#tbb x reader

All of Tech's spaces are super cluttered. Like to anyone else it looks like a disaster, but it makes sense to him. HE knows exactly where everything is. If you ever offer to help him organize things he looks at you all wide-eyed and mildly offended like ???? why, this is perfectly efficient

Has very little regard for his own sleep schedule but is SUPER observant when it comes to yours (hypocrite). Always reminding you of when you're supposed to be up in the morning and when you should go to sleep in order to get sufficient rest. Also lectures you about sleep hygiene even though he always stares at his datapad for like two hours before sleeping

Sends you good morning texts every single morning even if you live together. He's usually up before you and isn't good at just like lying there waiting for you to wake up so he at least makes sure you wake up to a text lol

Does make you your preferred drink every single morning without fail though

Very absent-minded about eating and will forget meals sometimes if he's super engrossed in something. Once again, though, he's a hypocrite here lmao and will always notice if YOU skip any meals

If you have work or whatever he always packs your lunch for you

Not great at cooking though he likely would be if he cared to put any effort in, but he just eats like the same three things on rotation (he's just like me fr)

Whenever he gets bored he likes going through your living space and just fixing whatever random things might need it

Conversations with him often continue from wherever he last left them regardless of how much time has passed, like you'll wake up in the morning and before you've even fully woken up he's bringing up something you two were talking about sometime yesterday and just starts talking because during the night he thought of like six related things he wants to tell you about

Doesn't feel the need to mask so much when it's just the two of you and he fidgets a lot, like bounces his leg when he's thinking or taps patterns with his fingertips against whatever. Paces around sometimes. Also talks to himself under his breath a lot

Not much of a cuddler when he's awake because he gets restless quickly but in his sleep he's a little clingy. Rarely falls asleep touching you in any significant way but he always ends up curling up against you in his sleep. Initially was always surprised when he woke up totally tangled with you but now he's more surprised if he doesn't

Does all the budgeting and is very meticulous about it

Not great at staying on top of chores generally but every once in while he'll get a burst of energy and just suddenly deep clean your entire place from top to bottom

Loves introducing you to new things, literally anything, books, movies, shows, places, experiences, whatever. Whenever he mentions something that you haven't done/heard of he perks up and gets excited to show you. It's the same vice versa as well, he loves hearing about things you like/care about/enjoy and is always happy for you to introduce him to things. Likes making dates out of it

Sometimes kinda zones out watching you, you’ll be doing something totally mundane and he’ll just suddenly fixate and get lost in thought about you and how much he loves being with you and what he wants his future with you to be like. You catch him looking at you with that soft expression and ask what he’s thinking about and he just says he thinks you’re remarkable

Main term of endearment he uses for you is darling, also uses love/my love a lot

Physical affection doesn't come super naturally to him and it almost always catches him off guard when you randomly kiss him no matter how long you've been together, but one thing he makes an active effort to do is kiss you every single time either of you leave anywhere and also before you go to sleep

The first thing you did when you woke up, was groan. Everything hurt, your back was sore and you barely got any sleep — again. You turned onto your other side with all your sleep-deprived power which took a good minute but it did alleviate the pressure from one side of your body.

Only to place it all on the other.

You were so tired from being pregnant, asking yourself why you had agreed to it in the first place.

A warm hand on your stomach made you look up and you were met with the concerned face of your partner — Crosshair — who had developed a crease of worry between his eyebrows ever since you started showing.

Ah. There was the reason you had agreed.

"Did our little one keep you up again, love?" He muttered, leaning in to place a soft kiss on your forehead.

You groaned in reply when it kicked you again and you saw Cross fighting the smile forcing itself onto his face.

"They're getting quite active," he commented.

"A little fighter," you sighed, placing a hand on top of his. "Just like someone else I know."

"You smitten me, cyare." Crosshair captured your lips in a kiss, his other hand moving to the back of your neck to deepen it.

As you traded soft kisses, the sun continued to rise outside and at some point your kid unfortunately started to press on your bladder. With another unimpressed sound, you pulled back and got up.

Crosshair looked at you with knowing eyes, he had learned to read your little sounds a long time ago, before he too got up. "I'll be in the kitchen."

You nodded and went to relive yourself. After washing your hands, a sweet smell started drifting through the cracks of the door and you followed it right to the kitchen.

Crosshair was setting the table with freshly-made pancakes as you went over and unceremoniously plopped down in the chair.

Somehow, on the short walk from the bathroom to the kitchen, the smell had turned from pleasantly sweet to unbearable and nausea-inducing.

"Everything okay?" Crosshair eyed you as he sat down across from you. You were listlessly stabbing your fork into the pancakes, trying to keep the feeling of sickness at bay before it got too bad.

"I don't— I… I can't eat again," you hugged, your fork clinking against your plate as you let it drop onto the table.

"Hey. Hey, it's okay." Crosshair was by your side in a second, pressing your head against his side. You turned slightly to bury your face in the soft fabric of his shirt. "You need energy." He ran his hand through your hair. "Just eat a little bit, okay? I'll get you something better later."

Logically, you knew that was the smart thing to do but it did nothing to change the way your stomach churned with nausea as you stabbed a piece of the pancakes with your fork.

"This is so annoying," you mumbled after finishing almost one. "Why is pregnancy like this?"

"Want to ask Tech?" Crosshair teased. His brother had been more than helpful throughout your pregnancy, reassuring the both of you at every step that all was going well.

However, this was also Tech. And sometimes, he could not stop talking — especially since this was just as exciting and new for him as it was for the both of you.

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The rest of the morning passed in relative quiet as you finished what you could of the pancakes and Crosshair got ready to go out for some business he had to attend.

Once he was dressed in an outfit that made you blush with how attractive he looked, you followed him to the door to say goodbye.

Crosshair crouched down in front of your belly and kissed it softly too. "Keep her safe, fighter, okay?" Your kid kicked in reply and he chuckled, straightening. "I'll be back soon, okay?" Crosshair leaned down to kiss your forehead too before finally leaving you alone in your home.

For a second you looked at it, fighting the stupid tears that seemed to come more often now — something between happiness and sadness, and then turned to go to your little space for your crafts.

You pulled your half-finished blanket with the yarn towards the couch and settled there to work on the blanket you were planning to make for your kid. Thankfully, it wasn't going to be that big but the feel of the yarn made it very tempting to make another adult-sized one.

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Time passed as you worked in silence with the occasional kick from your stomach making you pause and take a deep breath. Meanwhile, the sun rose to its peak and was already setting by the time Crosshair came back.

"I'm home!" He called from the door as you heard the familiar rustling.

"I'm in the living room," you replied, not making any effort to get up as you were in the middle of counting your stitches. Moments later, hands snaked around your hips and under your stomach, lifting it slightly.

A sound that was something between a groan and a whimper escaped your lips as the heaviness lifted off of your tired bones. "Can you do that all day?"

"Mh, I could, but I do have something for you." He kissed your cheek and pulled back.

Turning around with big eyes, you tried to find whatever he had.

Crosshair chuckled. "Make some space for me?"

You scooted over and he sat next to you, pulling out a bag you hadn't seen before. Inside, there were pickles and a jar of melted chocolate. A gasp escaped you as you desperately tried to reach for it.

The combination sounded utterly disgusting in your head but for whatever reason, it was one of the things you had been craving since your pregnancy started and it was also one of the few things you could reliably keep down.

The former sniper laughed again and placed the foods on the coffee table, letting you dip the pickle in the chocolate before doing the same himself.

"Cheers." You knocked it against his and a splatter of chocolate landed on your face. Crosshair quickly leaned forwards and kissed it off before you could finally indulge in some good food together.

Hunter:

Hunter actually kinda fusses over you a little while you're sick, though he'd probably deny it if you phrased it like that. He checks on you constantly, quietly straightening your blankets or pillow every single time even if it doesn't need it. Every time he leaves, he still stays close to your room/bunk so that he'll be able to hear if your breathing changes or if you're tossing and turning more than you should be. He's completely unconcerned about catching whatever you have, brushing off your worries every time you apologize and telling you he'll be fine. Every time he checks on you it ends with him softly kissing your forehead before he slips away, only to come back again twenty minutes later

If Hunter's the one who's sick, he tries to power through it for as long as physically possible. He insists he's fine even when he looks absolutely exhausted, refusing to rest until it feels like a "reasonable" time to call it a day. Even then, he only begrudgingly lets you take care of him, quietly protesting every glass of water, blanket adjustment, or forehead check with a tired, "You don't have to worry about me." He also keeps half-waking every time he hears someone moving around or anything happening, almost getting up to check everyone is alright before remembering he's supposed to be resting

Tech:

Tech is very practical when you're sick. He keeps a file on his datapad full of your symptoms, temperature, and medication schedule, updating it every few hours. Somehow he always appears a few minutes before you realize you need something, already holding it out to you because he noticed the pattern. He's careful enough to avoid getting sick if he can, but never enough to leave you alone because caring for you outweighs the potential inconvenience of getting sick. He doesn't exactly fuss over you, but he takes really good care of you and is very reassuring in like a practical way

When Tech is sick, he'll rest when he can, but insists he's perfectly capable of taking care of himself. He thanks you sincerely every single time you bring him something while also immediately explaining why it isn't necessary for you to be concerned. He absentmindedly narrates his symptoms out loud only realizing when you point out that he's just been complaining for ten straight minutes. He reminds you not to get yourself sick every time you touch him, but leans into every hand on his cheek or kiss to his forehead anyway because tbh he's MISERABLE when he's sick

Wrecker:

Wrecker babies you when you're sick. If he's able to, he spends the entire day curled up beside you, cuddling you close while promising he's gonna make you better. He couldn't care less about catching whatever you've got, taking care of you is far more important to him. Gathers an assortment of bland snacks that he hopes won't upset your stomach, wraps you up in a blanket, and spends the day watching holofilms with you until you drift off to sleep in his arms

When Wrecker's sick, the idea of resting barely occurs to him until you practically march him to bed. He insists it's "just a cold" even if it’s clearly not. He doesn’t want you to worry about him and he hates feeling like he can’t do anything/is confined to bed so when he’s not sleeping he’s kinda restless. He's also terrified of getting you sick, constantly reminding you to keep your distance even while he's clearly itching to pull you into his arms and thank you properly for taking care of him

Crosshair:

Crosshair is dramatic from the second you first sniffle, immediately telling you that you'd better not get him sick. Despite all his complaining, though, he's hovering. He leaves things for you beside your bed without announcing himself, pretending like he was just there getting something or passing by anyway. Every time he checks on you, he finds some reason to linger for a little longer until eventually he's sitting on the edge of the bed, gently stroking your hair while still trying to pretend he's there for purely practical reasons and definitely not because he's worried about you/wants to make you feel better

When Crosshair's sick, his first response is denial. He's fine. It's just a headache. Just tired. STOP hovering. The more obvious his symptoms are, the more stubborn he gets, brushing off every concerned question or attempt to help and he gets even snappier than usual. Once he's too exhausted to keep pretending, though, he quietly starts letting you help. He refuses to ask for anything but he stops pulling away when you try to check his temperature or hand him medicine. Is secretly really grateful that you care and he eventually just gives in and lets you fuss over him, grumbling that you're ridiculous even as he leans into every little touch gratefully

Echo:

Echo takes a very practical, no-nonsense approach to caring for you when you're sick. He settles into a routine easily, checking on you often and making sure you have everything you need. Every time he checks your temperature, his hand lingers for just a second longer than necessary, his thumb brushing gently over your forehead before he pulls away. If you try getting out of bed before you're ready, he doesn't even argue, he just folds his arms, waits for you to wobble exactly once, and points back toward your bunk with that look that says the discussion is already over

When Echo's the one who's sick he handles it like a champ. Even if he feels horrendous he barely lets it show beyond being a little quieter or grumpier than usual, stubbornly trying to carry on through the day like nothing's wrong. Deep down, though, he's kinda relieved when you step in and tell him to rest, like he needed someone to give him permission to stop pushing himself for a little while

By the time you found Echo in the cockpit that evening, you knew before he even looked up that something had changed. Weeks of quiet nights spent together had taught you more about him than either of you probably realized. Somewhere between shared cups of caf and sleepy conversations that drifted from casual small talk to old memories, you'd learnt to recognize things about him. And tonight, there was some just barely noticeable tension in his posture.

You leaned against the doorway and studied him for a second before sighing quietly. "…Rex contacted you?"

Echo looked up, surprise flickering across his face for just a brief moment before he let out a quiet breath. "I'm getting predictable, eh?"

You shrugged one shoulder, smiling faintly. "Only to me."

"Hm." The corner of his mouth twitched up, and he glanced back through the viewport. After a pause, he added, "…I'm leaving in the morning."

You pushed off the doorway and walked over to the seat next to him, sitting down with a soft sigh. "I figured," you murmured quietly. "You were probably saying yes before he even finished asking."

Echo huffed quietly. "…Pretty much."

Silence settled for a moment, though it seemed much less empty than it used to feel to Echo. It had become familiar over the last few weeks, as Echo stopped viewing your late-night visits solely as kindness and starting accepting that they were something he depended on. You'd become a part of his routine without him deciding it should happen, and the realization that he wasn't going to see you again for…a while, left an uncomfortable ache in his chest.

It was a little ridiculous, he thought. He'd known this was coming, and had looked forward to it. To doing something. Besides, he'd never been afforded the luxury of lingering wherever he wanted, and he wasn't about to start now. Rex needed him. Other clones needed him. That settled the matter as far as Echo was concerned. So why did it feel so difficult this time?

"I'll be coming back," he said suddenly, as if to reassure you even though you hadn't asked for it. You glanced over at him, your brow furrowing a little.

"…I know," you said, studying his profile. "You always do."

Echo nodded, swallowing hard. "Yeah."

Another brief silence fell before you smiled a little wistfully and admitted quietly, "I'll still miss you, though."

Echo's jaw tightened a little. He kept staring out the viewport. "…Yeah," he muttered after a moment. "I'll…" He cleared his throat. "I'll miss our talks."

It was as close as he could seem to get, but you understood anyway. "Mm. Me too."

That ache in Echo's chest worsened a little bit. He frowned at the console in front of him like the blinking indicators were suddenly very important. It didn't really make any sense. He wanted to leave. It was the right thing to do, and that wasn't going to change. His priorities hadn't changed. He'd left the Batch behind before for the sake of doing what's right, and that's the same as what was happening now. Right?

"Kriff," he mumbled under his breath, suddenly feeling oddly overwhelmed. He pushed himself to his feet. "I should…go check the, ah, navicomputer. Yeah, I'll just--" He moved to step past you, needing a moment to gather his thoughts and this being the only excuse he could come up with. But you stood up before he could leave.

"Echo, wait a sec." Your fingers closed gently around his wrist, not enough to actually stop him if he really wanted to leave for a minute, but enough to convey that you wanted him to stay. Echo looked down at your hand for a long moment before lifting his eyes to yours.

"…Don't really know what's gotten into me," he admitted gruffly. "Sorry."

You thumb brushed lightly across his wrist. "I think you do."

Echo searched your face for a moment, trying to keep his expression unreadable though he suspected it wasn't. You had a habit of being able to see right through him, and sometime over the last few weeks he'd started to find it almost comforting. He liked that he didn't always have to explain himself around you.

He let out a quiet breath. "…Guess I do," he admitted, almost to himself.

He pulled his wrist from your hand but instead of leaving, he instead brought his hand up slowly and settled it lightly against your cheek. You leaned into the touch immediately, your eyes never leaving his, and his breath hitched quietly.

"You're gonna be here when I get back," he said quietly but almost sternly, his thumb brushing over your cheekbone. "Yeah? Cause when I get back you're gonna sit right here with me and you're gonna tell me about everything I missed."

You laughed quietly, leaning into his hand a little more. "That an order?"

"Mhm." The corner of his mouth quirked up. "It is."

You smiled, glad that some of the tension that had been lingering was easing a little. "Good. Was planning on doing that anyway."

Echo's gaze flicked over you, his hand still gently cupping your jaw. He swallowed hard, steeling himself before muttering, "Dunno when I started needing you so much."

Your expression softened even more, your heart aching a little. "Echo…"

He shook his head before you could say anything else. "Just be here when I get back," he said again quietly.

You nodded, finally getting the courage to lightly wind your arms around his waist. "I will," you whispered. "I'll be here. Waiting."

Echo took a slow, slightly shuddering breath as you wrapped your arms around him, his eyes fluttering shut for a second before he forced them back open. His gaze flicked over you again, and then he leaned closer. He let his forehead rest gently against yours for a moment before finally closing the distance between you, pressing his lips to yours in a slow, soft kiss. Force, it soothed something in him. The warmth of your arms around him, the gentle way you leaned into him. It was what he needed.

It took effort for him to pull back, his cheeks a little pink. "…Wouldn't have felt right to leave without doing that," he admitted softly, like he was only just realizing it.

You nodded faintly, your eyes half-lidded. It took a moment for you to really pull yourself back into the present. "...Just make sure you come back in one piece so you can do it again."

He chuckled softly and he leaned forward to rest his forehead against yours one more time. "Count on it," he murmured.

And for once, he wasn't only looking toward what was waiting for him out there. He was already looking forward to coming home.

The Bad Batch

Hunter

Hunter isn't one to make an extravagant thing out of a day but he wants it to be something you remember.

He knows you always dreamed a little of having a day where you can just disconnect from every day life a little and this might just be that day. With his skills of tracking and his senses, he can lead you to the perfect spot away from everyone where the two of you can enjoy some quiet time alone.

For later that evening, he had already booked a table at your favourite restaurant with a booth in the quieter area of the place where you can just relax and talk.

As a gift he put his knife to work and carved you beautiful figurines of your favourite animals that are just perfect for the new shelf you bought.

Tech

Tech knows that your birthday has an important meaning for you even if he doesn't fully understand it. So, he already started preparing weeks before, and the fact he keeps track of all your likes helps a lot.

Of course, he can't do everything all at once in just one day, so he picks ones that flow together the best.

At first he planned a slow start to the day with the two of you just cuddling, after which he takes you on the Marauder to visit a beautiful place. Then, he takes you back to your home planet where he had already booked a delivery of your favourite food right to your house, paired with your favourite desert.

You are already reaching for it when he takes it away from you and says "Not yet." You don't even have time to complain as he pulls you towards a hill that is a bit further from everything else.

There, he sets up a picnic blanket with the food and some cosy blankets before pulling you to sit next to him. He picked the place because it has the best place of the night sky and he kisses you softly as you share stories and look into the sky.

Wrecker

He would start by serving you breakfast in bed while cuddling. Of course he made it all from scratch and got the ingredients right from your home planet and even got some recipes from your parents to make it as homely as possible.

Then, Wrecker would invite all your all of your friends for a surprise party (that isn't too surprising, he didn't want to overwhelm you)

He made sure to get all your favourite snacks and foods for it too but he didn't just buy them, no, he specifically learned how to make them from scratch too.

And he'd end the day with lots of cuddles and kisses while you fall asleep in his arms.

As a gift, he'd give you soooo many plushies of your favourite animals so you always have someone to cuddle with when he's not there.

And also, he'd try to find little keepsakes that you can display and that glint beautifully in the light, just to remind you of either places you've been before or places he had been and where he thought of you.

Crosshair

Crosshair doesn't seem like the type but he notices everything about you. So he also noticed every little hint you dropped about how you wanted your birthday to go.

He takes you to try various activities you had been gushing about for the past months or so.

At first he stands off to the side with his arms crossed and looking entirely unimpressed, until you try to pull him in to participate.

He'll resist at first and complain but then he rolls his eyes and joins anyway with his signature smirk (and he'll never admit it but he actually had fun)

After that, he might take you to a café to try various desserts to satisfy both of your sweet tooths.

All that's left now is to cuddle up against each other and enjoy each others presence with some quiet time.

As a gift, he doesn't buy you anything. However, he has picked up various crafts over the time and so he has sewn you a gorgeous outfit that fits you perfectly, paired with a few simpler pieces he has embroidered with cute little animals, or plants, or just aesthetic swirls.

Echo

Echo planned a more low-stakes day that is supposed to be deeply personal and entirely about you without any pressure or fuss.

In the morning, he is already ready with your favourite drink and a kiss when you wake up. And after a lazy start, he'll take you to a quiet spot where the two of you can just talk, share stories and enjoy the peace.

After which he surprises you by taking you to a little shop or market that you mentioned ages ago that you'd love to browse. Of course, he insists on carrying everything you buy.

At the end of the day he brings you back home and makes a simple home-cooked meal for you that might not be as complex and perfect as Wrecker's cooking, but he learned some of your comfort dishes and tried his best.

Hunter who has the most intense breeding kink.

He tries so damn hard to rein it in, tries so hard to hold back and keep his focus on you and your pleasure. But sometimes, he just can't take it. The urge is too strong, his senses too overwhelmed, and all he can do is give in.

You're pinned flat on your back with Hunter between your legs, his thick, heavy cock driving into you roughly. Your inner thighs are dripping, coated in a messy mix of your own wetness and the remnants of his previous releases. Every heavy thrust almost knocks the breath out of you.

"Mm-- Hunter, please," you gasp out, your voice breaking as he hitches your hips higher, angling you to take him deeper. "Too hard, I'm gonna--"

"You can take it," he growls, cutting you off. He digs his fingers into your hips, bruising the skin as he slams his pelvis flush against yours. "You can take it. You're taking all of it."

A wrecked sob escapes you as you shiver, overstimulated, your body clamping down tight around him. Hunter groans, his jaw locking as he fights to not to cum again so soon. He leans down, pressing his chest against yours, his breath hot and ragged against your ear.

"So tight," he mutters, voice gravelly and breathless. "Fucking perfect. Made just to milk me."

Before you can even blink, he straightens up again and grabs your legs, pushing them up towards your chest in a mating press. You gasp at the angle change, whining as your hands come up to push against his hard stomach to stop the intense depth.

"Don't push me out," Hunter pants, gripping your legs tighter and pushing down on you with his weight. "Come on, baby. Look at me."

You blink up at him through tears, taking in his determined expression. His forehead is damp with sweat, his hair falling forward, his face flushed beneath his tattoo.

"You're doing so good," he praises you, moving one hand down to press flat over your lower stomach right above your pelvis and pressing down to feel his own length inside you. He starts rolling his hips again, hard and fast. "You're gonna take every drop for me, yeah? Every-- mmm, fuck. Take me till I'm fucking empty and then keep me in till it sticks, you hear me?"

"Yes--ah!--yes, H-Hunter," you sob out, your own release hitting you as he presses against your stomach. Your walls twitch and squeeze hard around him, making him groan again and thrust into you even harder.

"Fucking--hgnnn, now--" Hunter gasps out, his eyes rolling back for a second as his body goes rigid. He slams himself into you one last time, bottoming out so hard your vision spots. His hips lock flush against yours, keeping you still as his climax hits him and you feel the hot, thick spurts filling you for-- you're not even sure how many times it's been now.

Hunter finally slumps forward as the pulsing of his release slowly tapers off, and he buries his face in the crook of your neck. His breathing is still harsh and he's soaked with sweat, his chest heaving against yours as he gasps for air. But he keeps the lower half of his body totally still, staying buried deep inside you, trying to keep every single drop of his cum trapped inside you with his thick, softening length.

You let out a weak whine as you start to feel the warmth of his seed leaking out of you around his cock. You try to shift your hips a little, and Hunter grunts.

"Mmph--not yet," he mumbles against your skin. He lifts his head to look down at you, his eyes hazy. "What did I tell you? Don't move, angel."

"Hunter, it's…'m leaking," you whimper, exhausted but still overwhelmed from the fullness.

"No, you're not," he insists, leaning down to kiss away a stray tear. He hitches your legs up again, tilting your pelvis upward to let gravity do the work and presses his hips even harder against yours, trying to keep you as full and plugged as possible. "You're keeping it all. We're gonna stay just like this until it takes."

Tag List:

Hunter

Your tail for Hunter is something that is just incredibly pleasant.

First, it is not overwhelming on his senses when you touch him like direct skin-to-skin would due to its fluffiness. So often he prefers your tail wrapped around his hand when walking with you rather than walking with your hands intertwined.

Second, it is another way for him to tell how you feel, which makes many interactions much easier. Yes, he can hear things like your heartbeat and all, and he often relies on that, but it is much easier when he can so obviously see the movement and it takes much less energy.

On top of that, it's fluffy, meaning it is very easy for him to track and find you when there are tiny hairs of yours everywhere and the smell those hairs leave around his home and clothes is a place of comfort for him.

One of his favourite things though, is when you come up to him with a teasing smile and wrap your tail around his waist.

"Something you want?" he mutters, his voice low and husky.

"You," you reply with a smirk, pulling him closer to you. Your tail was just long enough to wrap around his tiny waist and it pushed your bodies against each other nicely

Tech

In Tech's eyes. you're absolutely fascinating. He has never had much contact with someone of your biology and he treats it almost reverently the first time his hands run over your fluffy tail.

"It is… surprisingly soft," he remarks and a gasp of surprise escapes him when you wrap it around his hand. "Fascinating."

He quickly grabs his datapad and begins noting down his thoughts and hypothesis he wants to test. Then question after question spills from his lips and you chuckle as your tail sways from side to side behind, humouring him by answering each one.

"That movement, is it mood based?" He asks, pointing at your tail.

"Why don't you just observe it for a few days, hm?"

And that's exactly what Tech did. He mapped out all the little differences in the movement; how it dropped when you were tired and how it stood up straight when you were interested in one of his rants.

However, what he enjoyed most was when you used it to get his attention. Wrapping it around his wrist to pull it away from his datapad. Sometimes you put it under his jaw and turned his head towards something that had caught your interest.

It tickled slightly and it was a weird sensation for him at first but he quickly grew to love it.

Wrecker

Wrecker is as enthusiastic about you having a tail as he is about the rest of your body; he just unapologetically loves it.

At first, he doesn't understand it fully and is very very careful to not accidentally crush it since it looks so delicate.

What he absolutely comes to adore though is running his hand over it over and over again.

"It's so soft!" he exclaims as you brush it over his cheek, chuckling at the sensation. Then you reach for the edge of the blanket with it to pull it over the both of you and he gasps.

"You can do that?" Wrecker's eyes are wide in awe.

"Yeah, I can," you laugh, kissing his cheek.

"Woah, that's so cool! What else can you do? Can you throw explosives? Or—"

A lot of time is spent on him asking you questions and being fascinated after that.

Crosshair

Your tail is a tool for a lot of teasing from both sides.

You love going up to him and sticking it in between his armour plates or just under the edge of his blacks to tickle him. It always irritates him when he feels the little hairs against his skin and he turns to you to glare.

"What was that all for?" He snaps.

"Mh, can't I touch my partner?"

"Not when I know you're gonna leave me hanging again before I can kiss you," he challenges.

"You have to deserve it first," you smirk.

"Are you sure you're not just too scared?" Crosshair leans closer with a smirk.

You scoff, slapping him in the face with your tails as you walk away. Before you can even make it three steps, a hand wraps around your tail and pulls you back.

"Ah!" you yelp, "That hurt, Cross," you warn though it didn't really. Cross knows exactly where the line is and he'd never hurt you intentionally.

"Mh, you like it," he muttered, face hovering right in front of yours, breath hot against your face.

"I most definitely—" your protests are cut short but Cross capturing your lips in a heated kiss. He pulls you closer by your hips and you wrap each other's bodies firm against each other with your tail.

Echo

Echo loves your tail like any other part of your body. He's not one to often engage in physical contact since his skin is still quite sensitive after everything and it tickles him just a little too much.

But he never complains, even if he keeps finding little hairs in his armour and the little mechanisms of his prosthetics. In fact, he likes having this little reminder of you whenever he's on some mission.

The thing he loves most though, is something the two of you discover by accident.

Echo and you walk along the paths of Pabu, fingers intertwined and pleasant conversation flowing between the two of you.

"Hey, let me just…" Echo slips his hand out of your grasp to reach for something in one of his pouches. It was a common thing; with only one hand Echo was quite limited but you wish that you could keep contact with him.

An idea comes to you then and while Echo was rummaging in his pockets, you wrap your tail around his upper thigh. He stiffens for a moment before relaxing into the touch.

"So you can always have a free hand," you explain and he smiles.