze your plush body.

“You okay, Sweet Thing?” You whisper the name once more, checking his space, checking him.

He nods against you.

“Yeah Cyare.” He lifts his head up to look at you and matches your small smile with his own lazy grin. “Everything’s perfect.”

“Yeah? You were so good…” You whisper as you stroke the tattooed side of his face.

“Well, it’s almost perfect.” He comments.

Your face is cute as it turns into a confused frown. Your lips, bow-shaped, jut out into a pout that he can't help but kiss again.

“What-?” You begin to say, trying to talk in between the kisses he peppers you with and you feels his cock twitch inside you again before he pulls out.

You gasp softly at the sudden, empty feeling, feeling how he leaks out of you. He looks down at the mess between them and the sight of your pretty cunt and grins up at you.

“Have to clean this up. Now that’s my reward.” He commented, that smirk on his lips, and it grew at the sound of your laughter.

A light cackle of pure joy and disbelief. The laugh he only gets to hear when he's just so relaxed and just his in that moment.

“You’re unbelievable!” You scoff, but the amusement is evident from the happy gleam in your eyes.

“You love it.” He grunts out, the smell of your captivating him again.

“Yeah, I do.” You whispers, words light and airy as your eyes close in bliss as the sergeant buries his face between your thick thighs. And the silence of the night is replaced with gentle moans once more.

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clone-anon · 11 months

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I have to go dress shopping soon (someone's wedding coming up) and I don't want to. I want a pretty dress and would like to feel nice, but I'm a bigger lady and I have such a horrible time buying clothes. I try to pretend I don't care about what I look like but I do. Could I please get some support from Hunter or Wrecker (platonic or romantic) or both? I know this is a stupid thing to worry about, but I want to hide. Thank you and it is no rush at all if you are able to write this

Oh Anon. I think many people can relate to this. I certainly can. I hope you don't mind some liberties taken based on my own experience. I wrote this as Hunter, Wrecker, and reader (platonic), although the other three Bad Batchers get cameos.

You had all been invited to a wedding on Pabu and while the boys all found clothes for the event, you hadn't yet. You lingered in the stores, thankful in the moment that the women's clothes were on the other side of the store from men's clothes. You didn't want the boys to see your pained face and frustration. When they were ready to pay and leave, you pushed down your feelings to avoid any questions and simply said they didn't have anything that looked good. Hunter could sense your unease, Crosshair noticed the minute changes on your face as you spoke, and Wrecker could still read the traces of hurt on your face. Echo and Tech sensed something too, but gave you space and didn't want to push it.

As the wedding date came closer, you knew you had to find something. When you headed out to try to find something, Wrecker and Hunter asked if you'd like company. They seemed shy about it, looking between each other, but you smiled a little and nodded.

"If you don't mind," you added.

"Course we don't mind," Wrecker said.

They walked with you, one on either side. As you looked at clothes Wrecker stood around you like a shield. Any time a store worker approached to ask if you needed help, he gently put up his hand and said you were fine. You smiled gratefully at him. Hunter talked to you about what you would like to wear and he just generally kept you company. He noticed your frustration when you noted how frumpy a lot of the clothes looked.

"You deserve to feel as beautiful as you are," he said.

He gave you a supportive shoulder rub when he saw tears in your eyes. They let you take your time, not pushing for information on why this was painful, but simply being there for you.

When you looked at a dress a little longer than anything else, Hunter could feel the change in your mood - a hint of hope in your heart. It was quickly gone and you tried putting the dress back before he stopped you.

"Just try it," he encouraged.

You did so, stepping into the dressing room and feeling immediately overwhelmed by all the mirrors. You changed and looked at yourself, unsure of how you felt. The dress was a little too tight, but you loved the color and the way it laid on your body otherwise.

"How's it going," Hunter asked.

"Uhh... it's probably a size too small," you quietly admitted.

Hunter nodded his head toward the rack and Wrecker got one in the next size up. He knocked on your door and silently handed it to you. You put it on and smiled, pushing past old thoughts and worries.

"How about now," Hunter asked.

You opened the door slightly to see your friends waiting for you and smiling on the other side. They both beamed when you stepped out and Hunter took your hand and guided you to the mirror. You looked anywhere but there.

"Don't look away," he encouraged.

"Yeah, mesh'la," agreed Wrecker, "look at yourself. You look like a million credits."

You looked at yourself and smiled a little, not just at yourself in the dress, but at the boys smiling back at you. Wrecker couldn't help himself and picked you up into a huge hug.

You declared, "Mission accomplished, I guess."

"Good," Wrecker said, putting you down. "I hope you will dance with me at least once at the reception."

"But not every dance goes to Wrecker," added Hunter. "I'd like at least one too."

You smiled at both of them, feeling a lot better.

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sailorkamino · 1 year

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Hi! Could you write some headcannons for tbb x body insecure or plus sized reader?

body insecurities [bad batch]

relationships: gn!reader x bad batch

warnings: weight insecurities, echo has body dysmorphia, diet culture, an older sibling being a parental figure, autistic tech struggling w/ emotions, past body shaming

a/n: i love writing for tech but i struggle with his dialogue, if you're a bad batch writer pls send me some tips to making him sound in character <3

crosshair

• great at reading body language so he can tell when you need comfort even if you don't verbalize it

• he might seem annoyed but that's just his rbf, if he didn't care he wouldn't ask

• the type to be angry when he's worried

• it's eaiser to threaten you then admit he cares

• he'll say stuff like "take a risk like that again and i'll shoot you" or "drink some water dumb ass, i'm not your baby sitter"

• his first reaction is to fight the problem

• "did someone tell you that shit?"

• once he realizes he doesn't need to commit murder he's not leaving you along until you talk

• cross is the best listener and i will die on this hill

• he can seem dismissive of your insecurities but he does care, he just thinks you're wrong lmao

• brutally honest so any praise from him means a lot

echo

• the most empathetic boyfriend part 1

• def has suffered from body dysmorphia so he understands

• but also baffled cuz you're perfect to him

• he's very serious about your mental health so he wants to his a conversation about this

• the most genleman to ever gentleman, he will shower you in love!!

• lots of cuddling and sweet words

• hope you don't have any plans cuz you're not allowed to leave his arms until you feel better

• if you want to eat better that's great! but none of these unhealthy diets you see on the holonet

• no he'll research the best diet/exercise plan for you personally to make sure you're safe <3

• you've helped so much with his confidence he's determined to return the favor

hunter

• instantly knows when something's bothering you

• as the oldest he was forced into a parental role at a young age so he has a lot of expierence with comforting

• will give you a worried dad look until you tell him what's wrong

• he might get a little pushy if you aren't opening up

• he doesn't mean to but worrying about his loved ones is like his default setting

• [protective mode activated] did someone say something? cross will probably help get rid of a body if he asks-

• blames himself for your doubt

• secretly reads/watches romance stories so he'll probably drop some cheesy lines from them

• shows your tummy lots of love, like using it as a pillow while you stroke his hair or sneaking a hand under your top, lulled by your breaths

• cuddles with skin to skin contact are very intimate to hunter cuz of his higtened senses so this is very special privilege

• if it'll give you confidence he offers to work out with you, using the holonet he tries to find 'fun' exercises you can both enjoy (yoga, zumba, etc.)

tech

• he'll get frustrated because he doesn't understand your pov

• he's told you that you're attractive and healthy, why are you still upset?

• hunter has always told him "you can't make others see things the way you do" and it's infuriating for him

• tech is a fixer so he feels helpless when he can't just fix your insecurities

• he'll encourage you to talk to one of his more emotionally intelligent brothers which you take as rejection

• when your eyes fill with tears he panics even more

• "perhaps i should get hunter-" "i don't want your brothers, i want you tech"

• he's quiet for a moment before awkwardly opening his arms, "physical touch causes the brain to release oxytocin, a bonding hormone that strengthens social bonds in mammals. would you like a hug?"

• he's always found you attractive but never voiced it, now he makes sure to tell you every time

• get ready for blunt but 100% genuine compliments like "your chest is distracting in that shirt"

wrecker

• the most empathetic boyfriend part 2

• king of emotional intelligence

• will pick you up and hold you like you're a doll, laughs if you call yourself 'heavy'

• everyone is kind of small to wrecker (even his brothers) so to him you're practically a baby tooka

• but still he takes your feelings seriously

• cadet wrecker was definitely body shamed by regs so he knows how it feels

• showers you with affection 24/7 so it's hard to feel insecure around this guy

• will fight anyone who makes you feel bad >:(

• like hunter, he also offers to work out with you (not just cuz he loves showing off-)

• loves active games, like just dance or wii sports

• is up for any activity has long as you're involved tbh

#the bad batch #clone wars #bad batch #the bad batch x reader #bad batch x reader #tbb crosshair #tbb crosshair x reader #tbb echo #tbb echo x reader #tbb hunter x reader #tbb hunter #tbb tech x reader #tbb tech #tbb wrecker x reader #tbb wrecker #sergeant hunter x reader

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tinywitchgoblin · 2 months

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Being Brave

TBB!Echo x plus size!reader (gn) (platonic)

Warnings: reader & Echo have body insecurities, a bit of swearing, a teensy bit of angst but mostly fluff, smoking weed

Word count: 1.4k

a/n: I’ve been wanting to write about Echo for a hot minute, so here it is!

a/n 2: why is writing dialogue so difficult??? or is it just me?

It was a particularly beautiful day on Pabu, so the batch decided to go swimming. You had met Omega at the market one day, who’d invited you to eat a meal with her and her brothers that evening. From then on, when you weren’t doing your job as one of the teachers for Pabu’s small school, you could reliably be found with the batch. It took a little bit for them to warm up to you, especially Crosshair, but even he came around eventually. However, someone who’d always enjoyed having you around was Echo.

He was always warm and friendly to you, asking you about your day and how work was going. He was one of the kindest people you’d ever met, and you loved being around him. Even if it was just the two of you cleaning the house, the work always seemed easier and the time went faster when you were there.

Echo had stopped by your house earlier this morning, waking you up with a small knock on the door, asking if you wanted to join them for a day out. You didn’t have to work that day, so you agreed and told him you’d meet up with them later. However, as you stood in front of your dresser, you found yourself stuck. It just hit you that he said they were going swimming. As in, wearing swim-appropriate attire, sticking your body in the water, and swimming. Now, you knew how to swim; virtually everyone on the island knew. That wasn’t the issue. The issue was what to wear. You knew you were heavier than most people. It usually didn’t present itself as too much of an issue; you would just hide behind large, baggy clothing. However, that wasn’t really possible when going in the water would make your clothing stick to you like a second skin.

Frozen with anxiety and insecurity, your mind raced. What should I wear? Should I put on clothing overtop of my swim stuff and take it off, or just wrap a towel around me? No, I need more coverage. Plus, I don’t want anyone making fun of me. Getting overwhelmed, you considered calling Echo and letting him know something had come up last minute, or that you weren’t feeling well. But before you could flesh the idea out well enough, your comm trilled.

“Hey, is everything okay?” you heard Echo ask. Lifting the comm to your mouth, you quickly responded, “Yeah, umm… Yeah, I’ll be right out! Just… give me a minute.”

“Are you okay? You don’t sound well,” he questioned. “You know, as much as we’d love to spend time with you, please don’t feel like you’re being forced to go. If you’re not up to it, that’s completely fine.”

You thought for a moment, almost hearing disappointment in his voice, and came up with a solution. “I’ll be down in a few, okay? I just need to grab some food.

“Already got some. I made sure to pack the good stuff, too,” he assured. Damn, he was good. “See you soon.”

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As you worked your way down to the beach, you saw Omega and Wrecker splashing around in the water, with Hunter, Tech, and Crosshair swimming and chatting peacefully a short distance away. Echo, however, was busy unpacking the food. He turned his head and saw you, beckoning you over. You sat down next to him, eyeing up what he’d packed.

“Hey, you made it! I was starting to worry about you,” he joked.

“Yeah, I made it,” you said, a bit preoccupied.

“Well, you gonna head in? It feels especially nice today,” he said, gesturing towards the crystal clear water in front of you.

“Actually, I’m not really feeling up to swimming today,” you admitted.

“Why not? If you don’t mind my asking, that is,” Echo added. You sat there for a moment, pulling your shirt away from your body before dropping your hand to play with the blanket underneath you. Sensing your hesitation, he placed his hand on top of yours, seeming to understand your reservations.

“I get it. Let’s just say… there’s a reason I’m not in there with everyone else, and it’s not just because the salt in the water sometimes interferes with my prosthetics,” he said quietly. If anyone would understand being insecure with their own body, it made sense to you that Echo would be on that list. Feeling embarrassed and slightly guilty, you apologized, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to bring up bad memories. I’ll be fine, trust me.”

“No, don’t do that. Not with me,” Echo asserted, squeezing your hand lightly. “You don’t have to push everything down and pretend like you’re feeling great just because you don’t want to be a burden to someone else. You’re not a burden, your feelings matter, and don’t let anyone tell you otherwise, especially when it comes to your body.” He paused for a bit before continuing, “and if anyone gives you a hard time, let me know. Let’s just say I throw a hell of a left hook, if you know what I mean,” he winked.

You took a deep breath before squeezing his hand back. “Thanks Echo, I really needed to hear that.” It didn’t make your insecurities go away completely, and he knew that as much as you did. “I want to love myself, but it’s really difficult. It just seems like such a big thing to do, especially when it’s something I’ve struggled with for so long.”

“Well, yeah, it’s difficult. But most things in life worth doing are difficult. Sometimes all it takes is one moment of being brave. Doing something that may seem small and insignificant, but if it’s something that helps you love yourself, then it’s worth doing,” he offered. You chewed on that for a moment before he called everyone else over to eat.

Once everyone was done eating and ready to go back into the water, Wrecker grabbed a boulder and placed it in a shallow part of the water so you and Echo could sit on it and be able to hang out with everyone else. The rest of the day went smoothly, and you had lots of fun, but you couldn’t get what Echo said out of your head. Sometimes all it takes is one moment of being brave… if it’s something that helps you love yourself, then it’s worth doing. You wondered what that one moment would look like for you.

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Later that night, after you’d gone back home and eaten dinner, you sat there, once again stewing on Echo’s advice. Then it hit you: maybe you weren’t ready to go swimming with other people, but what’s to stop you from going swimming on your own? It wasn’t much, but it would be a step in the right direction.

You went over to your dresser once again, but this time, you were confident. More at peace. You grabbed your swim stuff, put it on, then threw on some clothing over it so that you wouldn’t stick out- not that there were too many people out and about this late, but still. You grabbed a towel as well, and a small snack and a water bottle, threw it into a bag, and set off.

As you were headed down to the small beach you’d been to earlier, you passed by the batch’s house where Echo and Hunter were sharing a joint. “What’re you up to so late?” Echo asked.

“Isn’t it past your bedtime?” you joked, knowing that Echo typically got up in the morning (and went to bed at night) pretty early. Hunter laughed, and Echo chuckled a bit, too, before repeating his question.

You stood there for a moment before responding, “I’m being brave.”

He gave you a knowing smile, before you headed off towards your destination. Once you got to the water, you set your stuff on the beach, shucking off your clothing and wading into the shallows. Once you got a bit deeper, you dunked your head under the water, bringing it up and wiping the water out of your eyes. You laughed, feeling proud of yourself. It hadn’t been easy, getting to this point, but with Echo’s support, you did it. Speaking of Echo, as you looked back towards the island, you could see him watching you from the cliff above the beach. You waved, and he waved back before setting off and giving you some privacy. You were beyond grateful for his support, and vowed to support him when he needed it as well.

#the bad bois #the bad batch #clone trooper echo #the bad batch echo #echo bad batch #echo #echo the bad batch #echo x you #echo x reader

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clone-anon-after-dark · 1 year

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My Masterlist

I will do my best to keep this updated. I did not create one of these for my other blog and by the time someone mentioned it, I was too far in. Also, with longer fics posted less frequently, it seems like I might be more successful keeping a masterlist here.

Headcanons

Clones with an Asexual Partner

Boba

Stay Tonight (Daimyo Boba x Plus Size Fem Reader)

Cody

Just Cody (sub!Cody x GN!reader)

Special Day (slight dom!Cody x GN!reader)

Crosshair

Secure (Crosshair x F!reader version)

Secure (Crosshair x M!reader version)

Reconnecting (Crosshair x Trans Male Reader)

Topping (Crosshair x M!reader)

Darman Skirata

Being Known (Darman Skirata x F!Reader)

Watch (Darman Skirata x F!Reader)

Echo

Coming Home (TBB Echo x F!Reader)

Turning a Corner (TBB Echo x Fem Separatist Reader)

Fives

Campfire (Fives x GN Asexual Jedi Reader)

Thrill (Fives x F!Reader)

Fox

Handsome Man (Fox x Trans Male Reader)

Best Place to Sleep (Fox x GN Asexual Aromantic Reader)

Gregor

Memory Foam (Gregor x GN!reader)

So Good (dom!Gregor x F!Reader)

So Good (dom!Gregor x M!Reader)

Make a Mess (sub!Gregor x F!Reader)

Make a Mess (sub!Gregor x M!Reader)

Hardcase

Lunch (Hardcase x F!reader)

Hunter

Don’t Have To (Hunter x F!Reader)

Jesse

Brunch (Demisexual Jesse x GN Asexual Reader)

Kix

Undemanding (Kix x GN!Reader)

Mayday

Time Away (Mayday x F!reader version)

Time Away (Mayday x M!reader version)

Rex

A Little Closer (Rex x GN Aromantic Asexual Reader)

Starting a Family (Rex x Fem AFAB S/O Reader)

Sinker

Coming Home (Sinker x F!reader version)

Coming Home (Sinker x M!reader version)

Tech

Don’t Leave (Tech x F!reader version)

Don’t Leave (Tech x M!reader version)

Trying (Tech x F!Reader)

Tup

Loose Curls (Tup x F!Reader version)

Loose Curls (Tup x M!Reader version)

Wolffe

Just As You Are (Wolffe x GN!AroAce!Reader)

I’m Sorry (Wolffe x F!Reader version)

I’m Sorry (Wolffe x M!Reader version)

Wrecker

Slowly (Wrecker x M!Reader version)

Slowly (Wrecker x F!Reader version)

#my masterlist #tcw fanfiction #tbb fanfiction #star wars fanfiction #smut #reader insert #clone thirsting

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annwayne · 2 years

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Demons and Witches

Kinktober Prompt: Demon + Alley

Modern!AU Star Wars

Crosshair x PlusSize!Fem!Reader

Word Count: 4512

AO3 Link

AU Summary:

Modern world. Tbb family lives in a NYC apartment across from Reader. Reader is close with the whole family.

Fic Summary:

It’s Halloween night and you’re throwing a party that consists of you and your neighbors. Hunter asks if you could find his younger brother, Crosshair, for him. You find the sullen brother taking a break in the alley of your apartment building. Will mutual feelings come up now that you two are alone?

Warnings:

EXPLICIT 18+ ONLY. Fingering (F receiving), oral (F receiving), light over stimulation?, penetration, pet names, some awkwardness ha.

Authors Note:

Reader is plus size but this is not a fic that focuses on that. But if you pick up plus sized vibes you are right, I wrote this keeping a bigger reader in mind. If you don’t it doesn’t change the fic much. This is cute, not kink heavy, and more emotional focused than smut focused lol. But I love Crosshair’s soft side and he absolutely has feelings for reader that prompt his soft side.. sometimes. x’D Leave a like and reblog if you like it!

Thudding music muffled as the door behind you clicked closed. Your boots thudded against gray concrete, occasionally splashing into shallow puddles. You take a deep breath of somewhat-fresh city air, noting the odd mixture of petrichor and petrol gas. Even with the limited light illuminating the alleyway you’re able to make out a tall figure leaning against the brick of your building a few feet down. As you walked closer the silhouette of a toothpick flicked between the man’s lips.

“Hey, Cross,” you called out to him.

He didn’t respond.

“Big bro’s looking for you.”

His head turned, though you couldn’t make out an expression since a shadow covered all but one edge of his face. Experience, however, told you his brows were knitted together. In a few strides you closed the distance, resting against the brick beside him. Crosshair watched you- you could tell because the toothpick disappeared when his head was towards you. Then, after a moment, that toothpick returned.

“That’s a lame costume.” Sometimes quiet with Crosshair was easy. This was not one of those times. One hand fidgeted with the other’s sleeve cuff. Another glance, you raised an eyebrow at the simple black suit he wore. “What are you supposed to be, a Wall Street guy?”

A snake of a smile turned up his lips.

“Close, demon.” His words came out like the deep rumble of a sports car. It was annoying how easily his voice stirred the butterflies hiding in your chest. At least you had the cover of darkness to hide any color changes.

“Shouldn’t a demon have horns?” you teased, bumping against his side with a flashy grin. Which earned you a smirk and eye roll- a rather neat way to explain your relationship with the grumpy brother who lived in 206.

“Alright critic, what about your costume? Isn’t it a little predictable?” He turned again, now leaning his side against the brick to face you fully. You mirrored him. “I mean, a witch? You and half of Queens are rocking that gothic look tonight.”

At first your face twisted into annoyance. Your lips tugged down a bit like an upside smirk. But then you caught his bluff.

“Rocking? Well thank you, Cross. I can’t say I’m surprised to find out you’re looking for a big tiddy goth girlfriend.”

His jaw clenched, something you only saw because of that sliver of light outlining one side of him. Crosshair had a habit of dealing damage when he was made of glass. Or maybe that was just with you. He was quiet for a moment. His steely eyes locked onto yours. Until they weren’t. Amber eyes flicked down to your muddied boots and then took their damn time climbing up your body, noticeably stopping at your chest, before coming to rest again in your gaze. A shitty grin plastered on the so-called “demon’s” face.

“Too bad this is a costume.” His words dragged like a dead body. “You fit the bill every other way.”

If you weren’t feeling heat in your cheeks before, you were sure as hell hot now. He had this way of getting under your skin without technically insulting you. Usually the opposite, actually. Usually this was when you pushed him away and told him to fuck off. Usually this was when you ran away to calm the rapid beats of your heart. Usually.

“Yeah?” you asked. He was still close. This was a bad idea.

His head tilted a little. A hint telling on his surprise. Then long fingers reached up and pulled that toothpick from his lips. You could hear the small clink of it landing in the metal can by the corner of the building. That always impressed you, no matter how often you watched his parlor trick.

“Something on your mind, little witch?” He gestured to the costume, keeping to the spirit of the holiday.

You grinned at his game, happy to play along. It was easier than being clear.

“I’ve been thinking about making a deal, but I’ve heard terrible things about demons and their deals.” But this closeness was pushing your limit, so you kicked off the wall and paced the alley in circles, tapping your chin as though in deep thought. As if you could think deeply right now.

A crooked smile cracked Cross, and he circled with you, the pair of you doing figure eights in the thin alleyway. Like predators sizing the other up.

“Caution is an admirable trait.” He matched your pace perfectly.

Damn, you didn’t think he’d respond with that. Two pairs of footsteps echoed down the alley. They echoed for a minute, but he didn’t interrupt their taps.

Finally, you responded.

“But easily restrictive…” Your pace slowed as more focus went to diction. “Perhaps caution has held me back for too long...”

“Then what do you want from me, doll?” There was a small growl to his voice. Something he wanted. Anticipated.

Your circles stopped, both of you facing the other, standing in the middle of this damn alleyway you usually hated, but tonight, tonight you thanked it.

“Maybe.” Too many words wanted to rush out. You had to be careful. “Maybe a trial run. A witch’s gotta make sure the goods are worth it, after all.”

Crosshair closed the gap between you in two long steps. And kept walking. He forced you to back up against the bricks of the building and closed his arms around you, successfully capturing you in his trap. He leaned into your ear, hot breath sending tingles down your neck, and in a low voice asked, “Does this trial run include me worshiping your body, little witch?”

“In a bed, yes. You are not fucking me in an alley.”

His head fell, landing in the crook of your neck, and he laughed. After a second Crosshair hooked one arm around your waist, then leaned down to hook your legs. And then you were in the air, the skinny man carrying you up the emergency stairs to the large loft he shared with his family.

“Good thing everyone’s at your place.” Then he carefully lowered you into the open window, letting you into a room you had been in many times before.

“What if Tech comes up?” You glance at the other bed in the room, suddenly feeling a rush of all those doubts that made you wait this long.

After Crosshair pulled his long body through the open window into the bedroom he shared with his twin, he walked to the door and turned a small knob on the center of the door handle.

“It’s got a lock.” He gave you an entertained smirk in response to your hint of shyness.

With only a tiny falter, you nodded your head in approval. Though you were no stranger to the fact that Tech regularly forgot his keys and, as a result, was now an adept lock pick. Your thoughts had distracted you from the man moving towards you until he slipped one of his hands into one of yours.

“So, little witch,” He led you towards his bed while speaking. “What do you want from this trial run?” Once he reached the bed he sat while keeping hold of your hand.

Comfort pushed you forward, in between his open legs, and you cupped his cheek with your free hand. Even if your nerves were running too fast you knew this room and felt safe. In response he slid his hand along your leg, pulling up the fabric of your long skirt, only stopping at your mid-thigh, giving the soft limb a squeeze.

“How about we see where this leads us?” You asked, leaning down, heart pumping harder with each inch, till your lips met his. At some point, you- or he- had released the other’s hand. Now yours was running through his short gray hair. His rested at your waist, feeling your soft skin under your shirt.

With one hand he pulled you down, moving back himself so you were on the bed on top of him. You propped yourself up with one elbow, resting the other hand under his head. Four legs twisted and intertwined. Moans muffled into his skin as you kissed him. Passion cooled by hesitation kept your lips slow and gentle. He matched your pace, never speeding up before you.

You pulled up, out of reach, and locked eyes with the man- the demon- below you.

“Um, how’s that?” As the words came out you winced. “That I mean- no wait never mind.”

You stumbled to brush aside your embarrassment. Below you, Crosshair chuckled, reaching up to brush your check with a thumb.

“Doll, if I wasn’t enjoying myself you wouldn’t still be on top of me.” Heat warmed your cheeks and you bit your lip, holding back any more words that might make you look like a fool. “And you? Are you enjoying yourself?”

Those dark eyes melted you. Passion and care that he always kept so guarded was on full display beneath you.

A laugh escaped you at his question.

“Oh, you have no idea…”

He, just barely, narrowed those auburn eyes at you. A hint of a smirk pulled one corner of his lips up.

“Would you like me to find out?” He propped himself up so he was basically sitting up, looking into your eyes with a confidence that clenched your thighs together.

“Yes. Very much. Yes.” The words came out breathy.

His grin was the last thing you saw before he flipped you onto your back, your head at the foot of the bed now. He scattered kisses along your jaw, crawling down your neck, and then nipped at your exposed collarbone. You leaned up, knowing what he was after, and he pulled your shirt off with some finesse.

“What a good witch. I didn’t even say anything.” His praise nibbled as your ear lobe which caused you to pout and squirm.

“It’s not like that! I just, it’d be difficult otherwise.” You pouted, but the look in his eyes sent a feeling straight to your pussy that betrayed that pout.

“Mhm.” Crosshair grinned, traveling down your body again, nibbling at the line where your bra outlined your breasts. He cupped them in his hands, feeling your hard nipples through the soft fabric. Those thumbs rubbed across your mounds once. A squeak filled the room. It came from you.

He froze.

“Did I hurt-?”

“No, no, I’m just-” You cut him off before cutting yourself off. “Could you be extra gentle with them?”

A hesitant smile broke onto your face.

“It’s just, they’re a lot more sensitive-”

“You don’t need to explain, doll.” Now he cut you off, saving you from the worry-ramble you were about to go on. “Is licking your nipples off the table?”

The shot of arousal that sprinted down your spine was.. not fair.

“N-Nope.” Your jaw trembled as you tried to recover from whatever it was his words did to you exactly.

He didn’t give you that time, as he immediately lapped slowly at your clothed nipple. Intense pleasure flooded your mind, but at a rate you could handle. For now. You caught Crosshair’s eyes and realized he was watching you. Despite your best efforts, you were unable to stay still under him.

Carefully, Crosshair lifted your torso up and pulled the bra trapping your peaked mounds free. He gave your sternum a soft kiss before traveling further down to your legs. His hands traveled up and down the soft stockings covering your legs before landing on the waistband beneath your skirt.

“May I?” Long fingers teased the band.

You nodded a yes in response, lifting your hips just enough to let him peel the fabric off you. The stockings landed beside your discarded shirt and bra.

“I love how soft your skin is.” The words were interrupted by kisses climbing your legs. “And you smell amazing.”

A hint of a growl escaped his lips. He took his time, exploring every inch of your thick bare legs until he reached the last barrier to his goal. Technically you were still wearing a skirt, but skirts were pushed away much easier than undergarments.

Soft moans responded to his delicate touches. Those rough hands traveled your body. Gently squeezed your breasts. Traced stretch marks, scars, and dotted every beauty mark visible. You wanted to say something. Something about how surprised you were with his gentle touch. Maybe how different it was from his normal attitude of self-sufficiency. You expected something like a rough race based on his muted reactions to pain in the past. So you asked.

“Are you always this... soft?”

He pulled himself up till his lips were against your ear.

“No.”

The word filled your mind. Why then? Because of the trial run thing? Or only because this was your first time with him? Then your thoughts were swept away by his next sentence.

”Do you want me to be more rough?”

Your mouth parted like you were going to say something, but then you tucked your bottom lip between your teeth. There were plenty of times when you had enjoyed a hard fuck with previous partners. No doubt that rough sex from Crosshair would be fantastic. But you’d never encountered the question before. Usually sex was whatever it started out as or grew into. Previous partners never asked mid-fuck if you wanted to change the pace.

“No, at least, not yet.”

That earned a grin from the lean man.

“Well, doll, anything else, or can I eat you out now?” The sounds you made mean yes, and luckily Crosshair took them as yes because you didn’t think any real words could come from you right then.

A tongue pushing between your lips is how you found out that your underwear had been removed. Moans and wet lapping sounds filled the bedroom. Your head hung back as he tasted you. And fuck, he thoroughly tasted you. Spasms of pleasure sent your body twitching, enough that Crosshair held onto your legs tightly to keep you in place. You threw your hands into his hair, the bed sheets, and onto your mouth.

“Fuck, fuck, that’s!” Muffled moans pressed into your hands as you did your best to keep from being too loud. What was too loud anyways?

All your moaning and swears encouraged Crosshair and his tongue. He pushed into you with a finger- letting one leg free to do so. That finger pumped and curled into you with dedication only a religion could demand. Between the attention his tongue was giving your clit and the fingers moving inside you, that familiar high of pleasure started to build up in you. Your moans turned silent because only air could escape when you felt this good. That climb reached its peak, causing you to unintentionally trap Cross between your legs as you rode out your orgasm.

When you finally let up, which took a minute because someone kept teasing your clit through your orgasm, the newly released man sat up to reveal a slick glisten covering his mouth.

“Well,” He growled while wiping the excess from his jaw. “Looks like you’re thoroughly enjoying yourself.”

You shook as he clawed his way back up to your lips, the strong sent of your sex lingering on him.

Something prodded against your upper thigh.

“Feels like you are too.” Then you reached down, finding Crosshair’s sex straining against his black slacks.

He groaned into your ear and his hands squeezed the sheets as he tensed for your touch. You couldn’t tell if that was solely pleasure or also attempts to control himself.

“Seems I don’t need these anymore.” Then he was up, performing some balancing act to strip off his pants and boxers while staying on the bed.

And there he was. Sitting up between his legs, cock sliding against the folds of your pussy, barely visible till you threw your skirt fully to the side, making it hug one plump hip tightly. A small bead of precum leaked from the tip of the head. You just came, and even still, you wanted that cock.

“Crosshair.”

“Do you want me, little witch?”

Goddamnit. His voice sent tremors right to your clit.

“Yes.” You growled, pushing yourself up so you were closer to his face.

He grinned, reached down, and slowly prodded the tip of his head against your wet cunt. Little by little, he moved his hips forward while your pussy pulled him in like it was hungry for cock. Maybe that was the case. You moaned as his full length filled you. The pleasure was so subtle compared to being eaten out, but you loved it the same.

“Mmmm…” He groaned. “You feel amazing.”

Crosshair gently pushed you back against the bed and laid on top of you. Without thinking you wrapped your legs around him. The nerves that had been with you before Cross ate you out had dissolved in the pleasure. Everything felt natural, comfortable, and that just made his dick feel even better inside of you.

Concern for volume was now gone. Moans escaped your throat at full volume as you thrust in time with Crosshair. He nibbled at your neck, leaving love bites behind everywhere he kissed. You pulled him up and mashed your lips against his, a hint of your flavor still on his tongue as he explored your open mouth. Then you gasped as a long finger swiped across your clit.

The pleasure threw your head back (again), so Crosshair sat up and lifted your legs with him while circling your slick pearl. His thrusts slowed to languid strokes.

“Crosssss.” You whined, wanting- no, needing more stimulus. “Don’t tease, please!”

For emphasis you wiggled your hips faster. His dark chuckle let you know just how much he enjoyed watching you squirm. Eventually your begging satisfied him, and his speed increased. But he didn’t let your legs down nor let up on your clit. Instead he pounded into you with a smile worthy of a demon, watching you come undone under his thumb- literally.

Your hips met his every thrust in time- or at least it felt that way, you were becoming a mess faster than anticipated and keeping track of your movements was impossible. Moans filled the room and that familiar rise quickly overcame your senses. Pleasure ripped through your limbs, forcing them to drop, and you became a twitchy disaster coming on Crosshair’s cock.

Deep groans joined yours, and you opened your eyes long enough to see an intense gaze fixed on you as Crosshair felt your walls pulse around him.

“Dammmn,” He moaned, finally throwing his head back from the pleasure. “You’ll make me cum at that rate.”

The growl made your pussy clench down, earning another groan from the man.

Giggles escaped you as you started to recover.

“I feel that good?” You teased, throwing him a sly grin.

Crosshair dropped your legs and rested on you, one hand holding your hip and the other in your hair.

“Better than good, doll.” He slowed, barely moving his hips to give you time to recover from your orgasm. “Would you like to change positions?”

A smile you felt silly in covered your face.

“Yeah, actually. Um, I’d like to be on my stomach?” Even though every part of you felt hot, warmth rushed to your cheeks as you asked the question. The soft chuckle that came from Crosshair made your chest squeeze.

“Of course.” Crosshair pulled out slowly and moved off the thin bed to give you room to flip over. The weight of his body slowly rested on you before his voice tickled your ear. “Good?”

“Mhm.” You lifted your hips in anticipation, the fabric of your skirt strewn to the side once again, and Crosshair slowly slid into you. Low moans left both of you as he filled you with his cock. “Ooo, yes.. If you want to be a little rougher I’d like that.”

He growled.

“That’s a dangerous request. You’re testing my ability to hold back, you know that? Wouldn’t want it to end early.” As he spoke he repeated those slow long strokes from before.

“You’re struggling? Never thought you’d admit it.” You teased, pushing back against his dick at the just the right moment, making him hit deeper inside you than before.

Guttural growls filled his words.

“Never said that.” He matched your pace, pushing harder into you at that deeper angle. “I’ve already made you come twice. You don’t have much self control from what I’ve seen.”

God you could picture that damn smirk on his face.

You craned your neck back just to shoot him a glare. His laugh cracked that glare.

“And here I thought you’d stop being mean to me.”

“Never.” His smile was audible.

And then he picked up his pace. And your hips. He held you tightly while resting on your back. Hot breath blowing on your ear with each grunt. You pushed back, feeling him hit that spot that felt so good and wanting more. His grunts grew into moans that turned into growls. One hand let go of your hips and slid between your legs. Two long fingers gathered slick from you and then started circling your clit quickly. Again, the pleasure built fast.

“Fuck fuck, Cross that’s-” You moaned into a long grunt.

“Are you close?” From his panting you could tell he was too.

You could only make vague “Uhhuuu,” sounds, which he easily understood.

“Then come with me, my little witch.”

Those fingers worked your clit faster. They slid over that pearl easily, sending sparks of pleasure through your body. His cock twitched inside you as it slammed into that spot you loved. His growls grew as your moans fell silent once again. All the stimulation pushed you over that edge, causing your pussy to clench down hard.

“Fucckkk.” Cross lowered his head into the crook of your neck as his orgasm overtook him. Spurts of semen filled you as his hips slowed until you had milked every last ounce of the white fluid from him. He all but collapsed onto you. Hot breath and moans tingled your neck.

“Yeah. Fuck.” You sighed, then moaned as an aftershock caused you to clench.

“Oohh, that’s.” A mixture of a growl and laugh left his lips. “I’ll get you back for that.”

Then he slowly pulled out, both of you moaning from the sensitive movement.

“What?? It’s involuntary…” You grinned, feeling his eyes devour you.

He answered with a grunt, then carefully walked to his desk for some tissues to clean you up.

“Sorry, the bathroom isn’t attached.” Once he was satisfied with the clean up job he gave you he hurriedly wiped himself off before throwing on his slacks. “You might have to dash into the bathroom.”

“Mmm… can’t I just lie here in post-sex bliss?” You flipped over, noticing your skirt had not survived the encounter.

“You want a UTI?” You groaned in response. Crosshair ignored that groan, instead he handed you a pair of basketball shorts and one of his pj tees. “I’ll throw that in the wash for you.” Quickly you slid the skirt off, letting him add it to the small pile of laundry.

“Most guys fall asleep immediately after.” You said while sliding into his clothes. The basketball shorts were tight around your thighs, like most men’s shorts were after you went through puberty, but they were sufficient for the night.

“Thought you already knew I wasn’t like most guys.”

“I do. Just...” You smirked as he poked his head out of the cracked door and stepped out slowly, looking both ways for signs of life. “Guess my expectations are too low.”

The look he gave you told you he agreed.

“Come on.” He waved you over, holding the bathroom door open for you. You snuck in, and quickly took care of your business.

However, while washing your hands you heard the front door open and multiple voices fill the apartment. The closest one, Crosshair’s twin, already at the bathroom door. You quickly shut the water off and stood still.

“Crosshair, who is in the bathroom?”

“No one.”

“The water was on and now it’s shut off, clearly someone is in there.”

Their conversation caught the attention of the others, all of them crowding around Crosshair asking where he had been and if he knew where you were. While you didn’t doubt his ability to keep you a secret, Omega’s sad voice saying she didn’t even get to say goodnight to you pushed you to open the door.

“Heey, sorry I disappeared, Omega. I...” You had a great cover. “Tripped, and got mud all over me. I asked if Crosshair could let me use one of the showers in your apartment since you were all in my apartment.”

You exchanged a hesitant glance with Cross.

The suspicious look on Omega’s face had your heart in a vice grip, until she proclaimed, “But why ask Crosshair? Unless-” She gasped. “I knew it! I knew you liked him!”

Hunter’s face shot to alarm and he picked the young girl up.

“Alright little lady, it's way past your bedtime. Say night.”

“Good night!! See you after school tomorrow!”

You waved, wondering how much candy she had eaten today. Hunter and her disappeared behind a door you knew led to Omega’s room. Echo and Wrecker waved to you. Tech had his arms crossed and wasn’t moving, until his uncle Echo grabbed him by the collar and dragged him into the living room.

Crosshair walked you back into his room.

“I would have kept them out, you know.”

“I know.” A heavy sigh followed your words. “But I felt so bad hearing Omega so sad. And it was going to happen eventually, right?” Those dark eyes fell and you knew that meant he agreed. “So, everything’s okay?”

“Okay?” Crosshair lifted his eyes and you caught a glimpse of hope shining in his eyes before he blinked.

“I think..” He walked to you, lifting his hand to cup your cheek as you debated how you wanted to say what you wanted to say. “I want this,” You gestured to him then yourself. “To be more than a trial run, if you’re okay with that.” Your hands fidgeted between your bodies as you waited for his answer.

His hand dropped and your heart went with it. But then that hand caught your nervous hands and pulled them up to his lips. “I’m more than okay with that, doll.” Then he gently kissed your knuckles before lifting you up to carry you over to the bed. “Stay the night?”

“How about my place?” You flicked your head to the bedroom door, where Tech was standing with a mildly annoyed expression.

“Yes, I vote for your place as well.” He took your notice as permission to enter his bedroom,

You laughed, giving the man an apologetic look before Crosshair could pull you out of the apartment into yours across the hall.

“Now, how about a real shower?”

Dividers by Djarrex

#crosshair x reader #tbb smut #tbb fanfiction #star wars smut #star wars fanfiction #crosshair x fem reader #kinktober #fluffy smut #spicy fic #crosshair tbb #the bad batch #star wars the bad batch #one shot #tbb one shot #kinktober fic

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clone-anon · 11 months

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Take Care of You (Tech x Plus Size Fem Reader)

I don’t normally title these, but for some reason decided to on this one. Also, it got a tad long, so

Word Count: 752

CW: discussion of eating disorder / disordered eating and recovery

I got a request for Tech with a reader who has a history of disordered eating (I’m not going to get into the specific definitions of that versus diagnosable eating disorders). This could be read with the relationship being romantic or not. I am not including the long ask from anon because I wanted to include a content warning first. The reader is also plus size (although I use the term ‘fat’ in a descriptive, non-derogatory way) and there is some discussion about how that changes how people approach this topic versus if it were for a thin person. Reader uses self-depricating humor at one point.

Tech knew something was not quite right, although it took time for a pattern to emerge and for him to do some research to solidify his worries. You seemed to eat relatively little when you were with the group, but you were still eating. There was plenty of food, but you wouldn't get up to get something in the middle of the day when your stomach growled.

"It's okay," you would try to joke when anyone brought it up, touching your belly rolls, "I have plenty in reserve."

The boys always sent you a look, but didn't want to try to force anything on you. Until, that is, Tech started to notice how you were losing focus and other things seemed to be harder for you. He approached you carefully, taking your hands and telling you he had something important to talk to you about. You were about to make a joke. He could tell, and his mouth twitched in worry as you both sat down.

He took a breath and said, "Please know that I am saying this because I care and so does everyone on this squad. I have spoken to them and we are all concerned, but do not want you to feel ganged up on, so to speak."

You looked at him, clearly uncomfortable and pretty sure you knew where this was going.

He continued, "You joke about issues around food and eating, but cyare, we are concerned that you are not eating enough. I know you say you are a picky eater, but it is not that, is it?"

You looked down at your hands still in his and shook your head.

"It's just that I don't feel I've earned it," you quietly replied.

"You do not feel you have earned food?!"

You nodded. Tech let out a huge sigh and rubbed his thumb across your hand.

"You do not have to earn food. You must eat when and how much your body needs. Can you tell me why you feel this way?"

You started to let your secrets out slowly, but then once you got going, you let it all out. How you were always told your species should look a certain way or be labeled gluttonous, slow, and lazy, regardless of their true abilities and characteristics. How, if you were thin you would be diagnosed with an eating disorder, but since you were fat everyone always asked how your diet was going and you’d just accepted you needed to diet all the time, regardless of how hungry you got. You’d learned to ignore your body’s signals. You told him how that only added to how low you felt. And how you didn't want to let anyone down by being the size you were. How you were sometimes even shy about things like being touched because you felt so untouchable, so unlovable for being in the body you were in.

Tech shook his head and responded, "I am holding your hands right now and I promise there is nothing unlovable or untouchable about you. In fact, I want to give you a hug."

You started crying and reached for him. He held you and gave you an extra squeeze. He gently described the experience of hugging you while giving you all the time you needed.

"You feel soft and strong and wonderful and beautiful. You are someone I care about deeply and I am sorry others have not bothered to notice."

You pulled away and looked at him with the first real smile you'd had in ages. It was tentative and small, but there.

Tech took a breath and added, "You know what you are describing is disordered eating? You are hurting yourself, cyare."

You looked down again and nodded. You knew you were hurting yourself, but it had become a way of life at this point.

"I know it takes time to form new habits,” he said, “but we are here for you. You are worthy simply because you are a living being, and you deserve to eat what you need and want. You do not have to be some vision of whatever others want. Please do not be cruel to yourself."

You nodded.

"The things you tell yourself, if you would not say it to me or my siblings, then you should not say it to yourself."

He held your hands again and looked at you, making sure you were really absorbing his message. Change took time, but you would get there and Tech would be with you the whole way.

#tech x plus size reader #tbb tech x plus size fem reader #tbb tech x fem reader #tbb tech x f!reader #tbb tech x reader #tech anon #tbb tech fanfiction #tbb fanfiction #reader with disordered eating #cw: disordered eating #cw: eating disorder #cw: eating disorder recovery #cw: disordered eating recovery #cw: self harm #reader insert

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zoeykallus · 1 year

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Masterlist/Stuff I Wrote Part 4

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 5

Part 6

The Bad Batch

The Bad Batch x Fem!Reader HCs - Hard Working Girl

The Bad Batch x Fem!Reader HCs - Riding Home

The Bad Batch x GN! Reader (ambulatory wheelchair user) HCs - The Wheelchair Surprise

The Bad Batch / Rex / Cody x Fem!Reader HCs- Under My Skin

The Bad Batch x GNJedi! Reader HCs - A New Flavor

The Bad Batch x Fem!Reader – Spicy Workout

The Bad Batch/Rex/Fives x Reader HCs - Moving In

The Bad Batch x Reader HCs - Everyone Needs Someone Who Cares

The Bad Batch / Cody x Fem!Reader HCs - Leaving Sweet Marks

The Bad Batch x Reader - Dealing With Condescension

The Bad Batch x Reader HCs - The Stray

The Bad Batch x Reader HCs - Spicy Food

The Bad Batch x Fem!Reader HCs - The Worth Of A Clone

The Bad Batch/Rex x Reader HCs - No Alcohol For Me

The Bad Batch x Reader HCs - The Eternal Smile

The Bad Batch x Fem!Reader HCs - Relaxing You

The Bad Batch x Tall Plus Size ReaderHCs - Love Yourself

The Bad Batch HCs - Force-Sensitive Offspring

The Bad Batch x Reader HCs - Passing Out

The Bad Batch x Reader HCs - A Storm Is Coming

The Bad Batch/Rex/Fives x Fem!Reader HCs - The Obsessive Ex (The Creep)

The Bad Batch x Reader HCs - The Very First Steps

The Bad Batch x Reader HCs - Reactions To Body-Shaming

The Bad Batch/Rex/Fives/Howzer/Cody x Fem!Reader HCs - Hot New Year

The Bad Batch x Fem!Jedi!Reader HCs - Remember Who You Are

The Bad Batch x Fem!Reader HCs - The Threesome Proposal

The Bad Batch x Platonic Reader One-Shot - We Have Your Back

The Bad Batch x Very Tall Reader HCs - Someone To Look Up To

Tech x Fem!Reader One-shot - I Don't Like Your Name

The Bad Batch x F!Reader HCs - Familial Abuse

The Bad Batch (Tech) x F!Reader - The Birthday Misery

The Bad Batch/Rex x F!Reader HCs - Cyar'ika On Ice

The Bad Batch x Reader HC’s - Dealing With Nightmares

The Bad Batch x Reader - Cracking Your Shell (HC's)

The Bad Batch/Wolffe/Rex x F!Reader HCs - True Friends

The Bad Batch x Reader HCs - More Than A Fantasy

The Bad Batch x Reader HCs - A Tender Touch

The Bad Batch/Wolffe/Fives x Reader HCs - Love And Care

Rex x Fem!Jedi Reader - To See You Again

The Bad Batch/Rex Fluff HCs x GN Reader - Into Loving Arms

HUNTER

Hunter x Fem!Reader One-Shot - You Are In Violation Of Order 66...

The Imperial Bad Batch x Fem!Reader - Dangerous Seduction HC's Part 1 Of 5

Hunter x Fem!Reader One-Shot - I Don't Hate You

Hunter x Fem!Reader One-Shot - Seeing You With Different Eyes

Hunter x Reader One-shot - The Way You Look At Me

ECHO

TBB Echo x Fem!Reader One-Shot - Right Here With You

The Imperial Bad Batch x Fem!Reader - Dangerous Seduction HCs Part 2 Of 5 (Echo)

Echo x Short F!Reader One-Shot - Sharp Dressed Man

Echo x Reader One-Shot - Always

Echo x Reader One-shot - Man And Machine

TECH

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

WRECKER

The Imperial Bad Batch x Fem!Reader - Dangerous Seduction HC's Part 4 Of 5 (Wrecker)

CROSSHAIR

REX

Leaving Lipstick Marks On Rex

CLONES

Fives/Rex x Reader - Your Sweet Gentleman

Tup x F!Reader Oneshot - For The First Time

Kix/Rex/Fives/Tech x Reader - Who's The Hero?

Mayday x Reader Fluff One-shot

MAUL

Maul x Fem!Reader One-Shot - What Is Love

Other Star Wars Stuff

Mandalorian

Still Waters Run Deep (18+ slightly fluffy Smut Oneshot)

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

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clone-anon · 10 months

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Masterlist

This is sort of a masterlist. Sometimes I send someone a story and they decide to keep it to themselves (which is totally good and fine!), so I don’t have it posted. Here are the ones that are posted.

Assume these are gender neutral unless stated otherwise. I also tried to indicate the theme of each ficlet or something that happens and if they are platonic/could be read that way. If you notice any errors please let me know!

501st (multiple clones)

Rex x f!reader have the 501st over for dinner

Echo and Fives x platonic medic reader struggling with nightmares

Rex, Cody, Fives, and Echo x platonic transmasc reader helping with dysphoria

Rex, Cody, Fives, and Echo x platonic reader support when depression hits

The Bad Batch (multiiple clones)

TBB x reader who has had a terrible day and needs support

Hunter and Wrecker x plus size f!reader (platonic) go dress shopping

Hunter and Tech x platonic reader who is overwhelmed

Hunter and Tech x reader who struggles with self-depricating thoughts

Coruscant Guards (multiple clones)

Headcanon: Corrie Guards and their pets

x platonic padawan artist reader

Below, clones are listed in alphabetical order.

Boba

x reader snuggling (Daimyo Boba)

Boil

x reader making out on a loveseat

Cody

x m!reader reconnecting when Cody has leave

x reader and Cody starts a garden

x m!reader who is sick and mildly dramatic about it

x reader where Cody gives reassurance

x reader who is having a hard day

x reader being domestic

x reader go to a festival

x reader where Cody surprises you on your birthday

x reader where he surprises you with lunch

x reader the story of how you met

x reader making plans on a rainy day

Rex, Cody, Fives, and Echo x platonic transmasc reader helping with dysphoria

x reader hugs and reassurance

x reader napping together

x m!reader where Cody wants to get to know you

x reader go to a flower festival together

x reader who is having a fake battle with someone else over Cody or something I don’t know I just live here

x platonic reader leaving the Empire

x reader who makes a tough decision

x reader who’s had a long day and needs some comfort

x fem reader enjoying her birthday together

Rex, Cody, Fives, and Echo help reader when depression hits (platonic)

Crosshair

x m!reader first kiss in the rain

x platonic reader who can’t sleep (big brother figure Crosshair)

x f!reader on her birthday

x f!reader who is feeling insecure in her swimsuit

x platonic padawan reader

x reader getting caf

x reader with PTSD nightmares (can be read as platonic)

x reader dating and some feelings

x reader who doesn’t feel good and needs comfort

x f!reader where he surprises reader on her birthday

x reader who needs to cry by can’t get it out (can be read as platonic)

x reader where Crosshair apologizes

x reader where Crosshair missed you while gone

x reader confessing feelings to each other

x reader where he supports you when you have your nose to the grindstone

x f!reader who fights a guy who thinks he can steal Crosshair away

x reader comforting him

x reader who is under the weather

x reader being there for each other

x reader where he’s proud of you for trying

x reader and how he shows he cares

x reader expressing their love

x reader saying how much you mean to each other

x reader where he starts getting more comfortable being closer

x platonic reader and morning caf

x reader where he makes the smallest move

A Little Drabble After the Trauma of Season 2 Episode 14

x reader where he checks in on you

x platonic reader where he supports you when you let out jealous emotions

x reader what he sees when he looks at you

x reader (who is shorter than he is) where Crosshair struggles to express his feelings

x transmasc reader who is struggling with chest dysphoria (can be read as platonic)

x reader where he surprises you on your birthday

x padawan reader (platonic, obviously) steps on a landmine and he remembers Mayday

x s/o afab reader and period comfort

x reader when they’re nervous for a job interview

x reader (platonic) where he helps you work on your blaster aim

x m reader who uses sign language when overwhelmed or overstimulated (Part 2 here!)

Late Nights (Crosshair x gn Werewolf Reader) for Pineapple’s 2023 Halloween Party

x reader hanging out on a rainy day (platonic with big brother Crosshair vibes)

x ftm trans reader coming out to him (can be read as platonic)

x male reader who sometimes goes nonverbal and teaches him some more sign language

x f reader going to doctor’s appointments and cuddling after

x reader where reader gets swept away in the snow (part of the Clone x Reader Life Day Fic Exchange 2023)

x reader who would like some help getting out of work early when overwhelmed (follows the previous fics with a reader who goes nonverbal and uses sign language)

x transmasc boyfriend reader where Crosshair helps after reader’s top surgery

x former padawan reader (platonic) avoiding the Empire

Big Brother Crosshair x Pabu kid who needs time to be a kid (platonic, obviously)

x m!reader swimming on Pabu after the events of the finale

Cutup

x reader where he comes over to surprise you on your birthday!

Darman Skirata

x fem reader who wonders if she’s not good enough

Dogma

x reader and first kisses

x reader helping him relax (cameo from some others of the 501st)

x reader supporting a freed Dogma after Umbara

x reader where Dogma realizes how much he loves kissing

x reader and a lot of hugging

x reader gets flowers

x reader where Dogma admits he gets nervous butterflies before seeing reader

x reader who needs encouragement to finish work

x reader gets flowers (another one)

x reader and the things he loves about you

x reader go on a walk together

x reader go stargazing

x reader spend a day together and Dogma learns he can relax

x reader where he holds you while you work

x reader where he asks if he can kiss you

x f!reader where he finally approaches you

x reader waking up together

Echo

x reader who is having a hard day

x reader is surprised by Echo

x reader who is feeling a little down about their creative skills

x reader who wakes up to Echo making them breakfast

x reader who has anxiety / anxiety attack

x reader who needs comfort

Echo and Fives x platonic medic reader struggling with nightmares

x reader spend a day together

Rex, Cody, Fives, and Echo x platonic transmasc reader helping with dysphoria

x f!reader spend a day in the city together

x reader confession of feelings

x reader where he needs to take some of his cybernetics off and relax with you

x reader where he takes you on a date to Cloud City

x reader first I love you’s

x reader where they befriend a lot of birds

x reader on their birthday

x reader comfort while reader is finishing up work

x reader (platonic) and Tech x reader (romantic) cuddles after Tech’s return

Rex, Cody, Fives, and Echo help reader when depression hits (platonic)

Fives

x reader making out

x reader who is really sick

x f!reader and flowers

x m!reader on their first date

x platonic reader opening up to him about CSA trauma (no specific descriptions)

x f!reader who is insecure about their body

x reader who doesn’t feel well

x f!reader and helping her after a nightmare

x reader where reader is stressed and Fives comes over

x reader where Fives welcomes you home from a trip

x f!reader morning snuggles and affirmations

Echo and Fives x platonic medic reader struggling with nightmares

Rex, Cody, Fives, and Echo x platonic transmasc reader helping with dysphoria

x reader first date

x reader where Fives sings and hums

x reader having a nightmare and getting reassurance

x reader having a nightmare (another one, he’s good about helping)

x reader where he gets back early and surprises you

x reader who gets dizzy and can’t sleep in pitch black

x reader tells Fives they would die for him

x reader romantic feelings

x reader where Fives gets lost in thought

x reader who gets a root canal and needs TLC

x afab reader who is struggling with health issues (period problems and dental work)

x reader who needs comfort in hard times

x reader comfort after someone steals reader’s holiday gifts

x male boyfriend reader where he teaches you how to shoot a blaster to protect yourself while he’s deployed

Rex, Cody, Fives, and Echo help reader when depression hits (platonic)

x reader who is having a rough day (can be read as platonic)

Fox

x reader where Fox comes home late to reader and snuggles

x reader on a date night

x reader where he finds a way to ask them out

x reader on an easy-going date

x reader having bad vibes hit and needs a snuggle

x reader where he misses your birthday because of work but comes home to make it up to you

Gregor

x reader taking a nap together

husband!Gregor flirting with spouse!reader

x reader who doesn’t feel good

x reader spending a day together

x reader who he always visits when he’s on planet

husband!Gregor and wife!reader

x reader comforting Gregor

x reader finding comfort in each other with cuddles

x reader who uses a cane

x reader where he has a tough day with his TBI/PBA (can be read as platonic)

x reader dealing with chronic pain after work

Hardcase

x reader go to a fair

x reader where Hardcase finally comes home after being gone and off the radar for a long time

x reader where Hardcase is kind of all over the place

x reader where he asks you out to dinner

x reader have lunch at a park

x reader where he tries to cook for you

x reader where you watch fireworks together

x f!reader riding a speeder through Coruscant together

x f!reader learning about what you do at work

x m!reader helping ground him

x reader dancing together

x reader who just got a new tattoo

x reader going on a date and making out

x mtf reader who is worried about passing

Hevy

Finding a Way: Hevy x reader: a Hevy Lives AU written for the rare-clone-fic-exchange

Coming Home: Hevy x reader: a continuation of my Hevy Lives AU for Life Day

Hound

x reader with PTSD and who does not like fireworks

x reader first meeting plus massiffs! (can be read as platonic)

Howzer

x reader who just had surgery

x reader go to a butterfly garden

x reader and helping them have a good cry

x f!reader romantic moments

x reader where he comes home from a mission

x tall reader who is a little insecure about their height

x wife reader who needs a little break (mention of dad Howzer)

x wife reader who has some mental health struggles (mention of dad Howzer)

x fem reader seeing each other after a long time

Hunter

Hunter and Wrecker x plus size f!reader (platonic) go dress shopping

x m!reader and a first kiss

x single parent reader talking about having a child together

x reader with social anxiety (can be read as platonic)

x reader where he lets reader touch his hair

Hunter and Tech x platonic reader who is overwhelmed

x reader where Hunter is supportive during a big change

Hunter and Tech x reader who struggles with self-depricating thoughts

x reader where he reminds reader to take it easy sometimes

x f!reader who is worried she can’t get pregnant

x reader where he braids your hair (reader has long hair)

x reader confessing feelings for each other

x reader helping when they are panicking / worrying

x reader where he helps with your blood sugar issues

x reader who holds their cards close to their chest

x reader who is sick

x reader where he gives you a massage and cuddle

x reader with domestic fluff

x pregnant reader with discussion of taking care of a baby

x reader where Hunter has a headache and reader needs rest too

x reader who needs some closeness after disappointing news

x reader and domestic life together

x pregnant reader who is having a rough time being pregnant right now

x reader spending time together plus a quiet evening

x reader who is struggling with vision problems

x reader cuddles the night before reader has a medical procedure

Jesse

x reader and budding romance

x reader who goes unnoticed by others (can be read as platonic)

x m!reader where Jesse is flirty and sweet

x reader in need of comfort

x m!reader first meeting

Kix

x m!reader go kayaking

x reader where Kix cooks for reader

x reader who started new mental health medication and is dealing with side effects

x reader comforting Kix after a hard day

x m!reader have a domestic moment when you’re overworked

x reader where Kix supports you after an unnamed medical procedure

x m!reader where he brings flowers

x f!reader where he learns to brew tea

x reader have a picnic

x reader whose pet tooka just passed away

x reader going through burnout and Kix talks to them about the importance of valuing themselves

x platonic (little brother vibes) transmasc reader hanging out

Mayday

x artist reader

x reader who helps him find home on Pabu

x reader go swimming

x platonic reader who is homesick

x reader enjoying domestic life

Monnk

x reader having a date at the beach when reader is scared of deep water, but feels safe enough to go in with him

x reader having a date at the beach when reader is scared of the water and doesn’t go in

x m!reader shows Monnk his favorite spot to swim in the ocean

Rex

x reader having an ordinary yet romantic evening together

Rex x f!reader have the 501st over for dinner

x platonic reader hanging out and Rex talks about 501st shenanigans

x f!reader dyes her hair blue

x wheelchair user reader with chronic pain cuddling and reassurance

x reader reunited after Rex was gone for a long time

x reader on a date

x reader and a sweet kiss

x reader stargazing

x platonic reader catching up after a busy time

x reader where Cody and Wolffe spy on your date

x reader who has a chronic illness and fatigue

x reader spending quality time together

Rex, Cody, Fives, and Echo x platonic transmasc reader helping with dysphoria

x reader escaping a social situation

x reader doesn’t feel good enough

x reader where he supports you through a tough time (can be read as platonic)

x reader where he knows you’ll get those WIPs done

x afab reader dealing with a miscarriage

x reader share a moment in the moonlight

x m!reader a declaration of love

x m!reader on a romantic date

x reader where he makes you a flower crown

x reader makes him a flower crown

x reader who doesn’t feel well

x reader happy birthday surprise

x reader who has to have dental work done

x reader who is struggling with parents encouraging disordered eating (can be read as platonic)

x reader who is dealing with an eating disorder

x reader going on a cozy trip together

x reader where he comes over to ease some stress

Rex, Cody, Fives, and Echo help reader when depression hits (platonic)

x jedi reader comforting him after Umbara (can be read as platonic)

x reader comfort during a day of grief

Sinker

x reader who has a bad day and he helps

Tech

x reader with ADHD and depression who struggles to sleep

x reader who needs support

x afab reader on their period

x plus size fem reader with disordered eating

x reader who is sick / going through it

x reader snuggling with Tech and telling him about sharks

x platonic reader on the anniversary of an unnamed traumatic event for reader

x reader enjoying quiet time outside together

x m!reader showing affection

x reader after Tech comes home from a mission

x reader where Tech helps reader ward off an anxiety attack

Hunter and Tech x platonic reader who is overwhelmed

Hunter and Tech x reader who struggles with self-depricating thoughts

x reader who is sick (can be read as platonic)

x reader takes Tech to one of their favorite places (can be read as platonic)

x reader dealing with chronic pain (can be read as platonic)

x reader where Tech gets some civilian clothes

x reader where Tech takes you to see a meteor shower

x reader where Tech returns after being gone

x reader with quality time and sweetness (”talk bumpers” reference)

x reader cuddles (can be read as platonic)

x reader who needs encouragement (can be read as platonic)

x reader going to bed together

x reader have drinks and dance at 79′s

x reader starting the day with caf together

x reader going out to lunch

x reader where he makes modified goggles

x reader who is having a hard time

x reader dancing together after a long day

x platonic reader where Tech comforts you when you’re unconfident / overwhelmed

x reader where he gets something to represent his commitment to you

x m!reader where Tech tells you how he feels

x reader where reader opens up about their home world

x reader where he helps you fix your speeder bike

x reader is comforted after a nightmare

x reader going on a date to the aquarium

x reader telling him how you feel

A Little Something After the Season 2 Finale (Tech Lives)

x f!reader who has tokophobia

x reader who is overwhelmed

x f!reader who is pregnant where they find out it’s twins

x reader who has nightmares

x f!reader who has a miscarriage

x s/o reader who uses a wheelchair/hoverchair

x reader who needs comfort when feeling unwell

x reader looking at the night sky together (could be read as platonic)

x reader (romantic) and Echo x reader (platonic) cuddles after Tech’s return

x s/o reader who’s been in a funk and needs some comfort

x reader who struggles with passive suicidal ideation (could be read as platonic)

x reader who supports him after he finds out the Marauder blew up (written as platonic)

Tup

x reader painting their nails and Tup’s

x reader making cookies together (can be read as platonic)

x reader braids Tup’s hair (can be read as platonic)

x reader nervous first date

x reader who wants a mohawk

x reader where he makes breakfast

x S/O fem reader comfort and cuddles

Waxer

x fem reader who is self-conscious about having facial hair

Wolffe

x platonic padawan reader who learns a lesson and how much Wolffe cares

x afab reader who is on their period

x awkward m!reader asks Wolffe out on a date

x platonic padawan reader are stuck in the rain

x reader waking up to reader’s croaky voice after an illness

x reader where Wolffe takes you out

x reader where reader is shrunk slightly on a mission

x reader where reader helps Wolffe relax

x reader who is grieving (can be read as platonic)

x f!reader where he returns to you after losing his eye

x plus size reader who uses self-depricating humor (can be read as platonic)

x boyfriend reader who struggles with chronic pain as a result of childhood trauma

x s/o reader having a quiet evening together

Wrecker

x reader go to the beach

x reader who is having a bad day

Hunter and Wrecker x plus size f!reader (platonic) go dress shopping

x reader at a food truck festival (can be read as platonic)

x reader affirmations

x reader after reader gets a diagnosis that leaves them feeling self-conscious

x reader taking a lunch break together

x reader where Wrecker lights up your world

x reader bouncing on a giant trampoline together

x reader where he reminds you to eat and take care of yourself

x reader where he shows you it’s safe to let him in

x reader where he supports you when you’re over-extending yourself

x plus size f!reader first meeting

x reader crocheting together

x reader needing distraction and cuddles

x reader rocking in a hammock together

x reader more snuggles

x f!reader early romance

x reader go to an amusement park

x reader spending quality time together

x reader cuddling and falling asleep together

The Anon that Started It

Pulling Fives, Gregor, and Crosshair

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