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How are you so good at hiding your emotions?

Bold of you to assume I have any

Our grumpy sniper boy does a lot of impressive things, but to me, the most impressive thing he does is defy physics.

Excuse me, sir, please don’t take this the wrong way, but I would like to know the coefficient of friction of your ass. Thank you.

Crosshair totally puts a toothpick in his mouth after he's done pounding his girl

I've spoken about this before, but please consider this: Crosshair never took it out to begin with, until...

He's pinned you down to his bunk, furiously pounding into you without a care in the world. Are both of you being too loud? Yes. Could anybody be overhearing you right now? Probably. Does Crosshair care? Of course not.

He lets out a grunt, breathing heavily through his nose, his teeth clenched together, threatening to snap the toothpick that's been in his mouth since before you two began. The only time he took it out was to kiss you, needy and hungrily, as always, before popping it back in as he told you, "I need you right now."

Crosshair tightening his grip on your hips, smirking when you cross your ankles over behind his back, pulling him close. "Loud and desperate, huh?" he smugly comments, his eyes squinting happily when you pout in response. "Let's tone it down a bit. Those sounds are for me, and me alone," Crosshair states, and with a heavy thrust, he slams his cock deep into you and holds it there.

One hand is placed beside your head, holding his weight as he bends forward, his face approaching yours. He only gives you a one worded order, his eyes flicking down to gesture exactly what he's on about. "Hold," Crosshair orders.

Lifting your head up slightly, you pick the toothpick from his lips, pressing it between your teeth, holding it just like he does. He grins at the sight whilst commenting, "it suits you," and before you can reply, he's began pounding into you again.

A firm hand wraps around your throat, leaving more than enough space for Crosshair to begin leaving his marks along your throat. Others still may be able to overhear you, but the hickeys covering your neck are a reminder to everybody that you're already taken for, and there are two things that Crosshair isn't usually one for sharing: his girl, and his toothpicks.

Hello! Another HC idea 💡

Would you be able to write about the boys and reader working out? What part of their body do they like to focus on, is there a specific exercise, etc.

I would love to think that Echo focuses on his arm (and torso) ; although that may or may not be all that he has :0 Like we have seen him CLIMBING using his one hand/arm only!!! 😯

If you can, can you make the scenarios “suggestive” 👀 I would be all over Echo if I saw him doing a pull-up with one arm.

Thanks and besitos!

Damn, I hope 18+ Smut is okay too, cause this thought carried me to some places....

The Bad Batch x Fem!Reader – Spicy Workout

SMUT 18+

Suggestive/Nudity/FiV/PiV/Oral recieving/aso.

Hunter

His worktout consists mostly of boxing, running and when it arises obstacle courses or sparring matches.

You've watched him work out and see the muscles tighten under his tanned skin. In his muscle shirt and loose training pants. Such an unfamiliar outfit and such a heating sight.

Your pulse quickens and Hunter lifts his gaze, having just done a few push-ups.

"You okay?"

You blink, caught, has he noticed how you adore him?

"Hmm?"

"Your pulse is a little high if I'm not mistaken."

You shake your head as if you have no idea what he means.

He slowly stands up and on impulse you ask, "Can you show me some stuff?"

"Stuff?"

You nod and stand up, you make a few nervous hand movements and say, "Well, you know a few grips, a few moves to defend myself."

He smiles understandingly.

"Oh I see, yes of course, come here".

Your heart skips a beat, such simple words and a very simple movement, Hunter as he holds out his hand invitingly to you and your senses begin to dance a whole new beat. As his hand closes around yours a shiver runs through you, he usually wears gloves, not today, for the first time his bare fingers touch you and you almost lose yourself in that simple touch.

"What's wrong with you today? You seem… amped up"

"But I'm calm," you say uncertainly.

He shakes his head as he turns your back to him.

"Yes, but only on the outside"

"Maybe I'll find this exciting?"

He laughs softly and says "Don't worry, there's no need to be nervous, I'll be careful, I won't hurt you while sparring"

That was not your concern at all, but as far as you are concerned, he should believe that.

"Okay, I trust you"

"Good"

He reached under your arms from behind and levered them out, slowly, gently, just to get you into the stance you needed to get out of. He was pressed up against you, very close, his body heat and every taut muscle so close that it began to tingle under your skin.

"Now, I'm going to show you how to get out of this hold without getting too-"

"No wait…"

He pauses. Before he can really ask why, he smells the answer. A stuttering breath comes over his lips followed by a low growl.

"You want me to hold you like this?" he asks, his voice suddenly a whole touch deeper and huskier.

"Yes…. please."

He spins you around, you still in his grip, your arms levered out with his muscular arms, his hands on your neck, he presses you against the outer hull of the Marauder.

You clutch your legs to his as he pushes them apart to anchor you and arch your back, pushing your pelvis toward the back so you could feel his hard length against your pubic through his gym shorts and your thin yoga pants.You hang in his strong grip and he starts grinding into you, draging his lenght anlong your cunt and makes you moan.

Close to your ear, he moans: "This is just the workout I need today".

Echo

One-armed push-ups, fascinated you watch Echo as the muscles in his arm tense and stand out clearly. Echo topless is simply irresistible. You swallow and lick your lips.

"Mesh'la," he says a little breathlessly, since he's been working out for a while "How long are you going to keep watching me anyway?"

You jump up from your seat startled, you didn't know he had noticed you.

He knows exactly how much you like watching him, after all it's not the first time.

He gets up, comes over to you and sits down on the bench you were sitting on before.

He looks up at you, his typical bashfulness on his face with a hint of mischievousness.

"Want me to do the special work out with you again?"

You bite your lower lip with relish and nod.

"Then you'll have to take off your panties, Mesh'la," he says so gently that your panties almost slide down on their own.

You comply with his request and kneel over his lap.

"Good girl," he coos.

He smiles and says, "You know the drill, hold on to my shoulders".

You do as you're told and his hand wanders over your thighs under the hem of your skirt, roaming over the already tingling skin. You know what to expect and your arousal is already gathering between your glowing thighs.

His fingers find your moist folds and stroke them gently, teasingly, as he lets out a pleasurable hum as you moan his name softly. One finger finds your wet entrance and slowly advances inside you, then very slowly a second, stretching you gently, deliciously.

"Hmmm, Echo."

His thumb settles on your clit, applying gentle pressure. His arm tenses, muscles hard as stone. You can't help it, one of your hands wandered over the arm, feeling it in fascination. He smiles proudly.

"Now be a good girl and ride my hand".

You feel heat rising in your cheeks and your walls tighten around his fingers, you start bobbing up and down on his hand, fucking yourself on his fingers while your pearl rubs against his thumb.

He looks at you, his eyes glazed and dark with arousal.

"Such a good girl, that's it" he praises you.

Your arousal begins to drip over his fingers and hand as you shamelessly chase your climax on his strong hand. You look down and see his hard length twitching in his workout pants. You think this game is too incredibly hot and yet you can't wait for him to ask you to get under you so he can continue his push-ups.

Wrecker

When Wrecker asked you to help him train, you had no idea how it would end.

Wrecker's workout mainly involved lifting incredible weights, you had no idea how you could help him.

When you asked him what you should do, he asked you to undress.

You raised your eyebrows in amusement, "Oh do you want to work with a distraction challenge today?"

Wrecker laughs suggestively, "Yeah, something like that."

No sooner are you undressed he reaches out and presses you upside down against him, his head between your bare thighs. He falls over your pussy with his lips and tongue. He has a firm grip on you while standing in the middle of the training room.

"OH! Wrecker!

He chuckles at your clit.

He murmurs delving into your wet folds, "Not much of a challenge, but a hot one".

He holds you against his body and you support yourself with your hands against his thighs. He's wild, hungry, lapping at your folds and clit, dipping into your slit again and again.

"Taste so goood," he hums.

It tingles it tickles it feels wonderful. Every one of your nerve endings vibrates. As you see his cock swell in his pants, you pull down his workout pants. As you grip his meaty, big erection with your hand and your lips close around his tip, he moans in surprise into your pussy. You pump his hard length in your hand and suck on his tip. He softly bucks his hips up and his cock into your mouth. His face is completely smeared with your arousal.

"Mmm, mesh'la that's a nice little twist," he hums at your clit.

Tech

Unfortunately, he often neglects his training in favor of other projects that keep him busy, however, he needs to take care of his back because first of all he doesn't pay enough attention to his posture and secondly he basically has problems with his back. He is very tall and slim, he tends to let his shoulders droop and his muscles suffer as well.

"Tech?"

"Yes my dear?"

Your beloved genius is tinkering with a new project, an improved scanner that will help keep better track of Echo's vitals and implants.

"What about your workout, you can't put it off again".

Tech sighs. Part of his workout consists of swimming to strengthen his back muscles, he actually loves that, whenever you are near water he really enjoys doing that workout, but right now you were far from any bodies of water.

You see his unenthusiastic expression and say, "What if I reward you for doing your workout?"

Tech raises his eyebrows questioningly as well as with interest.

"A reward?" he asks, slowly placing the scanner and tools on the table in front of him.

You nod with a smile.

A few minutes later, Tech is sitting on the bench in the training room, you've pulled his pants down a bit and have his hard length in your hands.

Tech sits up straight, he pulls some weights overhead behind his neck and pushes them back up. His thighs tremble slightly as your tongue twitches over his cock.

"Good boy," you coo "Keep going."

"Yes, Cyare" he breathes.

You press your tongue to the underside of his length and close your lips around him, bobbing your head up and down. Tech's breath stutters but he pulls himself together because every time he pauses, you stop too.

"Keep going, be my good boy and I reward you".

Crosshair

His workout consists mainly of running and weapons training. You quickly gave up on participating in this. You just couldn't keep up with his long, fast legs when running, he was incredibly agile and he gave everything so that you couldn't keep up at all just to annoy you.

The same goes for weapons training, of course he's better, he's also better than his brothers and he tends to show off and mock more or less in a fun way.

One day when you give up, sulking and retreat he says behind you, "Oh come on, you didn't expect to keep up with me did you?"

You sigh and don't dignify this question with an answer, you know he's just teasing you again anyway.

When he realizes you're not stopping he says, "Okay wait!"

He can't stand it when your attention is no longer on him, he basks in it and enjoys it, lolling in your attention like a cat.

As you slowly turn to him he says, "Okay, I've been gloating, I'll admit that. How about I show you some Sniper training?"

You cross your arms in front of your chest.

" Not sure about that"

"Why? I'll teach you what you want to know" he says, stepping closer to you.

Of course you comply, you're lying in the grass, you have your hands on the Firepuncher and he's giving you instructions. You do well, both of you are quite pleased.

"Now for more interesting things," he says suddenly, laying over you while you're still lying on your stomach holding the gun. Instantly, heat seeps into the triangle between your thighs and your panties become damp. Crosshair presses up against you, one hand slips under your body into your panties and begins rubbing your clit. A small squeak comes from your lips.

"C-Cross!"

He laughs softly, "Let's see how well you do with distraction?"

Not well at all, you miss every target. Still he praises you, it's a little confusing but you don't care either. The way he touches you, the way he pushes himself against you, is much more important. He pulls your pants down, not all the way, but far enough.

"Let's see how you do with my cock working in your pussy".

Heat rises in your cheeks and you moan unabashedly as he pushes his cock, still lying above you, past your thighs and buns and into your pussy. Close to your ear you hear a groan from his mouth.

"Sweet and wet… now concentrate"

He is slowly pounding into you, moaning while giving you orders.

You're overwhelmed, you're hitting next to nothing, but still he praises you, his mind isn't quite on the job either, but that doesn't matter to you or him at this moment.

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Despite everything.

To all the shirtless Hunter requests! He washed his bandanas with the whites and now the bad batch have pretty pink briefs.

NSA

A short, 1.2k word fic. Smut.

Female reader.

Crosshair is struggling with your ‘no strings attached’ arrangement, as he finds that many, many strings are attached.

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fallin' for ya

Crosshair x GN!reader

pre TBB, pre Echo :(

sum: you aren't watching where you're going and crash into a very handsome clone

wc: 1k

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You were rushing down the hall, quickly unclipping your datapad from your belt and checking the chrono on your vambrace. Three minutes. Three minutes to make it halfway across Tipoca city to the debrief room for some last minute meeting that you really shouldn't have to attend. After all, they were only armory stats, which you could send over in 2 seconds flat, but no. The commander insisted you be there. Just in case. 

You were so focused on checking the files you had just uploaded for the meeting that you failed to look up when rounding the corner past the hangar bay, leading you to slam hard into the side of a passerby. The victim of your distraction must have caught their leg on yours, because their weight quickly shifted forward. In a moment of uncharacteristic grace, you managed to swing your arms around to catch their weight, leaning heavily on your left leg, your datapad clattering to the floor.

And then you saw him. He seemed to be a clone, but not like any clone you’d seen before. His hair was a sleek silver, closely cropped, and his gaunt face was marked with a tattoo over his right eye. Your hands wrapped around a rather slender waist as the gravity of your positioning settled in. Whoever this unfortunate clone is, you just dipped him in the middle of the hall; your cheeks started to heat up. At least, you noticed, he had grappled onto you also. One hand gripped at your shoulder, right at the junction of your neck, his thumb grazing your collarbone over your GAR issued uniform, while the other dangled a large rifle just brushing your calf.

But what you really noticed was his eyes. Their chestnut color shone with surprise at the vulnerable tilt he had just been swung into. You vaguely registered his squad standing in your periphery, and, after what felt like minutes but couldn't have been more than a few seconds, pulled him back into an upright position.

Gazing up at him, you also clocked that he was taller than the average clone. He was certainly taller than you, and standing rather close since your hands had yet to leave his waist. Your uniform felt quite tight on your skin. 

“You okay?” you questioned, trying to make some sort of recovery from that embarrassing display, while slowly drawing back your arms from around him. Hopefully he didn't catch the breathless tone of your voice. His shock seemed to have subsided some, and the previous gaping look he held morphed into something closer to a sneer. He opened his mouth to respond, when suddenly your vambrace crackled to life.

“Y/L/N!” You cringe at the tone. The commander was not happy.

“On my way, Sir,” You spare a final glance to the man before scooping up your datapad and skirting around him and the rest of his black and red-clad squad, retreating from the scene you no doubt created, not daring to look back. 

You made it to the durasteel doors without any more incidents, your eyes staying straight ahead to avoid any further collisions. Scanning your badge, you attempted to sneak into the meeting without much fuss. The commander’s bucket snapped to meet you from across the room, and you could feel his glower through the expressionless helm. Quietly sliding to the back of the room, you tried to keep your focus, but your mind kept slipping back to your altercation, the feeling of your hands circling his waist and the grip of his hand on your shoulder. Through the long meeting, your cheeks never quite lost their warmth.

xxx

Crosshair watched their hastily retreating form until they were out of sight before donning his best grimace and shifting to look at his brothers. All of them had barely contained glee at his misfortune. Hunter was obviously biting his cheek to hold in a laugh and maintain some decorum, but his eyes were gleaming with laughter. Tech had a small smirk, sparking a slight twist of fear in his stomach that that whole ordeal may have been recorded. Who was he kidding, Tech was always recording. He was ruined. 

Wrecker, however, did not show restraint, letting out a hearty laugh and clapping Crosshair on the back with a heavy hand. His scowl intensified as he shoved Wrecker’s arm from where it rested and began to stalk back to the barracks. He vaguely registered Hunter, hopefully asking Tech if he was recording, Tech’s short “obviously” sparking further laughter from the bunch he was leaving behind him.

After settling on his buck to begin the process of cleaning his rifle, his mind flickered back to you. The shock on your face, seemingly surprised that you caught him, the way your eyes raked appreciatively across his face, the way your arms settled snugly around him. He adjusted himself on the bunk, unsettled by how quickly you had invaded his thoughts. He added more grease to the rag as your features flashed through his mind. You had looked so pretty above him. That thought had him stopping in his tracks. A light blush settled across his cheekbones and he decided to tuck that mental image away for later, before returning to his work with a new sense of vigor.

After what must have been only a quarter hour, Crosshair heard the swishing sound of the door opening. He had since finished with the barrel and had moved on to inspect his scope when a name flew through the air. He turned his head slightly to see Tech leaning against the doorframe. Tech repeated the name when Cross didn’t respond, elaborating:

“Your hero,” snark dripping from his voice, “A Weapon Systems Repair Officer in the level 3 armory. In case you were wondering.”

“I wasn't,” he hissed, his mind turning the new knowledge over in his head.

“Checks have been completed and Hunter and Wrecker have left for the Mess.”

And then he was gone, leaving Cross alone with his rifle and his thoughts. Very softly, he tested your name out on his tongue. Maker, he was going to regret this.

Though, now that he was really looking at it, his scope did seem a bit off. Perhaps he needed to get it adjusted. Perhaps he knew a very pretty officer who could help him out.

773 Firepuncher Rifle

Summary: Crosshair has given you a simple and specific order: get yourself off on his rifle, and make it messy. Pairing: Crosshair x Reader

Reader Description: Reader is female, and uses she/her pronouns. This fic does not include any descriptions of her appearance. Word count: 2.1k Tags: Gun kink, Friends with benefits, Smut, Grinding, Teasing, Mutual masturbation.

(gif credit: @kybacrystal​ from this post)

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Needy Crosshair headcanons, with a gender-neutral reader!

(450 words.)

On some days, Crosshair has no problem asking for a kiss and a cuddle.

Other days, however, it’s his biggest challenge.

It usually boils down to who’s around, if he’s having a good day, if he’s stressed about anything, how sleepy he is, and so forth.

He’s always in denial about being needy. Point it out, and Crosshair will let out a huff as he comes up with any and every excuse.

“You’re far worse than me.”

“Is showing affection now considered being needy?”

“Fine, I’ll keep my hands to myself, then wait for you to backtrack, and beg for affection.”

One of Crosshair’s favourite things is head rubs. Give him a good fussing, and he’ll forever be yours.

Again, Crosshair doesn’t openly ask for it. He’ll rest his head on your thigh, and hope that you’ll automatically begin petting him.

If you don’t pick up on his hint, then he’ll pick up your hand, and rest it on the crown of his head. You can’t make that any more obvious, right?

Crosshair tends to be the bigger person in bed, but on the odd occasion, he’ll want to be the little spoon, or rest his head on your chest as he snuggles up to you.

Again, that is the perfect position for more head rubs.

Crosshair isn’t one to double text - he’ll text you once, then wait for your reply - but on days when you’re busy or distant, Crosshair will send another message after a few hours.

It’s often something small, such as “are you alright?” or “I’m here when you’re ready.”

A minor sign to show Crosshair’s presence, and patience. Honestly, talk to him when you’re ready. He’ll never get stroppy over your schedule, especially if you’re having an off day.

He does the same after an argument. You’ll storm off into separate rooms, and after some cool down time, Crosshair will be the one to text you, “do you want to try and talk this out?”

Crosshair doesn’t get jealous easily, and if he is showing signs of jealousy, he’ll never admit to it.

If somebody is paying too much attention to you, Crosshair will simply loop his arm around your waist, and stand there patiently as the stranger puts two and two together.

The aftermath, however, is a total sign of neediness.

Holding hands. Making out. Sitting on his lap. Crosshair will go through every trick in the book to show that you’re his.

And even after the stranger has left, he’ll still cling onto you like an affectionate tooka; maybe it’s some form of reassurance, or maybe Crosshair is simply letting his guard down.

Who knows? Enjoy it whilst it lasts!

Hunter: What’s the expression? Fool me once, shame on me. Fool me twice... fiddle-dee-dee.

Crosshair: Fool me once, and I’ll be fooled for a day. Teach me how to fool people, and I’ll be fooled for the rest of my life.

Wrecker: Fool me once, fool me twice, fool me chicken soup with rice.

Tech: I do believe that’s the expression.

Cyare: Ah yes, the five love languages…

Cyare: *points at Crosshair* “Touch starved.”

Cyare: *points at Wrecker* “I love Stuff.”

Cyare: *points at Hunter* “I’m so fucking tired, please god let me rest for five minutes.”

Cyare: *points at Tech* “Hey pay attention to me.”

Cyare: *points at Crosshair* “My family never told me they loved me.”

Hunter:

Wrecker:

Tech:

Crosshair:

Crosshair: Wait why did I get two.

Wrecker: When are you gonna fall in love?

Crosshair: I can’t even fall asleep.

Hunter: Who the fuck added me to a fucking group chat?

Omega: >:O Language

Echo: Yeah watch your fucking language.

Wrecker: OK WHO TAUGHT ECHO THE FUCK WORD?!

Crosshair: “The fuck word.”

Tech: Are you stupid? You guys use the f*** word all the time.

Wrecker: Oh my god he censored it.

Echo: Say fuck, Tech.

Crosshair: Do it, Tech. Say fuck.

Crosshair: I don’t like it.

Hunter: You don’t like anything.

Crosshair: I like rifles and you guys.

Crosshair: And I’m not admitting that out loud again for at least another decade.

Hunter: I get really nervous when I talk to cute people.

Wrecker: Aww… WAIT A MINUTE.

Tech: Are you, by chance, insinuating that our physical traits are to be deemed undesirable therefore the barrier of communication is not at all hindered on your end—

Crosshair: Yes. He’s calling you ugly, Tech.

Wrecker: HEY asshole, you’re included in this too!

*Hunter has left the chat*

Tech: Yes I do believe that Hunter’s term was plural, therefore it includes everyone in this group with whom he interacts. The result is that he does not exhibit any signs of disquietude because we are, to put it plainly, ugly.

Crosshair: Speak for yourself.

[Tech and Crosshair are the math whizzes and it’s what I said. They always work on equations together and often get into heated debates that sound like a foreign language to the others but I imagine it goes something like this:]

Tech: Why are you integrating?

Crosshair: Because you integrate to go from displacement to velocity.

Tech: You don’t integrate! It’s differentiation!

Crosshair: We wrote this down five minutes ago.

Tech: I am simply in awe of you right now, Crosshair.

Crosshair: I get that a lot.

Tech: Explain yourself.

Crosshair: *sighing* It’s the derivative.

Tech: And you are also calculating the vector angles?

Crosshair: *slaps the back of his head* Yes, keep up, nerd.

Hunter: When both of you are here, I lose all my brain cells.

Tech: Do not blame me for Crosshair’s poor computational delivery.

Crosshair: >:(

Wrecker: *covering his ears* I can hear you two arguing over stuff like this when I’m not sittin’ next to ya!

Flirting with Hunter vs. Flirting with Crosshair:

Hunter: If I were a gardener, I’d put our tulips together.

You: Awwww.

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Crosshair: If I were a gardener, you’d be my hoe.

You: ...Thanks.

What your favourite Bad Batcher says about you!

Not to be taken seriously, just a few traits I’ve picked up in people, based on who their favourite Bad Batcher is. Gender-neutral!

Hunter - You are a fan of one of these things, if not both: rough and rugged men who come across as dominant, but are actually submissive, OR sad little wet dogs. You know those ’sponsor an animal today!’ adverts, and they show you all the animals with their sad lil’ eyes gawking at the camera? Yeah, that’s Hunter. You probably have a comfort item of some kind - a teddy, blankey, pillow, etc - and heaven forbid you ever wash that thing. They’re fragile, okay?! Holding hands is one of your favourite forms of affection, along with head massages, and words of affirmation. You big, sappy baby.

Tech - Nerrrrd. No seriously, you’ve got to be a geek of some sort. That, or you’re the total opposite to him. A goth, perhaps? Maybe you like Tech because he reminds you of your dorky high school days when you were bullied for your basic interests. On a brighter note, Tech fans are always sweet and kind, straightforward, possibly a little… autistic. You probably own a fidget item of some kind, and you love ‘floor time.’ Oh, and one of your favourite things on a man are their thighs - perfect cushions!

Wrecker - You’re 100% an angel, alright?! I’ve never met a Wrecker fan who isn’t the sweetest soul to ever grace this earth. You’re probably not into the gym - if anything, you prefer food, and you’re more than happy with your size and figure. You always have that one jacket that you wear, despite having a wardrobe full of others. Bright colours are your favourite because they’re positive, and who doesn’t want to be surrounded by bright and happy colours? You probably also own that Lula plush too, or you’ve made your own. Crafty lil’ nerd.

Echo - Either you drink wine, or gin. Or you don’t drink at all. There’s no middle ground here. You definitely sleep in a bed full of blankets and pillows, only to push them off during the night because you’re too damn hot! Cuddles are a very comforting thing to you, and one of your favourite forms of love language. You’re either incredible at maths, or shit. Overall, you’re soft and tender, but damn, you can bark when you really want to, and Maker forbid that anybody ever feels your bite!!

Crosshair - Okay, but… you don’t have daddy issues, that’s the thing. Everybody assumes that because you’re a little edgy, when in reality, your trauma stimulates from elsewhere. Childhood bullying, perhaps? You know how everybody is either a black cat, or a golden retriever? Yeah, you’re a black cat, but that doesn’t mean you prefer solitude. You don’t let just anyone into your circle - trust is a big thing, and it takes a long time to build up with you. However, when someone gets through, they find out that you’re just a big sappy baby. A big sappy baby who prefers to be the little spoon.

Commander Cody went AWOL

EVERYONE SHUT UP AND LOOK AT THIS PIC OF TECH I FOUND

Jealousy

Recent events between Phee and Tech have you feeling... well to put it bluntly, have you feeling jealous.

2.4k words - first person - gender neutral

Tags: Reader x Tech, GN Reader (let me know if I used anything gender specific and I will edit it out), Jealous!Reader, Best Friend!Hunter, mild spoilers for Season 2 Episode 13, pining, angst, fluff, love confessions, kissing

I would like to preface this by stating for the record, I am in no way against the direction they are going with Tech and Phee. I love that they are leading toward a canon romance (or at the very least hinting at it). However, posts made by people voicing their own opinions have inspired me to write this because I've never written a jealous!reader before and it sounded fun. Now that that’s out of the way, enjoy!

I had been cordial, friendly even with Phee. She was decent… for a pirate. Not that we had been much better in recent times, so who was I to judge? But what had me sucking at my teeth while I glared from my seat behind Tech was the way she was touching him. So familiar. And this nickname she had for him always made my stomach twist. ‘Brown eyes.’ How creative of her. I shouldn’t be so mad at her. She was going to help us afterall. Stars I just… I can’t figure out why she rubs the wrong way so hard.

I was silent as the dead the whole trip to wherever she was taking us. I hadn’t realized I was clenching my jaw until it unclenched. My whole mouth fell slack at the sight of this small island civilization. Beautiful blue waters surrounded a mountain dotted with small white huts. It looked so peaceful, so serene. Tech landed the Maurauder at the peak of the mountain, where there stood a tall tree and an even taller temple-like structure. As I stepped out of the ship the warm sun hit my skin and I sighed in relief. My seething anger melted away from me almost instantly.

A man, whom Phee referred to as Shep appeared on the platform, along with a young girl. She hugged the man, which made my anger melt even more. Maybe this was her husband and child? Maybe she’s just really friendly by nature. Then I overheard Wrecker make a joking comment towards Tech.

“Looks like you’ve got some competition.” He nudged Tech with his elbow to emphasize the remark. I bit my cheek and rolled my eyes, a gesture Hunter couldn’t help but notice. I relaxed a little when I took notice of Tech’s utter confusion towards Wrecker’s remark as he lowered his datapad. Phee then introduced Shep to us as the mayor of this island, Pabu, and his daughter Lyanna. Phee proceeded to list us off by name, Omega, myself, Hunter, Wrecker, and then Tech. My anger flared back up just a little when she saved Tech’s name for last, but I quickly attempted to stomp out the internal flame. Hunter was giving me a side eye, which meant I wasn’t quick enough about it.

After the introductions were made, Shep invited us all to eat with them at his home. As we were leaving the platform, Phee stated that she would catch up. Tech lingered behind the group, she said something to him and left. He turned around smiling and proceeded to catch up. I noticed his grin and his body language when they were talking, and I felt twinge. It wasn’t anger or hatred. This was something else entirely. I was so lost in thought I hadn’t realized that I was becoming a straggler, lingering so far behind the group that I couldn’t hear what any of them were saying. It didn’t matter. My heart pounded in my ears and I could feel a lump forming in my throat. I didn’t want to feel like this, not when everyone else was so happy. Yet here I was, turning green with jealousy. Worse yet, I couldn’t understand why. I turned my head to look out at the water as I walked, hoping the view would calm me as it had before. I was so focused that I didn’t notice Hunter blocking my path until it was too late.

I would have walked square into his chest if he hadn’t grabbed me by the shoulder with a gentle, yet firm hand. The contact startled me and I let out a small yell and clutched my chest.

“Hunter! You nerf-herder nearly gave me a heart attack,” I exclaimed. 

He was silent for a moment and then responded with a simple, “Your heart’s fine. Your head is what I’m concerned about.”

I tried to feign confusion. I knew exactly what he was talking about, but I was hoping if I acted dumb he wouldn’t pry. As usual, it didn’t work. He shouted up to the rest of the group that we would catch up in a minute, then turned his attention back to me.

“Talk to me. What’s going on? You’ve been off all day.” He was looking at me with that sincere concerned look he gets, and I knew I couldn’t hide what was bothering me. I sighed and fell against the wall to my right.

“It’s… Phee.” I started, struggling to get the words out.

“I figured out that much,” he stood in front of me, folding his arms over his chest. “The question is why does she make you so angry?”

I froze. My heart dropped into my stomach. I knew why. I had figured it out moments before the collision with Hunter. I wasn’t ready to say yet. Not fully.

“Because…” I hesitated, looking everywhere but Hunter’s eyes.

“Because?” He echoed.

I sighed heavily. I couldn’t say it. I physically couldn’t make the words take form, despite them being right on the tip of my tongue. I was struggling and he could tell. He stepped closer to me and I felt a caloused hand touch my cheek carefully. I finally let myself look at him. He had this knowing look on his face.

“Do you need me to say it for you?” He asked. I bit my lip and shook my head in agreement. There was no way of knowing if he actually knew what was running through my mind, but it did always kind of feel like he could read minds sometimes.

“You’re in love with Tech.”

He stated it so easily. Like it wasn’t the most planet shattering phrase in the galaxy. Tears welled in my eyes and I whispered a barely audible, “Yes.”

Hunter pulled me into a tight hug as the tears began to fall, and then the verbal floodgates released.

“I can’t stand it, Hunter. Seeing the two of them together. She’s always flirting with him. Touching him or calling ‘Brown Eyes.” What kind of kriffing nickname is that anyways? ‘Brown Eyes’? You all have brown eyes! At least be more original than that! But that’s not even the worst part. The worst part is the way he looks at her. He would never look at me like that…”

“That you’ve seen…” Hunter mutters under his breath. I pull away and stare at him with a furrowed brow.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” I questioned.

“Nothing. I think you should talk to Tech. Tell him how you feel. If he feels the same then you can stop feeling so jealous. If he doesn’t… then at least you have closure.” He grabs my shoulder one last time and gives it a squeeze. “Think about it over dinner, okay?”

“Okay…” I responded.

I gathered myself and we headed toward the home of the Mayor. Dinner felt… long. Scratch that. It felt like an eternity. Phee was her usual self, and Tech seemed to actually be enjoying it. I felt sick. I couldn’t eat anymore. I stood up from the table abruptly and excused myself. I wasn’t sure where I was going to go, but I needed to get away from there. I decided to go back to the ship. I raced up the steps as fast as my legs would carry me. I don’t even think I was halfway there before I got winded and had to stop for breath. I felt far enough away that I could at least take my time now. I decided to take a break to watch the sunset, hoping that it would make me feel better. It was sort of working to calm my nerves, until I heard my name being called by a familiar voice. I turned my head to catch a glimpse of Tech, running up the steps towards me. His long legs carried him up two or three steps at a time. My heart raced and I panicked. I couldn’t face him like this. I turned quickly from him and began sprinting back up the steps, with him in tow and gaining. I was already exhausted from booking it up the steps before and my endurance was nothing compared to a clone’s, so it was a given that he was going to eventually catch up to me. I at least managed to get to the landing second to the top before he got to me. He caught my hand in his and my heart leapt inside my chest.

He was breathing hard from the exertion, “What…is…going…on?” He spoke, panting between his words.

“Just…leave…me…alone.” I panted back. I pulled my hand from his, despite wanting to keep it there forever. I tried to move to continue my climb, but I was too slow. His hands pressed into my shoulders and shoved me against the wall. My eyes widened at the show of brute force he was exhibiting. It wasn’t like him to use his strength like this. I had almost forgotten that, despite his differing physique, he was meant to be as strong as any other clone. There was escaping now, but I could still refuse to look in his eyes. If I did, I was sure I would break.

“Why are you running from me?” He still sounded exhausted, but his voice was like music to me. I sighed deeply and looked up at the sky, anything but his eyes. He lowered his head and continued to speak.

“Hunter…said I should be the one to come after you,” he admitted.

“That mud-scuffer…” I muttered.

Tech laughed, it was dry and tired, but it gave me chills. I was breaking already and I wasn’t even looking at him.

“Why didn’t he want me to catch you? Why are you running? And why… why won’t you look at me?” I could hear pain in his voice. I didn’t want to cause him pain. That was the last thing I wanted. I bit into my lower lip and finally met his stare. His eyes were filled with worry. He was looking straight into mine and I felt it. I was breaking. There was nothing stopping it.

“Please…” I pleaded with him in one last feeble attempt. “Please Tech… don’t.”

“I know something is wrong…” He ignored my pleas. “You can tell me anything. You know that.”

He was right. I am usually so open with him, so why should this be any different. Just tell him how I feel, be rejected and move on. Like Hunter said.

“I…” I start, but lose my train of thought when I look into his eyes. I closed my eyes and leaned my head back against the wall. Just say it already.

“I love you.”

My heart was pounding so loudly I wasn’t sure if he had responded and I couldn’t hear him, or if he was being unusually silent. I couldn’t bear to look at him. I didn’t want to see his eyes, the look of betrayal over my confession. Or the confusion. I couldn’t take it. I just wanted him to tell me doesn’t feel the same way so this could all be over. Finally I felt movement, his hands left my shoulders. I still didn’t dare look at him, keeping my eyes shut tight and my head against the wall. Still nothing from him. Maybe he left. I finally decided to open my eyes, to see if he truly had just walked away. But I couldn’t have been more wrong.

He was standing in front of me, looking magnificent with the sunset behind him. His hands were limp at his sides. I took my time working my way to his eyes. Wanting to avoid the moment for just a little longer. His mouth hung open slightly in shock. Finally I made it to his eyes, but they didn’t have the look I had been expecting. There was shock, which was to be expected, but something else. Something… contemplative.

“Tech, I–” I began, but the moment I spoke he moved in towards me. His hands found my neck and jaw, much softer than Hunter’s were, and fitting there perfectly as if they were made to hold me. Tech’s body was pressed completely against mine, with one of his legs tucked between mine. His face wasn’t even an inch from mine, as he nuzzled my nose with his own. My breath hitched in my throat as he spoke. His voice was still familiar, but the tone was foreign. He spoke low and with a heat I had never heard come from him before.

“Say it again,” he requested.

“I– I love you, Tech,” I confessed once more, as I leaned into his hand. And then his lips were on mine. Soft and gentle, patiently waiting for me to confirm that this action was okay. I kissed him back, pressing into him and reveling in this moment. He hummed happily and deepened the kiss. We continued like this till the sun had set completely. Finally we broke apart for air and he pressed his forehead to mine.

I needed to hear him say the words. So I leaned back, wanting to see him say it. Then I breathlessly asked, “Do you love me?”

“Emotions are a complex concept, and I don’t fully believe that words can be utilized to sum up one's feelings at any given point. But… if I had to put a word to what I am feeling, then… yes. Love is about as close to explaining how I feel about you.” He responded, making even that absurdly roundabout ‘yes’ sound sexy.

I laughed, “I wouldn’t have expected you to say you love me in any other way.”

“Am I truly that predictable?” He looked a little offended.

“Hmm… occasionally.” I responded. “For example, I didn’t know what to expect from you when I confessed. But I do know what you’re going to say next.”

“Do you now?” He cocked his head in amusement.

“Mmhm. You’re going to say we should head back before the others begin to worry,” I replied.

His eyes widened slightly, “How did yo–” 

“I know you,” I shrugged, grabbing him by the arm. “So, let’s head back. There’s plenty of time for… this, later.”

He blushed a little at the thought, and agreed to head back down to the Mayor’s home. I finally felt at ease. I hope the rest of the night is more relaxing.

Masterlist

Crosshair: *generalized as smooth and flirty bastard*

Also Crosshair: Do you have two tongues in your mouth?

You: What? No..

Crosshair:

You:

Crosshair: Do you want to?

Shy Tech

Tech x Reader

Just a short thing I had written down sometime last week. Wrote it down after a dream, wich is why it is so short and a little out of context. Nothing big. No Warnings. Just cute Tech being super nervous around reader.

Shy Tech

You had never been to Geonosis before. It was another desert planet, but this one was covered with red sand and rocks. It looked somehow even more inhospitable than Tatooine.

"Who would want to live here?" you asked to no one in particular as you waited outside the ship for Rex.

But of course, Tech took the opportunity to chat from his infinite store of knowledge.

"The Geonosians are a winged, insectoid species. Despite their insectoid origins, Geonosians have no skin armor, but smooth, thin skin. They have long arms with relatively small hands, crooked legs, and claws on their feet. Despite their gaunt frame, they are very strong. Geonosians are generally naked, except for a loincloth that sparsely covers their private parts. Upper body clothing is unnecessary for both men and women. Because they wear no clothing, they are more agile than most opponents and also use their clawed feet for defense. The Geonosian language consists of clicking and cracking sounds. They live in..."

"Oh my gaaaaawd, shut up, will ya?!" Wrecker interrupted Tech in his loud voice, "Nobody cares about that much information."

Tech was annoyed by this rude interruption, but he actually shut up and refocused on his datapad.

You rose from the box you were sitting on, walked through the red sand to Tech, and sat right next to him. He looked up from his datapad at you briefly, then focused back on the device in his hand.

"They live in...?" you asked him quietly.

Surprised, he blinked and looked back up into your face.

"Please don't encourage him," Wrecker muttered.

"Don't be so rude!" you fired back, silencing him in surprise.

Tech's ears went all red again, and to hide it, he hastily put on his helmet, despite the barely tolerable heat out here. It was interesting and amusing to see. Tech was the one who always kept a calm head in the most dangerous situations, but you always managed to shake him in some way.

Omega appeared at your side and gently tugged on your shirt to get your attention. Omega gestured for you to lean in with your ear to her, then whispered, "I think Tech likes you a lot."

You chuckled, at which point Tech shot a surprised and nervous look at the two of you. He couldn't hear what Omega was saying to you, but he was sure you were talking about him. He uneasily shifted his weight on the crate he and you were sitting on before finally standing up, pretending to be fully focused on the datapad again, and walking to the ship's ramp.

"I think we gave him the wrong impression," you sighed.

But you were distracted by an approaching small troop transport before you girls could discuss this topic further.

"Finally. Rex shows up," Hunter muttered.

As Rex came down the ramp, you were already running toward him, literally jumping on him.

Giggling, Rex wrapped his arms around you and lifted you off your feet for a moment. The other clones watched the scene in amazement. They knew you were friends with Rex, but they had no idea how close you actually were. If you had eyes in the back of your head, you would have seen the worried look on Tech's face. He was worried about how close you really were.

"Hey Firecracker," Rex greeted you teasingly, "How did you end up with these guys? I hope they're treating you well?"

You laughed as Rex eased you to your feet and back out of his embrace.

"They're all very gentle and decent to me," you replied.

"You'll tell me if that ever changes," he stated more or less jokingly.

"Yes, Captain," you replied playfully formal.

With a hand between your shoulders, he led you back to the rest of the crew.

With the supplies stowed on the Havoc Maurauder and everything else ready to go, Rex, Hunter, and Omega headed out to get more supplies before leaving for Ryloth, while Echo, Wrecker Tech, and you stayed behind with the small troop carrier.

You went in first and looked around. There were no cabins, just a few bunks facing each other. So there would be no privacy at all. You suppressed a sigh, you knew it wouldn't be long, two days at most, before everything would be back to normal and the Havoc Maurauder was back.

Tech came in behind you and looked around as well, though you were sure he already knew what it was like inside. You continued to look around, ignoring for the moment that Tech was following you.

Finally you turned and looked at him when he eventually asked you, "How did you and Rex...? Become friends?"

Oh, that's going through his mind now....

"Back on Ord Mantell, in a bar. A guy couldn't take no for an answer and got physical. Rex was in the bar, he was watching the situation and finally intervened when it got out of hand. He saved me that night. Since then, we kept meeting at Cid's place. I went on a few missions with him and.... we saved each other's lives on those missions from time to time. Well, honestly, he saved me more times than I saved him."

Tech scratched the back of his head and thought for a moment before asking, "How close are you, anyway? Just... Friends? It looked like you guys were really close friends."

He was still wearing his helmet, you noted. Probably to hide himself. He didn't want you to read his face, but you didn't have to, because his voice and posture gave away enough to tell you he was nervous again.

"Well, I think when you save each other repeatedly, it creates a certain bond. But why? What are you implying?"

"Nothing! I just ... it looked like ..."

"It almost looked like you were having a romantic relationship," Echo, who had snuck up behind Tech, interrupted him impatiently.

Tech flinched in surprise, and you were sure he was all red under his helmet.

You giggled, "Rex and I, a romantic relationship with each other? No, that's really not the case and never has been. But I think he is probably my closest friend, there is no one I trust as much as him."

Echo smiled kindly and tapped Tech on the shoulder, "Maybe over time we can change that and you can add a few more people to your list that you can trust unconditionally."

You smiled at him and said frankly, "I'd love to. So far, you're well on your way to making it onto that list."

When Echo left the ship for a moment, you acted on an impulse that had long tickled you. You reached for Tech's helmet and pulled it off his head.

"Hey, what are you doing?" he asked indignantly.

When you kissed him on the mouth, gently pressing your lips to his, he fell abruptly silent and the blush shot back up his face.

When you broke away from his lips, he looked at you with wide eyes behind his goggles.

"More?" you asked simply.

He nodded silently, cheeks still flushed.

Echo walked in, "Hey guys look what I-ooookay, I'll- um come back later".

tech: WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT?

wrecker, holding a raccoon: his name is patches! i found him on a street while we were walking 'round coruscant

hunter: wrecker, put it back

crosshair, now staring into patches soul with hidden adoration: ...lets keep it

hunter: NO!

I have seen a lot of “Tech and Crosshair are twins” discussions scrolling by and I want to join the discourse! I fully support this HC because I have thought this for quite some time. So buckle up babes! I’m tossing my thoughts in the ring!

*stands up, clears throat, and raises index finger channeling my inner Tech vibe*

They are monozygotic twins; one little zygote, two little embryos

The Kaminoans didn’t complain because that’s a two for one deal on soldiers

Out of the Batch they look THE MOST alike: similar facial structure, similar body types (Tech has higher muscle mass because of the difference in their skill sets), exact same height (6’4”)

The only reason they don’t look identical is because of the Kaminoans manipulation of their genetic makeup to enhance their desirable mutations

When they were sitting next to each other in the mess during Aftermath, they gave big “twin besties who do everything together” vibes

Tech understands Crosshair in a way the others don’t. Now you can argue it’s because of how brilliant Tech is and he observes everything. But I stand by my statement that it’s their twin bond. See Kamino Lost:

Tech: Let it go, Wrecker. Crosshair has always been severe and unyielding. It is his nature. You cannot change that. He cannot change that.

Crosshair: Why are you defending me?

Tech: I am not. Understanding you does not mean that I agree with you.

Crosshair understands Tech in the same way.

Tech (imo) is the most vocal about wanting to get Crosshair back. His insistence in season 2 was what convinces Hunter to rescue Crosshair in spite of Hunter’s fears it was a trap. Once again understanding and knowing his twin better than the others.

I probably forgot some things but I’ll reblog this to add those as I remember them.

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Thank you for coming to my Tech talk.

I have a request that has kept me up at night. But the whole Batch’s reaction to seeing their s/o sunbathing nude.

Like they set up camp somwhere for a break from missions and they see that their s/o is missing and finds them a bit far from the others, laying on a flat rock, naked and enjoying the sun.

18+ or not you decide😍 have a lovely day!

Catching Rays***

All Bad Batch Boys X GN!Reader

warnings: gonna class this as only mild NSFW. Mentions of nudity, suggestive themes, established relationships, slight voyeurism but mainly fluff. Gender Neutral Reader.

Apologies about the wait @thesunwof - hope this is to your liking ♥️

Masterlist

Echo ☀️

As Echo stepped off the ship, two cold drinks in his hands for this luxurious hot day, his eyes scan for you but finds himself frowning at your disappearance. Asking the others where you went, Hunter gestured in the direction you dispersed off to and so Echo sets out to find you.

He tried to comm you, asking for your location but your lack of reply makes his stomach swirl in nerves. The panic of something happening to you was thick in his mind so much so he ended up in a mad sprint that had him abruptly coming to a halt, nearly falling at the sight that beheld him.

The area was quiet and serene, something you would find on a postcard but despite the beauty of the place - it was you who caught his attention.

Laid in the warm sun, your nude body glistened. A part of him felt relieved to see you fine but another part of him was jealous you didn’t ask him to join you. Yet a different part of him was quite aroused…“What are you up to?”

His voice woke you from your daydream, sitting up abruptly to see your other half standing in the tree line, a surprise yet pleasant look on his face.

“Just having a little bit of ‘me time’ but your free to join me.” You pat the spot beside you, waggling your brows at him mischievously.

“What if the others find us?” He approaches you but apprehension is in his voice as you rest your hands on his shoulders, pulling on his top teasingly to get it off.

“Then I guess it’ll be a fun little risk, won’t it?”

Echo chuckles but gives in. It’s been too long since he actually had the chance to lay back and relax with you. What better way to spend it too, in the nude under the warm sun?

Hunter ☀️

Hunter didn’t spot you right away, rather he smelt the intoxicating scent of your sweat - something he rather much loved.

He noticed your disappearance straight away and after tracking you down, his body tingles as your scent blows through the warm sun which lead him to seeing you; naked and not having a single care in the world. His mouth waters at the sight of you, his senses enhanced more so as your skin glitters in the sun.

“Well, well… what do we have here?” He speaks, making his presence known and you can only chuckle, sitting up on your elbows as you lead over your sunglasses at your boyfriend.

“Why? You like what you see Sarge?” You purr, eyes scanning his whole body and already being able to tell he was getting worked up.

“Of course,” he crosses the threshold until he can place a hand to your warm and exposed thigh, gently caressing your skin, “why didn’t you invite me along?”

Your eyes gleam in satisfaction. “I wanted you to find me, of course. And it looks like you already have.”

Hunter chuckles, and you can’t help but notice he’s already kicking his boots off as well as using his bandana to tie his hair back. “You going to join me?”

He pauses and looks down at you with a smirk. “How could I not?”

Wrecker ☀️

“WIT WOO!” You jolt at the sudden boom of Wreckers voice, breaking out of your tranquil state as you sit up with wide eyes, staring over at Wrecker who emerges from behind the trees. “All naked and sexy without me?” He mockingly pouts but his pout is soon followed by his laughter as he approaches.

“Hey big boy,” you grin at him, happy that he managed to track you down. After all, it would be painfully awkward if it was any of the others.

You don’t even have to ask but he’s already undressing, allowing you time to scoot across the rock you were sunbathing upon before he joins you, hands tucked behind his head before letting out a reliving sigh.

“Now this… this is how to relax.” He hums happily, a grin breaking across his handsome face.

Your eyes trail along his large and toned body, very much liking the sight of the sun shining down on every part of him. “It’s so nice, isn’t it?” You tilt your head to the side, resting your head softly against his shoulder as the two of you bathe under the sun and feel relaxation for the first time in a long time.

Tech ☀️

Tech scans the area, frowning just a bit when he realises that you were no where in sight. But when Crosshair told him you went through the trees to the north with a towel under your arm, Tech instantly realised where you went.

After he told you there were some beautiful places to sunbathe, Tech could only imagine that’s what you went to do. With the others settled and doing their own thing, he trudged along after you but finds himself using his datapad to track down your coordinates. Looks like you went on a bit of a hike too!

But as he steps into the clearing, his eyes widen in surprise at the sight in front of you. Clearly, you had been for a swim in the cool water beside you but as you lay on a rock, completely nude with your eyes closed, Tech was stumped on what to do.

He did admire you in silence for a small while, breathing ragged as he takes in your whole frame from your wet hair to the sun glistening against your legs. He was enamoured with you regardless as his significant other but seeing you calm and tranquil like this was perfect.

“Are you going to keep staring or join me?”

Your voice broke Tech out of his thoughts and he clears his throat with a small apology. “It seems to me that you are enjoying the sun.” He states as a fact, making you chuckle and raise your head to look his way.

“That I am. This is a pretty great spot to lay low for a while. And the sun? Maker, it feels so good!” You chime which lead Tech into talking about the benefits of the sun both physically, mentally and environmentally. To which, you listened in both amusement and intrigue.

“I don’t feel like getting undressed right this second but I do have another idea in mind…”

You raise a brow. “And what is that, my genius?” He gushes at the nickname before boldly telling you that he would like to record this moment. Of course, if that was okay with you.

“You want to take pictures of me?” You ask autopsied but a little excited at the prospect.

“I do. Only for myself to look at and admire, of course. Strictly between us.” He feels hot under his collar and he’s certain it’s not just the sun.

You think for a moment before nodding excitedly. Sitting up and brushing your wet hair back and strike a pose. “So, how do you want me?”

Crosshair ☀️

Crosshair and yourself hadn’t been dating for too long so when he sees you sunbathing naked, it was also the first time he had seen you, indeed, naked.

He leans against a tree, arms folded as he watches you catching the rays. There’s not a smirk on his lips, rather a smile at seeing you so at peace and not feeling at all vulnerable.

But, he wanted your attention.

When he purposely snaps a twig beneath his booth, he half expected you to jolt in surprise but you didn’t move an inch. Instead, you let out a soft exhale as a smirk flickers on your lips. “Hey Crosshair,”

He blinks in surprise but should know by now that nothing gets past you but still, he had to ask, “How did you know it’s me?”

“Who else would it be?”

He walks towards you until he’s towering over you but keeps his gaze on your face, “one of my brothers.”

You hum in amusement. “Oh, that would be a problem wouldn’t it?”

His eyes dance in a flicker of jealousy but also amusement too. “Yes, it would.”

“Jealous?”

“Naturally.” He replies honestly and smoothly which makes your heart flutter.

You pat the spot beside you. “Why don’t you lay with me?”

He tilts his head and let’s his eyes flicker gracefully over your body, a wanting look on his face. “I quite like the view where I am… you’re beautiful.”

You bring your hand up to push down your sunglasses to look at his face better, a heat flushing across your cheeks. “You think so?”

“I know so.” he breathes, his trained digits stroking your forearm, “How did I get so lucky?”

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My ko-if (not a necessity but if anyone is feeling generous I’d be very thankful.)

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The final girl

Congrats,you're the one who makes it to the end. Your instincts, paranoia and/or pure fucking stubbornness guide you every bloody step of the way. When the dawn finally breaks, you're the last one left standing

Sure, it cost you friends and loved ones and you're going to have one hell of a therapy bill, but at least you're alive.

Can we please normalise tagging posts as character x M! Reader or character x F! Reader. Same with GN! Reader fics because I'm non binary and I can't find any good fics that I can try imagine aren't fem. No hate to people who write for a fem reader but please tag your shit accordingly

I don't know your pronouns so I'll call you dude. Dude, self promote! Do it! Also thank you!!!

Surely I'm not the only sick of seeing hyper fem fics for characters from twd or tlou.. Readers always described as wearing something pink or lacy. I go by they/she but I dress quite masculine/androgynous. The other thing is that readers always like 5'2.. I'm 5'7.

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This is no hate to the authors or people who actually dress/look like this it's just disappointing that I can't find anything that actually feels like a reader insert for me.

EDIT 2: it's been 3 minutes since I first posted this but I'm just stupid and forgot things. The other fandom I tagged is rdr2. Haha and one more thing, reader is always depicted as bubbly and giggly.. I laugh like a seal being strangled and my humor is dry asf.

EDIT 3: Hopefully my last edit, the other thing I don't relate too is boob size. It's always "readers perky breasts bounce as they do something or another". I'm a AA at best.. And if reader has a small chest they're always insecure which I get people are but I love my small boobs. Stops me getting attention from men, I like men too but ✨Women✨