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Pedro Pascal - Backstage with winners at SAG Awards 2024
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◈ Boba and Din AKA The Mando Bros: It’s a Mandalorian Thing xx
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I love echo so much. I also love chickens. Let’s combine the two!
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I had to make another version with his tats on display
sorry not sorry
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I know there's no like Canon confirmation on how old the Bad Batch are but I think the younger they are the funnier it is that Rex punched Crosshair in the face. Like.
Rex: *spends the entire show being level headed, dependable, and reliable.*
Crosshair: *opens his goddamn mouth*
Rex:

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Commander Cody Droid crushing THunder thighs!
more cody shenanigans here here
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A redraw of my favorite scene from The Outpost. As usual, I am blown away by every episode of The bad Batch. To see Crosshair not only be vulnerable but to turn a new leaf was captivating.
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Wrecker: This is my brother! Don't worry, he doesn't bite! :D
The brother in question:
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Shooting lessons
A/N: This short fic is for my friend @moonstrider9904 who has been having a bit of a rough time here in the fandom even though she is a very light and warm presence. She allowed me to borrow her OC Clair from her fanfiction Moonlight for this. You should all go check it out (and reblog it!). I would really appreciate it if you reblogged this, as that is the only way to support creators on tumblr.
Summary: Clair needs to know how to defend herself if she’s gonna stay with The Bad Batch, and Crosshair is more than willing to teach her.
Warnings: Sexual themes, guns, cursing, grinding, unprotected PiV sex (Clair has an implant and clones get tested regularly. Only safe sex is good sex, kids.), use of ‚good girl‘ but only like twice
Word Count: 2.5k
!This fic is not intended for anyone under the age of 18. If I see any minors interacting with my NSFW content, they will be blocked. You are responsible for your own media consumption!
„Are you sure we need to be this far away?“ Clair asked her boyfriend, Crosshair, as he was leading the way through the forest. The sun was already starting to set, which made it very hard for someone with regular eyesight to see through the thick flora and made Clai squint a bit.
„Sure I’m sure, Princess. I don’t have a hunting license for this planet yet, so we need to stay far away from any civilians.“, Crosshair calmly explains, turning to her with a barely-there but soft smile. „We’re almost there“
He led her into a small clearing that was surrounded by trees of various thicknesses, perfect for shooting practice. „Here we are.“
Clair looked around and took in the beauty of the nature around her- the soft sound of leaves rustling in the wind, the smell of the clean grass, the pretty flowers strewn about the forest ground. It was a nice change of pace from either being onboard the marauder or somewhere in the city all the time.
She knelt down to inspect some mushrooms that grew on a boulder at the edge of the clearing. They were a soft brown color and quite round, smelling really delicious even uncooked. Clair immediately had a dozen recipes for them in mind. „Berry Pie, look! I have never seen such beautiful mushrooms before, I bet I could make a delicious risotto with them!“, she said excitedly, reaching out to touch them.
Crosshair chuckled and kneeled down beside her, gently catching her wrist. He found her fascination for food and plants admirable and adorable, but they came here for a very specific reason. „Later, Dumpling.“, he spoke softly, taking her hand and kissing it.
Clair chuckled sheepishly and tucked a strand of her long, black hair behind her ear. „Heh, sorry. You know how I am sometimes.“.
With a chuckle, the sharpshooter helped her get back to her feet. „I do, and it is precious. But let's do shooting now and cooking later, hm?“. He started setting up his gun rack- he didn’t need it, but Clair certainly did.
„I’m not sure that I should start with something as big as a rifle…“, Clair said, shrugging off her jacket and placing it by his gear onto the ground to have more freedom of movement.
„Firepuncher is a great place to start, trust me. If you can control her, you can handle any gun. Besides- we both know how good you are with big things, hm?“, Crosshair winked at her, causing Clair to go weak in the knees and blush profusely. „You’re lucky no one else heard that…“, She grumbled.
Crosshair just chuckled to himself and stepped away with one hand still on the gun, inviting her to step in front of him. Clair obliged happily, caging herself between his awaiting arms. Immediately, she felt cozy and safe being so close to her lover.
„Okay. Have you ever shot a gun before?“, The sniper asked as he helped her position her body, lowering her shoulders with his hands. She shook her head. „That’s okay. I’m sure you’ll catch on quickly.“
He set the rifle to stun and stepped away slightly to observe her. „Why don’t you show me how you think you need to hold her?“, Came his suggestion as he stuck a toothpick between his lips.
A little unsure of herself, Clair nodded and got into stance, trying to imitate what she had seen him do countless of times. It couldn’t be that hard, right? She grabbed the gun, lowered her head to the scope and placed a finger on the trigger.
Crosshair snickered with his arms crossed. „Very adorable, but if you shot like that, you’d lose an eye and break several bones.“, He said with a little smirk, casually gnawing on his toothpick. Clair only scoffed and pouted in return, crossing her arms in the same way he always did when flaws were pointed out to him. „Well- I’ve never done this before! I thought you were gonna teach me!“, she protested, shooting him a glare.
Slowly, Crosshair flicked his toothpick from one corner of his lip to the other, then spat it on the ground and took a stand behind her, leaning in very close and sliding his arms down her shoulders to cover her own. „I am.“, He murmured in her ear, the low and rumble sound calming Clair‘s nerves while also sending a delightful shiver right down her spine. She could feel the warmth radiating off his chest and into her back, seeing as he was wearing a comfortable shirt and some jeans today.
Clair felt a foot being nudged between both of hers, and soon, Crosshair had gently kicked them apart so she was standing firmly and securely. „She’s got a lot of recoil. If you don’t have proper balance, she’s gonna knock you over.“, he explained in a murmur. His warm breath tickled her ear and his lips softly grazed the shell of it as he explained, and Clair was pretty sure he was doing that on purpose.
She tried to focus nevertheless and let him position her arms and finger correctly, doing her best to ignore how softly yet firmly his fingers were handling hers. „There. Now just close your eyes and take a deep breath with me. You’ve got this, Dumpling.“, He encouraged, his hands now sliding down to rest comfortably on her hips. But that simple touch was enough to make Clair take a shaky breath in and out, fighting the urge to squeeze her legs together.
„Mh-hmm…“, she murmured, opening her eyes again and desperately trying to hold the gun correctly despite her hands getting clammy.
Crosshair smirked, slowly starting to notice what this was doing to her. Perhaps he could make this training lesson much, much more interesting. He certainly couldn’t blame her for feeling the way she did. Due to everything being so busy and hectic, it’s been many rotations since him and Clair were able to nurture their sex life, and he found himself craving her closeness.
„Good job,“, Crosshair practically purred, his grip on her hips becoming more firm and purposeful, kneading the soft flesh over her dress ever so slightly. „now look through the scope, focus on your target, and shoot.“, He instructed, actually placing a kiss on her ear this time. Her scent and delicate frame against him were making him lose his focus too and he felt his lower regions stir.
„Cross-“, Clair gasped softly, a pleading look in her darkened eyes as she turned her head to look at him. It took everything in Crosshair not to scoop her up and take her against the nearest tree, but he certainly did not want to be the one to lose his resolve first.
„Focus, cyar‘ika. Take the shot.“, He instructed again, nodding towards the target.
With another whimper, Clair turned back to the scope and looked at the target. After taking another deep breath, she curled the two fingers that rested on the trigger and shot, completely missing the tree she was supposed to hit.
But she did not focus on that; the recoil was just as hard as he had warned her it would be and it had flung her back into his torso, causing him to let out a grunt as her ass made contact with his clothed, but half hardened cock.
„You didn’t focus, Dumpling. You missed.“, He said lowly, one of his hands creeping up her thigh and under the hem of her dress. „Again.“
„Crosshair please, I can't focus like this…“, Clair begged in a coarse and desperate voice, pressing herself back up against him with purpose this time. She could actually feel the wetness that had soaked through her panties at that point, and if Crosshair would move his hand up just a bit further, he would feel it too.
„Only good students get a reward, doll. Hit the target, and I’ll give you what you want.“, he promised her, nibbling on her ear and still caressing her thigh with his long and dexterous fingers.
Clair knew he wouldn’t let up, not even if she dropped onto her knees in front of him right now. If her boyfriend had a goal in mind, he did anything to see it through.
With a frustrated sigh, she blinked her eyes a couple of times to at least try and regain some focus, then looked through the scope and attempted another shot.
She did not miss this time, and as a reward, she immediately felt Crosshair‘s middle finger pressing precisely up against her clothed clit. She moaned, throwing her head back onto his shoulder as he stroked her in slow but calculated circles.
„Good girl…“, He attached his lips to her neck now, moving her panties to the side to swipe his fingers through her soaked folds. She was a complete mess, holding onto the rifle for dear life has her boyfriend fingered her in the middle of the clearing.
„Please… Cross, i…“, she moaned, rolling her hips against his fingers to get more of the friction he was denying her. She felt so good, all the pent up arousal from the last few weeks hit her at once and her head was spinning from it.
„One more. You can do one more.“ Crosshair encouraged, his own voice breaking at the edges. This was one of his biggest fantasies coming true, but he wanted to see how far he could push her- and himself. His cock was painfully hard inside his pants and every roll of her hips sent jolts of pleasure through his body.
Clair was drunk off of the thought of finally getting what she wanted, what she needed, and looked through the scope again to shoot one last time to make him happy. Just as she was pulling the trigger though, Crosshair slipped two fingers into her dripping heat, curling them deliciously.
„Fuck-“, Clair moaned out, the sound echoing off the trees surrounding the clearing. She finally surrendered and let go of the firepuncher, gripping onto his arm for support instead as he moved his digits inside of her.
„Tell me what you want, doll. Tell me and I'll give it to you…“, Crosshair murmured as he was leaving his mark on her neck, moving his hips against her ass before the pent up arousal would drive him insane.
Clair whined, already finding herself at the brink of an orgasm. „Y-your cock… please…“, her voice was failing her, but Crosshair understood. In the blink of an eye, he scooped her up into his arms and found the thickest tree trunk he could find to push her up against, his lips immediately connecting with hers. Clair moaned into it shamelessly, holding onto his shoulders and neck for support, though she knew he’d never let her fall regardless.
With one hand, Crosshair expertly undid his belt and zipper to finally free his weeping length from its confinement, sighing in relief at the mild evening breeze brushing over his hot tip.
He didn’t let that feeling linger, though, as he aligned himself with his girlfriend‘s entrance, breaking the kiss to look her in the eyes, giving her a chance to back out if she didn’t want this. But nothing in Clair‘s expression said that she wanted him to stop, quite the opposite. She wrapped her legs tighter around his waist and dug her heels into his thighs to bring him in closer.
„Fuck me, Cross.“, She panted, the fire in her eyes burning brighter than the setting sun above the crowns of the trees around them. The sniper understood that order loud and clear and slid home in one swift movement, causing the couple to moan out in unison while still looking into one another‘s eyes.
A hazy smirk took over Crosshair‘s face as he saw what effect he had on her once again, before starting to move in and out of her in a pace they both loved.
Clair‘s head lolled back against the tree from the feeling. She couldn’t form a coherent sentence even if she tried, but she still wanted him to know how good he made her feel. „Cross… love this… love you…“, she panted, her hand coming up to feebly unbutton the front of her dress to reveal her breasts to him, bouncing with each one of his thrusts.
Crosshair groaned lowly at the sight, unable to tear his eyes away. „Fuck, doll… I love you too… you feel so fucking amazing… such a good girl… a good shot too… would have taken you shooting ages ago… if i knew it would be ending like this…“, He smirked cockily, picking up his thrusts.
All Clair could do as a response was to moan, and clench and flutter around his cock, her orgasm finally washing over her body and making her legs shake around him.
The sight of her eyes rolling back, her hair framing her beautiful face and her breasts bouncing combined with the feeling of her gripping him like a vice is what did it for him. He pinned himself against her even closer and, with a couple staggered thrusts, emptied himself deep inside of her with a low moan of her name.
When the initial moment of panting into each other‘s necks was over, Crosshair pulled away slightly to look into her eyes, a tired but happy grin on his face.
Clair looked similarly, only that her cheeks were rosy and a thin sheen of sweat covered her soft face, her brown eyes sparkling with love and satisfaction. „Hi.“, She whispered, followed by a little giggle.
A warm and long kiss was placed upon her plump lips. „Hi to you too.“, Crossair murmured, adjusting his grip on her so that he was hugging her more than simply just holding her up. The sun was almost gone now, and it was slowly starting to get chilly. „We should probably head back, hm?“, He tucked some loose strands behind her ear and caressed her face.
A devious smirk took over Clair‘s features. „But i haven’t had a good shot yet.“, She said, her voice filled with false innocence.
Crosshair matched her expression and tipped her chin up. „I guess we have to keep trying, then.“.
They didn’t leave that clearing until the crack of dawn.
Tagging people who might be interested: @nahoney22 @rain-on-kamino @random-bean63
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Long story short I was going to make two variations of this. One ISB white and the other Imperial Navy green, but my drawing app is dumb af and ruined that plan. Anyways here ya go. Its the best bois in cool af trench coats.
The little conversation they had in my head. . .
"Im not gonna like whatever's in there, am I? " Eli asks as he watches the Chiss reach for his back pocket.
"You will most likely dislike it yes." Thrawn replies unflinching as always. He examines the datacard in question, rubbing his finger on the grooves of its design.
Eli watches the Chiss for a few more steps and notices the hint of a smirk forming at the edge of his lips. The Commander draws in a deep breath of winter air, allowing for its icy chill to burn at his lungs for a moment, before finally letting out a slow meditative breath. If Thrawn of all people couldn't hide his excitement then surely Eli was going to STRONGLY dislike this plan.
"Want to just save me the time and tell me what's inside?" Eli finally asks.
Thrawn holds out the datacard, his smirk now uncharacteristically obvious. "Don't you wish to be suprised, Commander Vanto?" He asks. His eyes are sincere, and glow with the anticipation of battle.
Eli stops in his tracks and flashes Thrawn with his trademark glare. The muscles of his jaw tighten. "Thrawn. What are you planning?"
The Grand Admiral walks 2 steps ahead of Eli before facing him. He holds the datacard out again, his demeanor returning to all seriousness. "Do you remember our friend Horatio Fig?"
Eli makes a theatrical scowl. He looks at the datacard, then at Thrawn, and back at the card again. He pinches his eyebrows before swiping the datacard from the Admiral's hand. He walks forward passing his superior and hears quick steps catching up to him. "Thank you Eli." Thrawn says, clasping his hands behind his back, returning to all business.
"Hey now I haven't said yes to anything yet." Eli quips. Thrawn continues facing, forward matching Eli's hastened pace.
The commander continues "I'll go incognito for you again on one condition."
Thrawn raises his chin up, waiting expectedly for the other's terms.
"I get to pick the name this time."
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I feel like Eli HATED the name Horatio Fig. But I wonder what kind of name would Eli pick? Would it be dumber than Horatio? Or would he actually come up with something legit?
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Uhm, The Bad Batch Modern AU’s been taking up my mind lately… (They’re playing Stardew Valley)
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Finally caught up on the Bad Batch. I’m so normal about it
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Crosshair’s New Look
The Bad Batch 1.11 Devil’s Deal
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