Avi And Thorn's First Meeting!! Poor Thorn Was DOOMED. And Fox Isn't Helping With His Teasing 😂

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Desk Job

Pairing: Commander Wolffe x Reader Word Count: 1.8K Rating: Explicit (18+ Only) Summary: You and Wolffe do ... work ... in your office. A/N: Idea for this taken from parts I edited out of One Moment More so you know it's going to be filthy lol.

It’s not always easy for you to relinquish control. Wolffe knows this. He’s an expert at watching you on the battle field, during training sessions, at mission debriefs with the Jedi Council when you demand to be heard, demand to know the ins and outs of every situation if only so you can make sure that if something goes wrong, it won’t be due to something you missed.

It’s not always easy for you to relinquish control, but in private moments like this — with you bent over in front of him, arms grasping for traction that doesn’t exist on the too slippery surface of your freshly polished office desk, Wolffe makes it his mission to unravel you.

“That feel good, mesh’la?” he whispers in your ear after he pulls you flush against his chest, finally taking pity on your scrambling arms.

The movement pushes him deeper into the tight warmth of your pussy and you nod frantically against the side of his face, a moan trapped under the hand he has clasped over your mouth. 

Wolffe hides a smirk in the crook of your neck as he feels silent whimpers beg to leave your lips. If the two of you were anywhere else — the 104th barracks, a star cruiser, anywhere that wasn’t your office in the GAR compound — Wolffe wouldn’t have his hand even near your mouth except to make sure your face stayed trained on him as he made you scream his name until your voice went raw.

Here, though, surrounded by walls that were shared with other offices, other people who couldn’t know about this, whispers are all that’s allowed. 

Wolffe can handle that, just barely, but you can’t, not without some help. He’s always more than willing to oblige, but sometimes, like now, there’s nothing he loves more than testing just how far he can push.

It’s a bit too easy for you to quiet your moans when turned away from him. When not forced to look down and see what he can always see: you, taking him, pulling him in over and over and drenching him in your juices. It’s a sight Wolffe never tires of, and, right now, he’s in a sharing mood.

With no warning, he pulls out of you, and if it wasn’t for his hand covering your mouth, your whines would no doubt pierce the durasteel walls. To be fair, Wolffe’s not much better off himself. The loss of your warm cunt hugging his aching length is a shock and he has to bite his tongue, the inside of his cheek, his lips to stop from moaning himself.

Quickly, he replaces his cock with his fingers, filling you up again but not quite as heavily as before. Slowly, he feels you calm down. Feels your breathing fall back into a regulated pant. Feels your heartbeat maintain a steady rhythm.

It’s then he removes his hand from your mouth.

When you turn your head, panic once again in your eyes, he arches a brow.

“I need you to stay quiet for me, love,” he whispers, locking his gaze firmly with the depths of yours. “Think you can do that?”

He traces the bob in your throat as you swallow with a thumb, runs his hand down your chest, down your stomach to your waist, waiting for you to respond. 

You give him a small but determined nod and he doesn’t waste a second more in turning you around to face him, fingers still massaging your cunt and twisting with the movement, gripping your waist tighter, and lifting you until you’re sitting on the edge of the desk. The edge of your desk.

You stare at him, lashes fluttering frantically against your cheeks, mouth moving, words not forming. But he doesn’t need to hear you to know what you want to say. He takes a step closer and your legs widen in response, spreading to welcome him in-between, rising to circle his hips. He scissors the two fingers inside you, spreading and stroking, and you suck in a gasp — all air, no noise.

He nods approvingly. “Good girl, just like that.”

He feels you immediately tighten around him at his words and his smile widens.

“You like it when I call you that, hm?”

You glare at him but nod, reach one of your hands up to grasp at his shoulder when he twists his fingers again and he closes his eyes briefly at your touch. When he opens them, he stares down at you for just a moment. Lets himself take in the sight of you wrapped around his fingers. The sight of your breasts heaving against his chest. The sight of you silently begging him for more with the very eyes that had only just scolded him. 

If he wasn’t so determined to take you fiercely and completely on the very place where you did your work for the Republic so that you wouldn’t be able to even sign off on a report without thinking of him throbbing inside you, he’d do things differently right now. 

Maybe take your robe that was hanging on the door and lay it across the floor so that he could lie between your legs and show you all the ways he could worship you with just his tongue. Hell, he could drop to his knees right now and make you grip onto his hair with one hand while the other tries desperately to hold back the prayers coming from your mouth.

As fun as all that would be, it isn’t what Wolffe wants right now. And it isn’t what you need, either.

Gripping your hips just a little tighter, relishing the way your skin feels in his ungloved hand, Wolffe rests his forehead against yours so that every breath or gasp either of you take comes from the other. 

Taking one now, he whispers back into your mouth, “I’m going to fuck you. And you’re going to watch.”

You exhale sharply out of your nose, teeth biting even more firmly into your bottom lip and cunt clinching impossibly tighter around his fingers, as he feels one of your hands drift down to settle against his cheek. He turns his head, presses his lips softly against your palm and imagines, just briefly, that you aren’t sitting on your desk in your office on the GAR compound but on a counter in a home on some planet that doesn’t even remember that a war was ever fought.

Then you slide your tongue up his jaw and to his ear. “What are you waiting for, Commander?” you whisper with far too much confidence in your ability to keep quiet.

He pulls his head back slightly, eyes narrowed, and slowly, slowly, removes his fingers from your cunt. Your chest stutters on a huffed breath and he smirks.

“Don’t worry,” he whispers back, “you won’t be empty for long.”

Still smirking, he brings the fingers that were just inside you up to your face and grips your chin, pulling your head down to watch as his other hand brings his cock closer to your opening. A whimper, so small and soft that he might have missed it if everything in his body wasn’t so trained on you right now, escapes from your mouth.

He stills his cock, right at the each of your lips, and tuts. “Gonna have to do better than that, love.”

His fingers tight around your chin make it so that you can’t look up at him, but he knows you’re glaring nonetheless. The thought makes his cock twitch against you and this time you both suck in a sharp breath. Your hand on his shoulder squeezes, trying to pull him even closer, but he resists.

“We do this my way, mesh’la,’ he breathes, finally releasing your chin and moving both hands to your waist. “Keep your eyes on us, yeah?”

Your head bobs as you nod and Wolffe pushes into you at an achingly slow pace, even for him. Every muscle in his body is begging for him to speed up, to grip your waist, pick you off the table and slam into your hot, wet cunt over and over until you’re filled with him. But the way your body trembles with every short thrust, the way your fingernails are digging into his skin, the way he can feel you breathe through your nose because you can’t risk letting your lips loose … it’s too good for him to give up.

When he’s finally fully in you, every inch of his cock buried in your walls, his teeth have broken the skin of his lips and he can taste blood.

Worth it, he thinks as he joins your gaze down at where the two of you are joined.

He moves his hand from you waist and tilts your head up. As much as he enjoys knowing you were seeing the same sight as him, he wants to see your eyes now. Wants to look into them and know what you’re feeling, what you’re thinking, what you want.

When you blink up at him, your pupils blown wide, it’s his turn to stutter on a breath. Something in your gaze pierces straight to his chest and down to his cock, making you both cling to each other tighter.

That something, and he’d be lying to himself if he pretended he didn’t know what it was, works its way through his bones and his blood until he has one hand cradling your cheek and the other weaving his fingers through your own.

He opens his mouth to give that something a name when you beat him to it.

“I love you, Wolffe,” you whisper and he nearly chokes on your words before he realizes you’re not done, “but I thought you said you were going to fuck me.”

He huffs out a laugh, shaking his head as you smirk up at him. He runs a thumb over your cheekbone and that smirk turns into a softer smile that he kisses into a silent moan.

When he says his next words, it’s on air you pant into his mouth. “I was just waiting for you to catch up.”

Later, on his knees and cleaning up the mess he made of you, Wolffe nips the inside of your thigh when you let out a moan. “I love you, mesh’la, but I thought you said you were going to be quiet.”

You grip his hair, fingernails leaving soft trails underneath the curls, and he smiles into you as he reaches around to move your hands, intertwined, until they’re gripping the edge of your desk.

He might have just bared his soul to you with his face buried in your cunt, but that doesn’t mean he’s done with you, or this desk, yet — far from it.

Thinking of all the ways he can still love you and defile you on the very place you work, Wolffe licks his lips and dives in.

PADMÉ AMIDALA

we don’t talk enough about how fucking strong echo is. Like he makes the tough decisions when no one else is willing to speak up. He’s incredibly brave even in the face of adversity AND he confronts leadership when he thinks they’re doing something wrong or not making the right decision. He is the perfect example of having core principles and morals, sticking to them no matter what and fighting for them so others have the same chances of survival as he does.

Echo is fucking GREAT.

Me stood outside the directors of The Bad Batch’s houses rn

i want your midnights (Tech x Reader)

I've had these in my drafts for a year and I'm just now getting to them with three hours until midnight. Happy New Year and happy season two, everyone!

Notes: No warnings, just fluff. New Year's Kiss! this one draws inspiration from Chinese New Year traditions.

You grumbled at the mess that covered the floor of the Marauder. You had just gotten the whole place cleaned, but the Bad Batch didn't seem to know any other way to party aside from explosions of confetti and food everywhere. At least Omega was enjoying herself. With how scarce food and free time were for the lot of you, how could you keep them from enjoying themselves?

Tech's helmet had been replaced with a party hat, and several streamers from Wrecker's homemade confetti cannons were draped across his shoulders.

"Here," You plucked some pieces of scrap paper from his hairline with a chuckle.

"Thank you, darling," he wrapped his arm around your shoulders, "Are you tired yet?"

"Grumpy, mostly," You admitted.

"A common symptom of fatigue," He nodded, "I can make them be quiet if you would prefer to get some rest?"

You shook your head, wrapping your arms around his chest, "they're all having so much fun." Omega was picking up stray pieces of confetti from the floor, trying to convince Wrecker that there was enough to make another cannon. Hunter was counting down the seconds until midnight, and Echo was guarding the scanty snack station.

Tech bent down to whisper in your ear, "Would you like me to help you clean up after the festivities?"

As touching as it was, you shook your head, "You're not supposed to clean up for the first week after the new year begins, it gets rid of all the good luck the new year brings."

"Well, we could certainly use that," Tech agreed. He squinted at the navicomputer and Hunter's comm.

"Do you think you could keep them occupied for a moment for me?"

You raised one eyebrow at him. What was he thinking?

"Uh....Who wants to play truth or dare?" You asked.

"I DO!" Omega cried.

"I'm in!" Echo's chair spun towards you.

As you organized yourselves into a circle, Tech somehow wound up with his datapad in hand. He winked at you, and you asked Wrecker when he had last done the laundry.

Hunter was dared to do one of his knife tricks with Wrecker's vibroblade, and Echo was asked about his most embarrassing moment in training.

"Okay, truth or dare?" Omega asked you.

"Uh, dare."

Omega grinned, "I dare you to kiss Tech at midnight!"

Wrecker groaned, "That's not a real dare!"

You had no complaints, "Done. Who's next?"

Tech nudged you gently, "I apologize for interrupting, but it would appear that the time for you to complete your dare is imminent." He nodded to the navicomputer, which displayed the time of 23:59:30.

"Wow, that went by quick!" Hunter jumped to his feet.

"Wrecker! The cannons!" Omega climbed over you to get to the last two confetti cannons.

"Make this one count, kid!" Wrecker grinned.

You sighed to yourself, but let Tech pull you to your feet.

"You ready?" you asked.

"For you? I'm never ready," Tech sighed happily, cradling your cheek in his hand.

Together, you counted down to the new year with the others. Omega and Wrecker sprayed you and Tech with the confetti as you kissed. You laughed against his lips, and Tech dipped you into the kiss.

"Well, Happy new year," you said to the others.

"Happy New Year!" Wrecker whooped.

Echo grinned, "Happy New Year."

"Okay Omega, we had a deal. Time for bed now," Hunter said.

"Okay," She sighed, trudging through the trails of confetti.

Wrecker yawned and stretched before excusing himself to the bunks to rest. Echo agreed, and finished off his bottle of cider before joining the others.

"I should turn in too," you stretched your aching limbs, but Tech was doing something with his datapad. The navicomputer screen glitched, then displayed a new time. 23:32:03.

"What?" You blinked.

Tech grinned and set aside his datapad, "I knew they wouldn't go to bed unless it were after midnight, so I just had to make it look that way. Now we have time to clean before the new year."

You threw your arms around your boyfriend, covering his face in kisses. Before he could respond, you had already grabbed the trash bag and begun picking up the trash. Tech laughed to himself, then carefully stored the food and snacks away for safekeeping.

All signs of New Year's Celebrating had been cleaned away with minutes to spare. The Marauder was clean once more, and you could finally relax, sinking into the chair at the navicomputer.

"Feeling better?" Tech asked, coming to stand by the chair.

You wrapped your arms around his waist, "Much better. Thank you so much."

The navicomputer chimed again, displaying digital fireworks as you officially reached midnight. There were no raucous cheers, no confetti cannons this time, just you and your lover.

"You know, you still have to complete the dare that Omega gave you," Tech said, pulling you to your feet.

"I suppose I do," You giggled.

Tech's lips met yours in a gentle and chaste kiss. His arms wrapped around your waist, and yours wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer.

"Thank you, Tech," You murmured again. He smiled softly at you.

"Happy New Year, darling."

"Happy New Year, Tech."

I need to read this as a story 😭

I just had an image pop into my brain of the bad batch at a roller skating rink and now idk what to do with that mental picture

🧎‍♀️

Hey queen! My friend @queen-of-the-night-lights is having a really hard time at her work and with her life in general, so I was wondering if you could please write something about the bad batch being with a tall and plus size reader? She get really self conscious about these traits she has, but I can’t write well to save my life and you are one of her favorite blogs. It can be whatever style you like, you are totally creative and the writer so I leave this to you if you have time for it. 💜

Aloha! So sorry, your friend is having such a hard time 😔 I have no idea If I can do this properly, but I'll give it my best 😊 Sorry for the wait!

The Bad Batch x Tall Plus Size ReaderHCs - Love Yourself

Warnings: Mention Of Negative Self-Perception/Hurt/Comfort/Fluff/ Suggestive As Well As Strong Language (Crosshair)

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Hunter

He has a way of making you feel loved and beautiful. Not only with words, but also with the way he looks at you and touches you. Hunter's warm smile, the way he admires and touches your curves, make you feel like a queen.

He is fascinated by you, attracted to you, just as you are. He would never want to change you, but supports you in any endeavor if you yourself should ever have the desire. His affection goes deeper, he perceives you very differently than you perceive yourself, and he will do everything so that you can see yourself as he sees you, gorgeous and desirable.

To the questions, "Why are you with me?" he answers, "Because you are wonderful, in so many ways that I can hardly put into words. Everything about you is endearing and magnetic".

Of course, even on the worst days when you feel lower than low, he manages to make you smile.

"There it is, that wonderful smile that I love so much, I don't think you should wear more than that tonight, just that smile."

Echo

"Honey, you are wonderful just the way you are"

The moments when you doubt yourself fill him with worry. Echo wants nothing more than for you to feel comfortable and, above all, loved in this relationship. Tender touches, loving, uplifting words, come to his lips with ease, because they are true. Echo is enraptured by you.

On your worst days, he cuddles with you and covers you with tender kisses. "My love, it is hardly possible to put into words how wonderful you are". He is so sweet it almost hurts. It doesn't matter how tall or wide you are, he is addicted to you, every inch of your body. Like an addict, he hangs on your every smile.

"I wish you could see yourself the way I see you, Mesh'la."

"How do you see me?"

Echo smiles dreamily, "As the love of my life. A sweet, adorable treasure, worth protecting, loving and admiring"

Wrecker

He gives you a warm hug.

"My sweet, Mesh'la, do not doubt yourself".

His smile is so warm and vibrant, it gets under your skin. He stands with you in front of the mirror, his big hands wandering along your body, every curve, every inch.

"Look at you, what's not to love?"

Wrecker really doesn't quite understand, he can't imagine how anyone could not be attracted to you.

He looks at you across the mirror so dreamily that your heart beats faster and faster. Wrecker is so direct, so honest and real, everything he says and does, he means exactly that.

"Look at those curves! Wonderful! I can't get enough of them"

He caresses your cheek and croons, "Smile for me beautiful, I want to see you happy my darling".

Tech

He's pretty confident. Not necessarily about his appearance, he doesn't think about that much, his self-confidence is more about his mind and what he's capable of, so he can't immediately grasp what's going on inside you when he first sees you standing in front of the mirror, plagued by self-doubt.

However, Tech wants to understand you, so he asks questions, responds to you. He finally stands next to you, a small smile appears on his lips as your eyes meet in the mirror.

"I like seeing you next to me," he says, putting his hands on your shoulders.

"Oh yeah?"

Tech nods with a smirk, "It makes me proud. I have such a wonderful, being by my side, something I could hardly have dreamed of not so long ago"

"You're sweet," you say with a cautious smile.

"Not nearly as cute as you are," he says with a smirk, "But I must say, together, as a couple, we look extraordinary"

Tech presses a button on his goggles, takes a holo-picture of that moment in front of the mirror and says, "Something like that should be captured for eternity, don't you think?"

He kisses your cheek and says elatedly, "I brought some holomovies, shall we get cozy and watch them?"

Crosshair

Actually, he's more attracted to a certain amount of self-confidence, which is probably why the beginnings of your relationship are a bit bumpy. He likes you, but he struggles with your self-doubt.

However, Crosshair is more adaptable and sensitive than he seems. He has his own very physical way of showing you how great you are. Crosshair desires you, and he shows it to you very directly. His touches are demanding and passionate, but he also has a tender side. He doesn't show it too often, but always right when you need it the most.

"Hey Kitten, what did we do last night?"

Heat creeps into your cheeks, you avoid his gaze in the mirror as he faces you, but he grabs your chin and gently but firmly forces you to look at him over the mirror.

"Ignoring my question would be rude," he says quietly.

"We made love"

He nods and says, "Yeah, fucked your brains out".

Your cheeks get even hotter, and you blink, your eyes jumping from one spot to another.

"Look at me, Mesh'la" he says sternly yet gently.

As you obey him, he says, "Why do you think we did that?"

"You were horny?"

He rolls his eyes, but then smirks, "Well, I guess that's part of it. But no, that's not the main reason. I desire you, I want you, you are mine."

He leans his cheek against your head and says, "I will always desire you, always want you and always want you to be with me."

As you look at him over the mirror, moved by his words and happy, with a beating heart, he says, "Now stop moping, hold that pretty head up high and get into that wonderful new dress I bought you, I want to take you out for dinner"

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

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Thinking about reader from our last thot — before you’re together:

About how Rex is running his men through drills on base. It’s a new obstacle course that tests their strength, stamina, balance, and agility. They’re tired and he’s not happy with the results, saying they should be able to complete the course in much better form.

He’s feeling irritated because some reporter from HoloNet News is gonna be coming by to film some of their training and conduct some interviews for some sort of special segment on the war. Frankly, he doesn’t have time for this, but Senator Amidala said it’d be good for the bill she’s trying to pass.

And then, of course, the men are distracted when the crew arrives. Like Fives and some of the shinies are showboating a little for the camera and Rex has to get everyone to focus. He orders them to run through it again and he pinches the bridge of his nose.

“Captain Rex?”

He looks up and oh great 🙄 — it’s the reporter. You run him through your plan for the shoot and he gives you the names of a few men that would be good to interview.

But as the day goes on he becomes impressed with your professionalism, the thoughtful questions you’re asking, and the way you lead your crew. Clearly this piece is meant to highlight the troopers and their hard work.

He’s watching you interview some shiny from a distance and he starts n o t i c i n g 👀 was your ass always that cute? Do pencil skirts always look that sexy??

And he’s getting annoyed with all the men who are clearly hitting on you and sort of accidentally takes it out on them lol like he’s got more of a stick up his ass about these drills than before and they’re all but complaining about how their times are equivalent to the 212 and Rex finally steps down to show them how it’s done. And definitely not because he wants to show off in front of you.

But i mean. You’re w a t c h i n g. Rex is just in his black compression suit and the way he’s handling this course has heat licking up your spine and sets your heart racing.

Ok this is some American Ninja Warrior shit except he doesn’t stop in between obstacles. He’s leaping off ledges and swinging from ropes and Maker he’s so fucking strong. And fast. And he finishes and all the men are in awe.

“And that,” he says between heavy breaths, “is what i expect out of all of you.” AND HE MAKES EYE CONTACT WITH YOU AND YOURE BITING YOUR LIP BECAUSE YOURE SO WET

At the end of the shoot you thank him for his time.

“Feel free to comm me if you have any questions about the story.” And you give him your frequency and he does that really cute lopsided smile and you’re looking at each other like this is definitely not a professional curtesy dkdnndmdjd

IDK MAN

B I AM SCREAMING CRYING AND THROWING UP IM WJFJSIGIDIKDIRIWIF

I HAVE IDEAS:

Your holocam crew just got through recording Rex’s entire course run and everyone is applauding and whooping, jaws dropped and eyes popped.

Your crew pans to you and you, who absolutely never in a million lightyears gets flustered, are staring completely speechless at the sight of the extremely gifted, talented, driven and fucking sexy Captain panting and glistening with sweat beside you.

“Cut!” Your Camera 1 ops girl, a bright eyed Mirialian with tattooed cheekbones and your favorite coworker, stops recording and gives you a knowing wink. “We’re gonna take five to give the Captain here some time to breathe and then you can proceed with your interview.”

You smile graciously at your friend, subtly thanking her for giving you time to speak with him off camera. He glances between the two of you and smiles. “Thanks. But…you didn’t have to…do that. Don’t want to…ruin your story…or anything…”

You reach for your unopened canteen of water and hand it to him. “Here, have some. You’ve earned it. Working up a sweat like that. It’s the least I could do after you gave me such good content for my story later.”

He hesitantly takes it, carefully letting your fingertips brush his for a bit longer than necessary. He doesn’t pull away. Rather he lets your touch on him linger and he smiles bashfully, this behavior a stark contrast to the blatant showing off he just did. “Who said I did it just for the story?” His eyes glittered in dozens of shades of warm browns and ambers and golds when they caught the light in just the right way. They were so focused on you it was like no one else in the universe existed but you. And the depth of color suited him, as he himself was just as complex inside. This was no ordinary clone. Not even an ordinary man.

The man in front of you just put on the best record time on a course like this that anyone, including his men, had ever seen. Yet he was spending his time ensuring you got your story rather than collecting his own accolades from the hundreds of men who were practically fawning over him. Of course not as much as you want to right now.

What do those heaving pectorals look like under that black body glove? How would it feel underneath your palms as you climbed on top of him? How strong would those rock hard biceps be and how would they feel curling around your back?

Oh you needed to see him. All of him. Bare and naked and under you or over you or just anywhere you could watch him flex and sweat and work his stress out on you.

What would he kiss like? As you watch him taking swigs of water you can’t help but salivate at the sight of his mouth opening. You wish you could satiate him with something a bit more vulgar than water. He was a man’s man, he’d definitely enjoy all you’d give him.

“Hey Rex, if you ever have any additional comments on this story. Or you just want to share how things are going. My comm channel is always open, day or night…no matter what planet you’re on.” You whispered, handing over a small holochip with your work info and private comm channel on it.

“Is this business or personal, Miss?” He flirted, crinkles by the corners of his eyes forming as he looked at you with the warmest, most affectionate glance he’d given anyone all day.

You step close to him, placing your hand on his on your canteen and slowly moving to pull it back to you. “For the story, business. For you, personal.” You draw out, letting your mouth drop open slowly and keeping your lips parted more seductively than you intended. He shuddered oh so slightly that anyone who wasn’t standing directly beside him would’ve probably missed it.

His eyes darkened, his gaze raking over your hips in that tight pencil skirt and at the way your breasts sat in the button up shirt that you’d opened just one button more than usual. “Well then, in that case, mesh’la…I promise you’ll get another impressive run time. Just a lot slower. I’d really like to take my time.” He muttered, handing you the canteen and shooting you a highly suggestive yet sweet little smirk that seems to be his trademark.

Your Mirilian camera ops friend shouts, “Ok post run interview. Let’s take it from the top!” You back up into place and straighten up, the confidence surging in you as you interviewed him properly this time.

And when the story actually aired, there was no denying that sparks had flown from the second you two touched fingertips. Though by that time, you two had already brushed far more together than just fingertips.

He deserves some good sleep 💤

He do be sleeping tho

FREE MY MANS HE DID NOTHING WRONG!!!!