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I am disappointed w/ S2 of TBB so far and here’s why.

Hunter has yet to be knocked tf out.

That is all.

Order 66 ended Squad 99...

After counting the board there are 55 tally marks:successful missions.  Add 11 more and that is a total of 66 tallies... 

When the Batch return to their sunken barracks on Kamino for whatever reason there are still only 55 tallies.  We clearly witnessed Wrecker marking the last 11 in the first episode BUT WHATEVER.  

That last mission together is where everything fell apart.  The Jedi Order, the GAR, and The Bad Batch.  Order 66 ended the Jedi Order, as it ended Clone Force 99.  

Get wrecked Echo

❤️💕😂

Kriff Wrecker leave the man be!

A peek...

Alright I’m bored, needing depth for my Fanfic, gonna analyze the Bad Batch’s barracks.  

It’s a mess, clear cut right off the start which shows how little Kaminoan  discipline of cleanliness (conditioning) was in affect in these particular clones.  

Echo has the hammock near Tech’s bunk and surrounded by his equipment.  Tech has hacked into the power conduits over his bunk to have all these mechanical arms and tools added so he could probably work on tinkering something by his bunk.- noted by @1fineslytherin​.  The lights here are dim, then after the Batch escapes Kamino and Crosshair moves in with his new squad the lights are restored to the typical Kaminoan illuminating fashion.  This may have been done for Hunter to ease his senses, POSSIBLY.  

As for that smell...

Wrecker has food on his bed, which has been left rotting and festering for about 206 or whatever rotations since the last time they were there.  No wonder it smells.  Along with a clothes line along the back wall which I guess is a step towards some sort of cleaning process?  Boy’s a wreck. - I am not sorry for that pun.  

Crosshair has a perch at the top left hand corner, it is level with Tech’s workstation from across the room.  He has three posters of droids on his back wall, each have distinct holes in the papers resembling the proper kill shots necessary to put down a droid.  Through the holes you can see the wall that they are pinned against, he used these for practice and brought them back to look at / show off / be his intimidating toothpick suckeling self.  As pointed out by @yavielin-feanarien, the center poster spells the letter ‘C’ in Aruebesh.  He also has 2 sets of fresh blacks folded neatly sitting on his sheets.  

I do believe given Wrecker’s messy manner and Tech’s clutter, Crosshair and Hunter decided to take opposite sides to keep the room in some sort of balance.  I say this because honestly I would want a roommate who is clean, not a slob, so in this kind of rooming situation I would want to be on the side with the other clean individual.  But I can see why they would take opposite sides to maintain some sort of “Order” within the room.  

Tech’s perch.  💕

-Tech states that he doesn’t want to sleep next to Wrecker’s junk in their opening episode...bro use those goggles to look at your own room first.  

-Wrecker definitely stole that couch from somewhere.  It’s a BIG couch for a BIG man such as himself.  They have their bunks, benches with no backs to lean into, and crates are all that can be sat on in this room.  Can definitely understand why Wrecker would bring this piece of furniture into their barracks. 

Tech’s bunk is made, and adorns his scribbles of equations.  With all this wall art, makes me wonder who drew that Padme nose art in the deleted reel.  😀  My credits on Tech.  

Hunter’s bunk is made and tidy. he is definitely a boot man, called it!  He has medals pinned to the backboard, no idea what that thing is in the corner, it might be a canteen.  He’s got the iconic Bad Batch 99 skull on his wall, I just dig this man.  

One last thing that I see a problem with as a collective, is that they don’t bring gonky into the room with them.  I like to think that because he is a defective unit that the facility would snatch him up and decommission him, or that he would be bullied by other droids.  So they agree that he’s gotta remain on the ship but still!  

Anyways....I would still like to be their shared barrack hoe.  No lie.  

A Question

ARE THE CLONES GETTING PAID TO SERVE THE EMPIRE!?  They are clearly paying the conscripted soldiers, so is that the same for the Clones????

That Finale

OPINION

I do not think the clones were hesitant about destroying Kamino because it was the origin of their creation, their home, I think they were hesitant more for the fact that it was their ONLY place of origin.  

Tarkin, even though we do not see it, pretty much executed whole clone battalions as part of his “assessments” for the needs of the Empire.  Leaving those who survived or were ranked high enough to constitute as “trainers” for the new recruits.  

Now with no home to be sent back to, when the clones are un-needed, where are they supposed to go?   All the cities were destroyed on the planet.  That was their first combined “mission” with Clones and The Empire, wiping out a whole planet, their home world.

ALL ONTOP OF NOT BEING PAID LIKE THEIR CONSCRIPTED REPLACEMENTS.  So now not only is their home destroyed, but they have no support, they are left completely reliant upon a galactic military that does not value their service, which put the Empire in place, but exploits their collective experience as continued slave labor.

Just too much!  Too sad!

Star Wars, Dave Filon, can conduct one hell of a Space Opera.  

Star Wars: Revelations Tech x Natelyte

Now Revised

This is the first sexual encounter between these two characters in a series I am writing based on the aftermath of TCW.

I revised this encounter because after re-reading it a few weeks later it did not capture the vision that I have for the start of their romantic relationship.  

WARNINGS: Rated MA +18, Explicit, NSFW, P in V sex, protected sex, during office hours, Auralism (sound kink), recorded encounter, feelings.  

5K Words.

Norslyr Translations

Sonval: Sun drop in Afrikaans

Sonskyn:  Sunshine in Afrikaans

Lokacinka: your turn – Hausa

taa ya nyota: starlight – Swahili

Zub da hasken rana a cikina: Pour your sun flares into me - Hausa

Haskaka ni da farin dodo: Spark me with a white dwarf (baby) – Hausa

Gee nog een uitbarsting my sonskyn:  Give one more eruption my sunshine – Afrikaans

Star Wars: Revelations: Tech x Natelyte

Tech turns on his helmet audio function to listen to Natelyte’s special recording.  The audio is Natelyte masturbating, moaning, and whining his name as she uses a high-powered vibrator on herself.  

“Tech...!”  She whimpers.  His eyes widen at the sound of her voice calling his name.  This recording was unexpected, it appeared in his room upon the Solar Scourge before leaving to complete a job.  Tech knew well enough to listen to the audio in private in case it was something meant just for him.  Nat’s voice breaks again as she nears release.  

Tech checks over his shoulder to confirm the door is locked and proceeds to remove his cod piece.  He takes it a step further and removes all his armor except his helmet, he lays out on his bed. He pulls up innocent images of Natelyte on his screen to look at as he strokes himself.  Tech isn’t one to take this kind of time to himself while on a job; but the crew are already on their way to return to Norsik.  He isn’t going to be needed anytime soon.  Tech let’s out a groan at the lack of fluid friction he could do to himself alone.  He grabs a sock from his bed side and slicks his cock with lube and proceeds to jerk himself with the sock around it.  The vibrator takes on more of the volume in the background of Nat’s whimpering.  Tech begins to visualize how she does it to herself, just from this audio clip alone he can deduce that Natelyte is more about clitoral stimulation than penetration.  

“Make you...cum on my piece...”.   He goes on babbling about all the dirty things he wants to do to Nat.  

“Nat...!”  He yelps at the violent ejaculation that glazes the inside of the sock.  Feeling himself need more of her to get his nerves right he continues listening to Nat.  Her voice breaking in high pitches that he has never heard her voice achieve before, at least not around him.  

“Tech.!  Oh, I miss you already.”  She coos, he can envision the devious smile on her lips.  Then she orgasms whining his name.  He sits up tossing the sock to the floor.  

“She’s so enthralling”. He sighs still thinking about Natelyte.  All the things he wants to do with her...and too her.  Thinking of the moans and whines she let out while calling his name, the actions she took to make this for him.  It all started so innocently, she is making it clear that she’s not teasing anymore, she wants Tech.  

Both of these geniuses make a schedule nearly every morning to let the others know when and where they will be throughout the day so if and when anyone needs their help, they can always find them based on the schedule.  When they put it together that they both do this type of time management technique they began to plan their days to intersect every now and then just to get some time to work together, take breaks that overlap with one another’s time. Then one day, Tech cleared his schedule and he sent just ‘Natelyte’ for the whole day, to not only her but to everyone in the crew.  When she saw this, she too just wiped the day away and plastered Tech’s name across the planner and they went out together for the day doing fun things instead of work.  Then this job came up a few weeks later and he had to go with the Scourgemen, she slipped this audio recording in his room before they departed.  Now he isn’t going to hold back what he wants to do with her.  Natelyte is a beautiful and intelligent woman, a rebellious danger, something he admires most about her.  The ship came out of hyperspace, Tech redresses and went out to the bridge.  The crew is eager to get back to the surface to see their perspective counter parts.  None of the women came along for this delivery job, it wasn’t out of disinterest, they just have much more pressing matters that require their presence to maintain at present.  Hunter walks out onto the bridge to oversee the dissent to the surface being performed by Wolffe.  He looks Tech up and down with a sly grin and a raised eyebrow, knowing full well that Tech is a horny little bastard right now.  Tech shrugs the look off, at least he is getting something from his girl.  

The crew land at the platform and Tech was off the ship and dashing towards Natelyte’s office building.  Assuming she would be walking from that direction, he turns a corner and there she is.  Her face brightens with a smile to see him alive and in one piece.  They briskly walk towards each other and embraced.  Their armors clad against each other couldn’t stop the feeling of the other’s warmth.  

“I listened to your message.”  He says with a soft smile.  

“Oh ja?  Did you enjoy it my sonval?”  She asks and leans into him with her breast plate more against his chest plate.  His hands move further down her back to hold her more closely.  

“I loved it so much that I want to participate with you my sonskyn.”  He rasps lowly in her ear and nibbles at her lobe, wasting no time as always.  Nat breaks away from him still grasping his hand to walk to her office together.  They continue to converse about the job he returned from and high lights of events happening on Norsik.  

Her office is open and organized, Nat closes the door behind her and activates the glass clouding feature so no one can see through the glass.  Tech steps forward and cups Natelyte’s face, their eyes transfix on each other searching for the next move.  Nat takes notice of Tech’s posture, now straightened and taller due to the posture correction patch Ottehok slapped between his shoulder blades to correct his hunching.  Their lips connect, her arms wrap around his neck, she introduces her tongue into the mix and Tech hums with delight.  Tech steps forward to press Nat to the glass wall and the kiss deepens, their heat begins to overtake their minds, instinct begins to override logic and focus.  

Heat swells like a roaring star.  

“Tech….”  Natelyte moans when their lip’s part for just a moment.  Her lust lidded hazel orbs focus on his wide brown irises shielded by his specs.  “We should move from the glass.  I heard someone enter the lab.  People can see our figures against the glass wall…”  She speaks with a reluctant smile.  She did not want to pause in the moment, but privacy is priority in regard to this encounter.  

He is a Voider after all.

“Ah well, to your nook then?”  He smirks and pushes his frames up his bridge.  He takes a few steps back to get distance from the glass.  The disinterested look in Natelyte’s eyes is quickly noticed by Tech.  He comes forward to take one of her hands to spin her around the space between them, so her bottom is pressed against a desk that was behind Tech.  “Or I should we continue right here?”  He queries in her ear with his crotch piece pressing against her apex.  

“Ja right here, sonval.”  She mewls as he nips at exposed flesh on her neck.  His hands come down to her thighs to lift her onto the desk.  Her hands push aside monitors and a keyboard to make room for their encounter on the desk’s surface.  Teck kicks away a swivel chair just a foot away from their coupling.  “I’ve always wanted to be taken in this office.”  She lets out as Tech sucks away at her neck leaving hickies carelessly across her supple flesh.  “To be railed by a man of your faculty.”  

“You give me too much credit my taa ya nyota.”  He smiles as his hands come down to unhook his utility harness and comm link.  Nat follows suit and begins to unclasp her armor plating.  They strip down to their under clothes and eagerly entangle once more to explore each other’s forms.  

Natelyte’s full feminine curves draw the attention of his hands immediately.  First her thighs to then fearlessly cupping her breasts.  Her hands roam over his upper body memorizing every muscle groove, feeling his solid frame tensing beneath her touch, she catches notice of his flushed complexion, how pink his ears get when he blushes, it’s adorable.  He is touch starved, ravenous for physical contact of any manner possible, his throbbing member sandwiched between both their thighs is evidence of his physical needs.  His unbashful expression to her acknowledgement of his arousal has him take a moment and clear his throat.  

“Ahem.  With your permission Natelyte, I would like to record our coitus?”  His query is collected and serious.  She knows damn well that Tech exhibits Auralism; where one is aroused by sound; not that just any sound arouses him of course, but just the sounds that he desires to hear when in need.  Hence why he has a habit of recording nearly everything; he does it for his own reasons, from safety to necessity for assignments, for proof or for study.  But of course anything remotely having to do with sex, you best bet it will grab his attention for a moment before he remembers his surroundings and task at hand.  Nat knows all too well he is not referring to just audio recording their encounter, he will be recording everything.  

“Ja, the more angles the better actually.”  She halts her movements across his body and reaches back behind herself to activate a monitor.  Tech’s eyes narrow in bewilderment before she speaks again.  “I can capture more than just the angle of your frames.”  She speaks in a low sultry tone that rivets in his ear canal sending shivers down his spine and goosebumps to rise across his body.  She opens an application that allows her to wake all of the surrounding monitors in the office, activating a recording feature.  The cameras all blink with a red light signaling the start of their first coitus session.  Tech stares in awe at Natelyte’s expanded reach into this kink, and his cock throbs with gratitude.  “Perspective on all sides…”  her tongue slips into an ear, her hands return to his body with a fiery intensity making Tech’s knees weak.  His fingers brush along his goggles to begin recording their steamy encounter, and for Tech to get to work on his sonskyn.   

“May we disrobe?”  Nat nods and lifts the hem of his shirt first; she wants to see what this Techno Master looks like underneath everything.  She is not disappointed.  Tech is sporting a healthy muscle tone, a cog and skull tattoo on a shoulder and left pectoral muscle, several others accented with blaster scars and a stunning set of abs that has Nat bite her bottom lip in arousing admiration of Tech’s physique.  Tech’s hands come back to Nat’s body, he lifts off her shirt and pulls down her pants, panties, and socks.  His darkened brown eyes scan across her chestnut skin, her red curls complement the flecks of green in her brown pools.  Navy blue and crimson red runes line across her body, markings of achievements and lessons she has mastered throughout her life.  Her body is a sculpted masterpiece, Tech is far from being a religious man, but he’d be dammed it he didn’t want to worship the ground that this woman walks upon.  

He worships her in a different manner.  

Tech lifts her left foot into his mouth, slipping her toes between his lips, his tongue sweeping between her toes.  Nat slips onto her elbows to watch Tech do his thing.  He sucks on her big toe and releases it with a pop.  

“That was really nice.”  Nat says with a pleasant smile.  

“Your clitoris looks much nicer…”  Tech purrs planting a kiss to her lips first to then trail down her body.  Kissing each dark nipple, her pierced naval, down to her darkly pigmented clitoris.  Spreading her opening with his thumbs he inspects her coloring; it becomes pinker towards the center, her skin is smooth and tender, with arousal dripping from her.  His hands glide along her thighs, his warm breath fans over her apex, he witnesses her opening contract, the slit rising and falling in a slow motion, his places a slow wet kiss to her button.  Nat’s head falls back, she lowers from her elbows, to lay flat on the desk, she props her legs wide on the desktop.  His hands come up to her torso, pinching and rolling her nipples with his skilled fingers, burring his face between her legs focusing all of his affections on her clitoris.  Slow and featherlight ministrations, spelling his name and number in her folds, drawing all the sinful noises from Nat.

“Aw jaaa…”  She drabbles on babbling words in Norslyr, pleading for Tech to go just a tad lighter when pressing onto her clit.  His hands freely graze along her body, memorizing her form, her curves, down to the last scar.  Heat begins to form in her core, quickly building from Tech’s touching.  She takes one of his hands and sucks on the fingers, drenching the digits with her saliva for her own benefit.  Tech knows exactly what she wants him to do now, and he does it when she releases his fingers.  He fills her opening with one finger with a few pumps for her to adjust, to measure her readiness, and then he adds the second and her moans grow louder.  With raised brows he looks over his shoulder to look at the door, but what does looking at the door solve?  So he reaches up and covers her mouth to hush her lewd noises from prying ears.  Natelyte giggles and sucks on his fingers again whilst hooking a leg over his shoulder to lock his mouth back onto her clit.  “No one can hear us.  Not behind this glass.  I promise...!”  She sucks in air through her teeth and lets out a choked cry, her hips buck against his face.  Nat stands to her feet with Tech plastered against her clit from below.  His brown orbs open wide to take in the sight of her standing over him, hands fisting his hair to pull him into her with more pressure as his mouth opens wide to swallow her pussy.  She pulls on his hair from side to side to have his mouth swipe her opening, his hands come to her ass to hold himself steady on his knees.  Then she gushes with slick from above and he gulps down every last drop like a parched man drinking from a spring.  

The light of the amber screens drapes her body in a golden light personifying her as the physical embodiment of solar radiance.  

Nat’s legs shake, Tech’s strong hands support her at her rump, he pants for air and rises to his feet to seal their lips together.  Tongues dance frantically as she takes in her own taste glistening across Tech’s face.  

“That was an exquisite view, Nat.”  

“Lokacinka.”  She says breathlessly and pushes him down into the swivel chair behind him.  Tech scans the monitors around the room, he rolls the chair pushing with his heels to the center of the room, so each screen has an angle on them both.  Nat smiles with his attention to detail, but now she wants all his focus again on her instead of the technology around them both.  

All.  On.  Her.

Nat crawls between his legs and rubs his clothed bulge straining to be set loose from its prison.  The heat radiating from his crotch is intoxicating, drawing her in, mouth pooling with saliva, with want.  “Take this off.”  She pats his thighs and Tech stands before her and peels off his blacks.  Tech catches this next moment on his lenses, Nat’s eyes wide with shock, and an ambitious smile spreads across her face taking in the sight of Tech’s massive cock.  The veins raised almost perceived as being angry, but Tech is far from any sort of antagonized emotion.  His cock twitches at the first sight of Nat’s tongue darting out to swipe across her lips.  She presses his thighs for him to sit back down in the chair

“Are you hungry my sweet?”  Tech rasps as his hands find purchase in Nat’s thick curls.  

“Ravenous.”  She sighs and wastes no time in drooling over his cock.  She pumps him a few times, feeling the girth, watching a bead of hot precum spill from the tip down the shaft to mix with her saliva to be smear by her chestnut hands along his tan meat.  Sweet soft sighs leave Tech’s chest.  She brings the hot tip to her plump lips and kisses it a few times.  Dragging her lips down the shaft, licking her way back to the tip, slipping it between her lips for her tongue to swirl around the head.  Tasting his early seed and the salt of his skin.  

“Please…”

“Hmm?”  She hums with a full mouth sending vibrations around his solid member making his toes curl at the sensation.  

“Please be sloppy.  Make it loud and messy ta ya nyota.”  His grip tightens in her hair.  Nat knows what he wants, how he wants it, and she will do it only for him.  Nat chuckles with him in her mouth and she slides down his shaft swallowing him whole.  

Natelyte can deep throat.

Tech’s eyes fixate on her motions.  Her head bobbing up and down to suck him from tip to base, nose pressing to his pubic bone, throat expanding and contracting around his cock.  She gags and coughs while still managing to keep him stuffed inside.  She slurps and sucks loudly, her tongue swirls around the head and base.  She has his tip hit the back of her throat; she opens her mouth wider to let the wet sloshing sounds of her throat to echo within the room and fill his ears.

And for the cameras to hear.

Tears fall from the corners of her eyes; Tech pulls her hair to have her face look up at him, snot drips from her nostrils.  He can feel her swallow, it causes her to cough, she pulls off him, so she does not bite him.  As she coughs Tech stands up and takes her hand to have her sit on the desktop again, he separates from her as she wipes her eyes and nose.  Tech reaches down to pick and open a condom from a pocket of his belt and rolls it on.  Natelyte watches him do this and the puzzled look on her face has him smile in slight embarrassment.  

“Is that the fabled con-dom I’ve been hearing about from you Voiders?”  She smiles bringing a hand down to his now covered member to feel the rubbery barrier for herself.

“It is not a fable if it is real, my sweet.”  He smiles whilst cupping her face and kissing her deeply to commend her erotic blowjob.  

“What is a con-dom?”  Her accent while speaking Arubesh made it hard to speak that unfamiliar word.  

“It is a thin latex polyurethane barrier that goes on a male’s member to capture the sperm.”  He smiles at her with a flushed expression.  Drunk with need.  Burning with desire.  Yearning for release.  

“Oh…will it...still feel the same or?”  

“Yes, yes it will still feel the same for you.  I will lose much of the sensation, but it is worth it.  I wouldn’t want to risk impregnating you, Natelyte.”  Their foreheads pressing together, staring into each other’s eyes with understanding and adoration.  

“I could take my own protection.  An after pill.  That way you don’t need to miss out…”  She says pumping his shielded cock, gathering the strange lubricant that covers the outside.  

Tech wants to, he wants to feel her from the inside, her hot moist walls clenching around his throbbing mass.  But he cannot.  He must do it this way, he cannot risk the possibility of spreading his genes among the Norsik population, not even if it is with Natelyte.  

He just can’t.  

Nat sees his internal confliction, then his resolve as he clenches his jaw and lines himself up with her entrance.  Pumping himself and coating his cock with her juices.  “I want to, but I cannot.”  He says and cuts off any more of her pleas as he plunges inside her warm depths.  A loud moan escapes her chest as Tech thrusts inside her a few more times to sheath his piece within her, coating every last inch he has to give with her slick.  Then he holds himself still to look upon Nat, to see her already ruined around him.  Her legs wrap around his waist, her arms tighten around his shoulders, head buried in the crook of his neck groaning from the stretching pleasure of his cock.  

“You feel so good sonskyn.”  He purrs in her ear and begins moving a fast pace.  Every time he bottoms out inside her a beautiful gasp leaves her chest.  The sting of her nails digging into his broad shoulders fuels his need to fuck her harder.  Demanding that he fuck her hard as to wash away her previous thought of the barrier affecting her end of the pleasure between them.  His pleasure is surely dulled, but he uses that dullness as an advantage to last longer.  To fuck her for all that she is worth here and now.

Nat’s heels dig into his lower back, her breathing is ragged, she peels an arm from around his shoulder to vigorously rub her clit.  Tech growls at this action and replaces her hand with his own thumb.  She mewls at the harshness of his touch, she lays flat against the table, her breasts bounce in rhythm of his thrusts.  The monitors all shifting from the weight of his pounding, moving their angles around without touching them, it’s maddening.  

“Don’t stop!”  She cries out as her legs begin to tense around him.  Her hands come down to grasp his forearms to anchor herself to him.  Tech leans back with their arms locked together to press as deep as he can reach within her.  And she cums with a mighty cry as a wave of the most intense internal orgasm crashes within her.  Tech fucks her through it, unable to yield to his better judgement to slow down or cease his movements to allow her to settle once more.  He presses on, heeding her command, doing what she says, what she wants, he’ll do anything, everything for Natelyte’s pleasure.  

She deserves the stars.

Nat’s legs go limp around his waist, his arms release hers and return to the underside of her thighs to keep her legs at his sides.  Her eyes return from the back of her skull and come to refocus on the man fucking her into oblivion.  The aftershocks of electricity brought on by his unyielding movements makes her back arch and body jolt.  She whines his name and praises, how perfect he is, what he does to her, and how he keeps fucking her with a pleasant ferocity.  Her body returns to be flush against him, her hands combing through his hair, licking his neck, biting along his structures, marking him in the same careless manner he had done to her in the beginning.  He lets out sweet moans and sighs at her efforts.  Then Nat pulls herself close to his ear and speaks in a complete wrecked manner that has him obey every next word.  

“Sit in the chair and let me ride you like a wild Scorp.”  

Tech pulls from her and finds his place in the swivel chair quickly to be mounted by Natelyte’s thick thighs.  Her body is so soft and supple, covered in a sheen of sweat that has her glowing in the amber light of the screens.  She lines herself up and sinks down on him quickly to regain the fullness that he fulfills within her.  Tech can feel her entire body working on top of him, all of her weight, her skin, her scent, her muscles.  

“Da rana!  Zub da hasken rana a cikina!  Haskaka ni da farin dodo!”  Nat shouts like a battle cry.  Her movements are rocking the chair, making it squeak with every harsh landing of her hips against his.  The chair begins to feel as though it may break from their use of it.  Tech hopes that it does, all for that camera value.  How hard she can fuck him in return.   Her walls clench around him, her nails dig deeply into his shoulders to then release him and run her hands through her hair.  She leans back to give Tech a full view of the goddess riding him as she takes another orgasm for herself.

“Cum my darling.  Cum all over my cock again.  Take it all for yourself!”  he babbles.  His hands gripping her sides to support her as her bounces begin to become uneven and ill timed.  The tight coil within her snaps and her walls quiver around his shielded cock again.  This time she stops to take it all in, lifting her feet from the ground to have all her weight fully bare down on Tech which he handles with ease.  She sobs into his neck, holding her he stands with her in his grasp to lay on the floor, this will be his last bout, he is nearing his own limit now and wants to ejaculate while drowning in her hazel pools.  In missionary he begins to move slowly, pumping in and out from tip to base, scooping her out with his cock.  Her back arches from the tender aftershocks that sweep across her nerves, which he attempts to drown out with sweet kisses.  

Tech removes his goggles for this last bout, placing them near their heads to continue filming, but he wants to see her face to face.  

Nat is moved by this action, a clammy hand comes to cup his face, fingers tracing along his temple without the interruption of his goggles.  He is handsome.  Her hands come to wrap around his back, a hand grazes over the posture patch between his sharp shoulder blades.  His sweat drips down onto her which she revels in; the fact of knowing how hard Tech works in all aspects of his character in everything he does, it is admirable.  He plants kisses to her forehead and cheeks, nibbles at her neck as his chest falls to rest upon hers.  Natelyte takes a moment to acknowledge how Tech’s frame can easily cage her in beneath him, his heat enveloping her body, his sweat claiming very square inch of her body, as his cock lays claim to her internally.  Tech can feel her depths, no longer limited to physicality, but intellectually, emotionally…he can see it all in her eyes.  How much he means to her, the mark he has left on her brain, her heart, and now all over her body.  

“Gee nog…een uitbarsting my sonskyn…”  He speaks with a heeding tone to what is coming soon.  Nat reaches down to rub her clit, hearing the sounds of their wet skins squelching drives Tech up a wall.  Her moaning increases with pitch, her breathing quickening as she cums again on his cock.  

“Jaaaaa!  Ja! Ja-ah-aah!”  He fucks her again through another deeply felt orgasm which spurs him finally into his own.  

“Ah, yes!  Oh yes!  Karking hell!”  He shouts into the air with quick deep jabs into Nat’s core.  Pouring his unfelt seed inside of Natelyte, a Norse Valkyrie.  As they cum together, they kiss.  

They lay in heaving silence for a few moments before Tech pulls from her and rolls the condom off.  He reaches out for her canteen that had been knocked to the floor from off the desktop earlier and takes a sip for himself then relinquishing the rest of its contents to Natelyte.  She takes a few savoring gulps and hands it back to Tech.  They sit up together and lean against the desk for support.  

“That was awakening.”  Nat chuckles breathlessly looking to Tech for affirmation.  

“I agree.  I wonder how the recording is going to turn out.”  He says dryly and glances down at Nat with a teasing smile.  

“Oh I promise you it will turn out grate after I’m through with it.”

“Just you?  I assumed we would both work on it together…”  His voice cracks from parched vocal cords.  

“I think that is the first time you included someone in your assumption Tech.”  She looks him in the eyes with surprise.  He stares back at her; filtering through his stored memories like a data bank to find any other instance he had done this.   Assuming people already knew what was going to happen but did not know anything until he explained it aloud.  For once he hopes that this assumption would be correct.  Natelyte caresses his cheek fondly and places a chaste kiss to his lips to break his filtering.  “Of course we will work on it together, sonval.”  

Star Wars:  Revelations Hunter x Foxen

TCW Fanfic Hunter x Foxen

This is the first sexual encounter between these two characters in a series I am writing based on the aftermath of TCW.  Please enjoy, I had to get this out of my system!

WARNINGS: SMUT 100% rated MA from start to finish, squirting, cum eating, rough sex, mentions of blood, oral 69ing, protected sex.  

Norsik Language:

Ojciec - Father in Polish (Title of a male leader)

Glumačka Sjena - Shadow Cast in Croatian (1 of Norsik’s 3 moons, her favorite moon.)

Охотник -Hunter in Russian

Bjorn – Bear in Finnish

Mando’a Language:

Mesh’la - Beautiful in Mando’a

Cyar’ika - Sweetheart in Mando’a

3.7k words sorry not sorry.

The crew undergoes a terrifying life or death situation.  This only brings Hunter and Foxen to the realization that they can no longer deny their attraction/feelings towards each other.  To hold off on expressing their desires could be too late one day.  Hunter ends up at Foxen’s door the night they return to Norsik.  She answers the door somewhat groggy, only wearing a gray t-shirt and a thong.  Seeing Hunter, she straightens up, he drinks up her appearance with his eyes, they darken as he steps forward to enter her dwelling.  Her eyes open wide as he grabs a fist of her shirt to bring her flush against his solid frame.  The door closes behind them and the room becomes dark, only lit by the light of the moons and lit candles to cover the scent of weed.  He kisses her deeply, wrapping his arms around her waist feeling down to her ass with one hand while the other trailed up her back to grasp the back of her head to press harder into her mouth.  She lets out a soft moan into his mouth and they parted to breathe, a bridge of saliva still connecting their lips.  Her yellow eyes sparkled in the light of the stars with a fiery glow he’s only seen after the heat of battle.  She wraps her arms around his neck bringing him close again and she kisses him roughly, shoving her tongue into his mouth.  He responds in turn and their tongues dance in a frenzy.  She tasted of a fruity bud; her mouth was far from dry. They drifted to the couch, Hunter breaks away and pushes her down, looking down at her as she backs up to the corner with her legs closed, he stares down at her intimidatingly, eyes of a predator ready to make his kill. He took his shirt off, reached for a wrapped condom package in his pocket and tore the corner to have it ready to grab when the time came and set it on the table beside him. He worked at his belt dropping his pants leaving his underwear on and crawled down between her legs to begin kissing her again.  His large rough hands explore her body, feeling her thighs, her waist up to her breasts, pinching her nipples earning a gratuitous wince from Foxen.  This woman was kept in a gladiator cage on Zygeria, for her to moan at a physical touch like this excited him further.  How feminine she was curling around under him, moaning into his mouth and gazing at him with heavy lust filled eyes.  

She felt up his chest, memorizing every scar, tracing his deep muscle grooves, and kissing his neck as he buried his face in her hair inhaling her heavy scent, burning it into his nostrils.  She pulled his hair and he let out an erotic groan with a sharp grin, she craned her neck up to leave love bites on the large column of his neck, licking his Adam’s apple and kissing his jaw until their lips met again.  His cock throbbed at the action between them, and he began to press himself against her drenched apex.  His tongue so eager to climb back into her mouth he let his weight push her back against the couch.  She instinctively wrapped her legs around him and he broke the kiss and let out a deep chuckle, she could feel the sheer strength of his voice from around her legs, and she felt a bead of her slick drip out of her making her shiver with pleasure as Hunter pulled back from her and placed his hands along her thighs.  Looking down at her with pleading desire.  His hands feel along her soft and scarred flesh until he reaches the band to her thong, hooking a thumb under one side, waiting for a sign of approval.

“What a gentleman.”  She spoke with a sly smile followed by a nod.

“Only out of respect, Captain.”  He said in a low tone and with his free hand he wiped down the front of his body to lick up some of her love juice and let out a growl at the taste and scent of her slick.  His cock was fully erect pulling the fabric outward and opening the waistband to reveal the base of his shaft and curls of his hair.  

“I don’t want respect Hunter.  I want to be fucked...!”  She said lunging forward and mounting him.  Pinning him down to the couch she takes off her shirt and throws it to the side and her hands scratch up his torso and gripping his neck as she bent forward to take a harsh kiss from him.  His cock is throbbing, Foxen can feel the heat between their loins growing, an ache that they both share quickly taking over in a primal display of affection.  Hunter let out a moan and his hands began to explore the body of the warrior atop him.  His hands reach down under her hips and rips off her panties and brings the threading to his face to lick all her discharge and inhale her lewd scent again.  

“Kriff give me the real thing.”  His voice a gruff order and she obeyed and turned around over him so she could stuff her mouth with his raging dick.  She slid his underwear down to his knees and he aided with his feet to kick them off entirely to be completely naked with her.  She gazed in awe at his thick mass, the veins raging out with a bead of precum forming at the tip.  Still in awe his hot breath blew across her neatly tucked folds, he took in the sight of her bare pussy, so soft and tender, and a complete sopping mess.  He buries his tongue in her hole to taste the inside of her. He gave a firm slap on the side of her ass and she jumped at the action, his tongue licked up and down to taste all of her precious skin below.  He kisses all around and then begins to go to work at her clit.  Foxen could only manage to grip his cock as he worked on her, completely lost in the riveting sensations that he brought upon her. She has never had a man gone down on her, not even her ex-husband Kalem.  

She let out moans and whines and breathy pleas for more and more, even telling him where to lick, realizing herself what she likes.  She spits on his cock, his arms tense around her thighs locking her in place on his face.  She licks at the tip to taste his cum, and then licks around the head and shaft to make it easier to fit his cock in her mouth.  Never had she seen such a mass as defined as his, Hunter’s body is extremely lean, very low percentage of body fat, just muscle, prominent veins in his arms and legs, and a gruff growl of a voice that always manages to send shivers up her spine even in the deep focus of tasks.  Always yearning to feel his eyes on her, always wanting to make a pass near him to get a graze of his body against hers, and after hearing him command orders to her to ensure survival of the group damn near sent her over the edge into...love.   Foxen forces his cock in her mouth, she sucked the tip, running her tongue over his frenulum of his uncut member.  The sensations of her tongue running over the sensitive skin sent a fire ablaze in Hunter’s stomach.  Needing more from her his hips bucked, wanting more of himself inside her in some way or another.  Foxen caught on to his needs and began to take him deeper in her mouth, it’s just his cock is so girthy, it’s hard to get much of him without feeling her own teeth scrape along his skin, not wanting to hurt him or cause discomfort she then works on sucking the amount of cock that she can fit in her mouth comfortably.  Gagging and sucking on it, leaving trails of spit to run down his cock.  He lets out moans of pleasure from her efforts, he then rewards her with a finger, and she moans on his cock in return.  Her slick is definitely enough to signal that she could take him, but now he wants to stretch her out a bit for good measure. He adds a second finger.  

“Hunter...! Oh moons!  Glumačka Sjena! Aaahhh!!” She grabs his thighs, her nails cutting into his skin, he smiles at the pleasure of the pain as she squirts all over his face from the way he touches her insides. He opens his mouth to catch the love juices flowing from her body. In shock she hops off him, embarrassed thinking that she had just urinated on him. He lets out a deep chuckle as he swallows her juices and clutches her mouth in his hand making her look at him as she gasps for air, recovering from a never before felt level of an orgasm. His hair is drenched more so on the left side than the right, his red bandana is also soaked. With his free hand he takes it off and drops it to the floor and speaks.  

”Get back here and fuck me.” His voice like gravel over her panting, he grabs the condom and begins to roll it onto his cock. She crawls up onto him, kissing, wanting to know the taste of what she let loose all over him, clearly unphased by what had happened.  Perhaps it was what he was looking for. He guides her onto his lap, his cock nudging at her gaping entrance ready to swallow him.

“I’m so glad you’re a squirter....not many women are....makes things easier....and funner...”. He says between breathy kisses as she teases his head.

“That’s squirting? I thought...it would feel different from pissing...”. She said embarrassed as he smiled.

“It’s all comin’ from the same place mesh’la. Sorry about the couch, if I knew....”

“Fuck the couch Hunter, I want you to do more of that to me.” She said aggressively and mounted him more seriously and began to push down onto his dick to start taking him. His features softened at the sensations of her tight walls beginning to envelope him. She let out a cry as she got half of him in,

” It’s so thick...it’s so big...I can’t...”. She let out in frustration.

“It’s okay cyar’ika you don’t need to take it all in one go...just take what you... can and you’ll get.... m-mo-ore!” Mid-sentence she flashed a devilish grin and pulled back a touch up on his cock and then slammed down taking him in one fell swoop catching him off guard. His hands went limp and fell to his sides, eyes a blank stare, she can almost see his brain go haywire from the unexpected and quick flood of sensations. Her pussy is so warm and taut, sucking him in, her nails dig into his back as she takes in his full mass. She reaches down to feel her stomach, almost trying to feel where his tip is protruding out into her insides. Cursing herself in her mind how the Zygerians made this feeling not so much painful...but secretly longed for once more, that Hunter’s cock can now provide even more so than those Zygs.

The sting of her nails brings Hunter back to the moment, feeling her tight warmth coiling around his cock, his hands return to her sides to help guide her hips up and down. She buries her face in his neck, biting and sucking on whatever flesh she can get her mouth on, not caring if she’s leaving marks and hickies on his skin. She pulls back to take in the sight of his now relaxed and softened face, totally enamored with her body, eyes welling with tears from the pleasure and pain she is providing to him. She begins to feel his whole-body relaxing, his shoulders are loosening up, tension and stress floods out of him as he looks into her fiery passionate eyes. He reaches up to cup her left breast, wanting to feel her heartbeat in his hand. She bounces up and down in a steady rhythm, feeling his warm cock slide in and out of herself, the ridges provided by his thick veins would rivet against her opening in the best ways when she would go at a slower pace. Hunter is speechless, near silence, any vocals he attempts to let out are getting caught in his throat.  Seeking a peep from him, Foxen pulled the back of his hair to the left side and forced her tongue in his ear.  Never before has Hunter experienced this action in a sexual way, just wet willies from his brothers in their cadet years, his toes curl at this newfound sexual sensation.  Foxen can feel his already hardened cock become even harder, signaling for a soon release, but Hunter isn’t that easily finished.  He lets out a soft gasp at the action and his hands wrap around her torso to hold her in place on his lap.  Foxen is overwhelming him in the best balance that he has ever managed to receive from a woman, and he didn’t even have to ask or inform her of the small bursts of pain he would need to keep in the zone to perform. Foxen likes it rough like he does, and she has no problem taking charge and getting what she needs from him, which he is so enthralled by. But now it’s his turn to return the favor, to remind this woman that he is a man after all and that he is the man who can please her, to show her who’s the real Ojciec for the Scourge Crew. Hunter’s commanding face returns and he slaps her ass cheeks and gathers her up in his arms and stands up. Forcing himself inside her deeply he leans forward which has her lean back and he began to thrust inside her, making all of her weight come back down against him. He could only manage to do this for a few thrusts. Foxen is a beautiful beast of a woman, muscular much like him, and standing at 5’11 and he 6’1, she is a lot to carry. She wrapped her arms around his neck to stay on him, her legs naturally wrapped around his waist to keep the couple together as he stopped to carry her back to her bedroom. He managed to keep them connected until he kicked the door open and threw her onto the bed. He climbed on top of her forcing her legs together and up over one shoulder. He leaned down and kissed her roughly and pushed himself inside her once more and resumed at a punishing pace. The hardboard began to hit against the wall in the same manner Foxen felt him pound against a spot inside her no man had ever reached before. With each thrust she could feel the air leave her lungs as he filled her entire space. She cried out his name, her hands digging into his shoulders to push him back a bit, but he pressed on. He let out feral grunts and moans as he fucked into her, needing more and more of her body around him. Their foreheads pressed together, staring into each other’s eyes unafraid of this new level of intimacy between them. A hand slid down his chest with scratch marks that began to draw blood which only excited him further. Her eyes widened at the sensations and she threw her head back screaming his name and pleaded for him to slow down. Feeling her stress begin to climb he slowed to a softer pace, and he pushed her legs to the mattress so she was on her side. He spanked her ass a few times which made her pussy tighten around him each time; he reveled in that feeling.

“Hunter I’m cumming again...!” She squeaked out between spanks.

“I can feel you...tightening...”. He let out and pulled back a bit to spread her legs open across him and began to take her missionary style. Watching her breasts bounce in time of his thrusts excited him. He felt them in his hands, the warmth of their bodies grew and grew. He kisses her deeply and pulls up so he can look down at her battle scarred and tattooed body. Seeing his darker skin be swallowed up by her fair-skinned body was so visually pleasing. The erotic squelching noises their connections made as he thrusted filled the room. To himself he thinks how much more beautiful it will be to see the delicate pink skin of her pussy take his tan skinned cock in the daylight. He traces circles on her clit very gently which sends sparks through her, he can feel her excitement surge through her body. She reaches up to grab the back of his neck roughly with some of his hair and kisses him, biting his bottom lip. Her eyes begin to swell with tears of pleasure and a devilish grin comes across her face as she begins to cum on his cock. Her insides clench and squirm, sucking him in and forcing him out at the same time. His cock is far too big and stubborn to be forced out without his permission. He stills himself, remaining inside, letting her work through an intense internal orgasm that he can tell she has never experienced before, and wants to watch this wash over her with a clear view, to see her writhe under him. Her body became hot, then sweaty and clammy. She’s seeing stars, and fading to white as the heat within her swells and crashes. Her legs are shaking and she’s sucking in air with shallow breaths. Her eyes break with tears.

“ Охотник...”, she lets out softly. He lowers his body so they may rest on their sides still connected. He can’t bring himself to separate from her just yet, and this feeling alone is bringing him closer to orgasm. He hooks his arms under her shoulders and begins to softly thrust in her, slowly bringing her attention back to his movements. Her body begins to spasm once more around him, a third release already on its way to back up the second, which was all he needed to begin his release. Wanting him to give her a bit more time to settle Foxen pulls his hair from the back. He exposed his neck to her unfazed by this action and she began to kiss the column of his neck, releasing his hair realizing he is about to cum as he lets out a deep moan from his chest. His breathing becomes heavy, and his intensity increases as he brings himself closer to kiss her. Hugging her to his chest tightly and letting out a groan that he’s been unable to get out for some time, his cock pulses but she feels no splash within her. The feeling of his pulsing and muffled cries of pleasure in her hair brought her to a softer release than before, but still tingling with the small movements made by him. Hunter had rolled that condom on which serves as a protective barrier to keep his sensations from overwhelming him and a strict discipline to always wear a rubber to protect himself and his partner.  Which he instilled in his Bad Batch brothers and an adopted practice by his newfound Scourge brothers, respecting the Kaminoins’ ideals of Jengo Fett’s DNA overriding the human gene pool across the galaxy. Foxen giggled into a pleasured moan as Hunter pulled out of her. Feeling relaxed she kisses him softly, but she can tell that he’s still coming down from an intense encounter. She pulls away from him to give his senses a hiatus. She sees how his hand is holding his member as he lays there breathing deeply to keep from hyperventilating. Foxen takes it upon herself to take the condom off of him; it was still tight along his cock and when she removed it he was continuously releasing sperm, shooting some onto her hands. He shirked away for a second at the sensation of release from the rubber, finally relaxing. She held the used condom up to see how much he had filled it; it’s a healthy amount, easily enough to make a baby. He stretches back against the pillows, completely wiped out, and yet longing to feel her skin against his again. She placed the condom in a bin at the bedside and tasted his cum on her fingers. He watched as she played with his sperm in her mouth, tasting his product as he did with her squirt. She cleaned her fingers and swallowed loudly, not that she needed to in order for him to hear it anyways. She flashes a grin, and he reaches an arm out to her as a signal to cuddle. She obliges and they curl up together on the comforter, the air is warm and smells like sex, enjoying the now gentle skin to skin contact.  Foxen admires his body in the same fashion taking in his sweat and musk.

“Hunter?” Foxen asks first to break the restful silence.

“Hm?” He answers and looks down at her, his hands getting tangled in her hair and glancing over the rest of her body in the moonlight.

“Is this going to be a regular thing?” She asked and looked down at his chest in slight embarrassment but wanting an answer so she can start to organize her feelings. Compartmentalizing is a key survival trait that begins with near-paranoid discipline after all.

“I would like it to be, Foxen. But that’s up to you, Captain.”

“Why leave it to me? You’re the man.” She noted.

“I want to hear you call me ‘your man’ then.” He said gruffly, his arm around her backside flexed possessively, locking her in place on him, with a heated look in his eyes like that of a dominant bjorn over a female. Her core began to heat up from his primal gaze, the effect he has on her does not go unnoticed by this male.  

“I want you as my man,” she said and drug a hand up his chest and rubbed the area of his shoulder to his neck in a soothing manner.

“Then you’re my girl.”

✨️Spoilers below the cut✨️ (I'm looking at my one specific friend who hasn't made it to the Bad Batch yet. They do follow me 🙃)

I'm thinking about making another playlist for Tech. But this one is a funeral playlist, ya know cause no body and all but he still deserves one. Amywho I was thinking that if I make it I share the link on here but the link so others can add a song cause I think it'd be a nice community thing.

Tech girlies. I have a question.

If you had to assign Tech a gemstone, what would it be? And if you'd like to give a reason why, feel free to do so.

I just want to see the general consensus or what's collectively agreed upon.

Have a Tech screenshot for your time ❤️

God he's so cunty, thank you for making this 🫡

The Batch had to go undercover and Tech’s the only one that can wear heels

(I just wanted to draw Tech in a pretty dress)

For the Crosshair girlies, have a playlist 🤭

Crosshair 🖤❤️😈🔫🚬

(There's no toothpick emoji so I had to substitute 🥲)

I love him a normal amount officer.

*My search history and all the images I looked at spill out of my bag exposing me to be obsessed*

Officer it's not what it looks like I can explain!

I've gone and done it again. I made another playlist. But this one is for Echo! It is another from your pov like the Tech and Rex one (They're just so fun to make)

Link: Echo 💙🤍🦾🔧⚙️

It is currently 36min long, but I'm still adding to it.

The sports my friend @glowinggallery has assigned the Bad Batch

Hunter: Frisbee (he's the dog that chases the frisbee)

Wrecker: American football

Echo: Tennis

Crosshair: Baseball/cricket

Tech: Cycling/Tour de france/golfing

Omega: Soccer

Would I fuck them?

Tech

ABSOLUTELY

- Smart

- Funny

- Can answer all your questions

- PRETTY

- I could listen to him info dump for hours with no complaints

- I'd love to dance with him. He'd probably say no but then bust it down sensitive style in private

- I would happily hand him tools he needs

Echo

YES

- Sassy

- Funny

- Reliable

- Pretty

- EFFICIENT

- Has been through tramatic shit and I just want to hold him and say it's okay

- I would also love to dance with him, if he dances as well as he flies I'm DEAD and SWOONING

Crosshair

It happened in a dream once

- Tbh he's kind of a prick but I feel bad for him

- I'd ask him how he's feeling that day and attempt to hug but he'd probably get angry with me

- HAS to good at math, I am not so that's good

- Softie on the inside so I'd have to crack him like a pistachio

- Accuracy is pretty good

- I also want to hold him and say it's okay

- He'd be joking mean to me and I'd cry

- I'd call him something mean but it'd be mutually beneficial

- Protective

Wrecker

No

- I'd treat him as a little brother

- I WOULD give him forehead kisses tho

- Cutie patootie who can do no wrong

- Could ragdoll me around with easy and I'd be begrudgingly okay with that

- His hugs would be the BEST

- He can pop my back and I could die happy

- I would take him out for ice cream because he deserves it

- Comforting

- BRAVE

Hunter

Ew

- Good dad

- Looks like Rambo and gives me the ick

- I can be civil with

- He does have a snatched waist tho

- Efficient but messy

- He'd be the supportive dad I need

- Kinda scrungly

- This is just some guy to me tbh

Here have my Tech playlist. Keep in mind it's not songs that fit him but songs that how you feel about him. I'm miss him 🥲

The playlist

What I think each Bad Batch person's smell would be, ya know like this fictional people candles you can get off Etsy:

Hunter: Cinnamon, campfire, leather

Crosshair: Aftershave, Dove soap, pine

Echo: Eucalyptus, rain water, cedar

Tech: Espresso, books, motor oil

Wrecker: Smoke/gunpowder, amber, butterscotch

Omega: Vanilla and honeycrisp apple

Feel free to reblog and add your own opinions, there are no wrong answers.

Here I leave some old drawings that I made but the first image is a new one that I made I hope you like the first one

2024

The other drawings

2021,2022,2023,

Here I leave some old versions and a new one drawn now current I hope you like it and you And she is my fem reader for me watching for love wattapd book

This is just beautiful artwork

"That's okay. I like a challenge."

I've been wanting to draw adult Omega for a while now and today the idea finally came!

THIS IS EVERYTHING (NOT CAUGHT UP AT ALL with S3 though I’m sorry). Omega and Grogu are my absolute favorite characters of all time and Cross is my favorite sibling for Omega!!!!

Omega and Crosshair 💖| Star Wars: The Bad Batch

Posted by the official Star Wars account on YouTube.

I NEED OMEGA & CROSS INTERACTIONS lol! Omega & Grogu are my favorite characters of all time! Cross is my favorite sibling for Omega. I NEED MORE OF THEM OF ANYTHING! Can’t find many fanfics WITHOUT adding random OC/Reader Insert/ROMANTIC relationships (prob picky, with my childhood trauma I want is to find ones WITHOUT a lot of those/specifically romantic ones with main batchers. I FEEL RUDE). Home bound disabled vet with chronic illnesses, ALL of your guy’s fics/pics/etc MEAN THE WORLD TO ME!

He may not actually want it...but he’s getting one in Season 3.

BOUGHT @galacticproblems stuff before AND I HAVE LOVED EVERYTHING!!!! Need more Omega (wish I could find her and Grogu ANYTHING together since they are my FAVORITE CHARACTERS OF ALL TIME lol and Cross is my favorite sibling for Omega… need more of ANYTHING of her and Cross too… more likely to find last 2 than first lol!)!!!

I HIGHLY HIGHLY RECOMMEND!!!!

My Tech helmet charms are back in stock, along with some new boys! Fives, Cody, and Wolffe have joined the squad. I have my shop right HERE.

SHES MY FAVORITE CHARACTER BESIDES GROGU LOL!!! Cross is my favorite sibling for Omega too!!!

The Bad Batch Season 3 will have a Time Jump (minor spoilers)

@alligatorpie1945

I NEED MORE OMEGA & CROSSHAIR (fave sibling duo!!! But I can hardly find ANYTHING with the 2 of them in it :(:(:(!!! BUT I CANT OR MIGHT NOT EVER FIND ANYTHING EVER WITH GROGU & OMEGA:… Omega & Grogu are my fave characters of ALL TIME!!!!) NOT JUST PICS/FANFICS LOL ;)

Not sure if I will ever find the last 2 (fave characters, but MAYBE Omega & Crosshair, or with ALL OF THE BATCH WITH CROSS!!!). Omg! I just thought that my other VERY close fave character is FIVES! EH :( Don’t think I will find anything with Fives & Omega either lol :(

Oh & btw… I’ve BOUGHT ALMOST EVERY PRINT OF HERS ON ETSY (That I can afford lol). She’s INCREDIBLY TALENTED & kind whenever I’ve talked to her (social media kind of scares me after FB & I was being severely bullied by multiple family & “friends” who told me multiple times to finally just kill myself after my health got worse including 2nd type of Epilepsy & at 35 can’t work anymore, partly bc of my permanent military injuries).

I’m SO obsessed with The Bad Batch/Omega (as I call it lol! & if with only 1 brother fave is Cross) & Grogu. Also, Hawaii/learning Hawaiian (Never been :(, top on my bucket list! Might never get there due to my MANY chronic illnesses, bc being a 35 yr old disabled female vet DOES make travel HARD lol & I live in WI :( lol ), music (esp like Linkin Park & Bring Me The Horizon, etc bc mental health or similar lyrics being dominant help!), nature, faith, umm not sure if I’m ALLOWED on here to say OR if anyone of you would be ANGRY OR OR UNEASY WITH THIS IM SO SO SO SORRY… but cannabis (helps my mental and physical health), etc.

I’m REALLY SORRY for bothering you all & going on (Can you tell I don’t talk to people much?! lol!) ! I NEED: fanfics, pics, products etc: OMEGA & CROSSHAIR, OMEGA & GROGU (eh probably not lol) OMEGA & FIVES (lol again probably not)

Here is the first of a little "Day in the Life" series I will be doing off and on. You can vote on what the next one will be here.

This takes place a little after the Fall of Kamino, her uniform from Kamino had gotten completely destroyed over their various adventures, and they had to get her some new clothes. Temporally she had to wear one of Hunter's civilian shirts until they got something that fit her.

I feel like Wrecker would basically be the bored sentient shopping cart, holding all their stuff. Hunter is the one to actual talk with the shopkeepers and barter for prices and what not. Tech and Echo are actually helping Omega find decent functional clothes that fit her.

I know we dont have time in the actual series for all the background, mundane/nice moments this space family deserves, but god damnit I will get it.

I have a weird obsession with Omega & Crosshair (fave sibling duo in TBB). I FEEL Cross & Omega have a VERY strong bond (First shown in S1E1). He just doesn’t know it YET lol! ALWAYS been my prayer that they will be reunited & I think he will WANT to protect her from his love for her!

I’m still TERRIFIED what will happen to her! Hunter is her FATHER, BUT Cross is also meant to be her protector!

I AM LEARNING HAWAIIAN TOO (day 466 or 467 straight on DUOLINGO lol)…. It’s number one on my bucket list BUT alas I doubt I will due to my military injuries and chronic illnesses lol. BUT THIS IS AMAZING never ever thought I would EVER FIND ANYTHING LIKE THIS!!!!!

Can anyone please please make a picture of this in ANY WAY AT ALL????? If there is ANYTHING anyone knows about that’s like this (Omega SPECIFICALLY like this please tag me :):):)!)

Sins of the Past: Ohana Means Family

Summery: A collection of drabbles set in my modern au where the Bad Batch raise Omega after rescuing her from the abusive hands of their mother. In this chapter Crosshair takes care of Omega whilst she is sick.

Notes: Happy Birthday @xoxo-40782 ! This chapter is dedicated to you! I hope that you have an amazing birthday! Everyone should check out their bad batch modern au!! It is amazing!! And I used a lot of inspiration such as Crosshair liking Ghibli movies and having issues with his similar appearance to Nala Se in this fic!! I hope that you guys enjoy!! Xxxxxxxx

Ao3

FF.net

They had been warned that this could happen. Obi-Wan had told them that having been trapped in that Hell of a house all her life, Omega hadn't had the chance to be exposed to all those childhood germs other kids did, leaving her more susceptible to them now. And a month after starting school, it finally happened.

Omega had woken up on Monday morning with the worst cold Crosshair had ever witnessed. Coughs had racked her shivering body that was half delirious with fever.

The boys had preciously decided on a rota to take care of Omega on sick days, and on Friday it was finally Crosshair's turn.

Thankfully her fever had broken by now but she was still bunged up with snot, so Hunter had decided to keep her off the rest of the week, hoping that she would be fighting fit by Monday.

So all Crosshair had to do was keep an eye on her.

Which was kind of the problem.

He had managed to get over most of his ill placed jealously after his talk with Hunter, but unfortunately Crosshair was well aware that trauma didn't disappear that easily.

There was no denying that any of them were Jango's offspring, with his apparent super spreader genes. But where the rest of their siblings were all blunt corners, he and Omega were sharp edges with their pointed features and lighter hair that was unmistakably the mark of Nala Se.

And Crosshair hated it. He hated it so much he once smashed the mirror in the bathroom which Ninety-Nine never replaced. He could deal with his own appearance. Shaving his hair till it went grey and getting a tattoo across his face helped.

But then Omega came into their lives. And whilst Crosshair would be eternally grateful that she never had to step foot in their sorry excuse for a mother's home again, sometimes just being around her hurt.

To see that same face that tortured him his whole life in the innocent one of a little girl felt like a cruel joke that the universe was playing to specifically spite him.

He had resorted to avoiding her which wasn't easy in a small house packed with six people. However he figured it was the better option than accidently snapping at her with something he knew that he would immediately regret. He was pretty sure Hunter at least had noticed although his older brother hadn't mentioned anything about it, yet. He knew it was something he'd have to confront eventually.

He just didn't think that day would be today.

Crosshair sat on the sofa, whilst Omega was bundled up on the other, Gonky curled up on one side of her and a stack of tissue boxes on the other, as she watched TV. Having missed out on the past decade of pop culture, Hunter was trying to rectify that, starting with the Disney classics after Omega had asked what a Disney Princess was when one of her classmates had made fun of her for not knowing. They were currently up to Lilo and Stitch. Whilst Crosshair was much more of a Ghibli fan, he didn't mind the colourful cartoon musicals, not that he would ever admit it.

He kept one eye on Omega whilst scrolling through his phone. Replying to the texts Hunter sent about every five minutes reassuring him that yes their sister was indeed still alive and ignoring the messages from his asshole of a boss Rampart who was still giving him shit about taking a day off even though Aayla had offered to cover some of his sessions for him.

The movie had barely finished playing when Omega burst into tears.

Shit, Crosshair thought, rushing over to the girl.

"Are you hurt? What's wrong?" He asked. Hunter was going to kill him if anything happened to her on his watch.

"Sh-She... she's just like me!" Omega managed choke through her sobs.

"What do you mean?" He asked, not understanding where this conversation was going.

Omega pointed at the screen where the characters were currently visiting a montage of Elvis exhibits as the credits rolled.

"Lilo! She's Polynesian! She is raised by her siblings! She's just like me!"

That was when Crosshair realised she wasn't crying because she was hurt. Happiness might not be the correct to describe word it either. It was hard to put into words the freeing ideal of being known.

And God had Crosshair realised just how badly he'd fucked up.

Growing up, if he'd seen a movie like that with someone like him in it. Maybe he would've been able to recognise himself in someone else instead of feeling isolated in a body that nobody else could understand.

He hadn't even realised he'd pulled Omega into a hug until Gonky tried to jump between them to get in on the action.

Omega's sobs subsided into giggles as Gonky's tongue locked away her tears,  tickling her face.

"Let her go you big lump." Crosshair told the husky, nudging him back to the girl's side. Since he was now over here anyway, Crosshair figured he might as well stay and settled into Omega's over side. He picked up the nearby remote.

"It might be garbage, a lot of the Disney sequels are but they made a second film if you want to watch that?"

Omega nodded eagerly, curling against his shoulder, as though it was the most natural thing in the world, even though it was the first time she had ever done it before.

To distract himself from getting teary eyed as well, Crosshair pressed play.

I love this! CAN SOMEONE PLEASE PLEASE DO A PIC, FANFIC OR ANYTHING SIMILAR?!? There’s too many Fanfics that have romantic characters or whatever (I’m sorry if that’s rude). I just prefer non romantic relationship dynamics lol. I’m sorry, I went OVER BOARD on tags (didn’t mean to lol!), had a seizure so brain is fuzzy today. I SHOULD be doing my Hawaiian language lesson for today now on DUOLINGO INSTEAD of obsessing over OMEGA (only bc she’s much harder to find lol) and/or ALWAYS TRY to find ANYTHING AT ALL that is OMEGA & CROSSHAIR; OMEGA & GROGU lol! Omega & Cross are fave sibling duo; Omega & Grogu are my all time fave characters lol!!!!

Hemlock: We have someone you might like to see. *brings Omega*

Crosshair: *pulling Omega towards him* Hurt her and I’ll kill you.