Hey, Could I Request A Bad Batch Match-up? I've Read Your Other Fics And They Are Incredible! Keep Up

Hey, could I request a bad batch match-up? I've read your other fics and they are incredible! Keep up the good work :)

So, I'm English, 5'3 tall with a pale complexion, brown hair, and brown eyes. I have ADHD and anxiety, I use She/her pronouns, and I'm an INFJ. I am also asexual biromantic if that helps at all. I have basically no friends, but I try to be kind to everyone even so. I guess there's nothing wrong with that, because it makes others feel good and therefore, makes me feel the same. In class, I kind of takes the mantle of the 'therapist'. I read a lot, a bit of everything really. But it has to be up to me because I can't focus when someone else tells me to read something. Speaking of focus, I fidget all the time (thanks to the ADHD) and tend to pace when I'm nervous. Which, lucky me, happens a lot. In public, I hold the appearance of a 'goody-two shoes' and I'm pretty quiet (which is for the best. I am painfully awkward at times), but around those, I'm close with, I'm anything but that, im louder, more chaotic and shockingly clumsy. My sense of humor is dry and sarcastic, but I always love a pun. I also love learning things, like anything at all, as long as it's not related to maths, which I suck at. I also have a pretty impressive music taste, ranging from film scores to rick Astley to Taylor swift to queen, basically anything. I’m also a theatre kid, I love performing, singing and acting (and dancing too, but I’m terrible at it. Though I can do ra-ra rasputin pretty well).I also love to write and draw, so I think you get the picture that im pretty creative. One other thing is that I love birds, owls especially, and know loads about them (like did you know that pygmy owls actually skewer their prey to hold it in place?) But yeah, I’m pretty enthusiastic about ornithology, but no one really cares.

Ok, Im so sorry, this was longer than I anticipated. If you do get the time to write something that would be great, but if not I completely understand, and I wish you all the best.

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I match you with.... Wrecker

You like many others are shorter then Wrecker. This man is tall but more so just meaty.

You are at quite to his noise, he lives just talking with you. You sitting up on his shoudlers as he explains how to set explosives up on the wall.

He loves holding your hand in public it's his way of showing you that he's dedicated to you. He also loves that he can just lift you up into his arms by pulling you up by your arm.

Read him books about how to set a thermals and he will just smile as he listens to you read. Like hell read anything you would like he just loves hearing you talk.

He also tends to pace when he's nervous or he rambles it's something he doesn't even realize to begin with.

God's when you two become really close your both unstoppable. You and wrecker will trip over each other it's inevitable on the Havoc Marauder. You have landed on him multiple times and he always seems to catch himself on time so he doesn't squish you.

He loves your jokes!, he wants to hear all of them so that at some point he can use it on some unsuspecting person.

Both you and Wrecker can talk about how much you hate math. Tech has tried teaching you both the basics for the things he needs help with but in the end it just leaves him frustrated with thw both of you.

Wrecker is really good at dancing but doesn't do it often. He learn back as a Cadet from holos before he picked up his love for explosives. Please, please just dance slowly with him!!

He knows how to do alot of slow dances but is also used to the fast beat music at 79's.

Tech happens to be your best friend loves listening about birds while Wrecker now has a slight fear on them from what you have told him.

"Your doing great, don't put yourself down" Wrecker says while slowly leading you in the dance.

"Wrecker I've stepped on your feet three times already" you grumble as he spins you and pulls you back to him.

"Its going to happen, don't worry about it. I'd be more worried if I stepped on you Tiny" he laughs making you smile up at him.

"That's it, wide steps and just follow" he reassures. "Where did you learn to dance?, it doesn't really seem like a hobby you would just pick up" you say which make him smile again.

"Back on Kamino when we weren't being trained or pushed to study most of the Regs in spare time found small hobbies. At the time I didn't know the rest of the Batch so... I watched holos, it's where I first learn what dancing was." He anwsers.

He dips you down and pulls you back up into his chest. " So every night after training I'd retreat to my little area and Dance. It was kinda hard not having a partner until I met crosshair. He snuck our of his area becuase he wanted to be alone and Well.. that how we met. He became my dance partner late at night it's reason he is so quick and stealthy" he chuckles while reliving the memory.

"That sounds lovely Wrecker. So you didn't know the Batch back as Cadets?" You as with a tilted head eyes focused on him.

"Most of us didn't know that others existed. It was only after Nala Se caught Cross disapreaing and getting up with me did she slowly let use meet others. All use boys didn't get along to wrll with our Original Batch so we ended dup forming our own little family" he states as you both continue to slow dance with Wrecker.

"I still can't believe you and crosshair were dancing partners, but it is quite fitting" you say while resting your head against his shoudler. "Hahaha don't yell him I told you, he will have my head" he says learning down to press a light kiss to your forehead.

"So... any other interesting Hobbies other then dancing?" You ask trying to tease him which makes his smile widen.

"Yes, Nala Se taught me how to sew becuase she made Lula For me back as Cadet but at the time she couldn't keep fixing her so, Nala taught me to sew so I could fix her. And well I became the one to go to for patching clothes" he states very proudly as you both spin around again.

"You truly are a big teddy bear wreck, the boys are lucky to have you." You state back to him leaning up to kiss him on the lips.

He hums lightly as he looks down to you with his mismatched eyes. "Don't go aroudn telling anyone I have an appearance to keep up" he says seriously before breaking into a laughter which makes you follow.

"Love you Wrecker and your crazy Shenanigans"

"Love you to Tiny and your two left feet" he jokes back at you.

For those who don't know I'm also a Simp for Tup and I love all of his content.

Pull | Tup x Reader

I just realized I hit 200 followers, thank y'all so much!! My writer's block continues but luckily I have a few fics stored up from ages ago, like this one. Enjoy and thank you for 200!! 🥰😘

Word count: 2.7k

Warnings: NSFW, smut, oral (m & f receiving), masturbation, hair pulling, cockwarming, fluff

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He was exhausted, everyone was. Tup was especially exhausted after being punched in the gut by an unarmed clanker. He just wanted to shower and sleep, and see you. He'd been planet-side for weeks, but now that the campaign was over they were allowed to head back to the Resolute.

Tup was lucky his feet were able to carry him back to your room. You weren't there so he assumed you were working the late shift again. He collapsed into a chair for a moment, resting until he felt like he had enough energy to stand in the shower for half an hour. He took off as much of his armor as he could while still sitting down before having to stand and remove the rest.

He had just entered the refresher when he heard the main door open. He poked his head out and saw you walk in, looking just as exhausted as him. You peeled off your bloody medic coat and tossed it into a bin to be washed, or discarded.

“Hey,” he said with a small smile. You turned to look at him. “Hey, Tup. When did you get back?”

“A couple hours ago,” he answered, “I was about to have a shower, do you want to join me?”

“Kriff yes,” you accepted. You stepped into the refresher with him and began shedding your layers of clothing. Tup turned on the water and removed the top of his blacks while he was waiting for the water to warm up. “Rough day?” He asked. “Like you wouldn’t believe. Was the campaign that tough or was Skywalker being particularly reckless this time?” You replied. Tup checked the water a last time and stripped out of his blacks completely. “It was a little of both,” he told you.

Tup watched as you took the last of your clothes off and stepped into the shower, pulling him in after you. “What about you, baby? You’re not hurt are you? I’m glad you weren’t in the medbay,” you said, hugging him from behind. You rested your head against his warm back, feeling the water run over your arms as it cascaded down his front.

“Just a metal fist to my stomach, I’ll be fine,” he said. You removed your arms, “sorry.” He assured you he was fine again and you started massaging his back. You ran your hands over his tan skin, gently pressing your thumbs into his shoulders. That’s when you noticed his hair was still up. It was messy, tangled, and dirty but still held into a bun. You laughed at the fact that his hair was able to hold up better than yours.

“Tup, honey, your hair is a mess. Let me wash it for you, I know you love when I play with your hair,” you said. You reached up and took his hair out letting it fall over his shoulders. You made sure to get it completely wet before working on it further.

You were right, Tup did love when you played with his hair, a little too much. His scalp was more sensitive than his brothers and it felt like heaven whenever you played with or tugged on his hair. Tup didn’t exactly have the energy for sex right now and he knew you didn’t either. He would just have to try and not let it affect him like it usually did. He tried to preoccupy himself by lathering his chest and arms with soap.

You worked your fingers through his hair, starting at his scalp and running your fingers through the length of his dark wavy hair. Most of it was fine but occasionally your fingers would get caught on a knot or a tangle and pull his hair a little bit. You apologized every time, knowing he probably didn't want you yanking his head around right now.

Tup on the other hand was having a difficult time keeping quiet. Every time your fingers got stuck and pulled, he had to bite down on his lip to keep from moaning or whimpering. He looked down a little and found himself rock hard from your ministrations. He cursed himself in his mind, you were just trying to do him a favor, why did it have to turn him on?

You got his hair untangled and squirted some shampoo into your hand before beginning to massage his head. Tup's eyes nearly rolled back into his head and he bit down on part of his hand, trying not to make any noise. He didn't want you to feel obligated to please him just because he was aroused. You were tired and you probably wanted to go to bed, not exhaust yourself even more by trying to get him off.

An idea popped into his head. Since you were behind him and had no view of his front, or the effect you were currently having on him, he might be able to fix this. If he could quietly jerk himself off without you knowing, you could both just go to bed once you were done showering.

Tup took his other hand, still covered in soap, and brought it to his throbbing length. He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to keep quiet. He slowly stroked up and down his cock, now trying to keep his breathing normal. Your nails dragged against his scalp and his knees nearly buckled. The hand on his cock now speeding up, long drags had turned into quick tugs. It felt so damn good. The combination of your fingers working through and pulling his hair and the simulation to his cock was getting him close very fast.

Tup had been sure he was being quiet and trying to breathe steady, but what he hadn't accounted for was the growing tension in his muscles as he got closer to his release. You had noticed he was growing stiff and almost starting to shake. It confused you and you slowed your hands to a stop, letting the water rinse out the soap in his hair.

"Babe, are you ok?" You asked. He didn't reply, just let out a shaky breath. You placed your hands on his waist. "Tup," you called again, "sweetheart, what's wrong?" You nudged his sides trying to get him to turn around and face you but he didn't move. You decided to move around him since he wasn't going to, and that's when you saw his situation.

He was biting down hard on the skin between his thumb and index finger while his other hand had stopped moving on his dick and was now squeezing the base. He let out a breath and looked at you. "I'm sorry, baby. I couldn't help it," he said, looking away in embarrassment. "I thought I could....without you noticing, but.."

You cupped his cheek and turned his head to look at you. "It's alright, hun, I should've known better," you said. "Now let me take care of it for you." Tup looked worried and grabbed your hands in his before you could touch him. "No! That's exactly why I was doing it myself. You're exhausted and need rest, I don't want you to feel obligated to please me whenever I get a hard on," he rambled. "It'll go away, I'll be fine."

You raised an eyebrow at him, "Yeah, right. Tup just let me-"

"No!" He persisted, "you've spent all day taking care of my brothers, you need time to relax." You wiggled your hands out of his grasp and placed them on his cheeks again. "Yes, and now I want to spend my time taking care of my favorite boy," you said, your expression loving. Tup still looked a little embarrassed. "But you-"

"Tup, did it ever occur to you that I might enjoy sucking you off? That I do it because I enjoy it too?" You saw his eyes move around as he considered your words, a slight blush dusting his cheeks. "I like making you feel good, Tup, it makes me feel good too. Now will you let me touch you?" His shoulders sagged in defeat and he looked at the shower floor again. You reached out and took him in your hand, making him hiss. You walked him back so he was leaning his back against the shower wall. You whispered a 'please' and he slowly nodded.

With his permission, you sank to your knees and licked a teasing stripe from base to tip. You swirled your tongue around his sensitive tip before closing your lips around it. Tup couldn't hold back the moan that flew past his lips, throwing his head back against the tiled wall. You slowly took him into your mouth until he hit the back of your throat. You held there for a moment until you heard him whimper above you and you started bobbing your head. You used your hands on what you couldn't fit in your mouth, you felt a hand come to rest at the back of your head. He didn't apply any pressure, he just needed something to ground him.

He was rapidly approaching his high, having been so close already. His moans bounced around the room, the sound music to your ears. You knew he was close and you sucked harder, beginning to gently massage his balls with your other hand. He moaned out your name, his fingers digging into your hair. Your mouth was driving him crazy and your tongue hit every spot that made him twitch in your mouth. You knew just how to work him into a whimpering mess with your velvet mouth.

You sucked hard before pulling off of him and standing up. You kept working him closer with one hand while worming the other into his hair, scraping your nails along his scalp. A high pitched moan escaped his throat and he grabbed onto your arm. "I know you're close, baby. Does that feel good?" You cooed. Tup bit his lip, whimpering and cursing under his breath. "Y-yes, feels incredible," he breathed.

Your hand sped up, jerking him furiously. "C'mon, Tup," you urged. "Be a good boy and cum for me." You finished your words with a sharp tug on his hair. Tup shouted out as he came, spilling his seed on your stomach and his. You worked him through his orgasm, letting the water wash away his release. The tension was gone from his body and he looked more relaxed. You reached up and pressed a kiss to his lips.

"Thank you," he whispered. "Will you let me return the favor?" You sighed. "You need to learn to be a little selfish, baby," you said.

You both finished washing up and turned off the shower. You dried off and Tup let you brush his hair and dry it as best you could. He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into a hug before looking down at you affectionately.

"Can I please return the favor now?" He asked. You forwent clothes and walked into the bedroom naked. "Babe, you injured your stomach. I don't want you laying on it just for me," you told him. Tup followed you into the bedroom, grabbing your shoulder and turning you to face him. "Then how about you ride my face? I enjoy making you feel good too," he said, smirking fondly. He leaned down to whisper in your ear. "You know I love the way you taste."

You felt yourself grow wet at his words. You sighed again, he was so sweet, how could you deny him? Besides, fair is fair. "Alright, I suppose," you gave in.

Tup laid back on the bed and got comfortable before motioning you towards him. You climbed on the bed and straddled his chest. He put his arms under your thighs and around your back, urging you forward towards his mouth. "Are you sure, baby? You're already tired and I don't want to suffocate you," you whined. "I'm never too tired to love you," Tup smiled. He nudged you up more, nearly getting you into position. "C'mon, love. Lemme taste," he begged sweetly. There was something about the way he said it that made you give in. You moved over his face but couldn't make eye contact with him, or lower yourself onto his mouth.

Tup exhaled, the warm air fanning over your rapidly moistening center. He parted your folds with one hand, lightly blowing, causing you to shudder. He lifted his head and licked a quick stripe up your slit. You squeaked in surprise and pleasure, chancing a look down at him. He smiled warmly at you and slowly pulled you down. "Just enjoy it, I'm gonna make you feel good."

Your cunt finally rested on his mouth and he immediately got to work, ripping moans from you as he devoured your pussy. One look at Tup might make you think he was innocent and inexperienced, but Maker the things he could do with that mouth. You dug your fingers into his hair and he moaned, sending pleasant vibrations through you. You felt his hips buck into the air as he got worked up again.

You tried to resist grinding into his face as he ate you out. His tongue expertly playing with your clit, flicking over it and sucking on it. In between which he would stick it into you and wiggle it around, tasting every delicious inch he could reach. You kept a firm grip on his hair, pulling when he hit a specifically good spot.

“Tup,” you moaned out, grabbing the headboard. You knew without a doubt he was hard again. You took your hand off the headboard and slid it down his body, intent on pleasing him too. He was having none of it. He wrapped his lips around your bud and sucked hard, making you scream and grab the headboard again.

You could feel him chuckle into your folds and you looked down at him, seeing the innocent look in his eyes. That look combined with him sliding two fingers into you and abusing your clit with his tongue, sent you over the edge. You pulled harshly on his hair and your mouth flew open in a silent scream of ecstasy. Tup slurped up the juices that spilled from within you, gently cleaning you up as you came down from your high.

Once you got your senses back, you looked behind you. Sure enough, Tup was hard again. “Baby, now look what happened,” you pouted with a smile. He smiled back at you and helped you lay down next to him. “Actually, can I try something I’ve wanted to do for a while?” He asked. You rolled over to face him, pulling the sheets up over the both of you. "What's that, love?" You asked, clearly even more tired than before. Tup blushed and nervously played with a ringlet of his hair. "C-can I - I want, uh, I want to fall asleep inside of you," he stuttered out.

You were somewhat taken aback, but you were glad he told you, it showed he was getting comfortable sharing his sexual wants and fantasies with you. You smiled groggily at him. "That sounds like heaven," you replied.

You rolled to face away from him, looking over your shoulder with an enticing yet exhausted expression. Tup scooted closer to you so his front was pressed tight to your back. He helped you lift your leg up and you felt his cock slip in between your thighs. You let him hold your leg while you lined him up, pushing the head of his cock inside. Tup let out a shaky breath and slowly eased himself inside you, sheathing himself to the hilt. He lowered your leg back down and groaned deeply at how tight you got. You hummed contently at the feeling of him nestled snug and deep within you. Tup wrapped an arm around your middle to keep you close. You felt like paradise around him, your walls silky and warm. It was oddly comforting, a feeling of closeness and possession that went beyond the act of passion itself.

"Goodnight, my love," you whispered, placing your arm on top of his. He placed a kiss to your shoulder blade, "Goodnight, cyare. Sleep well."

Same tho.

Sorry to all my clone wars and bad batch spiral but this man right here owns my heart.

Kotal Kahn for the win.

I wanna lick your nipple

AHHHHHHH HOw AM I ALREADY TO 305 FOLLOWERS?!?!!

Thank you all so much and I'm really glad you enjoy my content and I hope to bring you more soon.

I did promise that once I hit 300 I was going to do a cosplay. So now it's either doign Kung Lao from mortal kombat. Or A character from Star wars. So... who do you want to see me do?

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The Bad Batch with dancing

this is inspired by the match-up the lovely @jt-artsandfics wrote for me, and the idea of a dancing wrecker kind of flourished into.. well, this!

warnings: none, fluff

And without further ado, LET'S GET STARTED

Hunter

-Hunter, to me at least, would strike me as the best dancer of the bunch

-but ding dong that is wrong

- once, hunter tried for an undercover mission on kantobyte

- he doesn't want to talk about it...

- his legs just do not cooperate, flailing about and crashing into his partner

-the others never let him live it down

- 'Hey hunter- i don't think your dance partner appreciated the black eye much!' to which hunter gives one of his deluxe death stares

-hunter does not enjoy dancing whatsoever, but unfortunately, omega really does

- which he doesn't get, but supports her nonetheless

- perhaps he just needs the right partner to guide him through the motions

songs that would get hunter bobbing his head: https://youtu.be/8G-XwarxyMs and https://youtu.be/xFrGuyw1V8s ( that's also a reference to my last post- the dude loves ABBA)

Tech

- prepare to be amazed..

- TECH HAS MOVES

- to him it's all patterns, so its pretty easy for him to pick up on

- he's also very light, giving him agility for some serious breakdancing

- tech favours fast pace dancing, it challenges his cognitive abilities (he repeatedly insists that)

- he tried teaching hunter and the others, in true tech fashion, but that didnt work

- he needed a new pair of goggles after that

songs that keeps tech movin' and groovin': https://youtu.be/pRpeEdMmmQ0 and https://youtu.be/cZwYpAh3bXQ ( what can say, my guy likes his fast paces)

Wrecker

- wrecker loves to dance, and is actually pretty good at it

- as a cadet, he watched some holovideos of dancers, and how quickly they maneuver, and the only thought that crossed his mind was 'huh. i can do that'

- but he needed a partner, so crosshair had to do

- wrecker learned to samba, foxtrot and jitterbug like a champ

- once he found out that tech could dance too, he was relentless

- 'tech can i dance with you???' 'no,wrecker. ' 'Awww come on please?' 'NO' ‘PLEASE, I SWEAR IM GOOD’

- Finally, tech agreed and hoo boy, that was certainly not a mistake

-They complimented each other perfectly, working like a well-oiled machine

-Wrecker also loves doing group dances, ones with minimal effort so he can do it with all of his brothers ( 🥺...i know)

- And they all do it with him, though reluctantly

songs that Wrecker really moves to: https://youtu.be/w313WejAppc (With his brothers) and https://youtu.be/HAiHEQblKeQ (with tech, specifically)

Echo

-Echo is a dad dancer and that is a hill i will die on

-When music plays on the havoc marauder, he may not be the first one dancing, but he certainly enjoys listening to it and maybe have a bit of a boogie to it ( for non brits- boogieing is dancing in a slightly awkward manner)

-He was always like that though, and the bois in the 501st were just as bad ( with exception of hardcase, fives and jesse- but not rex, he was a dad dancer no. 1)

-He doesn’t really have a preference of music to dance to

-Echo likes it all

songs that would get echo standing up and swaying:https://youtu.be/HwVnX4ZgliY and https://youtu.be/425GpjTSlS4

Crosshair

-crosshair doesn’t dance.

-At least, that’s what he wants the others to think

-In truth, him and wrecker used to watch holodances all the time

-while wrecker loved watching the partner dances, crosshair loved the ballet

-when he’s alone, he sometimes just lets himself slip into a pas de bourree, then a glissade .. the rest is classified

-He is actually a ballet nerd, he knows every term and knows exactly how to execute every move perfectly

songs that crosshair would 100% pirouette to: https://youtu.be/9cNQFB0TDfY and https://youtu.be/QxHkLdQy5f0

Omega

-Omega cannot dance, bless her heart

-does that stop her? you bettr bet it doesnt!

-she stumbles,trips and falls but she couldnt care less

-all that matters for her is that she has fun

-and the boys love her for that

-their faces light up when they see their little sister enjoy herself, laughing despite everything shes been through

Songs that omega loves to blast: https://youtu.be/iPUmE-tne5U and https://youtu.be/Y66j_BUCBMY

Ok so those are my bad batch dancing headcanons, i hope you liked them! Apologies for the old songs, i couldnt think of any modern songs they’d like although i’m curious to hear what you all think. Love you all and thank you for reading

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