#wrecker x trans reader

[waywardsou2]

Shirtless Cuddles with The Batch

Tags: Trans!Reader/M!Reader, masculine terms, AFAB reader, romantic but fluffy, cuddles, just general nice fluff, gayness

A/N: This is a scenario for all of my trans fellas out there. Or anyone that was born AFAB but isn't necessarily comfortable with their chest. How the Batchers would react if you wanted to sleep without your shirt on.

Basically, for context I am trans, and I am AFAB. I have not had top surgery yet but find it uncomfortable to sleep with my shirt on most nights. I've been stuck in the Bad Batch brain rot at the moment and was wondering what it would be like to cuddle with the Clones for the first time without a shirt on. In a fluffy romantic context tho. (I don't even know if any of this is making sense but if it does then please read on. Also I wanted to include Omega but didn't really know how to make that work so she unfortunately won't be in this one)

Scenario: You and your Clone are settling down for bed, it's been a long day and the missions have been rough recently. The two of you make your way to your shared quarters and you both begin changing for bed. You go to change out your shirt for another more comfortable one but you stop before you can even pull it over your head. You've been with your partner for a few years now and they know about your identity, they accept it wholeheartedly, but you've never taken the step to show them your body. You never felt ready, but something feels different tonight. "Hey, I want try something tonight?" Your Batcher turns to you and waits for you to respond looking slightly confused "I don't really want to wear my shirt tonight; it gets irritating sometimes. But I didn't know how you would react to my chest"

Hunter

Hunter turns to you and gives you a soft smile, he's knows that you toss and turn a lot of the night not being able to find a comfortable way to place your arms with your t-shirt twisted around you body. It the exact reason why he hardly wears a shirt in bead. He reaches forward and slips his fingers underneath your shirt, he looks at you for consent to keep going and when you nod, he gently pulls it over your head and tosses it aside. His hands rest on your hips, and he looks at you, he doesn't even bother to look at your chest. It doesn't matter to him, he loves you for you, not your body, he loves the handsome man standing in front of him.

The two of you walk over to the bed and settle under the covers, you turn inwards, so your chest is facing his and curl up, he wraps his arms around you, stroking the exposed skin of your back and gives you a soft kiss on the forehead before looking back into your eyes, softly he says, "You will always be my handsome man, no matter what."

And with that you rest your head on his chest and listen to his heartbeat as his torso rises and falls with each steady breath.

Crosshair

Crosshair looks at you with a small question on his furrowed brow "Why are you asking me? It's your body so it's your choice"

Knowing that's as about as good as a response you are going to get from him you turn around and pull your shirt off, discarding it.

He looks at the floor as you do so but when you turn back around he looks up, he looks at your chest briefly but only for a moment, your arms are crossed over it, but doesn't think much of it. Your chest doesn't change his image of you. He gives you a wry but reassuring grin and pulls you over to the bed and the two of you climb in.

He isn't wearing a shirt either so as he rolls over and pulls your back into his chest you can feel his breathing and his heartbeat and his warmth, the feeling very calming. He wraps his arms around your stomach careful to not touch your chest and pulls you closer to his so your spine curves into his chest.

He traces patterns into your stomach and lower chest, he traces a line up in the small space between your ribs in your upper chest, he does it slowly, creeping up ever so slightly and when you don't protest he lays his hand there, feeling your heartbeat. He sighs contentedly and so do you.

He gives you a kiss on the back of your head and mumbles "Love you" so quietly you almost don't hear it. You hum in response "Love you too Cross" and the two of you drift off to sleep.

Wrecker

Wrecker is a little slow on the uptake and doesn't quite understand what you are getting at, at first.

"Huh? What do you mean?"

"I wasn't born the same as you, remember? My chest isn't flat like yours"

He thinks for a moment and then it dawns on him what you are getting at "Oh?! Yeah, I did kinda forget, you are just so manly it's hard to remember that sometimes"

You laugh, he's so endearing and his blunt honestly makes your heart thrum with happiness. Even if he doesn't realise his comments about blatantly stating how "manly" you are always fill your heart fit to bursting.

"So is it ok?" you ask again

"Yeah?! Of course!" he cups your face in his hands and gives you a big kiss on the forehead.

You take a step back to take of your shirt and then you step into his space again and he gives you a massive bear hug, you let out a laugh as he throws you onto the bed. He dives after you and you are both a laughing mess. So much for going to sleep.

He pulls you over so you are laying on top of him and he wraps his arms tightly around you "You are amazing you know that?"

You giggle and reply "You're amazing too Wrecker" and with that you lay there together, humming and laughing softly, an endless loop of uncontainable happiness. You felt so lucky to be loved by someone like Wrecker.

Tech

Tech also doesn't quite understand, he looks at you quizzically and says "Yes? That is fine? Why do you ask?"

"Because it's important?" you respond a little upset by his blunt response

He thinks for a moment and studies your face as he does so, he seems to come to a conclusion and opens his mouth again "Would you like me to close my eyes or turn away?"

You shrug your shoulders noncommittally and Tech considers you for another moment, then his face lights up slightly, like a lightbulb going off in his head. He removes his goggles and places them beside your shared bed "There. This way I can't see and you know that I won't be able to see"

You chuckle at him, he's not wrong but it still feels a little bit silly. He seems to understand there is still some hesitancy and he takes your hand "You should only do what you are comfortable with, and you should know that I would never judge you for your body. No matter what"

He gives your hand a reassuring squeeze before he nods his head towards the bed. "Do you wish to cuddle or should I give you some space"

In response you scooch over to him and lay an arm over his side placing your head on his palm, which he turns over to cup the side of your face.

"Maybe one day you can ask the Kaminoan's to help alleviate your chest dysphoria. But you should know by now that your body will never define your gender."

His statement makes you tear up a little and you smile at him "Thank you Tech"

"It is no problem my dear"

Echo

Echo looks a little taken aback "Yes, that's fine" he doesn't really seem to know what to say, and neither do you.

Instead, you slip your shirt off and he looks away politely. You touch his arm to grab his attention and turn back but he continues to look at your feet.

"Can I look?" he asks shyly

"Yeah, that's the point silly" you say with a chuckle

"That's not exactly what I meant" he says even more quietly than before. "I mean can I look at you, all of you?"

You feel warmth creep up your neck and cheeks as he says this

"Y-yeah" you stutter out and he looks up at you.

He looks into your eyes first and then drops them to your chest, he doesn't say anything but he also doesn't look for very long. You stand there a little shy and a little self-conscious but he looks away quickly enough that you don't feel uncomfortable.

He takes his one good hand and raises it to your cheek, cupping it gently and you nuzzle into it humming.

"You are a very beautiful person. I feel like the luckiest Clone alive to be with someone as amazing as you. Thank you for feeling comfortable enough to share your body with me. I know that couldn't have been easy"

You smile back at him, a grin stretching its way across your face "You can't be the luckiest man alive because I have you, and that makes me the luckiest" He blushes in return, the deep red a stark contrast to his pale skin.

You both crawl into bed and you wrap your arms around each other and slowly doze off, never letting go of one another.

Hope you enjoyed! This one goes out to all my trans brothers out there!

!Feel free to request any other ideas that you would like me to write!

[green-alm0nd]

How each of the Bad Batch would react to

“I’m just so stupid! How can you possibly want to be around me?” Female / Male / GN Reader exclaims in tears.

+ possible Rex and other clones

[The Bad Batch x trans!male!reader (Headcanons)]: Light in the dark (+ Rex, Howzer & Fives)

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Summary:

You've been feeling very self-conscious lately. Your favourite clone is there to comfort you.

TRIGGER WARNINGS: Angst, trans reader, mentions of gender dysphoria, self hatred, mentions of mental breakdowns, overwhelming thoughts, comfort, established relationship. Not proofread. Kinda self indulgent but it doesn't really matter.

A/N: I was looking for one of these type of requests for pride month heehee

Enjoy!

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HUNTER:

Hunter could feel something odd happening around you. He knew you had been struggling with gender dysphoria for a long time, and that odd feeling was the one he used to assign whenever you felt that dysphoria crawling back up.

So, he ran. He ran towards your shared bunk with a slight hint of worry on his heart. He found you crying, sitting down, probably in the middle of a mental breakdown, clenching your chest with tears in your eyes.

He kneeled down, looking into your eyes and asking what was wrong, before you said in tears:

"I'm just so stupid! How can you possibly want to be around me?"

His eyes widened and a pang on his chest brought him back to the gravity of the situation.

He placed his arms around your figure, hugging you tightly.

"You're not stupid. You're amazing, you're resilient. And I love you because of that. I want to be around you, you're an awesome person. Never forget that, trooper." He said.

That gave you enough comfort to believe his words.

ECHO:

Echo came back from a long mission, and headed to your bunk. It was clear that something had happened, since he heard your sobs from across the door. He know you've struggled after you came out as trans, and he's been supportive throughout the entire path. Still, he know it's hard to keep it fine sometimes.

He opened the door, and saw you crying, hugging your arms, with your head low. The clone's expression softened, slowly walking closer to make you know he was there and in order not to scare you.

He sat down besides you, wrapping an arm around your small figure before he heard you say:

"I'm just so stupid! How can you possibly want to be around me?"

To this, his eyes widened, and he pulled you even closer, letting you cry.

"That's not true...you're not stupid. You're a brave man, and I love you so much for that." He said, kissing your forehead.

Echo is not a fan of physical touch, whether it's given or received. However, in moments like this, he doesn't mind giving you physical affection for as long as you'd like.

And you love him for that.

WRECKER:

He knows something is wrong immediately. He may act silly, but he's not dumb. He knows when you're feeling down, and he's been with you every single time you broke down in tears. He's the same with his brothers: he's the glue that kept Crosshair and Hunter from fighting so many times. He's the glue that kept you away from hurting most of the time.

Wrecker knew you were trans. He once tried to beat up a guy for misgendering you, but it's not like he can do that every time because 1) He'll draw attention to himself and the Bad Batch is not on the position to draw attention, and 2) It will make Hunter upset and won't let him go eat Mantell mix with you and Omega.

He opened the door, and saw you on the floor, hugging your knees. He felt his heart beat faster, concern washing all over his face. He also got worried when he heard you say:

"I'm just so stupid! How could you possibly want to be around me?"

To this, he gave you the biggest hug he's ever given you. He never really knew what boundaries were, he didn't know that word existed. But, he wasn't good at keeping boundaries when it came to hugging in middle of panic attacks, but he just had to do it because it's the only way he shows comfort.

"Come here. You're okay, you're fine. You're not stupid, you're pretty dang smart! And besides, who will I share Mantell Mix with whole Omega isn't here if it isn't you?" He said.

That definitely made you laugh.

TECH:

This man has, of course, studied about your emotions. When you feel them, what that emotion is associated to/with, if there's a reason it even 'triggered' whether it's positive or negative...

Like I said, he has studied your emotions. And it doesn't take a handsome man, with brown hair and goggles to understand and see that you're not doing well based on your position, and the tears flowing in your face. And, you told him you were trans and still struggling with gender dysphoria, so he figured it was linked to that this time.

He also understands why, but he is surprised when he hears you say:

"I'm just so stupid! How could you possibly want to be around me!"

Tech gets very uncomfortable when it comes to showing physical affection. Though there's small moments when he doesn't mind showing his love for you.

"Sarad, I do not think you're thinking clearly. You are not stupid, nor anything similar. You are a valuable team member and this group could not have done remarkable things without you. I also feel rather flattered when I find out that you listen to me when I speak. Which is something Crosshair lacks on, for example." He explained, awkwardly placing an arm around you.

He's very awkward when it comes to this stuff but he doesn't mind giving a thirty minute rant on how much he appreciates and loves you.

CROSSHAIR:

This man notices everything. He may not have Hunter's enhanced senses nor Tech's ability to notice things based on actions; but he has the eye of a hawk and a sharp mind. Of course, he knew you were trans. And it wasn't the first time that he had seen you break down and be mad at yourself. He tried multiple times to change that, and he still tries.

He enters your shared room, keeping some distance between you two to give you space, especially since you were crying and breaking down, hugging yourself while you sat on the bed. His gaze softened when he heard you say:

"I'm just so stupid! How could you possibly want to be around me?"

He slowly got closer, to the point where he sat down on the bed and gave the side of your forehead a small kiss.

"I've felt the same for a long time, and those thoughts bring no good for you. Trust me." He said, staring at you. Crosshair grabbed your chin, and forced you to look at him.

"You...gave me a second chance when no one did. I owe you that, and much more." He swore.

He gave you another kiss on your forehead before he placed an arm around you.

REX (bonus)

Now, Rex doesn't have enhanced senses, a great mind nor an eye of a hawk. But, he has a big heart and more than half of it belongs to you. You and the clone have been dating for a while, and he can tell when you're not doing alright. Especially, when you told him that sometimes gender dysphoria gets a bit hard to handle.

He come back to your shared barrack, only to see you crying with your back against the wall, curled in a ball. He quickly closed the door, and ran towards you.

He kneeled down, asking if you were okay, before he heard the words:

"I'm just so stupid! How could you possibly want to be around me?"

He pulled you close, hugging you tightly before he let go, and smothered your face with kisses.

"I can't believe you're saying that! You're not stupid! You're beautiful!" He said, between kisses.

"I love being around you, sarad! You're one of the best thins that's ever happened to me! Of course I want to be around you!" He exclaimed.

HOWZER (bonus)

Howzer is like Rex. He came back from a tiring mission on Ryloth, and he only wanted to see you. However, it broke his heart to see you cry, and to see how bad you were doing. He felt guilty for not being there that often, since he was always in missions.

He took off his chest plate, and sat down next to you. He waited for you to speak, but when you didn't speak for a long time, he opened his mouth for you to say:

"I'm just so stupid! How could you possibly want to be around me?"

He placed an arm around you, pulling you closer to his chest.

"Don't listen to the voices, please." He whispered, hugging you.

He knows you've struggled with gender dysphoria, and he's tried to make the voices smaller. However, he knows it's not always easy, and that they come out pretty often.

"You're an amazing person. Those who don't want to be around you don't know what they're losing. You're a great friend, and a pretty great boyfriend too." He reassured.

FIVES (bonus)

Fives used to be the type of boyfriend to distract you from the voices by doing things together: watching a holomovie, playing games, etc. However, when he realised your body dysphoria was getting worse, he knew he had to change his strategy. He bought you a few binders a long time ago, and you've used them plenty of times.

He still hated to see you cry. Especially when you sounded so broken. Though, Fives always came to the rescue. This time, too.

He entered your shared apartment, and saw you sobbing on the sofa. He approached you and hugged you close, but his eyes widened when he heard you say:

"I'm just so stupid! How could you possibly want to be around me?"

His expression softened, and he forced you to look at him by placing his hands on your cheeks.

"I won't let you say that, 'aight? You're far from stupid! You're smart, brave and strong. Heck, the entire 501st wants to meet you! They adore you and so do I!" He said, with a soft smile.

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HAPPY PRIDE MONTH!!!! 🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️

As a trans male boy, I feel so proud that there's a month of representation for me, and for others like me!

Anyway, I hope you enjoyed your request anon! Stay safe and remember to drink water!

[zoeykallus]

Master List/Stuff I Wrote Part 6

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

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

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MAUL

Maul x Fem!Reader - Damsel In Distress

The Bad Batch

The Bad Batch/Rex/Wolffe/Gregor/Howzer x Reader HCs - Proud Family Moment

The Bad Batch/Cody x Reader HCs - The Flinch

The Bad Batch x Afab!Reader HCs - Struggling With PMDD

The Bad Batch x Reader HCs - Your Social Media

The Bad Batch x Reader HCs - Abandonment Issues

The Bad Batch x Reader HCs - Accidental Proposal

The Bad Batch x DominantFem!Reader HCs - Who's In Control?

The Bad Batch x Reader - Burnout

The Bad Batch x Fem!Reader HCs - Clumsy

The Bad Batch x Reader HCs - Enemies To Lovers

The Bad Batch x Fem!Reader HCs - When I See You Dance With Another

The Dad Batch x Offspring!Reader HCs

The Bad Batch x Reader HCs - A Restorative Hug

The Bad Batch x Fem!Reader HCs - Husband And Daddy?

The Bad Batch x Reader HCs - Sleepy Mix-Ups

The Bad Batch x Fem!Reader HCs - The Sparring Partner

TBB x Gender-neutral Reader (Extended) HCs – Lost Something? Part 1 Of 5 Hunter

TBB x Gender-neutral Reader (Extended) HCs – Lost Something? Part 2/3/4/5

The Bad Batch x Reader HCs - Crocheted With Love

The Bad Batch x Reader HCs - That Little Bite

HUNTER

Hunter x Jedi Fem! Reader One-shot - Perceptions And Senses

Hunter x Fem!Reader One-Shot - The Savior

Imperial Hunter x Fem!Reader One-Shot - Little Smuggler

Hunter x Fem!Reader - One-Shot - Love And Lotion

Hunter x Jedi/Reader - One-Shot - The Things We Do For Love

The Bad Batch/ Mayday/Rex x Fem!Reader Prompts – Confessions

Part 2/7 - Hunter

CROSSHAIR

Crosshair x Fem!Reader One-Shot - The Unexpected Gentleness

Crosshair x Fem!Reader One-shot (Smut)

Crosshair x Fem!Reader One-shot - Don't Let Go Of Me

The Bad Batch/ Mayday/Rex x Reader Prompts – Confessions

Part 3/7 - Crosshair

WRECKER

Dom!Wrecker x SubFem!Reader One-shot - My Naughty Little Girl

The Bad Batch/ Mayday/Rex x Reader Prompts – Confessions

Part 5/7 - Wrecker

TECH

Tech x Reader One-Shot - Loving Care

Tech x Fem!Reader One-Shot - Close And Real

Tech x Fem!Reader One-shot - AFTER THE FALL

Tech x Fem!Reader Smut One-Shot (Pollen Trope)

Tech x Fem!Reader One-shot - The Teacher

Tech x Fem!Reader – One-Shot – Distractions The Bad Batch/ Mayday/Rex x Reader Prompts – Confessions

Part 1/7 - Tech

ECHO

Echo x Fem!Reader One-Shot - Without Words

The Bad Batch/ Mayday/Rex x Reader Prompts – Confessions

REX

Rex x F!Reader One-Shot - My Love

CLONES

Crosshair x Afab!Reader x Mayday One-Shot - Keeping You Warm On A Cold Night (NO CLONECEST)

Hound x GN!Reader – One-Shot – Grizzer On The Loose

Rex/Fives/Hardcase/Echo/Jesse/Heavy/Kix x FTM Trans Jedi!Reader HCs - Who You Really Are

Wolffe/Rex/Jesse x Reader HCs - How They Fall In Love With You

[skellymom]

"Bring Me To My Knees" PART 2

Crosshair/Hunter x Reader Non Gendered SMUT++

Dividers by the talented: @saradika and @4ngelic-wh1spers

Background: Reader and Crosshair are separated from the group during the rescue of Omega and Tech from Mt Tantiss. Two broken people trying to get by in the galaxy. Then two broken people finally dealing with what happened to their group.

Word Count: 2.3K

Warning: Star Wars Canon violence, angst, death of major character, sadness, crying, guilt, permanent injury, stuff blowing up, swearing, kissing, intercourse, heavy petting, bite kind, blood kink, pain kink, spank kink, smutty/lemony content, lovers triangle with Hunter and Crosshair.

FOR CLARITY, HUNTER FLASHBACK SMUT SCENE IN CHAPTER 1. THE CROSSHAIR SMUT SCENE IS IN THIS CHAPTER 2. Broke this up in 2 chapters because I just couldn't stop writing...and 4K might be too much for one sitting.

I purposely wrote the reader in this fic to be of no specific gender. Tried to carefully craft the sexual scenes to accommodate either gender/non gendered/trans/genderfluid/non-binary. Everyone has hills, valleys, sexual organs, nipples, and erogenous zones. I wrote them into the story, but it's up to you dear reader to put your imagination to work. Hope I have done a good enough job that you can enjoy yourself with Hunter and Crosshair without breaking immersion!

To read Chapter 1:

https://www.tumblr.com/skellymom/744267915687264256/bring-me-to-my-knees-part-1?source=share

The intel proved to be correct. You and Crosshair traveled to an uncharted planet well past the Outer Rim. A quiet unassuming place to start planning a burgeoning Rebellion. 

He piloted. As your ship entered planetary airspace several Rebel ships swooped in as escorts. The Rebel base radioed in to confirm your status. 

“Crosshair, Clone Force 99 and Y/N, civilian. We are Rebel sympathizers wanting to join the Rebel cause and find our lost family and squad members.” You replied. 

“Authenticating data. Hold your position.” 

Silence as you and Crosshair waited on bated breath. 

“You are clear to land. We will perform a customary inspection of your transport. Then check your gunnery and weapons at the docking station armory.” 

“They’ll be taking my rifle OVER my DEAD body.” Crosshair snarked. 

“Toothpick?” 

“Hhm?” 

“It’s your gun, NOT your dick. Let them do their job.” 

He sighed and shook his head. 

Word must have spread fast. No sooner did you land than Omega was out the bay door jumping up and down in excitement. 

Crosshair barely got the gangplank down on the ship. You jumped over the stairs and landed on your hands and knees. Sprung up and ran to her. 

Omega knocked you over with her embrace. You were both laying there crying. She had grown two heads taller and much stronger too. 

Rebel soldiers had come out to check the validity of your claims. They stood aside seeing at least one of their residents recognize you. They had witnessed MANY reunions just like this as people were finding their way to the planet.  

There was more: Wrecker wasn’t far behind. He scooped you both up and hugged you fiercely. 

“AWWW...SO GLAD YOU’RE HERE! MISSED YA HORRIBLY!!!” Wiping away tears. 

Echo approached with Phee. 

Wrecker let you go, and you embraced them both with each arm. 

“Phee...what happened???” Her beautiful hair was gone. Head covered and tied fashionably with a scarf. Burn scar down one side of her face. You noticed one hand had scars as well. 

She shot Echo a strange look, then shrugged and perked up. “It’s growing back. Getting bacta therapy for the scars.” 

“Tech? Hunter? Are they here?” 

Echo answered “Come inside. We’ll get you settled.” 

“Wait, I didn’t come alone.” 

You turned towards your ship. Crosshair was standing at the bottom of the stairs. 

Omega gave him a bear hug. He had allowed her that. Wrecker stood a few feet away watching them.  

Echo took your hand. “Let’s give them some time to catch up.” 

He and Phee led you inside the base past bustling personnel.  

“Wait...I didn’t check my blaster...” 

“That’s ok” Phee patted your shoulder. “We vouched for you. Crosshair though...” 

You approached an open medical station with bacta tanks lined up...recognizing... 

“TECH!” 

He bobbed merrily in the solution, waving at your arrival. 

You stopped to see he was missing both legs...just like Echo. There were scars all over his body, some weren’t present during his rescue. Tech saw your face and immediately started signing in Basic. 

It is no major loss. I will be fine. Only 20 more rotations within this tank, then I shall be fitted for my prosthetics...please...don’t cry. 

Things were starting to come together...Phee’s hair loss and burns...the Marauder being hit... 

“WHERE’S HUNTER???” You yelled it in a panic. 

Echo stepped in and took your hand. “Y/N... he...” The look on his face told you this wouldn’t be good news. Echo’s eyes registered the scarf draped around your neck. 

There was a commotion behind you at the entrance of the base. Crosshair’s voice. Arguing with two Rebel troopers over his lack of compliance regarding check-in. 

“Sir! We need you to...” 

“NOT NOW! Can’t you see MY PARTNER is in distress!!!” 

The trooper grabbed his arm. Crosshair immediately disarmed the man and put his ass on the floor. Then handed the troopers gun to HIS partner sneering, “I said FUCK OFF!” 

The second trooper took the gun and commed for backup. 

Crosshair stalked over gently putting his hands on your shoulders. Fixing Echo with his baleful stare. “Where’s Hunter?” 

Echo fixed you both with his amber eyes. He sighed; his expression was so sad. “I’ll take you to him.” 

Tech tapped on the tank to get Crosshair’s attention. Cross glanced over shocked. He hadn’t recognized who was in there. Then he noticed Tech’s condition. 

I’ll be ok brother. He signed.  

Tech put his hand up against the glass. Crosshair placed his on the other side against Tech’s. 

The trooper’s backup arrived and trained their blasters on Crosshair. He turned and eyed them menacingly. Then dropped his hands from your shoulders, one of which you grabbed. 

“Don’t start any shit, Toothpick. Please, this isn’t the time.” Squeezing his hand firmly. 

He squeezed your hand back and stood down. 

“Break it up Trooper. These are friendlies.” Captain Rex emerged from the back of the squad. 

“But sir, he assaulted one of our Rebel staff. And he refused to check his rifle.” Pointing to Stormpuncher mounted on Crosshair’s back. 

“I’ll handle it, Trooper. You are all dismissed.” 

The Rebel squad eyed Crosshair uneasily as they filed away from the scene. 

“Good to see you both alive and well.” Rex smiled genuinely. “But I’ll let Echo catch you up on everything.” He nodded to Echo and stepped away. 

At this point Wrecker and Omega joined the group. 

“Follow me.” Echo instructed. 

You glanced at Tech as the group started to walk away. He smiled wistfully.  

“I got them Brown Eyes.” She winked at Tech, and he winked back. But he still looked concerned. 

Phee put her arm around your shoulder and walked with you. Crosshair followed at your other side silently. 

The group filed through the whole facility: past logistics, maintenance, troop training, mess, quarters, a small prison area (mostly empty), daycare, pet kennel, a few non-descript departments, and finally to the back end of the facility. The group approached heavy double doors. 

There was a sense of dread in your chest. Everyone was quiet. Echo looked heartbroken as he swiped his key card over the lock mechanism.  

The doors opened to the outside. A HUGE garden stretching for over a mile...planted with the bodies of those fallen from the Empire. Headstones, holoshrines, helmets, and all manner of tributes marked each plot. Adults, children, military, civilians, even service animals. Droids who could not be repaired were erected as tribute statuary with holoplaques proclaiming their sacrifice. 

Hunter was there. Laid to rest several rows down from the entrance. 

The realization hit you like a ton of bricks. 

“This isn’t real...” Shaking your head but staring straight ahead at Hunter’s helmet propped up on his plot. “NO... can’t.” Tears running down your face. 

Phee rubbed your back. “I’m SO sorry.” She was crying too. “Broody saved my life. I almost burned to death.” She pulled off the scarf to reveal the severity of her injuries. “I’m the reason he’s here.” 

Wrecker piped up “Noo, that’s not true. He would’ve done it for anyone on that ship.” He hugged Phee. 

Survivor’s guilt. Your heart went out to her.    

Crosshair took your hand and silently encouraged you to step down into the memorial and go to Hunter’s plot. You inhaled and stepped down...then your legs gave out. Crosshair grabbed your right shoulder. Echo ran over and supported your left. 

They led you to the plot. Wrecker, Phee, and Omega stayed behind. 

Soft grass was planted for whomever wished to sit and visit. Hunter’s helmet was surrounded by vivid red Poppies in full bloom. Echo seated you upon the grass. Crosshair kneeling beside you.  

“Can I do anything at all for you both.” He inquired. 

Silence. 

“Uh...I’ll give you some privacy.” 

“Echo?” 

“Yeah?” 

You swept him up in a hug again. “Thank you...for everything.” Tears returning. 

“Oh, of course.” He embraced you back. Holding on for some time. 

Echo patted your back and cleared his throat. He let go and wiped a tear from his face. 

Then he was gone.   

Crosshair sat stone faced staring at Hunter’s helmet bereft of emotion. It was the best he could do at this moment. 

You took off the red scarf, slipped it over Hunter’s helmet, and arranged it as if draped off Hunter’s own shoulders. 

Like he was sitting right in front of you with his bucket on... 

A sudden loud sob escaped. Each exhalation became louder until it ended in a scream. Your face red and pressed into the warm grass. Watering Hunter’s grave with your tears. Freeing the emotion out of the pit of your being. Screaming, sobbing until empty, finally collapsing from exhaustion. 

The afternoon progressed and the sun started to dip down towards the horizon. 

“Hey” Crosshair nudged you from disassociation. “Let’s go.” 

Numb, you let him haul you up under the shoulders. Standing, your vision went snowy and black.   

Crosshair must have carried you to the ship. The next few days were a blur, you slept through most of it. He hovered, fixing ration soup and just about threatening to force feed you. Trading whatever he could for black market sweets just to get ANYTHING into your belly. You barely remember Echo, Wrecker, Omega, or Phee visiting. Or AZI monitoring your vitals, reporting them well within range, that it was “only” grief and would eventually pass. 

Finally, after days in your bunk Crosshair had enough. 

“Soup!” He poked you awake. 

“Whaa?” Weakly turning over, burrowing under the blanket. 

“Get up. You STINK!” 

“Fuck off Crossy...” 

“Get up, or I’m throwing you INTO the refresher. Clothes and all.” 

You ignored him. 

Crosshair reached under the blanket and yanked you up. You caterwauled hurling swears, too weak to fight. But you were strong enough to hold on. 

He opened the refresher door and attempted to set you down. You stuck to him like shit on a Bantha’s behind. It turned into a wrestling match, both of you swearing at one another. One hand pried off him, then another would latch on, finally tearing his shirt to shreds. 

Cross gave up and flipped on the water soaking you both. The cold spray only made you hold on tighter, pressing against his chest for warmth. He gave up, sighed, adjusted the temp to warm. 

“Will you wash my hair?” 

Sighing again. “Yes.” 

You let go and turned your back to him. Crosshair lathered up his hands. 

“Wait.” You pulled the soaked T-shirt over your head and threw it in the corner of the shower. Now you're only clad in underwear. “Ok.” 

He applied the shampoo and did one helluva job massaging it into your hair. You smiled and groaned at the sensation. He finished by twisting the hair into a soapy point atop your head. 

“Will you wash my back and neck?” 

Heavy sigh. But he did. His hands were amazing. 

“Toothpick, will...” 

“I’m NOT washing your dirty ass...or anything else. You can reach.” Cross rinsed his hands and exited the refresher, leaving you to finish the job. 

You finally exited the shower feeling and smelling much better. 

Clean towels and comfy clothing were waiting for you. A non-descript box sat atop them.  

Dried, dressed, brushed your hair and nasty teeth. Then opened the box. The beautiful black and silver scarf from Mel and Marv’s stand. Toothpick paid attention...and had held on to it the whole time. 

You put it on and made your way back through the darkened ship. 

Crosshair was waiting, sitting on a blanket spread out on the floor. There was a multitude of fresh food and rations upon it. Also, a lit candle in the middle. The kind he would razz you about that “smelled like flowers and shit.” 

You smiled. “Is this a date?” Attempting some levity. 

“Sit your ass down and eat.” 

“Thank you.” Caressing the scarf around your neck. 

“For what?” He played dumb. You could see he noticed. 

“Everything. Being there for...” You couldn’t bear to speak it. “Taking care of me, this food...” 

“Can’t have you dying on me. Would have smelled worse than you already did.” 

“Oh...and that shower brawl...” looking up from your food. “THAT was certainly SOMETHING.” 

Crosshair grinned. “You owe me a new shirt.” 

“Do I, now? Well, don’t wear clothes in the refresher when you decide to throw me in.” 

He cocked an eyebrow while biting into a ration bar. 

“Then when I grab something, it’ll be foreplay.” 

Crosshair choked on his food. 

You stuffed yourself full. Satisfied, thanking Crosshair again (who rolled his eyes), and wandered back to your bunk. 

He had changed the bedding out while you were in the refresher. It was clean and the blanket turned over, inviting you to slide in. 

It felt wonderful burrowing into the clean sheets. 

But sleep was elusive tonight. 

The grief was still too much for you both. 

Two people alone on a dark, silent ship. The distance between you palpable. 

“Are...you awake?” he furtively asked with hushed tones in the dark. 

“Umhmm.” Intrigued as to why he asked. Sitting up and sliding your legs off to the side of the bunk. 

Silence. 

You sat there in the dark waiting for an answer. 

More silence... 

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...then Crosshairs hand gently smoothing away the hair from your temple. 

You immediately embraced him tightly. 

He falters for just a beat.  Body frozen for what seems like an eternity.  Would this scare him away? 

Then you feel his arms encircle you, lips upon your cheek...kissing down to your lips. 

Unable to hold back any further, you turn your head to meet his lips to yours. 

Mouths opening to breathe into the well of one another.  Sliding upon each other passionately.  Breaths furiously taken in between long heated kisses. 

Then parting quickly to pull the clothing from each other's body.  Almost ripping the cloth away from bare skin.  Occasional moans of longing for skin-to-skin contact. 

Finally free of constraints, he stops to visually take you in... 

...he’s waited SO LONG for this moment. Couldn’t help admiring your strength while rescuing him on Tantiss...but finding out you bonded romantically to Hunter... 

“I... I’m afraid...” Terror and shame on his face. 

This shocks you to hear such words fall from his lips. He’s so VULNERABLE...kneeling next to you proclaiming his feelings. 

You reach out and stroke the side of his face, then firmly grip this chin. “So am I. But it’s just the two of us now.” 

You both stare into the lonely abyss of each other's eyes. 

“And I CAN’T STAND being alone.” 

“Then you WON’T be...EVER” He reaches out across the space between, pulling you to his body. His heat, his need. 

You have your own need, your heat blazes HOT with his deep kisses. Tongues intertwining.  

Then he pulls away to bury his face next to your ear whispering EVERY DIRTY THING he’s going to do to you while nuzzling and nipping your ear. Rubbing his hard cock along your shin, sliding along the wetness it leaves behind. 

You moan loudly...” Oh...fuck me...” 

“Mhmm...” trailing his tongue down your neck. His hands caressing the inside of your thighs. Stopping just short of your sex. Teasing his fingers around it...teasing you into fever pitch. 

Your hand on his shoulder digs your nails into his flesh. He moans in ecstasy from the pain. Trailing down your chest to nip and lick at your nipples. Crosshair stares up adoringly with half hooded eyes. 

His hand casually brushes your sex and trails away. 

Smiling while he teases. 

You grip the edge of the bunk, bracing your feet on the floor, and buck out your hips in the air, gasping, baring your teeth. 

Then he playfully but firmly slaps your sex. 

It pisses you off while turning you on at the same time. The tension building. 

His cock is SO slippery against your leg. The breath coming from him labored and shaky. Tracing your thighs just so closely to where you want to be stimulated, then away again. 

“FUCK ME!” You growl deeply through your teeth.  Something FERAL awakening in you. Shaking, sweating, digging harder into his shoulder. It starts to bleed, and his eyes roll back in his head.  

His facial expression turns intense. He slaps your sex again. You moan louder, then growl again. 

The teasing. It’s driving you INSANE. 

He knows you’re about to lose it... 

Crosshair stops kissing your chest, put’s his snarky, sexy, come-fuck-me-face up to your ear...  

“...Mmm...bite me...” 

Back somewhere in your sexually addled lizard brain registers this could be literal instead of figurative. 

And he slaps you...ONE MORE TIME... 

Without thinking you sink your teeth into his other shoulder. Blood seeping into your mouth. 

Crosshair screams out in fevered sexual ecstasy...frotting his weeping cock furiously against your leg. 

His slapping hand comes back fully on your sex, furiously stimulating... 

...kneading... 

...filling up your intimate spaces... 

...sliding.... 

...you buck your hips tightly against the hand that services you... 

...as the pressure of your molars squeeze the flesh of his shoulder...it’s heavenly pressure...the taste of copper as you suck it down... 

Crosshair’s fevered thrusts of his hips. 

The fevered ministrations of his hand. 

Ragged breaths mixed with groans...whimpers... 

You release your mouth from his shoulder, as you gasp for air... blood trailing down his back from the punctures. Small crimson rivulets running down your chin, neck, across your erect nipples...you fall back...Pressing your head into the bunk...eyes widening...mouth open. His left hand on the small of your back like a spotter, his right sending you over the edge... 

Clenching your abdomen...you feel that tickle...the beginning of... 

Crosshair stops and pulls his hand away. You grab his arm devastated, angry even to be thwarted from your orgasm. 

Breathlessly “I want to FEEL you...from the INSIDE.” It’s not presented as a question. But he’s waiting for your consent. 

You reach down, stroke his sopping wet member. He moans and shudders. Then brush a ghost of a kiss across Crosshair’s forehead as you scoot fully onto the bunk and open yourself up to him. Your seductive gaze is inviting. 

Up off his knees, he slinks over you on the bunk. Staring like a hungry animal.  

For a fleeting moment, you don’t see Crosshair there...just Hunter. Your desire threatens to topple over into grief...all these emotions bubbling up from the surface. That scar will NEVER be totally healed. The sadness that will NEVER totally leave. 

Crosshair watches the subtle changes of your expression and senses this. He understands. While there are differences, it’s his loss too. 

He covers his body with yours, basking in the warmth skin to skin. Then takes your face in his hands. Touching foreheads, he whispers promises for you both in the future. All the things you will do together and the burdens you will both share and support each other through. Every one of them ends with a kiss as a promise.  

“I’m not Hunter...but...I’ll work on being a better man than I was in my past.”  

“I don’t want you to live in Hunter’s shadow. You’re different. Our relationship will be different.” 

Silence. 

“I’m SO SORRY you lost your brother.” 

Crosshair covers his face with his hand. Silent tears spill out between his fingers. 

You say no more and hold him tightly. Knowing it was A LOT for him to even let go like this. Knowing the relationship, he had with especially Hunter was fraught with so much emotional angst. And the heavy burden Crosshair holds about the horrible things he did at the end. 

You both lay there for some time wrapped up together in each other's arms...just being. Crosshair’s head resting on your chest, listening to your heartbeat. You rubbing gentle circles though his hair. 

Finally, he speaks, “Would you like me to finish?” Looking up at you seriously with those intense dark eyes. 

You read him like a book. He knows you too well now. There’s a deep care for one another. But you both know the sex tonight will be for dealing with the grief. That's ok though. It’s an unspoken agreement of how this will help the two of you bond and heal.  

You’ll both drink, fight, fuck, laugh, and all manner of things together while dealing with this shared grief. Whatever gets you by. It’ll bind you both thick as thieves. 

“Yes.” 

He kisses down your body to your sex. Licking, sucking, lavishing you with an intensity that prevents you from lying still. All the while grinding his returned erection into the sheets, soaking them. 

You both begin to get vocal. He adds more stimulation with his fingers, driving you wild. Grasping the bedding, you arch your back again. With the pressure in your core, his tongue wetly sliding over your sex...your breathing reaches a fever pitch...the tingling returns... 

“Crosshair...” 

He stops, sits up, gently pulls your hips to position, and slides his length into you. 

“Fuuuck...” he groans loudly, slowly pulling out, then slowly sliding in...he wants to feel it ALL. No rush. Just the amazing sensation...every inch...of him...against you... 

...sliding out... 

...sliding in... 

His legs are shaking. 

Your breath not just respirations but moans to the timing of his thrusts. 

...sliding out... 

...sliding in... 

Crosshair’s eyes are hooded in desire. He can see you’re about to cum. A crooked, horny smile crosses his face. 

The tingle becomes a wave... 

IT RUSHES THROUGH YOU like beautiful warm surf racing towards your sex... 

...and reaches its destination... 

You arch your back deeper...He’s watching you at the apex of your orgasm. Time seems to slow down for a few seconds. Eyes open with no angst, anger, judgement, spite, sass...his eyes...the window to a man WIDE OPEN at this moment in time. He’s telling you with his eyes what his voice could not.  

You’re staring above right into those eyes as your head presses just a centimeter deeper into the bedding...you inhale DEEPLY as those warm tendrils explode deep at the base of your core.  

Orgiastic moan-scream comes from your mouth so intensely you feel it in the roof of your mouth. Vision fuzzing out slightly. Tiny warm explosions of nerves firing everywhere in your body.  

Crosshair squeezes you tightly, screaming gutturally, eyes shut tight, and shuddering inside you with his own climax. Both of your sensory stimuli shut out to the outside world: Only aware of you both connected at the junction of your bodies.  

And then the orgasm dissipates like a wave being pulled back out to sea. Seafoam settling in and tickling the shoals of your sex.  

You feel warm and tingly...the rush of all those endorphins. He collapses gently on top of you. Gathering each other up in embrace. 

laying in each other’s arms realizing the future is wide open. It's a bit daunting...scary even. But you have each other. And, for now, that will do. 

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could you write tbb helping a trans/ftm reader out with their dysphoria? It’s okay if not, I know an anon gave you shit for writing about trans stuff but honestly as a trans person I’m grateful you write things for different types of readers.

Body Dysphoria

All Bad Batch Boys X Trans (female-to-male) reader

The boys help you with your body dysphoria.

warnings: mentions of body dysphoria, transitioning, insecure reader and mentions of self doubt but comfort from the boys. Platonic or romantic relationship, you decide.

A/N: sorry for the delay anon. And thank you for the support, hope this is okay - I’ve never done anything like this before and ngl, I don’t think I’ve hit the brief very well but regardless enjoy ♥️

Echo

Echo was the first to notice a difference in your behaviour. He had seen the way you would purposely ignore mirrors or any reflections and it was hard to watch sometimes. So one evening, he pulls you aside for a chat.

“Hey, are you doing alright?” You glance at the hand he rested on your should and quip a eyebrow at him, a little confused.

“Yeah, why?”

When he told you that he saw you avoiding mirrors, you suddenly grow a little shy. “Oh, you noticed that?” You mutter, rubbing your hand against the back of your neck.

Echo smiled softly but nodded. “Wanna tell me what that’s about?”

“I don’t know,” you shrug although you were well aware, “I just… I don’t feel how I want to feel.”

“And how is it you want to feel?” He promoted you gently to which you inhaled deeply and shrugged shyly.

“I guess I kinda want to feel how you do. More masculine, I don’t know.” You avoid eye contact with him, almost afraid he would have a disgusted look on his face but as he takes a step closer to you, placing a hand back to your shoulder to which you meekly look up at him.

“If that’s what you want, there is nothing here to stop you. Do whatever it takes to make you comfortable. Safe. Happy.”

Hunter

“You are aware that’s my shirt, right?”

You freeze, eyes wide and turn to face Hunter as he caught you holding his shirt up to your body and imagining yourself in it.

“Kriff, sorry.” You mumble apologetically, folding up his shirt and placing it back on his rack and turn to see his curious gaze.

“That’s alright but can I ask what you were doing?”

Your stomach churns and you really couldn’t come up with any excuse other than the truth which you just weren’t willing to share just yet. However, you had a feeling that Hunter already knew.

He takes in your silence and nods slowly. “Well, which one do you want?”

You blink at him, mouth parted and shocked evident on your face. “Oh I uh-.”

Hunter grabs a blue shirt, one he rarely wears and hands it over to you. “How about this one?”

For a second, you felt emotional. Hunter didn’t even question why you wanted one of his shirts but over the last few weeks he had sensed a change in you. One that left you excited but a little nervous.

You take the fabric into your hand, gave Hunter a gracious smile. “Do you think blue will suit me?”

“You tell me,” he leans against the wall with his arms folded, “or we could go out and buy some new clothes for when you’re ready to…you know.” he trails off, unsure how to approach the topic but nonetheless you’re appreciative of his silent support.

He had noticed your internal battle for a while, noticing how uncomfortable you are with your now old clothes. And as he saw you as someone he held dear, it was his duty to make you comfortable if you were to travel the galaxy with him.

Wrecker

“Are you okay?” For someone so loud and boisterous, Wrecker had such a gentle whisper.

You tilt your head to the side, looking over at him and raise a brow. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

“I don’t know, you just uh… not been ya self lately.” He rubs the back of his neck, almost sheepish to ask you that question in the first place. But, he wasn’t wrong. You had been feeling rather low in yourself lately and if you were going to talk to anyone about it, it would’ve always been Wrecker.

Quietly you sigh and turn over fully in your bunk to face Wrecker whose was opposite yours, keeping voices hushed so you don’t wake the others. “If I tell you something do you promise not to tell the others?”

Wrecker chewed on the inside of his cheek, knowing that this question in itself was a challenge but nodded. “Sure.”

You take a deep breath before saying, “I don’t feel myself lately. I’ve been tossing and turning the thoughts around in my head for a while now but I’m just a little uneasy when it comes to my gender.”

Wrecker takes in your words and there is a subtle hint of confusion across his face but waits until the words have fully sunk in before speaking. “Are you telling me you feel more like a guy?” He was blunt in his question but as it was Wrecker you could only snort a laugh before slowly nodding.

“A little, yeah.” You then reply sheepishly which only broadens the smile on Wreckers face.

“Well, if that’s what you feel like or want to be then what’s stopping ya?” He grins at you and suddenly that unease slowly started to fade.

“I don’t know,” you shrug, “it’s still rather new to me but I just feel like I would be more comfortable as a male than I would be female.”

Wrecker sits up on his bunk and gently reaches across and places a hand on top of yours, a sign of soft comfort. “Don’t feel down about it. We’re all gonna support ya no matter what you decide. It’s your body and your life. Do what ya want with it! I don’t know if it’ll help but if you want to start wearing some of my clothes ya can.”

Despite the fact you don’t think his would fit you, you’re more than grateful that Wrecker was doing everything he could to make you feel at ease about your new found identity. It may be a long journey or maybe even a short one, you’re just glad Wrecker would be there every step of the way.

Tech

“Am I correct in identifying that you are having struggles with your gender identity?”

The question pours out of Tech’s mouth with ease so much so it sends tingles up and down your arm. “How did you…?”

“I have been assessing you silently for a few days now and done much research on your symptoms,” he says simply, pushing his goggles up his nose as he sits across from you, “and if I am correct after noticing your sudden mood shift, you are showing signs of dysphoria.”

You blink at him and let out a somewhat nervous laugh. “So because my mood is a little low you just assume it’s because I’m uncomfortable with my gender?” You counter, trying to play it off and hint that he was wrong but Tech was smart. Very smart.

“I am sorry if I am wrong. But, upon my investigation you have altered your appearance, behaviour and interests to make you comfortable. Am I incorrect?”

You chew on the inside of your cheek before nodding slowly. “No, you’re right.”

“As I suspected.” He taps something into his data pad and then looks up at you again. “Are you feeling depressed? And if so, is there anything I can do to help? Anything I can change in the ship to make you feel comfortable? Perhaps I could locate a place where we both - unless you want to go alone - could discuss this topic in regard to your gender identity and how to make you feel more your true self. Of course, this is if it is something you want to do.”

You stare over at Tech as he listed solutions to fit your best interests to the point you almost got a little emotional. “Tech,” you cut him off softly and he stops his rambling, looking up from his device and tilts his head at you to continue, “this means a lot to me. I’ve been struggling a while to understand who I wanted to be and to know that you support me means a lot. Thank you.”

“You are welcome. Should I be aware of any change in your pronouns by the way?”

Crosshair

Crosshair was always a silent observer so it was fairly quick to spot a difference within you. You had withdrawn yourself from the others and more than once he had seen you looking at the more masculine than feminine products and items.

One day, you’re in the cockpit and staring off into the lights of hyperspace when you hear some shuffling and then see Crosshair sit on the seat opposite yours. “I’ll bite,” he starts, catching you off guard but you turn to look at him in confusion, “what’s going on with you?”

“Erm, nothing?” You reply, a little lost at what he was getting at but as his dark stare lingered on you the more it began to sink into your mind that he had caught on to what you were up to.

Crosshair scoffs and folds his arms across his chest and shakes his head at you. “Terrible liar.”

You stay silent and go back to looking at the view of hyperspace, unaware that you were now messing with your hair which caught the attention of the Marksman.

He bites on his lip, contemplating what to say next. “Why don’t you go get it cut to how you want it?” Suddenly your fingers stop messing with the strands of hair and you side-eye him before shrugging your shoulders.

“I don’t…” you trail off, a little cautious about telling Crosshair how you were truly feeling incase he judged you but then again, he was the one who noticed and the one telling you to change how you look, “I don’t know anywhere that will cut it how I want.”

Crosshair hums, now gnawing on a toothpick when an idea pops into his mind. “I’ll cut it for you.”

“No.” You say with a short laugh, adamant that Crosshair wasn’t to come near you with a pair of scissors to cut your hair at all.

“I’m a good barber.” He declares, almost insulted that you refused his help but you can’t hide the smile of amusement on your lips. Crosshair stands and starts to rummage around until he approaches you with some scissors. “I cut Hunters hair sometimes.”

You blink up at him, actually shocked that he was willing to help you with something that you found important - something that could definitely boost up your self esteem. “Really?”

“Really. Now come on, sit on the chair sideways on.” He ordered but not in a way he was forcing you, he was giving you the option and a sudden wave of excitement washed over you.

As you let him begin the process of cutting your hair, every snip was like a weight being shrugged off your shoulders and a warm hug at the same time.

His fingers are precise, making sure that every move was perfect. You even had to stop your face from burning when he kneels down in front of you, face close to you as he cuts the front of your hair.

“Alright, I’m done. What do you think?”

You stand up and grab the mirror he held out to you, a smug smirk on his face as with shaken hands you lift the mirror to your face and your eyes immediately widen. It was perfect.

“Oh my goodness, Crosshair I-.” You cut yourself off, fingers raking through the shorter locks.

“Told you I was a good barber.”

In a moment of pure happiness, you turn to Crosshair and wrap your arms around him and force him into a hug. “Thank you. So much.”

Crosshair is surprised by the contact but gently pats your back. “It’s alrigh’. If you’re gonna be a soldier, you gotta be a confident one no matter who you are.”

“Does it bother you that I want to be different to who I was before?” Your voice is laced with nerves but it was Crosshair who put those nerves into the ground.

“If it makes you happy, why give a fuck what others think? You’re still amazing in my eyes.”

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Thief (TBB x Male Reader) Part 1

Characters: TBB + Phee, but it's mainly you stealing from them for 90% of it

Relationship: Enemies

POV: 2nd (you/yours)

Pronouns: He/him. The horn pattern (as in thick or thin lines defining your sex) and the hair color are not mentioned, so it's trans-inclusive as far as Imps go lmfao. 

Species: Helluva Boss type Imp- imagined the Imps with digitigrade legs and claws for your legs, and I haven't watched Helluva in a whileeeee.  Like, at least a year or more.  Nothing about Hell is mentioned, so you're just another species, so to speak.  Also, you obviously have red skin.  But I occasionally put in a [shade] so it’s not totally limited and you can still be you (more or less). 

Content: You’re stealing shit??

Warnings: You stealing shit, Wrecker throws you, Hunter threatens you. Cringe lol

Word count: 2,588

You glanced around the pub, checking on the targets for what felt like the millionth time.  When will they get moving?  Your employer had sent you on a rather vague mission, ordering you to scrounge “anything that seemed of value,” and to “keep an eye out for a band of four adult men and one little girl.”  Unspecified by your employer, there was another member- an adult woman, a pirate, so it would seem.  Apparently, if you could lose the little misfit band and find their ship, it would hold wonders of great value- credit wise.  A war modified Omicron class attack shuttle, with more war supplies inside- enough for four men and a child- would be a complete jackpot.  And, Maker, were you thankful.  Even if you didn’t get the direct riches, the reputation and rank would more than suffice.

Obviously, any jackpot is rather risky, and you were not looking forward to it.  That much was evident by the swaying and twitching of your tail.  But, hey, if you could do it well, there would be an abundance of awards.  But before anyone could make a grab for anything, you needed to make sure they were far away from the ship- which would be far easier if your employers had provided some help.  But, to be fair, since when was anyone's employer ever fair?

Finally, the group got up and left- the young girl happily skipping along, talking about heading to the market to buy an assortment of small trinkets.  Perfect.  You waited a few minutes until they were certainly gone before heading up to the bar, credits in hand.  “So…” you began, “That group- the one with the big guy, droid guy, skull tattoo, googles, the pirate, and a little girl- you know who I mean?”  The Twi’lek bartender nodded his head, lekku slightly bobbing.

“Fantastic, now, for some extra credits, would you be so kind as to point me in their ship’s direction, and perhaps access to the lot…?”  That was certainly the most inconvenient part about the job- the ships’ 'parking’ spaces had fields around them, and you needed the key to get in.  Keys that only the ship’s owner and the bartender had access to.  The Twi’lek raised an eyebrow- unfortunately for you, he seemed to have decent morals.  At least, decent enough to question a rather suspicious looking stranger asking for access to someone else’s ship.  You sighed, and began to explain- “I’m not going to do anything harmful, it’s just a simple grab and retreat- you can watch me through the security cams, or even come with me!  I’m a thief, not a killer, or any other bad things.  Just a thief.  Which is pretty ironic sounding, I know.”  You flashed a smile, trying to appear more honest and trustworthy.  Not that you were lying, anyway.

The Twi’lek scrunched his eyes in contemplation, slowly rubbing one of the dirty glasses.  You were leaning forward, eyes wide, tail swishing in excitement.  Finally, he sighed, before turning to grab the keys to the Marauder.  You quickly slid the credits over, flashing an incredibly toothy grin.  “Remember I am watching you.  If anything happens other than some petty thievery- you won’t be making it out of here in one piece,” he warned, accusingly glaring while pointing the not-at-all threatening cleaning rag at you.

“Trust me, I won’t hurt anyone!  Except for their pockets, I suppose- ha!”  The Twi’lek sighed before explaining the directions to get there, and how to work with the keys.  He shortly returned to his work, as you happily bounded out before remembering to be discreet.  You ducked and swerved, squeezed into tight spaces, hopped over a few fences, and other tasks that were annoying, sure, but not difficult in any way.  Finally, the docking lot came into view, the Marauder in the center, taking up all the glory.  Before stepping into the port, you looked around, pulling down scanner goggles, easily locating all the cameras.  You had said that the bartender could watch you, so scrambling the cameras for the long-run was a no-go.  But, perhaps, you could manage to short them out for only a minute or two, or scramble all of them except the camera over your target.  Keep the promise, and all.

You fished around in your pockets and pouches, seeing what trinkets could be of help.  There must be some sort of protection against scrambling devices, if you could just… “HA!  Yes, this will do,” you whisper-shouted triumphantly, holding up a little stick on device you had crafted yourself, many rotations ago, just in case of a situation like this.  You smiled triumphantly, perhaps feeling too much pride given the circumstances.  You waited for the cameras to drift away before jumping up onto the fence, using your tail to help balance, before jumping up the wall.  Thankfully, whoever designed the lot wanted it to be pretty, considering the intricate carvings swirling here and there.  Unfortunately for the designer, though, anyone with enough claws and skill could use the indents to scale their way up or across the compound- and you had plenty of both.

Carefully, you made your way across until there was a large horizontal pole with a label for the row.  Angling yourself, you quickly leaped and grabbed the pole, swinging before bringing up your legs and balancing on it, one hand wrapped around, the other holding the small device.  Squinting your eyes and focusing, your arm drew back, everything carefully placed.  Then, with a quick motion, you threw the device, which immediately stuck to the camera observing the Marauder.  Grinning, you fished out the scrambling devices, and its remote.  One by one, you tossed the scramblers across the compound, surrounding the perimeter.  As soon as your [shade] red finger touched the button, electricity sparks flew and the cameras slumped down, utterly defeated.  It was almost too easy, which never happened.  There was always some bizarre twist- employers never gave the full story.  You’ll worry about that later.

You wrapped your tail around the pole repeatedly, before lunging down, hands extended to catch your fall.  Quickly bounding back up, you looked around once more before sprinting to the ship.  Looking over your shoulder every five seconds, you inserted the key and twisted it, bringing the field down with a triumphant smile.  You quickly scraped off the plate covering the wires to open the ramp, claws leaving dents.  Well, that’s inconvenient- now they’ll know someone was here- if they’re smart, anyway.  A problem for tomorrow.  Or the next hour, or whenever they show up- especially if the bartender would rat out the plan.  Maybe you shouldn't have compromised with him, promising to let him keep some view on you, ready to give information to the owners of the ship.  Yeah, you would definitely need to get off of this planet soon, especially since your appearance was… unique, to say the least- but it did help that your striped horns were covered, but the long red tail certainly didn't help.

You began hot-wiring the ramp cords, pulling and plugging and making electric connections from one to another, until a satisfying hiss escaped and the ramp began unfolding.  The lights in the ship activated, making the ramp look like some blessed trip to paradise, war equipment and Maker knows what else, all ripe for the taking.  You bounded up the ramp, tail swishing back and forth rapidly in excitement.  Your hand twisted up to grab the large sack from your back, opening it up and getting ready to completely loot the place.

Running back and forth through the ship, you collected bombs, blasters, bits of armor, rations, and what appeared to be someone’s… arms and legs- or, at least, spares.  There was one pair of legs, with a spare foot, and two different arm types- one resembling an actual arm, and the other one seemed to possess a number of tools.  They all looked like they were a work in progress, someone making upgrades to it all, perhaps making  different aspects specific to certain goals or terrain.  You hesitated, arm hovering out.  I mean, it would be pretty cruel to take someone's legs and arms…but the employer would be thrilled…  Sighing, you took the arm with the tools, and left all the other artificial limbs.

You continued forward, picking up a spare set of goggles and a data-pad left on one of the top bunks.  On the other side, one of the bunks held several vibro-knives, which you quickly grabbed.  Those were valuable, and there were no guilty feelings involved- win win.  For you, anyway.  Certainly not the group you were stealing from.  The bag feeling was heavy in your hands, so you figured it was time to bail.  There was enough stuff in here to last you forever- or rather, your employer.  Shame you couldn't just drop out, that the employer would hunt you down and then some.

You tightly sealed the bag, and slung it over your back before walking out to the ramp.  Before stepping out completely, you looked, listened, and smelled for any sign of life, or even some sort of droid under their command.  Nothing was noteworthy, so you put one clawed foot in front of the other as you descended the ramp, quickly un-doing the hot-wiring from before.  It certainly wasn’t a clean job, but you should be able to get out of there before anyone comes back.  Hopefully.

You quickly retraced your steps, until you were far away from the docking lot, and far away from any possibility of the group tracking you.  Again, hopefully.  You carefully made your way to your designated escape escort, being sure to check if anyone suspicious, especially the group you’d just looted, was close behind.  Finally, the view of the transport ship was in sight, the escort waiting, rather impatiently, a scowl on her face as her foot bounced about a ‘hundred miles an hour.  “Sorry I’m late,” you huffed out, lugging the bag into the ship.  “They took forever and then some to leave, and the bartender had better morals than the average- had to plead my innocence- well, my ‘I won’t harm anyone, just their pockets,’ type innocence.”  All she did was grunt back, clearly disinterested.  “Okay, whatever…” you mumbled, sheepishly looking for a place to sit.  Clearly she didn’t care why someone was late, only that they were.  Which was rather annoying, it’s not like them taking forever was your fault.

You quickly settled down into the seat, pulling a latch over yourself as a form of comfort.  Giant hunks of metal soaring through the empty and cold vacuum that was space, in which you would immediately die if suscepted to with no gear, was not your ideal method of transportation.  The ship shook as the engine powered on, the vibration only increasing as it lost contact with the solid ground.  Your hands flew to the sides on the restraint bar, gripping them as hard as possible.

Soon enough, after the ship had left the atmosphere, things calmed down- no more shaking or weird creaking.  Just silence.  It was unclear if noise, or the lack of, was creepier.  Oh well.  You slowly unlatched the bar, figuring that if the ship were to explode in the middle of space, it wouldn't matter if you were strapped in or otherwise.  Carefully standing up, using the wall as support, you began a miniature exploration expedition.  A very miniature one, considering it was just the room you were in and one to the left, the only ones which you had been granted access to.  You were tired, and perhaps the other room had a bed.  Or at least some blankets you could toss together and call a nest.

You opened the door, entering the access code, and much to your complete disappointment- it was empty.  Utterly, completely, so-very, empty.  A deep sigh escaped your lips, shoulders slumping in sync.  So much for that 10-step trip.  You sharply turned around, tail swishing in a mixture of annoyance and boredom.

Unfortunately, before you could make it two steps away, a rough hand grabbed the nape of your neck, hauling you upwards and turning you back to face the assaulter.  A sharp cry escaped, and you pulled your legs and tail into each other, trying to become a small ball hanging involuntarily by the giant mass of a man.  A man, you realized with horror, who was part of the group you had just looted.  That was bad.  You sheepishly raised one hand to wave, smiling in the most last-ditch effort to save your red hide.  Before you could get any pleas out, he roughly tossed you, twisted his own body for extra momentum.  You landed, hard, against the metal wall, black blood trailing down your nose.  A rough cough came out, followed by a copious amount of saliva.  Your hand reached up to wipe it off, the other one underneath you to provide some balance as you were down on knees, tail curling in front- a feeble attempt to look menacing.

Looking around, you took in the four adult men- but the adult woman and little girl were nowhere to be seen.  Made sense, considering the attire between the group.  The four men were dressed in armor, like soldiers, whereas the other two had general attire with a few handy trinkets or weapons.  I guess these four do the more ‘beat-up-people’ focused work…

“Nice surprise, right?” said the one with a half-and-half black and white helmet, a red stripe going down the middle.  “Didn’t expect us to know about your little plan, did ya?”  Half-and-half approached, unsheathing a vibro-knife.  That wasn’t good.  You scrambled up, backing into the wall, a desperate and toothy smile plastered on your face, despite the watering in your eyes.  The one with the goggles backed off, presumably to grab the loot.  That was extra not good.  “Was it the Twi’lek bartender?  Did he rat me out?” you asked, voice cracking, still holding that desperate smile.  Before you died, you at least wanted to know what went wrong that led to this, your ultimate demise in a, truthfully, not all that long career of crime.

Half-and-half bent down, and lifted your head up by the horns, holding the blade to your neck.  Your heart rate spiked, chest rising and falling far faster than any chest ever should.  “Technically, we got to him first.  Told him to let you loot us.  Told this ship’s pilot to do what we say.  And after we land, you’ll be taking us directly to your employer.  Got it?” he loathed, voice all the more terrifying under the helmet.  Your yellow eyes, scrunched and watering, reflected perfectly back in his visor, making the entire situation all the more real and terrifying.  You shakily nodded, agreeing in full.  “Good,” he spoke firmly, pulling the blade away from your neck and twirling it back into its sheath.  He dropped your horns, and you slumped backwards, a shaky breath exuding.

He stood up, signaling something to the other men, and they all began to turn around and walk out.  You cautiously opened your eyes, only to be met with everyone leaving- you quickly scrambled, and attempted to tell them to wait, but it was to no avail- Goggles was already losing the door.  An echo sounded through the room, leaving you alone, your eyes comically glowing administ the pitch black, ragged breathing filling the room.  This was so, very, not good.

[waywardwritesstuff]

˚○◦˚Request and Commisions˚◦○˚

What I will write:

- Fluffy, Angst (I can do some dark stuff but not all), Smut (I can do most kinks), platonic and romantic.

- I prefer to write from a male or non-binary perspective but I can do female as well. I will happily write for trans readers or readers of other genders (if I am well informed)

- I will write for almost every character as long as I know them (because if I don't know them I can't write them accurately and then what's the point) I will also do character X character depending on the ship (there are some ships in just not comfortable with)

- I will write poly as long as it is not that gross porn type of m!reader gets two girls and they don't like eachother. Poly means everyone likes everyone and everyone is in agreement in the relationship

- Whump. I will happily and gladly write whump of all kinds. So please please please if you want to see anything comes to life send it my way

I will not write:

- Age gap (3+ years, ask for aged up if the age difference is more than 3 years) or minor X adult. I simply won't so don't ask.

- Rape (sexual assault maybe if it is angst but not in a smut only context)

- No beastiality or extremely odd kinks (if you aren't sure about the kink send it in anyway and I'll respond if I'm comfortable)

Fandoms I can write for (and their characters and constraints):

Supernatural (most ships, any character x reader)

↳ Dean, Sam, Cass, Jack, Gabriel, Adam, Meg, Ruby, Benny, Crowley, Jo, Ellen, Donna, Jodie, Claire, Alex, Patience, Kaia

TMNT (I've only seen 2012, ROT, Bayverse and Mutant Mayhem) (no Leorai and no ships with smut of any kind)

↳ Leo, Donnie, Raph, Mikey, April, Casey (Casey and Casandra)

The Last of Us (Part 1, I havent played Part 2 yet) (no Ellie x Joel, I haven't seen any of the content yet but I'm sure it's out there)

↳ Joel, Ellie, Tommy

Star Wars: The Clone Wars / The Bad Batch / Rebles (some of the characters are children remember so keep that in mind)

↳ Rex, Cody, Fives, Anikin, Ashoka, Obi-Wan, Kanan, Ezra, (any Jedi really) Zeb, Sabine, Hera, Hunter, Wrecker, Tech, Crosshair, Echo, Omega (any Clone really)

Marvel

↳ Tony, Bruce, Natasha, Clint, Thor, Loki, Steve, Bucky, Steven, Wanda, Pietro, Vision, Peter, Scott, Gamora, Nebula, Peter Q, Okoye, T'Challa, Rhodey, Sam, Shuri

My Hero Academia (they are also mostly children so keep that in mind as well)

↳ Deku, Bakugo, Kirishima, Mina, Sero, Denki, Iida, Shinsou, Tokoyami, Uruaka, Todoroki, Aizawa, Shigaraki, Dabi, Toga, Twice, Tsuyu, Momo, Jiro, Mirio, Nejire, Amajiki, Fat Gum

Avatar 1 and Avatar The way of Water (once again, there are children so keep that in mind)

↳ Jake, Neytiri, Tsu'tey, Neteyam, Lo'ak, Tuk, Kiri, Grace, Norm, Spider, Tonorwari, Ronal, Ao'nung, Tsireya, Roxto

How to Train your Dragon (same here: they. are children.)

↳ Hiccup, Astrid, Snotlout, Fishlegs, The twins, Daggur, Heather, Valka, Stoick (for those out their with daddy issues ;))

All if my content will be lables with word count, ship, tags and if it is smut will contain this banner 👇

That's all for now. My commisions are currently open and there is no limit to how many you can send in, so go nuts. Bye for now

[zima74824]

Wrecker x trans reader boy/girl

Description:Basically you tell him about your sex change

Wrecker : hey uh y/n I’ve been told by hunter that ya wanted to talk to me about something?

Y/n : oh hi wrecker uhm how much do you know about transgender people?

Wrecker: uhhhh….very little

Y/n : well basically I’m gonna change my gender surgically

Wrecker: so…then after that you’ll be a boy?/girl?

Y/n : exactly!

Wrecker: oh…..

Y/n : I hope that won’t change your feelings about me

Wrecker: it’s your body my love you choose what to do with it but i support your choice either way

Y/n smiled and pat his back*

Y/n : thanks wrecker

[clone-anon-after-dark]

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)

Sharp

What Feels Good (Sharp x GN Masc 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)

[22hemi12]

Requests (and TO-DO)

Been awhile since I posted anything so here is a request page!

Requests are OPEN!

What I write: 

oneshots, Headcannons and full fics. 

Everything I write are Gender Neutral OR written with a trans man in mind! But I will write any Pronouns!

Genres:

Fluff and Angst

Requirements:

All I ask is you add some detail to what you want! so don't just say “character x reader” Actually add some detail!

Characters/fandoms:

The Owl house

Emperor Belos/Philip Wittebane

The Bad Batch

Crosshair

Tech

Wrecker

Hunter

Echo

The Clone Wars

501st

Rex

Fives

Kix

Jesse

Hardcase

Tup

212th

Cody

104th

Wolfee

Other

Gregor

Other clones (Just ask! I’ll write anything for our copy paste boys)

The Mandalorian

Din Djarin

Mass Effect Trilogy

Garrus

Liara

Tali

Thane

Others (Just ask)

Hannibal

Hannibal Lecter

I will add to this as I re join fandoms and/or leave them

Request :) (pls)

TO-DO LIST

non requested

Wings au bad batch (oneshots and headcanons) (Writing)

Werewolf bad batch (Full fic and headcanons) (Writing)

Fantasy AU (Crosshair x Reader, He/Him Pronouns, 2 Full Fics)(Storyboarding)

requested

(empty rn, but it can change with you <3)

[waywardsou2]

Bad Batch content Master Post

My analysis of the finale - an in depth deep dive at the events of Season 3 Episode 15

Official Master Post - this is an updated list of content for the Summer of Bad Batch prompt challenge

Future Head Canon Poll

General Head Canons Pt. 1

Tech Head canons

Shirtless trans cuddles head canons

Waking from a nightmare head canons

Open and Awaiting arrival - request information here

General Tech Head Canons from autism bugs

Sleeping with the Shooter - A platonic Crosshair x GN!Reader / M!Reader comfort

[All of my bullshit from watching the Bad Batch to the aftermath]

Unpolished Wrecker Head canon

Gushing over the clones

A Tech / Emery theory

The Clones are people first

Fic poll

Echo and Rex

Man, I miss Tech

Tech fans, I see you!

May The Fourth Art

Bad Batch ask game response

Crosshair quote got me in a chokehold

Crosshair was a goodie

Post The Bad Batch finale rant

Silly Omega crossover head canon

Platonic / Romantic Rant

Young Crosshair and Hunter dynamic

Fanboy-ing over DBB

"Mothers" Day

Rex is blonde?!

Thinking about fives hour

Modern AU Clone names

How do you feel about Darth Maul

I finished watching the Clone Wars for the first time

My Bad Batch ask game

My head canon about Tech and Wrecker

Is Omega trans?

Hunter's fall vs Tech's fall

Star Wars ask

Poor Wolffe

Warning about content stealers

Crosshair info dumping

[Content under this banner is either advertising for my ao3 content where I will write actual fics or one-shots that are continuing on, which will also be on my ao3 as well]

Our brother (a Tech fix-it fic)

Summer of Bad Batch all content!

Official Master Post

[green-alm0nd]

GREEN-ALM0ND'S MASTERLIST

Welcome to my blog! I've made this masterlist to sorta 'archive' all of my works :P

If you are new here, hello! My name is Kai/Almond and I write about Star Wars. I love The Bad Batch and The Clone Wars.

• Requests are open (you can message me or ask)

• I write fluff/angst/suggestive but I do NOT write NSFW

• I also write prompts :p

• Enjoy reading! :)

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The Bad Batch

Hunter ->

- Hunter x gn!reader: Winter Break

- Hunter x gn!reader: Bad habits I

- Hunter x gn!reader: I had no idea you could dance

- Hunter x gn!reader: Aftermath

- Hunter x gn!reader: I've got my mind on you

Echo ->

- Echo x gn!reader: Old friends don't forget

- Echo x gn!reader: "You drew stars around my scars"

- Echo x gn!reader: Come back to you

- Echo x gn!reader: Lazy mornings

Wrecker ->

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Tech ->

- Tech x gn!reader: Summertime sadness I II

- Tech x fem!reader: You can't catch me now

- Tech x gn!reader: Hands like home

Crosshair ->

- Crosshair x gn!reader: Just breathe

- Crosshair x gn!reader: Leave a light on

- Crosshair x gn!reader: Bigger picture [Part 1] , [Part 2]

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The Clone Wars

Anakin Skywalker ->

Anakin Skywalker X gn!reader: When Icarus tried to fly away

Anakin Skywalker x gn!reader: If you kiss me, I might let it happen

Captain Rex ->

Captain Rex x Jedi!gn!reader: Let me help you

Arc Trooper Fives ->

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Headcanon list

- The Bad Batch x gn!reader (Headcanons): Love language

- The Bad Batch x gn!reader (Headcanons): Coming home

- The Bad Batch x fem!reader (Headcanons): Platonic uncles

- The Bad Batch x fem!reader (Headcanons): "I could never choose to love another"

- The Bad Batch (+ Rex, Howzer and Fives) x trans!masc!reader: Light in the dark

- The Bad Batch x child!fem reader (Platonic): Adi'ka

- The Bad Batch x gn!reader (Headcanons): Wearing their t-shirt

- The Bad Batch x fem!reader (headcanons): Saving their life

- The Bad Batch x fem!reader (headcanons): (Slow) dancing

- The Bad Batch x gn!reader (headcanons): Cuddling

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You can also check out these two Kieran fanarts I made (Pokémon) | || and you can check this Hunter and Omega sketch I did for the finale! And this Michael Afton fanart I made ^^

If you want to see more of my drawings, feel free to check out my Instagram @/s0etamic_ ^^

PD: Check out Amira's gofoundme, she really needs help!!!

I hope you enjoy reading my works! ^^

Reblogs and shares are highly appreciated!

[enbyonmandalore]

Take It Out On Me

Wrecker x transgender reader (no use of y/n)

Rating: SFW 18+

Word count: lots

Warnings: outing, slurs (T slur is said once in the beginning, censored), transphobia, misgendering, anger issues, violence, guns, shouting/screaming, hurt-comfort

Summary: You're trans and you've had quite a shitty day, getting outed and facing mean comments. Your friend Wrecker has just the idea to make you feel better

A/N: As a trans person myself, I feel like readers who are explicitly written to be trans are rare, so I came up with this. Still keeping it neutral, so trans people of all genders can read this and hopefully relate! This is a SFW, friendshippy one-shot. Inspiration for this was Thousand Foot Krutch's song Take It Out On Me, so listen to that if you want to... I hope you enjoy!

Take It Out On Me

With an angry grunt you kick the wall. Your boot leaves a gray smear on the wall of the hangar, but you don't care. Why did everything have to go to shit today? First that unnecessary check-up at the doctor's and then someone couldn't keep their kriffing mouth shut. And by someone you mean that doctor. She just had to look at you like an experiment gone wrong, another mutated clone or something and then she seemingly told everyone she knew about your "condition". And thus the rest of your day was filled with:

"...is that true?"

"So you're not actually...?"

"They have ways to fix mutations like that on my homeworld."

"Tr*nny"

"...but did you have the surgeries yet?"

And of course a whole bunch of wrong pronouns. You just want to crawl into a hole and never come out. You kick the wall again and this time you allow yourself to yell in frustration. Releasing your pent up anger you smash your foot into the wall a few more times, until it hurts and tears well up in your eyes.

This is a kriffing shitshow...

You sink down onto the floor and cower there for a moment. Then you hear footsteps approaching.

Quickly you scramble to your feet and take a few deep breaths - just in time, because a group of clones rounds the corner. A bit of relief blooms in your chest when you realize it's Clone Force 99. The clones and you look at each other for a split second and by the way Hunter is looking at you, you know he can tell exactly what's going on.

You must look terrible, because they all -even Tech- are looking at you with concern in their eyes. Hunter takes a step towards you.

"What's the matter?", he asks respectfully, careful to not overstep another boundary.

"No use hiding it from you guys, huh?", you simply reply.

Echo shakes his head slightly and Hunter continues to speak while the others form a protective half-circle around you.

"I can sense you're...distressed, angry. But it's okay if you don't want to tell us what's wrong right now. But if you need to talk, we'll be here for a few more days before we have to head out again."

That's Hunter's way of saying "I'm here if you need to talk in private".

You give him a sad smile and your eyes scan the faces of your friends. But you decide to answer them truthfully.

"I got outed to the entire facility today. The annual check-ups were earlier today and the doctor just...told everyone. I got misgendered the whole day and now I feel like shit."

The Bad Batch's reactions couldn't be more diverse. Tech gasps in shock, Crosshair spits out his toothpick only to immediately take a new one, Echo looks to the floor, Hunter furrows his brows in anger and his tattoo warps with his grimace and Wrecker looks...confused.

He also takes a step forward and raises his voice. "Uh, what does misgendering mean?", he asks and scratches the back of his head. Before you can even open your mouth to explain, Tech pushes his way to the front and begins to explain for you.

"Misgendering is the act of intentionally or unintentionally calling a transgender person, like our friend here, by the wrong pronouns, name or gender overall. Misgendering is an extremely hurtful and insulting thing to experience and is often used to shame transgender people for something they cannot control."

"So, uh, the doc called you the wrong pronouns on purpose?", Wrecker concludes. You nod.

"Aw, what a prick!", the huge clone exclaims and punches an imaginary target. He then comes closer, puts his giant hand on your shoulder and leans down to your eye level. "But, I think I know just the way to make you feel better."

.

Wrecker leads you to the training simulator. Now you're the one who's confused, because normally you aren't authorized to be in here. He turns on the lights in the control room and presses a few more buttons. Then he joins you on the main floor again and looks very proud of himself.

"You know, uhh, this is what makes me feel better when I have a bad day. So, I thought it might help you too.", he explains and gestures into the room. He pulls a training blaster out of nowhere and hands it to you. You sigh and take the weapon, then look up at him.

"So what do I do now? Shoot the air?" There's more attitude in your voice than you'd like, but you can't deny that you're still pissed.

"Nah!", Wrecker laughs and snatches the blaster back. "Just wait a few more moments..."

You turn to look where he is looking and a bright red target appears on the wall. Within a split second, Wrecker pulls the trigger and hits the target; just a bit off-center. He hands you the blaster again and grins in triumph.

"See? You shoot the target and pretend it's all the karking people who were mean to you!"

So you do. Your aim is terrible, but you hit the moving targets for the most part. You shoot and shoot, but after an hour you don't feel much better. A little bit of frustration has disappeared, but the majority is still raging inside of you.

You groan and hand the weapon back to your friend. "This isn't really helping, Wrecker. I know you mean well, but I just... It's not working.", you confess and let your head hang.

Wrecker quirks an eyebrow and sets the weapon aside. He then stands up straight in front of you and you can tell he wants to say something. "What?", you snap.

"Well, since that didn't help, I thought... I thought you could take it out on me.", he says and points at himself. His one brown eye is full of worry. You pause for a second. "Wrecker...", you say, "I don't want to hurt you."

"Bah, you could never hurt me!", Wrecker replies. "I just want you to feel better. You're my friend and I hate seeing my friends being treated badly."

He pats your shoulder in an attempt to reassure you he's being serious about this. "So, scream if you want to. Shout, if you need to. Just... let it go. Come on, take it out on me!"

His little motivational speech finds its way to your aching heart. You feel ready to let your anger go. "Okay", you say and straighten yourself.

"Pretend I'm a big meanie and fight me!", Wrecker encourages you.

"Okay.", you say, louder this time and a shit-eating grin forms on Wrecker's face. "Oh yeah!"

"Okay!", you shout and launch yourself at him.

You hit him in the chest a few times, but he doesn't even seem to notice - Wrecker is truly stronger than a brick wall. After a few more punches, you begin screaming your thoughts into the void.

"I was stealth! This could have been picture-kriffing-perfect! And she took it away from me!"

In a moment of inattention, Wrecker gives you a push and you stumble backwards, but you continue shouting and hitting right where you left off.

"Thought I had- I thought I had it under control! I didn't want to throw it all away!" When you imagine you're beating up the doctor, your words then trail off into nothing but sounds of anger, as you do your best to kick and punch Wrecker's gigantic body. All he does is stand there and take it, giving you a shove here and there and that really gets you going. After a while your screaming turns into sobbing and you collapse from exhaustion.

Wrecker is there for you immediately. He crouches down and pulls you close to his chest and you notice his heart is beating just as fast as yours. He doesn't say anything, just holds you tight, his hand resting on the back of your head as you cry and sob.

The moment you become quiet, he asks if you need anything.

"No, it's fine. I'm fine, I promise.", you sigh.

"Come, let's get you outta here then.", he says and lifts you up effortlessly.

.

The Bad Batch meet you outside the cafeteria. It's way past mealtime and the others already ate, but Wrecker insists on sneaking in to get you some food. So Hunter does his best to convince the cafeteria personnel to hand out some leftovers and Wrecker, Echo, Crosshair and Tech keep an eye on you.

"You look terrible.", Crosshair remarks and you scoff. Tech pokes his brother in the ribs with his elbow and mumbles something about you going through a lot today without even looking up from his datapad.

As soon as Hunter returns with a plate full of leftovers, the six of you make your way to the Bad Batch's quarters. You sit at the table and eat while listening to Wrecker gloat about how you beat him up.

"You won't believe it!", he repeats over and over again.

"You barely even budged...", you note, but he doesn't care. Echo comes over and puts his hand on your shoulder.

"I very much hope you feel better now. I can't imagine how tough this day must have been for you."

"It's okay now, Echo", you reply, "I guess we all face our own hardships and battles..."

.

Later that evening, as you return to your small room, you recall Wrecker's peptalk he gave you before you mindlessly began throwing hands. You open the sliding door to your room and enter and you notice something red and black out of the corner of your eye. Upon closer inspection you realize it's Wrecker's stuffed animal, Lula. He must have sneaked into your room while you were busy talking to the others. Next to Lula lies a note, scrawled in messy handwriting on a piece of scrap paper.

My Lula will never misgender you and neither will we! Heads up!

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[writer1]

Acceptance

Warnings: a bit of angst, but not too much. 

A\N: This was requested by Anonymous, I really hope you like it and that it helps your brother to feel better! Best wishes to him 😊 If there is anything wrong that I did, please tell me, this is my first time writing a fic like this and I don’t want to offend anyone. D\N-Dead name.

The Request: For your 501 followers celebration, can I request Bad Batch and Omega with reader, who came out as ftm? ( transgender, female to male ) Plot looks a little like this : reader calls them all for a meeting and makes them all sit down, telling them he has something important to tell them. He starts to explain to them his he felt for the past few years, not knowing who he really is and stuff. At some point he starts to cry from fear that they won't accept him and maybe even kick him out from the squad.

I would love to see their reactions, how they calmed him down and told him it's okay and they love him no matter what.

This request is for my brother, who is trying to tell our mother that he's transgender. He's really scared and I hate to see him like that. I think this fic would help him gather the courage and tell her or at least make him feel better about himself.

Please let me know if this kind of request is okay with you, like if you feel comfortable enough to write it. Have a great day/night and take care!

You pace the common area of the marauder, nervous about what you are about to do. You have decided to come out to them, and tell everyone that you are a transgender. You’ve always felt different, not like yourself, and it’s taken you a while to realize that you are a man, not a woman. 

You just… you don’t know how to tell the bad batch, they’ve always treated you like their little sister, what are they going to think when they find out you are actually their brother? You sigh, and decide to just call them, it’s all you can do. You’re just scared, what if they won’t accept you, they may even kick you out of the squad, then you’ll lose your brothers and new little sister.

“Guys! Can you come in here, I want to have a family meeting!” You call, twisting your fingers in your hand, you take deep breaths to come yourself down, as the bad batch and Omega all walk in. Hunter raises an eyebrow. 

“What’s going on, Sis.” You flinch when he calls you that, and Hunter frowns. “Hey, what's wrong?” “Are you feeling sick?” Wrecker asks, and you chuckle. That cheered you up a bit. “No, no. I’m not sick, there's just something I have to tell everyone, so please sit down.” Everyone does as they’re told, all curious of what you may have to tell them.

Tech smiles at you. “What do you need to tell us, D\N?” “Yeah, I was in the middle of cleaning my rifle.” Crosshair earns a slap from Omega for that, as she glares at him. “Cross, don’t be rude.” Then everyone turns and looks towards you, making you even more nervous than you already were, but you just take a deep breath to calm yourself, and start. “I… “ You try to start, but choke up. 

You feel so nervous and scared. “D\N?” Hunter asks, as the others stare, you sigh and take a deep breath. “For the past few years, I’ve been struggling a bit. I’ve never really understood who I was, or what I really wanted. And I’ve always just felt… different.” They nod, looking confused, but they listen intently. 

“Is it something we did? Or something we could help with, Sis?” Hunter asks, but his eyebrows furrow when you flinch at the nickname. You run a hand through your longer hair, absolutely hating it. “Look, I just… I don’t know how to tell you because--” You choke on a sob, making them all jump up. Hunter runs over to you, followed by his brothers. 

“Hey, hey. It’s alright Sis.” He hugs you close, pulling you over to a seat and sitting you down. He pets your hair gently as Wrecker grabs your smaller hand in his larger one. Once Hunter pulls away Tech gently pulls you into his own hug. Echo walks over and grabs your hand gently, he’s newer to the family, but still has already become a brother to you. You look up as Crosshair taps your shoulder three times, his way of saying ‘I love you’

Omega comes over and gently gives you a hug, making you smile as you try to stop crying. “Hey, whatever it is, it’s okay.” Hunter tells you, but you shake your head and set Omega down. “You’re gonna think I’m weird and kick me off the squad, out of the family…” All their eyes widen. “Like hell we will!! You’re our sister!” Crosshair yells, making you flinch and sigh. Hunter wonders why, he has a theory, but you should be the one to tell him. “We won’t kick you out, none of us will.” Hunter reassures you, making you smile as the others nod in agreement. 

“You’re family, even to me. And I haven’t been in this family very long.” Echo tells you, making you smile as they all sit down, but then you  frown. “I’m not… I’m not a girl.” You tell them, finally just saying it. They all raise their eyebrows, not exactly understanding. “What?”  Wrecker asks, not angry or anything, but sincerely confused. Even Tech doesn’t know what to say, you sigh as you bite your lip. 

“I’m not a girl…. I’m a boy.” You tell them, and Tech makes a little ‘oh’ sound. “So you’re transgender?” He asks, and you nod. The others still look confused, making Tech sigh, then look at you. “Would you like me to explain?” He asks, softly. And you tear up, nodding. Who knows how the others beside Tech will react. 

“Transgender means that the gender you are born with, doesn’t corraspond with how you feel. Meaning that D\N, who was born a girl, is actually a boy. That's who he is.” They all nod, blank expressions, you start to tear up again. “M’sorry.” You whisper, but then are pulled into a hug by Wrecker. 

He sets you down, gently wiping your tears away. Hunter smiles at you. “Hey, we are never going to kick you out, ever.” He tells you, making you smile. “So we have a brother.” Crosshair says, giving you a rare smile. You nod. “Yeah, you do.” You tell them, and they all smile again. Omega runs over and hugs your legs. “I have another brother!!” She cheers, making you smile as you pick her up into a hug. “You do, sweety.” Hunter then walks up as you set her back down.

“Do you have a different name in mind, Brother?” Hunter asks, and you tear up, being called brother instead of Sis feels so nice. You nod. “I kind of like Y\N, what do you guys think?” They all  give you wide smile’s. “I love it!!” Wrecker yells as he picks you up in a bone crushing hug, making you laugh, nuzzling into his shoulder. 

“That suits you well, Y\N.” Hunter tells you as he smiles, Wrecker setting you down. “It does fit well.” Crosshair smiles, placing a toothpick in his mouth. You run a hand through your hair, and you grimace. Hunter must notice. “Would you like me to cut it for you? If you want it cut, of course.” Hunter says, making you smile. “Yes, please.” Hunter smiles and leads you to the refresher as your brothers and sister follow. 

You both walk in, but then you smirk. “I want it to be a surprise to the rest of you.” You tell them, making Wrecker pout. “Aww, I don’t want to wait.” He says dramatically, making you chuckle. “Too bad.” You close and lock the refresher door, as Hunter smiles and sits you down. “Alright, how short do you want it?” You hum and tell him, making Hunter smile. “Nice, I’m sure it’ll look great on you.” You smile as Hunter gets to work, gently cutting your hair. He makes sure it’s the exact length and style you had asked for, wanting you to feel comfortable.

It’s a nice silence, filled with only the sound of the scissors. All you feel is joy, joy that you aren’t losing your brothers, joy that they accepted you, and joy of finally being who you are. 

Once Hunter finishes, he smiles and runs a hand through your hair. “Is that how you wanted it?” He asks, and for the first time since he started, you look in the mirror. You immediately tear up, it’s exactly how you wanted it. “I… Thanks.” You tell him, slamming into him and hugging him tightly. Hunter chuckles and pulls you close, kissing your forehead. “Don’t you ever be afraid to tell us anything, no matter what happens, we will always be here for you.” You tear up again, crying tears of joy as you nod.

Hunter lets you go. “Ready to show them?” He asks, and you nod. “Yeah.” Hunter smiles and opens the door, you walk out as everyone comes running over. Wrecker smiles widely, a large grin as usual. “You look great, Y\N!!” You smile. “Thanks Wrecker.” Crosshair smiles. “You look a lot happier too, I’m glad.” He smiles at you, then he looks away. “I… I love you, Brother. Nothing can change that, not ever.” He says, making you tear up once again and pull him into a hug. You know how hard it is for Crosshair to say those words, so for him to say them, it’s so comforting.

He hugs you back, and after a few moments you pull away. “It looks great, and I’ve already changed your name and sex in my database to match what you told us.” Tech smiles at you, making you smile back. “Thanks Tech.” You chuckle out, smiling at him.

Echo then gives you a one armed hug, smiling. “I love it, it fits you much better than your old one.” You smirk, rubbing his head. “Hopefully yours grows back soon, then maybe we could match.” Echo chuckles. “Not a chance, I already have a hairstyle planned. No offense.” You nod, waving it off. “None taken, you just don’t know a good hairstyle when you see it.” Talking like this, normally. It feels so nice, before you told them, you thought you’d never joke with any of them like this again.

“You look so handsome, Y\N!! I love it!” Omega tells you, running forward and hugging your legs. You laugh and pick her up, as Wrecker pulls all of you, even Crosshair, into a group hug. Right here, feeling like yourself, your true self and with your family, this is the only place you ever want to be.

Taglist: @ahsokatano-thetogruta @pro-fangirls-unsocial-life @lightning-wolffe

[skellymom]

"Bring Me To My Knees" PART 1

Crosshair/Hunter x Reader Non Gendered SMUT++

Dividers by the talented: @saradika and @4ngelic-wh1spers

Background: Reader and Crosshair are separated from the group during the rescue of Omega and Tech from Mt Tantiss. Two broken people trying to get by in the galaxy. Then two broken people finally dealing with what happened to their group.

Word Count: 2.3K

Warning: Star Wars Canon violence, angst, sadness, crying, guilt, stuff blowing up, swearing, kissing, intercourse, heavy petting, hair pulling kink, smutty/lemony content, lovers triangle with Hunter and Crosshair.

FOR CLARITY, THERE IS A HUNTER FLASHBACK SMUT SCENE IN THIS CHAPTER. THE CROSSHAIR SMUT SCENE IS IN CHAPTER 2. Broke this up in 2 chapters because I just couldn't stop writing...and 4K might be too much for one sitting.

*YES! I know Mesh'la is Mando'a speak for beautiful. However, I personally think it sounds pretty sexy when someone uses it while going to Pound Town. I like it better than baby, honey, girl, boy, lover, whatever. My personal kink. If you aren't caught up, there's a whole Tumblr discussion about if the Clones would even use this language. PLEASE just let me have this one word. Thanks.

I purposely wrote the reader in this fic to be of no specific gender. Tried to carefully craft the sexual scenes to accommodate either gender/non gendered/trans/genderfluid/non-binary. Everyone has hills, valleys, sexual organs, nipples, and erogenous zones. I wrote them into the story, but it's up to you dear reader to put your imagination to work. Hope I have done a good enough job that you can enjoy yourself with Hunter and Crosshair without breaking immersion!

Explosions and blaster fire filled the air as you, Phee Genoa, and The Batch escaped Mt Tantiss.  Wrecker led the charge, firing away and punching imps.  Phee behind him with a group of prisoners she freed from the facility.  Hunter, his arm around Tech who was barely able to walk, blaster out firing.  You and Omega supported Crosshair bringing up the rear of the group. 

The Empire attempted to lock down the facility, engaging all doors on every level.  Hunter got Tech past them as they started to close.  

He turned with Tech in tow to shout, “Y/N, Omega, bring Crosshair!  Hurry!!!” 

You and Omega would never make it with the slow progress Cross was making.  Grabbing Omega and with a healthy heft, you slid her across the highly polished flooring.  She barely exited past the threshold just as the doors closed.   

The last thing you and Crosshair saw was Omega loudly protesting while Hunter grabbed the back of her tunic to yank her out of the way.  And the look of total panic on Hunter’s face. 

“Leave me.”  Crosshair weakly slumped against the steel hallway wall. 

“SHUT UP!  Too late for that!!!”  You grabbed Cross’ arm and attempted to pull him up. 

He refused to move.  You were warned he might be difficult. 

“GET UP NOW YOU FUCKING MOP!!!”  Viciously kicking his upper thigh in heated frustration. 

That got his attention.  Crosshair’s head flicked up.  Anger in his eyes. 

You grabbed the front of his tunic with both hands, hefting him up, spitting with rage “I’M NOT DYING HERE!  GET UP YOU UNGRATEFUL ASSHOLE!!!” 

He managed to stand with his arm around your shoulders.  Pulling your blaster.  “How do we get out of here?” 

“How should I know?  Been locked up all this time.” 

“KRIFF!  Knew I threw the wrong person under the door!!!” 

“Didn’t ask YOU to save me.” 

You gritted your teeth and shot the control panel to the door the rest of The Batch disappeared through.  The doors managed to only open a few feet.  You literally stuffed Crosshair into the gap.  His protests were muted by the sound of screams and explosions.  He got stuck halfway through, then you put a foot in his ass and pushed.  He popped through falling into a crouch on the floor.  

“You’re INSANE!” 

“YES!  KEEP MOVING!!!” 

Running up to Cross, you grabbed the back of his tunic and pulled him to his feet.  Both of you ran across the hangar bay.  The Marauder and Phee’s ship were gone.  You weren’t upset, they HAD to leave in a hurry.  It was total chaos.  

You both made a beeline for the first empty Imperial ship available.  Entering, you slid into the pilot’s seat and put up the gangplank.  Then commenced firing on every non-friendly that approached.  Some of the other Imperial ships got caught in the crossfire, exploding dramatically.  Crosshair buckled himself into the co-pilot's chair. 

As your ship left the hangar, two fighters followed in hot pursuit.  You kept the craft low and entered the thick forest, shooting down trees in your path.  Crosshair held onto his seat white knuckled. 

“You’re going to get us killed!” 

“Got any better ideas, Fly Boy?  We’re sitting ducks out in the open.” 

He shut up and held on. 

One ship pulled away from pursuit.    

The other followed.  You kept firing, making a path to evade your pursuer.   

He didn’t last long. One tree you felled, dragged another with it as you passed.  It caught its wing, flinging the ship to the forest floor, exploding brightly behind you. 

Pulling the craft up out of the forest, you ascended... 

...where the other Imperial fighter sat waiting! 

Close enough to see its pilot in the cockpit, waiting to open fire. 

The end of the line. Crosshair inhaled sharply.   

The ship exploded suddenly.  And your craft flew through the fiery remains. 

“Didn’t think I’d leave you?” Hunter’s voice came over the comm. 

You nearly burst into tears of joy.  “Oh, THANK STARS!” 

“Let’s get out of here!  Echo’s sending jump coordinates...” You immediately heard blaster fire over their comm. The transmission broke up. 

“HUNTER???”   

Static.  “...ing to...GO!  Can you hea...” More static.  Comm went dead.  Nothing. 

“HUNTER!  HUNTER...COME IN!!!  CAN YOU HEAR ME???” 

Crosshair shot you a horrified glance. 

The little bit you could discern, your Sergeant’s orders were to leave the planet immediately.  What if they needed help?  You couldn’t leave HIM...them behind! 

You brought the ship around and could see a craft trailing fire and smoke behind it.  Looked to be the Havoc Marauder making its way off world.  Several Imperial fighters were gaining on it.  Kicking your ship into gear and taking off in their direction.  You picked off two and allowed the Marauder to make the jump to hyperspace. 

The last ship circled round. 

Panicking, locking up, “Where did they go?  I don’t have coordinates!” 

Crosshair’s terse voice came from the co-pilot's seat, “Pick ANY!  We don’t have time!!!” 

“But...we...” 

“DO IT or we die!”  Dark eyes bore into your skull.  “I’LL DO IT!!!  You make the jump!”  He furiously typed something into the craft’s dash. 

“Jump...NOW!!!” 

The Imperial fighter on your tail, firing. 

You sat frozen.  Your hand a lead weight on the jump lever. 

“DAMMIT!”  Crosshair slammed his hand on top of yours, shoving the lever over.  The black star-studded sky elongated; bright blue light burst through the windscreen. 

You sat staring through the windscreen of the ship, blue blurs whizzing past. 

“Y/N?” 

A hand suddenly on your shoulder. 

“WHAT!”  You jumped and snapped upright. 

“You...went away for a while...” 

Staring at Crosshair’s unreadable expression. 

“We’ll find them.  Take some time, though.” 

Nodding, you relaxed back in the seat.  “Yeah, gonna take some doing.” 

Handing the soup bowl to Crosshair, he sulked...and refused to eat...again. 

“You NEED to eat.” 

He sneered. 

“Don’t make me regret getting you out of that facility.” 

Cross sighed heavily and took the bowl.  He STILL wasn't eating, just staring into it.  This man was driving you insane...if you didn’t kill him first. 

“It’s actually pretty good for a ration packet.  Provided you eat it while still warm.” 

“Why are you bothering?” 

ON YOUR LAST NERVE. 

“Why did YOU bother pushing us into hyperspace...if you want to suffer and die so badly?” 

Silence. 

Suddenly you had the urge to slap the damned bowl out of his hand.  “REALLY???  Let your skinny ass STARVE!  Ungrateful son-of-a...kriffing...GAH!  FUCK!!!” 

Your sudden anger sparked something. 

Crosshair slowly smirked. 

“Knock it off and DRINK YOUR FUCKING SOUP!”  Getting up, stalking off, mumbling angrily to yourself...hoping the tiny food galley didn’t have any knives. 

Checking up later, you found the bowl empty.  Cross slumped in the chair; eyes closed. 

To anyone else, it would look like he was napping.  You knew better. 

You picked up the bowl to take it back to the galley. 

“My compliments to the chef.” 

You rolled your eyes. 

“I meant it.” 

“Whatever.” 

Cross opened his eyes, aiming for an argument.  “It’s a compliment.  Take it or leave it.” 

“I don’t trust you.” 

An unexpectedly hurt expression flickered across his face.  “This isn’t about the soup, is it?” 

“No genius.  I was warned you’re a constant shit stirrer.” 

“Well, Hunter was never my biggest fan.” 

“It wasn’t Hunter.” 

This seemed to surprise Crosshair. 

“Echo...he’s a bit of a shit stirrer himself.  Takes one to know one.” 

Cross raised an eyebrow. 

“Oh...and Wrecker thinks you take yourself too seriously.  I think his actual words were...he needs to unclench his butt cheeks.” 

Raised the other eyebrow. 

“But Wrecker was incorrect.” 

“Oh?” 

“As far as I can tell, you DON’T have an ass.” 

Crosshair leaned forward, slight smirk around the edges of his mouth. 

“Been looking...have you?” 

“I think most people would say you’re just a torso with legs...Toothpick.” 

He genuinely smiled at the new nickname. 

“More soup?” 

“Yes more, Soup.” 

Nights were difficult and Crosshair struggled to sleep through. Awakening to hear him working through a nightmare. Sometimes he would mutter, groan, and thrash about, eventually snoring again. This happened several times a night. Other times he would awaken, panting and sweating, trying to remember he was no longer imprisoned on Mt Tantiss. 

At first, he turned down your attempts to soothe him. That didn’t last long. It became a habit of you sitting next to his bunk on the metal floor, talking him through it. Eventually, you just crawled into bed and laid there next to him. It was certainly more comfortable than that damned hard floor. 

Crosshair’s breathing settled into a regular rhythm. Stars, it was warm and cozy in this bunk. The idea of walking across that cold decking to your own bunk just seemed depressing. Five more minutes and you’d get up.  

That didn’t happen. Two minutes in and you passed out cold. 

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"Mmhmmm...” 

The deep bass of Hunter’s groan making you wetter as his hard cock slid in and out of you.

“Ohh...fuu...mmm...” Words were difficult when he kissed your neck like this. Whispering sweet things in your ear while gently fucking your brains out. 

Laying on your sides, facing each other. One leg thrown over his hips, both of your hands deep in his curls. Grasping them with ferocity. The pain brought him pleasure... 

Hunter slid his hand down your back to firmly grip your buttocks and picked up the rhythm of his thrusts. 

“Kriff...can’t wait to do this...with you...in our home...all...the...fucking...time...” The last four words he spoke with each luscious stroke of his member. 

“Huuunter...” Your eyes rolled back into your head. 

“Got...a nice...little planet...just...for us...” 

Heat and intensity rising in you. 

“You...want...that...too...?” 

...sliding in... 

You gasp...” Yes...” 

“Yeah?” Cajoling you with that sexy fucking voice. 

...sliding out... 

“YES...” 

...sliding in... 

“Tell me, Mesh’la.” He’s shuddering. 

Your back arches “YES!!!” 

Hunter reaches out and caresses your face... 

...and you awake with a start. Crosshair had an expression like he’d been caught with his hand in the cookie jar. Pulling back his hand suddenly. 

“Wu-what???” He stammered. 

Trying to shake off your sleepy arousal...slurring. “Did...YOU jus’ touch...Mah face?” 

“WHY are YOU still in my bunk?” 

The dream-feeling melting away...your brain having to process the waking world... 

“...because...your nightmares... I’m the dumbass...who makes sure you sleep.” 

Silence. Crosshair studying your face. 

“You’re welcome.” 

“Well, I’m NOT having one NOW.” 

“Ships cold during the night. Ain’t going nowhere.” You rolled over, giving him your back. Maybe...you could pick that dream back up? 

“Fine. You can stay if YOU stop moaning Hunter’s name when you spoon ME!” 

You rolled back over shocked. 

“Yes, you did.” 

“What else did I say...or do?” 

Crosshair grinned like he knew too much and rolled over without answering. 

Weeks passed as you and Crosshair bickered your way slowly through the galaxy.  The Empire tamped down tightly on most of the planets in the system.  The Outer Rim while wildly dangerous, seemed mostly untouched and safest. 

You both did side jobs to keep yourselves fed while trying comm channels and leaving messages with close contacts about the rest of The Batch’s whereabouts.   

Everything seemed to lead to a dead end.  Like they just disappeared. 

In your heart of hearts, you knew Hunter would NEVER stop looking for you both...even if Cross had his doubts. 

The open-air market on some back water Outer Rim moon provided a distraction. The textile stand caught your eye. Beautiful scarves...you picked up a jet black one with fine silver metallic strands running through it. 

"Good choice. It compliments your hair." The elderly shop keep stepped from behind a long quilt hanging behind the counter. 

"Marv! Are you flirting again?" An older woman approached clearly teasing her husband. 

"Now why would I do that when I have you, my sweet Meiloorun? Besides, here's their partner now." 

Cross sauntered up to the counter, amused at the comment. 

"Hello honey" He teased. 

You rolled your eyes, ignoring his "greeting." "Toothpick, what do you think of this scarf?" 

"Hmm, not really my style." Cross reached down to pull another scarf from under the pile. "Now this one..." 

It was rusty red with fine intermittent broken off-white stripes dispersed through it. Crosshair draped it around his neck. "What do you think?" 

The blood drained from your face. 

"No..." You dropped the scarf and hurried away from the stand. 

Cross caught up to you a few moments later...still wearing that damned scarf.  

“Soup!” 

You kept walking, angry...and hurt. 

"Care to explain?" 

Stopping and grabbing the fabric in your fist. "That's HIS scarf...NOT YOURS!  

Cross softened. Not a trace of snark on his face. "You WERE in love with Hunter." 

"We are STILL in a relationship, Crosshair! Just because Hunter and I are apart doesn't mean that ended." 

Crosshair stared into your eyes with such an intensity...it was difficult to keep eye contact. 

"So...I complicate those feelings." It wasn't a question. He didn't need to ask. 

You noticed his eyes changed from brown to grey in this perfect light. The light of the sun starting to set on this backwater moon. Almost the same color as his brother's eyes. 

You sighed deeply, letting go of the scarf. Your hand dropping to rest, open palmed on Crosshair's chest. 

He stepped closer, placing his warm hand over yours. 

“We’ll find them.” 

“How? We’ve been looking...” 

He squeezed your hand. “Marv and Mel...they’re a front for The Rebellion. Gathering intel and recruiting volunteers to fight the Empire.” 

You looked up at Crosshair with renewed hope. 

“They know where we can find Rex. He’ll be able to help us.” 

You nodded. So many thoughts going through your head. 

Cross took the scarf off and slid it over your head, to rest around your shoulders.  

“C’mon Soup, there’s a place around here with those Space Cakes you like. My treat.” 

He led the way hugging you closely. 

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could i request an nsfw tech x trans male reader? your writing in different tactics was absolutely phenomenal !! i really like the way the way you characterized him in it! i think i would just melt if he called the reader a pretty boy lol

Pretty Boy***

Tech X MTrans!Reader

word count: 1k

As the requests asks 🩵 Tech surprises you with a new wave of confidence in the bedroom.

warnings: NSFW 18+, light smut, oral sex (tech receiving) brief mentions of transitioning (F to M), pet names, swearing, established relationship, fluff, lovers, slightly dom! Tech. Praises.

authors note: thanks for the kind words and so sorry for the delay anon, hope this was okay! Short but sweet.

As the sun dipped below the horizon on Ord Mantell, you and Tech exited Cid's parlor, fingers entwined, exhilarated by the triumph of today's mission.

"I still can't believe we pulled it off! Not everyday you witness someone taking down a Rancor, again," you chuckled, leaning into Tech's side as he nodded in agreement.

"Wrecker is undeniably a force to be reckoned with," Tech pondered, pressing a button on his wrist to lower the Marauder's gangplank.

You thanked him as he let you board the ship first, scanning around and then turned to him with a mischievous smirk, arching an eyebrow. "Guess what, handsome?"

Tech hesitated momentarily, his usual reserve showing when compliments about his appearance were directed his way, but a heat warmed his cheeks nonetheless. "Must I guess, or will you be kind enough to spare my exceptional mind and tell me?" he replied with a small chuckle.

You playfully rolled your eyes and took a step closer, wrapping your arms around the back of his neck. "We're finally alone... for the first time in a while," you hinted, your gaze shifting longingly to his lips before returning to his eyes, which sparkled with intrigue.

"That's excellent news," Tech declared, pushing his goggles up his nose, his confidence surging. He used a finger to lift your chin, ensuring your eyes stayed locked on his. "How long has it been?"

"A while," you admitted a little sheepishly, glancing away. After Tech learned about your transition, you'd been apprehensive about the relationship's future. However, he had reassured you of his unwavering love he had for you.

"Then," Tech said, his chest swelling with confidence, "let's not waste any more time, pretty boy."

Your heart raced, threatening to break free from your ribcage. His endearing nickname left you flustered for a delightful change. As you start struggling to form coherent words, Tech kindly silences you with a tender kiss.

You melt against him, something that’s not so unusual and it’s not long until the kiss fires a bonfire inside both of you. Tech presses into you, his arousal evident against your stomach as he cleverly unclips his utility belt with ease.

“Eager?” You rasp against his mouth, helping yourself to strip off your gear and shirt, letting it drop to the floor without a care.

“How could I not be?” He mutters, eyelids heavy as he breaks away from the kiss, admiring your body before his hands start to roam. “Maker, you’re quite a sight to behold.”

His words made you putty in his hands so much so you pushed him into the cockpit until he collapsed down into his seat. Crawling onto your hands and knees, you sandwich yourself between his toned legs. “Perhaps this angle might excite you some more.” You purr with a wag of your eyebrows, a hand running over his thighs before you start to tug against the hem of his pants. He lifts his hips helpfully as you slide them down to his ankles and you let out a small whine as his cock springs free, leaking with precum already.

“Oh look, I was right.” You chime, mouth salivating already. Tech watches you intently, a coy smirk playing on his lips.

“Someone is doing a whole lot of talking and not a whole lot of pleasuring, darling.” He quips and you can’t help but swoon at his confidence that makes your legs tremble. When you first started dating, Tech was rather quiet during intimate moments but now? He will happily talk you through everything he is going to do to you.

You look at him with innocent eyes, one of your hands coming towards his throbbing length that suddenly twitches under your touch. “Is there a ‘please’ to come with that?” Tone teasing as you pump along his length.

He chuckles, stooping forward and resting a hand on the back of your head. “Please suck my cock… pretty boy.”

Again, the pet name sends you wild as you whine needily in response, allowing his hand on the back of your head to guide you towards his cock, wrapping your lips around the swollen end.

He hissed through his teeth then chewed on his lower lip as he watched you lock eyes with him, your mouth slowly becoming stuffed with his appendage. “It appears to me that you gain pleasure after I - oh yes, right there - give you a certain pet name.”

You hum in response, your mouth too occupied to reply with words. Your pleasure builds as your eyes start to sting as you take his length in further, poking at the back of your throat. You pull back from him, gasping for your breath and graciously wiping the spit from your lips. “Well observed.”

He chuckles, eyes lovingly pinned on your as his fingers play with your hair. “Keep doing a good job for me, and you will be rewarded with more than just a name.”

It doesn’t take you a second thought before your lips are back on his cock, tongue swirling around the tip and tasting the tasty saltiness that he had to offer.

You blinked up at Tech devilishly as his breathing became ragged and heavy, his hand leaving the back of your head to hold onto the underside of his chair.

Your mouth aches but Tech’s moans were too good to cut it short so you powered through just to hear his groans of pleasure as your throat tightened around his cock.

The feeling made Tech crazy, his hips involuntarily thrusting as his climax begins to bubble, praising your name before you let out a guttural grunt and doubled over, shooting his beads of pearly white come in your mouth.

“Good boy,” Tech pants, pushing his goggles up to rest on his forehead as he comes down from his high, watching you adoringly as you shift yourself into the chair beside him and grin softly.

“Was that to your liking?”

“Most significantly,” he wipes the sweat from his temple, flustered and still very much burning with desire, “but now it is time for me to return the favour.”

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