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Hello there! My request is how would The Bad Batch react to playing Mario Kart Wii? (I’m currently listening to the soundtrack so that’s where I got the request from.) BYW I love all of your stories :)

It's a Mario Party! [TBB Headcanons]

Warnings and Information: Apologies that a simple headcanon request took a while, dear, but I was under the weather around the time the request came in. All better now at the time of posting, thankfully! (Grateful I got my flu shot when I did!) Mentions of Star Wars and real-world swearing, because Mario Kart brings it out of all of us! Reader is mentioned in each character's headcanon segment, but not specifically gendered. I couldn't resist adding Omega to make sure I got the full rainbow, so consider her a bonus!

Word-count: 2,072

HUNTER

Watching vs Playing: Hunter plays more than one might expect given the nature of his enhancements. Mario Kart is a chaotic, colorful cacophony of music, sound effects and bright visuals, and it seems like it would be pretty overwhelming for him. On a really, really bad day, Hunter can't even watch, no matter if the brightness is dimmed and the sound is turned down. It's a lot of sensory input. But on the good days, Hunter enjoys playing against you and his brothers. 

Does he take it easy on his brothers: If the five of them are in a good mood, there's going to be playful banter for certain. If Hunter's having a minor disagreement with one of his brothers however, Mario Kart is utilized to either work out most of the frustration, or lighten up the tension enough for another, hopefully slightly calmer approach to smoothing out the disagreement. (Won't work for bigger arguments, however (that's what Super Smash Bros is for).) Hunter's not afraid to do some mild trash-talking and teasing. Curses occasionally, like if someone knocks him off the track, nothing severe though. 

Does he take it easy on you: Will he take it easy on you every time, no; but when he will depends! If Hunter notices you're looking a bit glum, he'll let you secure a few wins while keeping the conversation casual throughout. May or may not ask what's on your mind right away, but it'll certainly come up eventually. Whether you're just a friend or a romantic interest/partner, Hunter cares about you as much as he cares about his brothers. If you're in a good mood, he'll probably be a little more playfully competitive with you. 

Favorite item: Thunder cloud.

Favorite race track: Yoshi Falls or Moonview Highway.

Bonus: No matter if Hunter wins or loses most of the session, he'll always say it was fun and he enjoyed himself. Truth is he's not a huge fan of the game itself, it's more that he had the opportunity to spend time with his brothers and/or a friend. 

TECH

Watching vs Playing: Fifty-fifty split on whether or not Tech with play or watch when everyone's in the mood for a little Mario. When he watches, it's another toss-up on if he's going to be sitting on the couch with his datapad in hand the entire time, or if he's going to be something of a backseat driver. Tech knows the game's race tracks the same way he knows the inner consoles of the Havoc Marauder: inside and out, by heart, and with his eyes closed. It's equally impressive and terrifying. (Much like his flying can be, on occasion.)

Does he take it easy on his brothers: Yes and no. Tech doesn't see the fun in winning every time, and perhaps secretly worries that if he did win every time, his brothers may not want to play against him anymore. So he comes up with some kind of balancing system in how much he helps his brothers and what kind of trash talking he participates in.

"There's a double-stacked item box on the left side of the track, Wrecker." ("Awh, thanks, Tech!")

"You're falling behind, Hunter! Better catch up." ("Tech I'm in third place you little krif-")

There's something strangely amusing about hearing him simply say "Well shit." in a mild voice if he's knocked off the track by a carefully placed banana peel, courtesy of Crosshair, of course. 

Does he take it easy on you: Yes and no, while being similar to Hunter. Tech helps you secure a few wins if you're in need of cheering up, and he won't engage in as much trash-talk like he will with his brothers. (However, feel free to lobby all the friendly ribbing you're comfortable with his way, as it'll help him understand what does and doesn't constitute as "too far" when engaging in a friendly feud with you.) When you're up for it, Tech can make the race a real competition. 

Favorite item: Red/Green Shells.

Favorite race track: "All of them" is a shorter answer than the analysis of what he likes about each track, trust me on this. 

Bonus: Makes it a point to be sincere in his congratulations if one of his brothers and/or a friend bests him in a match. Not because Tech's worried about looking like a sore loser, but because acknowledging the successful efforts of others feels like the polite thing to do.

CROSSHAIR 

Watching vs Playing: Not terribly big on playing Mario Kart, but he'll certainly watch. Generally, he'll make some minor commentary now and again, usually at the expense of the poor soul who is furthest behind. When Crosshair plays, he'll get pretty focused on the game, however. Mario Kart might not be among his most favorite games, but he enjoys it. 

Does he take it easy on his brothers: It's all in good fun, but Cross is fluent in trash-talk. If Crosshair was truly upset with the way the game is going, he gets quiet. Swears up a storm, about as many f-bombs as a rated R film. He's completely competitive. Wrecker enjoys the competition the most from an entertainment standpoint, followed by Tech from a challenge standpoint.

Does he take it easy on you: Depends on the nature of the relationship, and how long he's known you. But if Cross suspects the game's becoming frustrating, or even stopped being fun for you, then he'll adjust his play style accordingly. A game like Mario Kart stops being fun the moment someone looks like they're ready to walk away, for him. 

Favorite item: Bullet Bill

Favorite race track: None in particular, likes utilizing the Random feature so the track is a surprise each time. 

Bonus: His favorite racer is either Toad or King Boo.

ECHO

Watching vs Playing: Watches and plays in equal amounts. Between one hand and a scomp link, it took Echo some time to get the hang of playing Mario Kart essentially one-handed, so it was once pretty frustrating for him to play. He uses the steering wheel accessory to make playing easier for himself. (Omega later got his permission to add stickers and stuff to the accessory not long after she joined the squad and started playing Mario Kart with everyone.) 

Does he take it easy on his brothers: They had to take it easy on him at first while he was getting the hang of the game. As a group, everyone helped him work up to a point that Echo could confidently play the game just like any other able-bodied individual. ("It'd be unfair to leave Echo out entirely… He should have an opportunity to play if he wants like the rest'a us!" Wrecker empathetically declared early-on.) 

Later down the line, Echo performs pretty well in Mario Kart! He'll have days where he struggles a little more and doesn't play as long as he usually would, on occasion still of course. Assuming for the moment he's older than most of the Batch (save for perhaps Omega), one of his favorite forms of banter falls along the lines of "Don't tell me you boys are losing to an old ARC trooper!". He doesn't completely refrain from swearing, but he's not as reserved as one might think either. 

Does he take it easy on you: It depends on how taxing he finds playing Mario Kart on any particular day. Some days he's able to give you a real run for your credits, others, he's just able to keep up, and others still, you have him smoked, no questions asked. He'll understand feeling sympathetic, but he'd probably hate if you felt really bad for him on the days he's struggling. (There's a difference between "I'm sorry you're struggling today, do you wanna try another race or stop for now?" and "I'm sorry you keep losing, Echo…")

Favorite item: Golden Mushroom

Favorite race track: The simpler tracks without additional obstacles, for the most part. But Rainbow Road is a classic for a reason. 

Bonus: He's grateful for all the hours Wrecker helped him practice and built his confidence in playing with just one hand and the steering wheel accessory for the Wii. 

WRECKER

Watching vs Playing: Loves to play, no matter how long or short the gaming session if someone invites him to join! If he's playing by himself, that's really the only time he'll be worried about placing first. He's more focused on having fun with others than his position when playing with his brothers and/or friends. If someone wants to play by themselves, say to practice a track they struggle with, then Wrecker's there to be their hype man. (Plus providing reminders for snacks and water breaks!)

Does he take it easy on his brothers: Wrecker plays very well, but overall wins few races when playing Mario Kart against other people. Because really, he just plays to have fun. Any pouting over a loss is short-lived, and quickly forgotten. It's more about having a good time overall than repeated victories. He enjoys challenges with Crosshair, and sometimes he can convince the marksman to go one-on-one if he's still got a competitive itch to scratch. 

Does he take it easy on you: If he thinks it'll make you happy, or cheer you up, he'll certainly goof around a lot more to give you a better chance of winning. Wrecker enjoys spending the time with you either way, so however competitive you feel like getting is fine by him! 

Favorite item: Bob-omb, of course! 

Favorite race track: Bowser's Castle and Rainbow Road. 

Bonus: A lot of helping Echo practice getting the hang of playing Mario Kart with just one hand just meant letting Echo get as frustrated as he wanted or needed some days, and responding without harsh judgements. When Omega joins the squad, and there's something bothering her, one of Wrecker's favorite things to try is spending about fifteen minutes just playing and goofing off with her around the track before asking her if he can do something to help her with the current problem. Even if she doesn't take him up on the offer, she's grateful he spent time with her to take her mind off of it temporarily. 

OMEGA

Watching vs Playing: She'll tell you that she loves watching and playing with her brothers in equal measure, but really she loves being directly involved a whole lot more. 

Do her brothers take it easy on her: When she's having a bad day, or something's bothering her, they make more of an effort to be more casual and less cutthroat for certain. She's still a kid, and she's developing differently than they did given her lack of accelerated aging. Try as she might, she's still going to have those days where everything is confusing, adults Just Don't Get It, and she's having difficulty explaining all her Big Feelings like any other child her age. 

They'll do their best to be patient with her, and answer those questions the best they can (while Tech researches age appropriate solutions where applicable) on those bad days. 

They also have to remember this kid is an absolute whizz at Dejarik; Omega might be the one who needs to go easy on some of her brothers on a good day! 

Does she go easy on you: She understands that when playing with other people, it's not always about who wins. It's about the time spent with them, and how they make you feel. There's been a few occasions where she's tried playing against people other than her brothers or you, and she hasn't enjoyed it as much because the other person was bitter about their loss, or they were meanspirited or bragged too much over a win. "It's not fun to play with people like that. That's why I like playing with you and my brothers more." she tells you one day when you ask about it. 

"Makes sense. Hey, one more time on your favorite race track, and then we should go get something to eat for lunch, okay?" 

Favorite item: Star

Favorite race track: She has a lot of favorites, but she's mentioned she likes Rainbow Road because it reminds her of hyperspace.

Bonus: She enjoys playing with everyone all at once whenever possible. She understands Mario Party is a separate game, and it really should be called "Mario Kart Night" instead, but she likes calling them Mario Party Nights, and those are her favorite nights of all. 

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[your-nanas-house]

Could you write something about how cillian would deal with being married to a younger reader with a high sex drive. She's very needy and he tries his best to satisfy her but it's hard to keep up for him with his age and maybe he just lets her use him sometimes like a dildo.

I mean...plzzz? Love it 😭

My living dildo

◇ Pairing: Cillian Murphy x wife!Reader

◇ Warnings: age gap (Cillian 40s and Y/n 20s), smut, needy reader

◇ Summary: Y/n gets horny after his husband gets a cramp because of his age.

◇ Note: Sorry for the mistakes and the English.

Y/n's gaze was fixed on her husband who was reading in their bed, wearing only boxers and a short-sleeved shirt.

She was leaned against the doorframe, wearing just her pink short nightgown, barefoot and hair down— her bottom lip caged between her teeth.

She shifted her attention for a moment, spreading the cream on her thigh, before hearing a groan of pain coming from her older husband. Her gaze shot up, looking at Cillian to see if he was alp right just to find him with his hands on his leg, complaining about a cramp he was heaving at his left leg.

In a quick motion, Y/n moved away from where she was to help him, her hand reached for his bare leg, helping him stretch it carefully— her touch moved higher and higher on his thigh, massaging his pale freckled skin and moving closer to his clothed crotch.

As soon as Cillian's cramp vanished and his attention quickly "jumped" on her hands which were still moving, reaching now his clothed crotch

"Love" he started, a mild-panic in his eyes "I can't—" he continued before Y/n shushed him with a loving kiss, pleading eyes looking at his handsome face while her hand rubbed slowly, following the length of his hardening and abused cock.

It was the fourth time that they made love that day and Cillian was clearly a bit exhausted, his cock— having its own mind— had other ideas, reason because he was rock hard in a couple of minutes, even though he hadn't energies to fuck his younger wife again.

"Yer so needy" Cillian commented, grunting softly due to her touch.

His hand rubbed her hips softly when her hand moved up to his torso to push him in a lying position

"Just for you, honey" she murmured in a soft tone, biting her bottom lip while her hips started to grind against him.

"Fuck, love" Cillian purred softly as Y/n worked on his pants, releasing his hard thick cock; her body moved fast on her own, reaching for the lube they had on the nightstand ready to spread it on her husband's throbbing cock— whom hissed at the sudden contact.

As soon as Y/n made sure that it was ready she quickly positioned his tip at her entrance, moving carefully down, letting him stretch and fill her again

"Fucking hell— yes!" Y/n screamed when she started to bounce, riding her husband wildly, using his length for their pleasure, mostly hers— Since she was riding him like if she was using her dildo in a lonesome night.

Cillian's moans and praises made her going, reaching the pick quite quickly but ending up continuing to steal orgasms after orgasms from both of them.

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[dystopicjumpsuit]

I kriffing love in-universe curses.

I've been thinking about it since I saw this poll (you should go vote & reblog!), but I didn't want to wax philosophical on somebody else's post and derail the conversation.

From "I'll see you in hell" to "Dank farrik," Star Wars has a long and rich history of swearing, sometimes using real-world curses and sometimes the made-up ones. If you're familiar with my fics, you'll know that I make liberal use of both, and there are a few reasons why.

First of all, I do think that real-world curses pack more of a punch, so I tend to reserve them for lines that I want to have more of an impact. But also, I think a good balance helps keep my fics from veering into farcical territory, unless the farce is the point.

That said? Star Wars swears are just kriffing fun. They can bring levity to a scene that might be in danger of collapsing under its own karking weight. And, fierfek, they give me more options! After all, how many times can I use the word fuck in a single paragraph? A lot, the answer is a lot.

That being said, not everyone is as voracious a cursing enthusiast as I am, and in-universe swears allow writers who are uncomfortable using real-world curses to have the same emotional impact without needing to use language that makes them personally uncomfortable.

But most importantly, in-universe swearing is a fantastic world-building tool that's easy to integrate and lets readers know right away:

Hey. We're in a galaxy far, far away.

Like using "conservator" instead of "refrigerator," or "cyar'ika" instead of "darling," or "protatoes" instead of "potatoes" (in defiance of both my spell-checker and the wisdom of Samwise Gamgee), in-universe curses like kriff, kark, karabast, fierfek, dank farrik, stars! Holy Force! and the Boba-sanctioned scughole can serve as an easy and entertaining shorthand that helps a fic be more immersive and true to the universe.

So I don't know about you, but I'm going to pour a glass of spotchka and raise a toast to the beloved and time-honored convention of kriffing up my fics.

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[nahoney22]

Hello, me again!

Can I please get 20 from your Enemies to Loves list with Fives?

Foes to Friends 🌊

🫧 Pairings: Fives X Female Reader

word count: 1k

prompt:

"I think we're friends now," / "Dank Farrik, don't say that,"

You thought war was stressful but it appeared to be nothing compared to your rivalry with the Arc Trooper that is Fives. But, how do you feel when he saves your life without thinking of the consequences?

warnings: Mentions of War, Near Death Experience, Platonic Relationship, Enemies to Friends, Female Reader but could be read as GN, Fives gets injured, Separatist’s Enemies.

sorry for the wait! Hope you enjoy @sleepycreativewriter 🩵

The blaster fire illuminated the darkened corridor of the starship, casting flickering shadows on the cold, metallic walls. Fives and yourself, both hunched behind a crate, exchanging a quick, tense glance.

For as long as you had known him, the two of you had always butted heads. Supposedly it was down to both of your stubbornness and fierce determination that caused endless clashes during missions and today was no different.

After getting separated from Rex and the rest of the squadron, it was just you and Fives stranded together and things were getting hairy.

"Stick to the plan," Fives muttered, his eyes scanning the hallway for movement.

"I am sticking to the plan," You retorted , peering over the edge of the crate. "If you have a better idea, I'm all ears."

Fives shot you a look that said he doubted your abilities, but he said nothing more. Both of you knew that now was not the time for arguments. The Separatists had taken control of the ship, and it was detrimental that you both needed to get to the control room to shut down their systems.

Moving swiftly, your blasters cut through the droids that stood in the way. As you reached a narrow passage, the floor began to shake violently. Your heart began to race as the shaking was then followed by an explosion which echoed through the ship, and suddenly, the ceiling began to collapse.

It happened quickly but without thinking, Fives grabbed at your arm and pulled you out of harm's way, saving you from being crushed into a pancake.

You pant, shaking your hands as nerves and exhilaration flow through you at your close call. "Thanks," you mumble begrudgingly, not exactly used to showing gratitude towards him.

"Just doing my job," Fives replied, though there was a hint of something softer in his tone. It made you pause and think for a moment, watching him but focused back on the task ahead.

Continuing your advance, the tension between you both felt to be easing. Even if it’s only slightly. He had your back covered and you had his

But things went from bad to worse as you both approached the control room where you fell into an ambush of separatist droids. “We’re out numbered, Fives!” You cry out, shooting and dodging at every chance you get, exhaustion getting the better of you. Just when you thought one wave was down, you were drowned by another and another and another.

"Get to the control room!" Fives shouted over the blaster fire. "I'll hold them off!"

"Are you insane? You'll get killed!" You yelled back, heart pounding. No way you were going to let him do this.

"Just go!" he insisted, physically pushing you towards the door. You meet his gaze, wide and horrified whilst his eyes, usually so full of defiance, now held a desperate determination.

You hesitated for a moment, not wanting him to face the droids alone but then remembered you had to consider everyone else on the ship too. “Fives…”

“What are you waiting for? Go! Leave me!”

A wave of emotions hit you and knowing you had to do this, you turned and sprinted towards the control room. Entering, you curse to yourself as all you could hear and somehow focus on was Fives' blaster firing rapidly behind you. But you had to focus.

Quickly, you began shutting down the systems, fingers flying over the controls like you had done hundreds of times in training. Your mind is running wild and just as you finished, a blaster bolt whizzed past your head. You spin around, ready to meet your fate as you hadn’t even had time to react quick enough to grab your blaster. Heart stopping and your eyes closing waiting for the inevitable and you can only wish you had done all you could for the others but before you could even process anything, Fives was there.

His blaster takes out the droid in a single shot before he leans on the doorframe in agony. He was bleeding and looked exhausted, but he had made it.

You had never been so happy to see him. You rush to his side, looking over his injuries. “Crap, you’re pretty beaten up there.” You sigh and he can only mumble a response which sounded a lot like ‘no shit’ which you couldn’t help but chuckle at.

"You didn't have to come back for me," you say softly, voice barely above a whisper. You didn’t understand it but your throat tightened with emotion.

He meets your gaze, "Couldn't let you have all the glory," he replied with a weak smile. "Besides, someone has to keep you out of trouble."

You rolled your eyes, how very typical of Fives.

Letting him drape an arm over your shoulder, you helped him up and together made your way back to the escape pods after getting the all clear from Rex.

Fives however was clearly struggling, every step he took made him wince. The sight of his pain made your chest ache with a new, unsettling feeling. You came to the realisation with a pang that you cared for him. He had saved your life twice and in all the times you had bickered, you had not recognised how much you valued him until you almost lost him.

As you sat in the cramped pod, waiting for the ship to be out of range, you looked at Fives, seeing him in a new light. The lines of tension around his eyes, the stubborn set of his jaw, all seemed painfully familiar now… it was like looking into a mirror. How could you not see that you both argued because you were both so similar?

"I think we're friends now," you say quietly, trying to lighten the silence.

"Dank Farrik, don't say that," Fives groaned, though there was no malice in his words, only exhaustion and you even saw the flicker of a smile on his lips.

You giggled softly, leaning back and closing your eyes. "Admit it, you care about me."

"Maybe," he muttered, his voice barely audible. "Just because we're similar doesn't mean we can't be allies."

“Friends, Fives.” You reiterate, “We’re friends.”

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[multi-fan-dom-madness]

Hey, would love to see a slightly dom Tech x female smut with the prompt "remember you asked me to be rough"

this has been in my inbox for quite literally six months and a day. thank you for your patience, my creative muse has been so wishy washy. thanks to @/dystopicjumpsuit for the ending divider, the other one is mine

Use Your Words

Summary: Tech holds you to your word.

Warnings: 18+ minors begone; dom!Tech, f!reader, manhandling, armor kink kinda, Tech records everything it's a hobby, dirty talk, PiV sex

Word Count: 473

His hands are rough and insistent against your body, pulling clothing from you without a second care for where they end up. He hadn't even bothered to take his armor off; you'd fixed him with a heated look when he entered the cockpit, alone, and he'd simply gestured for you to stand with two fingers. He'd only asked you one question, voice steady and modulated: "How do you want me?"

Arching away from the cold durasteel ship wall, you gasp, cold racing over your skin even as heat burrows into your core. Tech uses the opportunity to slot one of his thighs between your own. Deftly, in the same movement, he snags both of your wrists and pins them above your head with one hand. His other hand grips your hip hard enough to bruise as he adjusts you to his liking. Desire, electric and insistent, hums through your veins. It only becomes more intense when your soaked folds make contact with the rough denim, separated only by the flimsy material of your underwear.

"Stars," you gasp. "Please, Tech."

The little red light on Tech's helmet never wavers when he tilts his head. "Please, what, cyare?"

"Please touch me," you whine. You try to rock your hips, gain some much needed friction on your aching clit, but Tech's grasp tightens impossibly. Through his goggles, his gaze hardens in warning.

"I am touching you," he states. "If you would like me to do something different, you must use your words." 

Swallowing hard, you try in vain to wrest control over your panting breath and racing heart. Maker, he'll be the death of you, and you'll greet death willingly if this is how you go. 

"Tech," you say, a pleading note in your voice, "please play with my pussy." 

You can't see the smirk, but you can hear it. "Why would I do that..."

The world spins as he flips you around and, one hand between your shoulder blades, pushes your chest flush with the cold metal wall. Hissing, you wiggle your hips, moaning at the vulnerability of the new position. 

"...when I can fuck it instead?" 

While he'd been talking, he'd freed his cock from the confines of his pants and, holding your panties to the side, splits you open over his hard length. A choked moan strangles in your throat at the sudden intrusion. Without any prep, the stretch is almost too much—almost. Your body accepts him like it was made to; pleasure alights every nerve. Tech doesn't stop until he's flush with your ass. Both hands come to rest on your hips. 

"Remember, cyare," he says, withdrawing without giving you a moment to adjust, "you asked me to be rough." 

Your mind goes blissfully blank as he fucks into you with abandon, fulfilling your request with every sharp thrust of his hips. 

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[sinfulsalutations]

𝕔𝕦𝕕𝕕𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘 ⋆*･ﾟ 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕓𝕒𝕕 𝕓𝕒𝕥𝕔𝕙

➼ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ☆ ꜰʟᴜꜰꜰ, ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ꜱᴜɢɢᴇꜱᴛɪᴠᴇ ɪɴ ᴡʀᴇᴄᴋᴇʀ'ꜱ ᴘᴀʀᴛ ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱQᴜɪɴᴛ, ᴜʜ, ꜰʟᴜꜰꜰ, ʏᴇᴀʜ ɪᴛꜱ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ꜰʟᴜꜰꜰ

⋆ ★ *ᴇᴍᴇʀɢᴇꜱ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴍʏ ʜᴇʀᴍɪᴛ'ꜱ ᴄᴀᴠᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜʀᴏᴡꜱ ᴛʜɪꜱ ꜰɪᴄ ᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ* ʜᴇʀᴇ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪ ɢᴜᴇꜱꜱ

⋆ ★ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴏɴ ᴀᴏ3 ⋆*･ﾟ ᴛᴀɢʟɪꜱᴛ ꜰᴏʀᴍ

Hunter

Hunter gets overheated/stimulated easily due to his heightened senses so he doesn’t cuddle for very long in pressed together positions.

BUT he likes proximity, being able to hear your breath and heartbeat, seeing every little dimple and curve of your body, knowing you are here and you’re his.

So he will press his head to your chest to listen to your heartbeat and relax with the rise and fall of your chest.

And if you run your hands through his hair you’ll coax the most blissful sighs out of him.

Tech

He’s fidgety, so staying in one cuddling position is a struggle. Always needs to readjust because one spot can get uncomfortable and awkward very quickly.

It gets tedious, especially at night in bed when both of you are grueling to sleep.

However, he’ll try his best for you.

Likes to tangle all his limbs with yours; legs, arms, fingers as your interlock and hold hands, etc.

Also traces and rubs patterns into your skin or over your clothes absentmindedly. You’re his favorite fidget toy.

Might ramble to you. Whether or not you respond and actively have a conversation doesn’t matter to him. He is simply glad that you’re here to listen.

Wrecker

Cuddle bug!

Any free time with you he will actively seek your body wrapped around his arms.

Loves when you sit on his lap on a couch or seat, thighs pressed outside each of his own; he’ll trail his arms up and down your waist, maybe cheekily have a feel of your ass once or twice (sorry, he can’t help himself).

Also likes when you’re just intermingled on his cot, staring up while you talk about everything and nothing.

Wrecker runs very warm, and you might have to push him away from his firm grasp when you begin to sweat and pant a little. Despite his sweet complains and pleads to come back, he’ll let you go nonetheless. But you’ll return to his arms inevitably.

Crosshair

“Why would I want cuddles?” he says, already itching for your touch.

Doesn’t actively seek it out, but god he relishes every time you want to cuddle.

Likes it when you lean your head on his shoulder or on his lap as he cleans his rifle or something else along those lines. It gives him enough mobility to move but still that contact each of you crave.

He might itch for more if he isn’t doing anything with his hands, and may trace patterns onto your arm, shoulder, back, thigh, knee, anywhere that’s convenient and in reach.

Although he’s aware that you like it, he begins doing it mostly for himself. And also, it gives him an excuse to secretly admire you.

Echo

Initially, he’s nervous you’ll feel uncomfortable cuddling with him because of his prosthetics and build.

So when you do express affection and craving for that sort of intimacy, he feels inept.

With more time and trust in the relationship he warms up to it more.

Enjoys wrapping his non-scomp arm around you and encourage you to wrap your arms around his waist.

Will keep his leg prosthetics untangled from yours unless you initiate it.

Likes to plant kisses on your forehead before trailing down to your ear to mutter (sweet) nothings.

His love translates to his cuddling, you quickly discover. Languid and romantic. Though he severely dreads the moment you inevitably separate.

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[masterjedilenawrites]

I'm just going to make it a tradition to write about tender loving spicy Crosshair on my birthday each year 😊

Crosshair x fem!reader | 500 words

Content: just a short drabble where Crosshair acts suggestively while you make a cake

You slowly twisted the cake stand in front of you, careful to keep your other hand steady as the knife glided along the frosting. What had started out as a simple birthday cake had now turned into an ostentatious mess... multiple layers askew, clashing colors of frosting, sprinkles galore... You were having a blast.

Now you were focused on the finishing touches. With your frosting designs all set, you then reached over for the box of candles. No sooner had you placed the first on top, however, did two mischevious hands start to snake around your middle.

"Cross," you warned as he pressed himself up against your back and held you close. You weren't sure what kind of mood he was in, but you highly doubted it was a helpful one.

"Looking good," Crosshair mumbled before wiggling his nose into your neck.

You couldn't help but squeeze your shoulders in response to the feathery tingles it sent across your skin. You paused to refocus yourself and then placed the next candle into the cake.

"It'll taste better than it looks."

"I sure hope so," he hummed, bringing his mouth up to the shell of your ear. You felt yourself immediately flush from head to toe.

"You weren't talking about the cake were you," you forced out a laugh and continued to place more candles. Gods, there sure were a lot this year.

Crosshair unburied himself from your neck and rested his head gently against the side of yours. "Oh, yeah, that looks good too."

You only had one candle left. You held it up toward him. "Care to do the honors?"

He plucked it out of your fingers and gently stuck it right in the center. And then swiped at some frosting as he withdrew his hand. You didn't have time to react, though, as he deposited some of it onto your nose before licking the rest away.

"Cross!" you finally gasped. You turned in his hold to find an amused glint in his eyes. His whole face seemed so light and carefree. You loved to see this side of him. Even if it was at the expense of your cake.

He leaned in to kiss the frosting off your nose, causing you to giggle and scrunch up your face in protest. His lips then found yours and you allowed yourself to taste the sweetness on them for a slow, blissful moment.

"Happy Birthday, sweetheart," he pulled away with a smile. But the fondness in it quickly shifted back into mischief. "Can't wait to eat."

You wanted to roll your eyes but found you couldn't. Even after being spoiled for most of the day already, you were eager to continue being dotted on. It was your birthday after all. You were allowed to be a little greedy.

"Not until I open my presents first," you flashed a playful smile of your own, accentuating your meaning by rubbing your hands along his chest.

Crosshair crouched just enough to get his hands under your thighs and hoisted you up onto his waist. "We have a lot to do then. Let's not waste any time, birthday girl."

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[freesia-writes]

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I hope this doesn't sound harsh at all, but I can only have 50 people tagged in one post, so that's the limit for the tag list. If you're not reblogging and engaging, I'm gonna have to scoot you off to make room for others. ❤️ No hard feelings if you want to leave the tag list (just put that on the form below) but yeah; I have to individually tag each of you for it to work, so a little reciprocation is nice if you want to be tagged. 😊 AND LIKES DON'T COUNT! 😉

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[starrylothcat]

Hello my wonderful taglist peoples

I just want to apologize for suddenly disappearing off the face of the Earth the last few months. My inspiration to write kind of dwindled as we neared TBB finale, since I was so nervous about what was going to happen lmfao. I had full intent of picking up again after the finale.

BUT that coincided with my job becoming so incredibly toxic all my focus and energy went to applying for jobs, as I desperately needed to leave. Luckily, I was able to get a new job, but that has also taken up more of my time as I am currently settling into a new career, on top of a lot of other things outside the internet that have kept me busy.

ANYWAY, just wanted to give ya’ll a little update. I am still here!! lurking and reblogging, but my writing is on a lil’ hiatus (for now).

To any unanswered asks: I’m sorry, but my inbox is still open if anyone wants to chat! I can feel the ~creative spark slowly coming back, and I intend to continue writing once the dust settled a bit and I can find the time. I have some ideas currently brewing ;)

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[missfrieden]

Tech as a father Chapter 53

Sorry for the long wait. I try to at least post one a week again!

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Chapter 53: Little offer

Tech couldn't help but chuckle at the sight of Orion's impromptu clean-up attempt, while storing the used purees away. The little one, seemingly unfazed by the mess, continued his exploration of the mixed purees with newfound enthusiasm. Tech, quick to adapt to the unexpected, reached up to activate the camera, capturing the moment in all its messy glory.

"Well, it seems we have an unconventional approach to cleaning up," Tech remarked with a playful tone, addressing Orion as if he were an assistant in their culinary experiment. Orion, oblivious to the conversation, giggled and continued his adorably messy mission, his tiny hands making abstract patterns on the high chair. Tech, with a fond smile, appreciated the joyous innocence his son brought to even the simplest of situations. As Tech continued to document the unexpected clean-up operation, he couldn't help but marvel at the unpredictable and delightful moments that parenthood brought into his life.

Tech bending down to remove Orion’s bib, caught off guard but always ready to adapt, found himself face-to-face with Orion's unexpected offering. The tiny hand covered in food. With a mix of surprise and amusement, he hesitated for a moment, contemplating how to gracefully navigate this uncharted territory. Orion, blissfully unaware of the slight chaos he was causing, giggled in delight, fingers still extended towards his father. Tech, ever the resourceful problem-solver, decided to meet Orion halfway. Instead of letting those tiny fingers explore his mouth, he swiftly intercepted the little hand, gently wiping off the collected goo with the clean side of the bib.

"There we go, little one. We'll keep the taste-testing within reasonable limits," Tech playfully remarked, his eyes conveying both amusement and genuine affection for his son's antics. As he continued the clean-up, Tech couldn't help but appreciate the unexpected twists and turns that came with parenthood. Orion, seemingly content with his finger-painting escapade, babbled happily, perhaps expressing his satisfaction with their shared moment of culinary exploration.

Tech, holding Orion securely in his arms, navigated the ship's small living space with the practiced ease of someone accustomed to multitasking. As he stored the highchair away, he couldn't help but reflect on the quirks and surprises that accompanied caring for a growing infant. With Orion nestled against him, Tech pondered the inevitability of accepting whatever offerings his son might present in the future. Parenthood, it seemed, was a journey of constant adaptation. While he chuckled at the recent encounter with Orion's impromptu food finger painting, Tech knew that as Orion continued to explore the world, such moments would become more frequent.

In his arms, Orion gurgled and babbled, seemingly content with the simple joy of being close to his father. Tech, appreciating the serenity of the current moment, mentally prepared himself for the unpredictable yet heart-warming adventures that awaited him on this journey of fatherhood.

Chapter 54

Reblogs are very welcome and I am open for feedback, as english is not my first language, so maybe my sentences may be weird sometimes, or I write a word wrong even with google, or I use a wrong word for an item.

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On another note, off topic. But me 3 years shy of 30. Now Eminems new song. I am sure my cracking bones are heared all over the world. Just hope my off key voice is not. And if I am sooo sorry. It is stuck in my head. but it is just amazing. The video, ther refrences, the self humor.

[your-nanas-house]

Drabble: Thirsty

◇ Pairing: Tommy Shelby X secretary!Reader

◇ Warnings: smut, oral sex, bad jokes, age gap (both off age), shitty writing

◇ Summary: Tommy is thirsty after eating the cookies that Y/n brought him.

◇ Note: Christmas gift for you @mizzbel. Merry Christmas Eve and Merry Christmas, dear!

Her y/e/c were wide as she stared at her boss, Tommy Shelby, who was now towering over her. Early that day he mentioned a Christmas gift for her, one that she wouldn’t have forgotten that easily and that she couldn’t have received by anyone.

It thrilled her, her naive mind thinking at all the possibilities of such a big surprise she was about to receive at the end of their work.

The time finally came and her thoughts went quickly shut as soon as Tommy made his way towards her desk, eating one of the cookies she had brought for him to wish him a Merry Christmas. His icy eyes staring into hers dangerously as a small smirk appeared on his face.

“You made them?” he asked, glancing at the biscuit he was holding so that she could understand what he was talking about, earning a soft nod from his shy secretary “Yes, sir”. 

A soft hum left his broad body, his gaze stopping back on her smaller frame “Delicious but you get kind of thirsty after eating a couple of them” Thomas pointed out, finishing the chocolate cookie before leaning closer, trapping her on the desk with his arms… one of each side of her.

Her body was shaking softly, a weird feeling disturbing her stomach as Tommy’s low voice echoed in her mind, his stare making her rub her thighs together unconsciously… in an attempt to find some kind of friction. “Am I right?” he purred, his breath hitting her ear… she could feel the warmth of it as he leaned even closer to wrap his plumpy lips around her earlobe, nibbling on it in a teasing way. 

His hands slowly roamed around her body, moving under her dress as her breath hitched in her throat, his lips leaving wet kisses down her neck to her collarbone as he moved his little fingers under the elastic band of her panties, hooking the fabric to pull it down her thighs, exposing her dripping sex.

“Feeling pretty thirsty” he commented as he kneeled down, his lips now making their way to her cunt, brushing against her legs in a slow teasing pace before he snapped his eyes back up, meeting her stare as if he was asking silently for permission.

It took him just a small nod from the young woman to finally dive in, his tongue tracing the way up from her entrance to her clit, the sweet taste of her lingering on his tongue as his nose brushed against her pubes.

Y/n’s breath got heavier as a result of Tommy’s actions, her hand quickly grabbed his hair to encourage him to continue, letting his tongue circling her clit and his delicious lips wrap around it to suck on it… building slowly up her orgasm.

Her nails scratched in a tender way his scarf, pulling his face closer to her, nearly suffocating him with her thighs when she attempted to close them because of the pleasure… his strong hands grabbing into her flesh, digging his fingers in it to keep her legs parted.

His experienced tongue now brushing her entrance before thrusting slowly, swirling it against her walls to collect her sweet nectar and increase the pleasure. His nose brushing against her clint in a lovely way and in a couple of minutes her body was already shaking, her bottom lip caged between her teeth as she held back a moan… her thighs trying against to close as Tommy kept licking her sensitive clit till he had enough and stood back up, his tongue coming out of his mouth for the last time to clean her juices from his face.

“Merry Christmas, love”

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[dystopicjumpsuit]

I'm forever in my Star Wars animation feels, so here are some wallpapers.

The Clone Wars

Rebels

The Bad Batch

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[nahoney22]

Hello there! Can I please get number 6 with Cal Kestis? That prompt reminds me of the song “Shut Up and Dance” by Walk Two Moons.

Dance the Night Away 🌊

🫧 Pairing: Cal Kestis X Gender Neutral Reader

Prompts:

“Dance with me?”

Summary: With everything what’s happened, you and Cal deserve some time to relax. And what better way to spend it by having a little dance together?

warnings: Fluff, platonic relationship, female reader 😊

Authors note: I’ve not played the newest game yet nor have I played the first one in YEARS so steered away from that story as I don’t know anything about it yet! Enjoy @sleepycreativewriter sorry it’s short! ❤️

In the quiet hours of the night, amid the soft hum of the ship's engines, you found yourself lost in thought. Finding a place to lay low for a while where nobody seemed to know who any of you are, you stood by the viewport of the Mantis, gazing out at the twinkling stars that stretched endlessly before you.

It had been a long journey and the scars and achy bones that littered your body was proof of that. You sigh, rubbing the tiredness away from your eyes when a voice beside you makes you jump: “mind if I join you?”

You turned to Cal and shook your head. “Not at all. I could use the company.” Standing together in comfortable silence, the only sound is the faint whisper of the stars outside until Cal spoke up once more. “What’s on your mind?”

“Honestly? Not a lot. I’m just exhausted.” You admit, folding your arms over your chest as you give him a wry smile. “We’ve been doing a lot lately. It’s nice to just… chill. You know?”

“I don’t remember the last time I ever just relaxed.” Cal admits, a wave of realisation hitting him. “Perks of being hunted for exiting I guess.” He jokes with a small chuckle.

You rolled your eyes playfully and smiled lightly but Cal isn’t happy with your reaction. So quietly, he moved to the control panel, hit a few buttons and they stepped back. You didn’t question what he was doing until a soft melody began to play from the ship's speakers.

You turned to Cal, surprise flickering in your eyes. "Did you...?"

A smile adorned his features as he extended a hand, a silent invitation. "Shall we dance, madam?" he offered, a mock chivalry in his demeanor.

Your laughter bubbled, a fleeting moment of levity. You reciprocated with a playful curtsy. "Indeed, good Sir."

It was an unexpected invitation, but one that warmed your heart. Without hesitation, you took Cal's hand, feeling the familiar warmth of his touch. Together, you moved to the center of the ship, starting with some awkward swaying to the music's rhythm. “I can’t dance well.”

“That makes two of us,” Cal hums but soon, you both get the hang of it. Kind of.

He steps on your toes and yours on his, occasionally bumping into the walls and tables. “You’ve got two left feet, Cal!” You grin in amusement, earning a laugh in return.

For a moment, all worries and burdens were forgotten. Both of you had lost yourselves in the simple joy of music and movement. Cal's presence was a steady anchor, his hand firm yet gentle as he guided you through the steps.

“See? You’re a natural.” He compliments, giving you a quick twirl.

“I’m just trying to keep up.” You admit a little embarrassedly although the dance together was endearing.

With each spin, the weight of both of your responsibilities seemed to lift, replaced by a sense of joy and freedom. The music had changed tempo to a more upbeat rhythm, the two of you simply letting your hair down and dancing like nobody was watching.

Laughter rang out throughout the ship as you both reminisced about the past if a song reminded you of something that came on. You felt quite emotional because for once, there was peace. Cal was smiling, you were smiling, the others were sleeping peacefully. You truly felt happy.

Eventually, the music dwindled and so did both of your energies. As you sat together, catching your breath after the impromptu dance, you felt a sense of peace settle over you like a comforting blanket. Turning to Cal, a grateful smile tugs at the corners of your lips.

"Thanks, I really needed that," you admitted, voice soft with sincerity.

Cal returned the smile, his eyes warm with understanding. "Me too. It's nice to just be normal. Even if it's just by dancing."

Feeling a surge of affection, you leaned into Cal's side, accepting his silent invitation for a hug. His arm wrapped around your shoulders, offering comfort and support.

"It's a shame moments like this can't last forever," you whisper after a few moments, feeling a pang of sadness at the thought.

Cal nodded in solemn agreement, his gaze turning thoughtful. "I know. But, we all have each other. And sometimes, that's all that matters."

In that moment, as you sat together in the quiet embrace of the ship, surrounded by the gentle hum of the engines and the soft glow of the stars, you knew you had each other.

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[multi-fan-dom-madness]

may I please request

❛ so good for me. look how much you came. ❜ with Hunter 👀

I’m still thinking about the masquerade fic and I am unwell

i am also unwell from that fic and it's clearly rewired my brain chemistry. please enjoy this smutty hors d'ouevres

So Good For Me

Summary: Hunter makes you cum. Really hard. That's it that's the fic. Prompt in bold.

Warnings: 18+ content, minors begone. f!reader, oral (f receiving), fingering, squirting, dirty talk, implied multiple orgasms

Word Count: 484

Hunter’s mouth suckling your clit as he pushes two crooked fingers up against your g-spot has obliterated all your ability to think coherently. Your focus is consumed by the growing, aching pleasure deep in your core, the impossible tightening of your muscles, and a foreign pressure right where Hunter pumps his fingers. You moan unabashedly, mewls and whimpers of pleasure echoing in the empty ship. 

The vibrations of Hunter’s growling groan against your cunt is what sends you rocketing over the edge. Your vision whites out as your back arches off the bunk, hands curled into claws as you scream. Hunter doesn’t let you move very far—his free hand presses on your hips to keep you steady—the added pressure makes your walls pulse harder.

And the orgasm never seems to end. Every additional stroke of Hunter’s calloused fingertips against your walls has you shaking and falling apart further. It’s only when he withdraws his lips from your clit that you’re able to breathe again. 

Legs quivering, all you can do is laugh uncontrollably, tears sliding down your cheeks. Your orgasm still continues to pulse and writhe within your core, every flex of your muscles making you yelp. Skin plastered to the thin sheets of the bunk, your entire body is damp, equal parts sweat, saliva, and slick. 

Hunter smooths a hand over your thigh, trailing kisses on your heated skin in the wake of the goosebumps that his touch elicits. Weakly raising your head, cunt squeezing around his fingers still buried in your wet heat, you meet his gaze. His eyes are dark, pupils blown wide, and his entire face shines with your arousal. Your release drips from his curls. 

“So good for me,” he husks, placing a delicate kiss to your swollen, oversensitive clit. “Look how much you came. Squirted all over me, sweetheart.”

Laughter dying out, a low whine catches in your throat, inexplicable embarrassment swelling up in a hot rush. You cover your face with both hands.

With a wet squelch, Hunter withdraws his fingers from your pussy to wrap his hands around your wrists. “Mesh’la,” he says, “look at me. S’nothin’ to feel shy about. That was the hottest kriffin’ thing you’ve ever done.”

Squinting at him from behind your fingers, you pout. “Not that time I asked you to breed me?”

He groans, biting his lip at the memory. His sound makes you shiver pleasantly. Relaxing, you let him pin your arms onto the bed once more. His eyes trail down your naked form, drinking in every part of your body. In contrast, he’s still fully clothed, his blacks tented where his cock stands at attention, and the neckline of his top dark with your release. He meets your gaze once again.

“You’re gonna be the death of me, mesh’la,” he says, a gentle smile tugging on his lips. “Now, let’s see if we can’t make you squirt again...”

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𝕥𝕖𝕔𝕙 𝕖𝕟𝕛𝕠𝕪𝕤 𝕞𝕖𝕤𝕤𝕒𝕘𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕥𝕙𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕕𝕒𝕪 ⋆*･ﾟ

Sometimes when he's right next to you.

"You have a piece of food stuck in your two front teeth."

"Why didn't you just tell me that... out loud? You're literally right next to me."

"I was already on my datapad. Craning my neck up and talking would require more energy. Wanted to save the time."

"...Sure, Tech. Thanks for telling me."

"Of course, dear."

Sometimes it's when he's away from you; his thoughts can't help but come to what he's missing.

"I saw a blooming Eucharis grandiflora while on a mission. Made me think of you. I have it tucked into a pocket in hopes of giving it to you when I return. It'll look even nicer in your hair, I believe. A picture is attached to the end of this message. Miss you endlessly, dear."

Other times it's funny little observations he would've kept to himself before.

"Crosshair seems more grouchy than usual today. I wonder what has got him hissing like a lothcat."

He'll message you in mass about whatever has raked his brain.

"Must finished a new coding project. I've really enjoyed learning the 'outdated' Coruscanti standard coding language, I do not know why they would change it, the commands are easy to use and they execute its orders well, and the new one is far too derivative I might say after using both..."

He's messaged many times:

"You look very nice today."

And in succession, send something along the lines of:

"Of course, you look nice everyday, but more so it feels in this moment. I hope I didn't cause any doubt or confusion, cyare. You're never not enchanting."

He'll ask you to grab things:

"Would you please go get me an R4 switch from the top shelf? I would, but I'm quite cramped under the board here. A thank you in advance."

And your favorite message you've gotten as you were falling asleep mindlessly scrolling on your data pad:

"I see you dozing off, dear. Go to my cot and rest. I'll join you soon. Goodnight, I love you."

a/n: bouta get on a plane in a few hours, wrote this at the gate while very bored lol. hope u enjoy the nonsensical tech brainrot 🤍 ~ tags: @pb-jellybeans @corrieguards @badbatchbabe @ladytano420 @jediknightjana @sleepycreativewriter @shinyshayminflower

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Tagged by: @lifblogs (Thank you! This is fun! ☺️)

Character I would marry: Din Djarin, no question. Strong capable protective low-drama type with a heart of gold? Yes please! (I would say Tech, but he belongs with Phee ❤️)

Character I would be best friends with: ooooh, tough choice... Any of the Bad Batch or Ghost crew, honestly, but since I should narrow it down my top three choices would be Tech (I would love listening to any and all info dumps!), Omega (she's so sassy and sweet and fun all at once), and Hera (love the motherly no-nonsense persona).

Character I'm most like: this is also really tough, because I don't know if I relate because I actually have those traits or because those are traits I admire. But I'm going to say Omega. I'm not nearly as all-around competent as her, but I do have a deep drive to help others, I love learning just about anything and everything, I have a sassy side though it doesn't often come out, and I very much relate to the chaotic family dynamics of lots of siblings.

Droid I'd like to own: Chopper, and I say this knowing full well he would drive me absolutely bonkers 😂

Object I'd like to own: Razor Crest, or Ezra's lightblaster

Place I'd like to visit most: Mandalore

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