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crosshair is probably hung like a horse too, it's always the skinny tall and broody ones yknow 🤭💦 i HC that he is and doesn't even realize it, so he's not snarky about it but when you start running your mouth bc you're too cockdumb to stop yourself he lowkey realizes he has a cock worship kink and all he wants now is to hear you say it over and over "you're so big oh fuck" "you're huge i think you might break me" "you're cock is so good"
oh my goooooddddddddddddddddd.
cock worship with Cross? fuck. why didnt i think of that?!
Crosshair realises he has a thing for cock worshipping during a lovely blowjob from you.
he's lying back on the bed, legs slightly parted, gazing down at you as you enjoy sucking his cock. there's no rush to have sex. you have some alone time together, so you're going to take your time, and enjoy it.
you've never had the opportunity to admire his cock before. sure, you know its big and pretty, but you've never actually told him.
you slip off his cock and mutter, "you're too big for me, Cross. you always make my jaw ache."
he chuckles and comes up with some sarky reply, but you notice the way his cock throbs in your palm at your comment. so, you continue.
"so big. so thick. and its all mine, isn't it?"
"fuck, Cross. i can barely wrap my hand around it!"
"i'll try and fit as much as i can, but no promises, okay?"
Crosshair is turning redder and redder after every comment, and that's when it hits him. he looooves this. he loooooves your praise, your affection, the way you worship him.
and before you know it, Crosshair is practically demanding for you to worship his cock.
"you're not getting anything until you say your prayers, and beg. got it?"
I have a request! Works been rough lately, can I get a fem reader/Crosshair with “let me distract you” when he visits her during a tough shift? Love your work, thank you!
-dumfanting
The Perfect Distraction*** 🌊
🫧 Pairings: Crosshair X Female!Reader
word count: 2.6k
Prompts:
• “Let me distract you.”
Plot: When work is non-stop, you feel yourself overwhelmed and in need of a break. Luckily for you, your other half came at the right time.
Authors note: sorry that work has been tough lately @dumfanting 🩵 hopefully things have gotten better. If not, here’s some soft Crosshair to make your day better. (Sorry for the wait)
warnings: NSFW, 18+ only. Explicit Sexual Content and Language. Female Reader, Work Stress, Light Angst, Established Relationship, Massage, Soft Smut, Vaginal Sex, Cunnilingus, Aftercare, Comfort, Kissing, Neck Kissing and Sucking.
A neon sign by the door flickers, glowing with a dim "OPEN" that buzzes faintly in the background. It’s barely holding on, much like you are at this point.
Your shop that you owned for a few years is - to be blunt - a mess. A current maze of half-disassembled speeders and crates of mismatched parts, with wires and hydro spanners scattered across every available surface. The usual hum of machinery sounded through the space, barely masking your own frustrated grunts as you try to wrangle yet another malfunctioning power converter back into shape. But no matter how hard you work, it feels like the pile of jobs only grows larger, while your supply of critical parts dwindles.
Then, you hear the familiar irritating buzz of the door, followed by heavy footsteps. You grit your teeth, already bracing yourself for what’s coming.
A burly customer storms in, his face flushed with anger. “This is ridiculous!” he snaps. “You said my speeder would be ready days ago! What kind of operation are you running here? I’ve been waiting long enough!” He throws his arms up in frustration, knocking over a pile of circuit boards in the process.
You open your mouth to respond, trying to keep your tone steady despite the stress bubbling under the surface. “Look, I’ve got a shortage of parts. I’m doing everything I can—”
He cuts you off, voice rising. “I don’t want excuses! You’re supposed to be a mechanic, not some scrap peddler! If you can’t get it done, I’ll take it somewhere that can.”
Before you can get another word in, a cold, measured voice slices through the tension. “I think you’ve said enough.”
The customer whips around to see Crosshair leaning against the wall, twirling a familiar toothpick between his lips. But there’s nothing casual about the deadly look in his eyes. He straightens up, moving to stand between you and the customer, his hand resting near his blaster as if daring the guy to push his luck. “Back off and leave the lady alone,” he snarls, tone voice dipped with venom as he flicks the pick at the customer's chest.
Their bravado is quick to vanish. He stammers, trying to recover some of his bluster, but it’s clear he’s rattled. “I—I just want my speeder fixed…” He takes a step back, bumping into a tool cart and nearly knocking it over in his haste to retreat.
“Then take it somewhere else,” Crosshair replies coolly, his eyes never leaving the man. The customer mutters something under his breath and stumbles out of the shop.
For a moment, all you can do is exhale, letting the tension drain from your shoulders. You shoot Crosshair a look—half-irritation, half-gratitude. “Well, there goes another job. Not that I’m upset about it,” you mutter, rubbing your temple. “But still, I don’t need to be losing more credits.”
Crosshair simply shrugs, clearly unconcerned. “Credits won’t matter much if you’re burnt out.”
You huff, feeling the exhaustion catch up to you. “Burnt out is putting it lightly. It’s been one thing after another all day. Parts shortages, broken motivators, customers demanding miracles. I’m running myself crazy, and no one seems to care that I can’t fix what I don’t have.” Your voice wavers slightly as the frustration spills over. “I’m one person, Crosshair. I can’t keep this up.”
He listens quietly, his sharp gaze softening as he takes in the stress etched on your face. Without a word, he steps over to the door and flips the neon “OPEN” sign to “CLOSED.”
When he turns back to you, he’s closer now, his tone gentler. “What can I do?”
You look up at him, feeling a lump in your throat at the kindness in his voice. Before you can answer, he pulls you into his arms, wrapping you in a secure embrace. You really needed this.
The warmth of him, combined with the rare tenderness in the way he holds you, makes your chest tighten with relief. You let yourself sink into him, closing your eyes as you take in the steady rhythm of his breathing. For a moment, the clutter of the shop and the never-ending to-do list fades into the background.
“Just this,” you whisper, feeling the weight of the day lift ever so slightly. “This is enough.”
Crosshair’s hand moves in slow circles on your back, offering a silent comfort that says more than words could. His eyes then move toward your cluttered office tucked in the back of the shop. “Why don’t we head to your office? You could use a break.”
You nod, feeling a wave of fatigue wash over you. The office is far from tidy—tools, spare parts, and datapads are scattered all over—but there’s a worn couch in the corner that’s always offered a bit of comfort when you need a breather. Crosshair leads the way, and you follow.
You sigh heavily as you begin pacing in your cluttered office, not being able to help but continue venting your frustrations. “It’s like everything’s falling apart at once. Staff keep canceling their shifts, leaving me to pick up the slack. I’m drowning in work with no one to help, and my orders for parts are delayed again! I can’t catch a break, and I’m starting to think I’ll never dig myself out of this mess.”
Crosshair moves towards the couch, slouching back in his usual relaxed manner and his sharp eyes follow your every move. He doesn’t interrupt, just lets you get it all out. When you finally pause to catch your breath, he speaks, his voice calm and steady. “Come here.”
You look at him, still frazzled, but the calm assurance in his tone pulls you toward him. You sit beside him, and he wastes no time, guiding you against his chest as he wraps his arm around you. You lean your head back against his shoulder, trying to let go of the day’s weight.
Crosshair’s fingers trail lightly along your arm, his presence grounding you. He leans in close, his breath warm against your ear as he murmurs, “Let me distract you.”
You hum softly in response, your lips curling into a faint smile at the suggestion. “You think you can really take my mind off all this?” you ask. Oh you definitely know he can.
Instead of answering, he starts massaging your shoulders, his touch firm and soothing. His skilled hands work out the tension, moving slowly, melting away the stress you’ve been carrying. As his fingers glide over your muscles, your body begins to relax, the tension easing with every pass. His thumbs press into the knots with just the right amount of pressure, and you let out a quiet, contented sigh.
“See?” he murmurs against your neck, “You’re already feeling better.”
His hands continue their path down your back, trailing lower before slipping back up along your sides. His touch is tender, coaxing you into a calm state that contrasts with his usual intensity. Crosshair is rarely gentle, but right now, it’s exactly what you need.
The atmosphere shifts, the tension turning into something else entirely. He pauses, and you feel his lips brush the shell of your ear as he whispers, “Is this how you wanted to be distracted?”
The teasing lilt in his voice makes you bite your lip, your pulse quickening. “Maybe… but I think you know what I really need,” you reply, your voice breathy as your desire begins to build.
Crosshair chuckles, clearly pleased with your response. His hands drift lower, sliding over your hips and down your thighs before slipping back up. You feel his fingers hook into the waistband of your pants, tugging them down just enough to grant him access. Your breath hitches as his hand dips beneath the fabric of your dampened panties, his fingers brushing against your already slick folds.
“Is this what you had in mind?” he asks, his voice a low rumble against your ear as he begins to tease you, his touch feather-light and maddeningly slow.
A quiet whimper escapes you as his fingers trace gentle circles over your clit, his touch skilled and precise. “Crosshair…” you breathe, a plea hidden in your tone.
He smirks against your neck, enjoying the way you’re beginning to unravel in his arms. “I thought you needed a distraction,” he murmurs, sliding a finger inside you, teasingly slow. He works you with agonising precision, each movement calculated to draw out your need.
You arch against him, gasping softly as his fingers press deeper, his thumb maintaining a steady rhythm against your clit. “This what you wanted?” he taunts, slowly adding a finger inside you, curling them just right and hitting that perfect spot.
Your body answers for you, a shuddering moan escaping your lips as you grip his arm, your hips moving in time with his touch. The stress, the tension, everything melts away under his skilled hands, leaving only the building pleasure that threatens to tip you over the edge.
Crosshair’s free hand wraps around your waist, holding you steady as he continues to work you with an almost unbearable precision. “Let it go,” he murmurs against your neck, his voice velvet and commanding all at once.
And you do, falling apart in his arms. The pleasure crashes over you in waves as his fingers carry you through your release. He doesn’t stop until you’re trembling, spent and breathless against him.
For a moment, the world narrows down to just the sound of your breathing and the warmth of his arms around you. Eventually, Crosshair withdraws his hand, holding you close as you come down from the high, pressing a tender kiss to your temple.
“Feeling better?” he asks, his voice smug but laced with genuine concern.
You manage a tired, satisfied smile, still basking in the afterglow. “A little, yeah,” you whisper, sinking deeper into his embrace.
“Only a little?” He asks with a raised brow. He shifts positions, taking your waist and gently lifting and then laying you flat across the couch, crawling over the top of you. “That’s not good enough, is it?” His breath is warm against your skin, his eyes darting from your eyes to your lips.
You find yourself grinning, completely obsessed with your boyfriend. “I suppose it isn’t,” you gasp the second the words leave your lips, his mouth on yours with a tender, slow and sensual kiss.
“Let’s fix that,” Crosshair’s lips press a final kiss to your neck before he slides lower, his gaze never leaving yours as he settles between your legs. You’re already breathless, anticipation tingling through your veins. His movements are deliberate but unhurried, as if savoring the effect he has on you.
He hooks a finger around the side of your panties, pulling them aside with a casual ease that sends a shiver up your spine. His eyes darken as he takes in the sight of you, his usual sharp demeanor softened by the affection in his gaze.
“Relax,” he murmurs, his voice a low rasp as he leans in closer. The word is both a command and a promise. Then, without breaking eye contact, he dips his head, his lips brushing your inner thigh before his mouth finds exactly where you need him.
His touch is slow, precise, completely different from his usual rough and demanding approach. The contrast sends waves of pleasure through you, and you can’t help but melt into the couch, your body responding eagerly to his attention. He takes his time, his tongue moving in smooth, deliberate strokes that drive you wild while keeping you tethered.
You gasp softly, arching into his touch, your fingers tangling in his hair as he continues to work you with a patience that’s almost agonising. “So, beautiful.” He moans into your clit.
He seems completely focused on drawing out every bit of tension, coaxing your pleasure higher and higher with each careful movement. Every kiss, every flick of his tongue is calculated, designed to make you feel like you’re the center of his world.
Unable to resist the pull, you reach for the hem of your top and tug it off, tossing it aside. Crosshair doesn’t miss a beat—his hands are quick to slide up your torso, fingers grazing your sensitive skin as he cups your breasts. His thumbs brush over your nipples, sending electric sparks of pleasure through you as his mouth continues its unhurried rhythm below.
You moan his name, your voice laced with both need and admiration. He hums against you in response, the vibration adding another layer of sensation that has you clutching the couch cushions, completely lost in the pleasure he’s giving you.
After what feels like an eternity of bliss, he finally shifts, moving back up your body with slow, languid kisses, each one lingering as if he’s savoring your taste. He presses his lips to yours, letting you taste yourself on his tongue before he whispers against your mouth, “I told you, I’m not done yet.”
Your breath hitches as he pulls back just enough to reach down and free himself. He takes his time, positioning himself between your legs, his hands sliding up your thighs to hold you steady as he aligns himself with you. But before he moves, he locks eyes with you, his gaze filled with an intensity that makes your heart race.
“I’m going to take all that tension away,” he promises, his voice rough with desire, but there’s a softness there too—a genuine care that makes you feel cherished, not just desired. “Just let me take care of you.”
As he slowly enters you, every inch deliberate and controlled, you feel the world narrow down to just this moment—the warmth of his body, the steady rhythm of his breathing, and the way he fills you completely. His movements are slow but powerful, every thrust purposeful, designed to make you feel every bit of him. It’s intimate, soothing, and completely overwhelming in the best way.
He keeps whispering soft praises, his voice a rough murmur in your ear. “That’s it… just like that… you’re doing so good for me.” His hands roam your body, caressing your skin as if he’s grounding you in the here and now, making sure you stay connected and completely focused on him.
His pace is steady, as if he has all the time in the galaxy to show you exactly how much he cares. The dirty talk flows naturally, his words laced with affection. “You’re perfect like this… so beautiful when you let go.”
The way he moves, the way he speaks—it’s all meant to draw you further into this shared moment, making you forget about the stress and exhaustion from earlier. The tension in your muscles, the weight on your mind, all dissolve under the weight of his attention.
As the pleasure builds, you can feel yourself falling apart in the best way, and he’s right there with you, guiding you through it with whispered reassurances and gentle touches. When you finally reach your peak, he’s watching you with a look that’s both possessive and full of awe, like he’s proud of how you’ve given yourself over to him completely.
“C—Crosshair…mmm, I’m goin’ to cum.” You rasp, your back arching into him as stars begin to blur your vision.
He doesn’t stop until you do. Letting you ride out your orgasm on his cock until you’re fully sated. He reaches his own high, panting your name softly before he pulls out and spurts his velvet white seed all over your stomach and breasts.
As your body relaxes and becomes loose in his embrace, he leans over you and places a tender kiss to your lips as he holds you close, letting you bask in the aftermath.
When you finally catch your breath, he gives you that familiar smirk, his voice filled with smug satisfaction. “Now… how’s that for taking the tension away?”
You can’t help but laugh softly, feeling lighter than you have in days. “More than enough,” you whisper, still wrapped in his arms, grateful for the way he always knows exactly how to care for you.
That is the distraction you definitely needed today.
Collaborative work with @lightwise... What started off as self-indulgent Crosshair smut has evolved into a fully-developed fic, with plot, character development, twists and turns, angst, yearning, and plenty of delicious *spice*. ;)
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omg so i read Across the Years and it was STUNNING AMAZING 10/10?! i was wondering if you might do a similar one with an older Tech x f!reader settled down on Pabu? (i'm still very sad he never got to grow old with his family 😭💔) thank you ILY!!!!!
Okay... so uhh... I normally don't get to requests very quickly. And I haven't really been able to write Tech for a while because there's a lot of sadness there. But this idea was so sweet and appealing that I couldn't resist. So I spent two days delighting in the way it was playing out in my mind, and nearly FOUR THOUSAND WORDS LATER (eep!) here we are. It is EXTREMELY fluffy and deeply cheesy in what I hope is the most gratifying way. Enjoy! NSFW - Minors DNI - Content beneath the cut
Always and Forever - Tech x F!Reader
Content: fingering, breast goodness, a really long tree metaphor, praise, bit of a handjob but not a finished one, surprisingly hot missionary, I still don't know how to tag these.
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Waves crashed on the distant shore as you gazed at the horizon from the balcony of your Pabu home. You heard the door slide open behind you and turned to see Tech, handsome as ever in his advanced years. The two of you had had your ups and downs of course, but your diligent work to communicate well and seek to understand one another had led to a greater foundation of emotional intimacy and an ever-deepening friendship that continued to delight after all this time. He settled against the railing beside you, taking in the sights but mostly focused on you. His distinguished features had softened with age, but the intelligence in his eyes and the warmth in his smile were as sharp as the day you met.
“If you have sufficient energy and ambition,” he began, “I would like to request some of your time tonight.”
“I don’t know,” you grinned. “Got a lot to do with work and volunteering and family and… Wait, just kidding.” His chuckle was more of a pity chuckle, the usual response to your cheesy humor, but there was an undeniable fondness to it. You’d both been free of work for a while now. “That sounds great. What did you have in mind?”
“Would you like to know, or would you like to take a calculated risk and enjoy a surprise?”
“Ooh, spicing it up, I see?”
“I do have some ideas for an evening that is slightly outside of the norm that we have comfortably settled into.” His face had the slightest glint of mischief in it as well as a touch of desire that delighted you with tingles. You had never been a fan of surprises, but the two of you had built your lives together around a deep understanding of one another and desire to love and serve each other selflessly, so there was no risk involved whatsoever. He knew you like the back of his hand, and his brilliant ideas never failed to amaze.
“Which do you prefer?” you asked. He usually knew better than you did what the ideal approach would be.
“If you trust me with a surprise, I posit that it would be quite enjoyable.”
“I trust you with my life.”
“A responsibility that I do not take lightly, however these plans are not nearly as high-stakes.”
“That’s good,” you snickered. “Alright, game on. What’s the plan?”
“I would like you to join me for dinner in whatever attire you find most comfortable. No other preparations are necessary. Also, if it will aid in any mental preparation, the primary objective of tonight‘s endeavor is simply to illustrate the depth of my love and gratitude for you.
“That sounds incredible,” you said softly, reaching out to touch his arm. You stepped a little closer, cupping his cheek and gazing into his eyes with an adoration that had been built upon a million moments and conversations you had shared. “I love you so much.”
“And I you, but we needn’t waste time on established facts at the moment.”
Your cheeks were curved in a smile the entire time you got ready.
The two of you strolled arm and arm through the winding streets of the island, turning into a residential district that you hadn’t spent much time in. Tech approached a square home at the end of the walkway, perched on the edge of the island facing the sunset. He gave a confident knock to the door, which revealed an unfamiliar face, and a few minutes later the two of you were seated at a small bistro table on a garden patio overlooking the water. Lush vines wove through trellises all around, and fragrant flowers joined the salty sea air to soothe the senses and provide a cool respite from the tropical weather.
“Is this someone’s house?” you asked, your curiosity getting the better of you. Tech smiled and nodded, taking a moment to glance around and inspect the setting. When no further explanation was offered, you nudged his foot with yours to bring his attention back to you, tilting your head and giving him an inquisitive look.
“Jobin is a private chef, and on very few evenings each year, he offers a carefully curated five course meal in the private, beautiful setting you are now enjoying. He combines the unique flavors of traditional island foods with some special ingredients procured from other planets. From what I have heard, it is a dining experience that is as memorable as it is refined.”
“Oh,” you breathed, the sudden mist in your eyes surprising you. You’d always loved food, and while you were just as happy with a greasy slice of pizza, you got a special pleasure from tasting new combinations or pretending to be fancy at times. He’d truly outdone himself this time. “How long have you been planning this?”
“Two years and twenty-four days.”
Now you were truly welling up, completely blown away by such thoughtfulness, and you quickly choked down the lump in your throat as a man approached your table. He introduced each course with polite enthusiasm as he shared its ingredients and flavors, and you could tell he had a sincere love for his craft that he couldn’t help but share with others. Somehow it made each bite even better, and you were blown away by the artistry of his culinary creations. And yet even that paled in comparison to the man sitting across from you. His pert comments about the complementary aspects of the textures, colors, scents, and tastes of each dish made your heart swell in your chest, and by the end, you couldn’t imagine being more satisfied. With repeated thanks and well wishes, he led you back to the stone streets, offering you his arm as he did every time you walked together.
“Our next stop is a rooftop bungalow that is tastefully furnished with a variety of couches, pillows, blankets, and other comfortable items,” Tech began, and you jerked your head in surprise and confusion. He continued, unfazed. “I thought we could make passionate love beneath the evening sky.”
“What!” You stopped abruptly and burst out laughing, the sparkle in his eyes betraying his mischief. His own smile grew larger than he might have liked, he was so pleased with his little joke.
“Kidding, of course. I know that intercourse in a public area is far from any preference of yours, considering the fact that having any light whatsoever is less than desirable.”
“Yeah, well… Things don’t look the way they used to,” you sighed, shaking your head fondly as you continued walking. It wasn’t an issue, just a simple understanding between the two of you, and he nodded in agreement.
“I have some thoughts about that, if you will indulge me.”
“Always.”
But he didn’t continue that train of thought, instead shifting the conversation to menial pleasantries as you strolled around town for a while. The meal was settling beautifully in your stomach, and the coolness of night was beginning to whisper through the streets on a gentle breeze. You hadn’t been paying attention to where you were walking, and he came to a halt again beside a beautiful tree that had sprouted up between a few houses. Its trunk was slim, its leaves soft, and it was clear that it hadn’t been around very long. It grew in graceful curves, reaching toward the sky with impossibly smooth branches, and Tech regarded it thoughtfully for a moment, allowing you to soak it in as well before speaking.
“This sapling is nearly mature, as evidenced by the increasing contrast in the pattern on the trunk as it nears the ground. It is attractive and virile, flexible and new. It may be pruned in any variety of shapes or intentions as it grows, but even now in its untrimmed juvenile state, it is appealing to the eye and worthy of admiration.”
“Yes…” you agreed, not quite sure where he was going with it. He guided you back to the street and continued in silence, taking a few intentional turns until he entered a courtyard in a much older part of town. A massive tree stood in the center, its trunk framed by rocks piled in a neat circle, yet its roots had escaped the tidy border and poked above ground in a few places around it. Tech stopped in front of it, releasing your arm from his and gesturing to various parts as he spoke again.
“This magnificent specimen is much older. Its bark is rough, with scars and blemishes from various traumas it has endured throughout its life, whether they be from natural causes or human interference. Its roots are not all where they ‘should’ be, by arbitrary landscaping standards. You may notice that it is crooked. Its branches would be more aptly described as ‘craggy’ as opposed to ‘graceful and slender’.”
“Are you calling me ‘craggy’?” you grinned, beginning to realize the metaphor he was painting.
“Absolutely not, unless you find it arousing.”
“Oh my gosh,” you laughed. “I’ll pass on that one for now.”
“Noted.”
Tech stepped closer and placed a hand against the rough bark of the tree’s trunk, then tilted his head to invite you to do the same. You’d always loved nature, and you could swear you could feel its life beneath your palm, a wisdom and sentience that you couldn't explain. His gaze moved slowly between the tree and you with equal warmth and admiration.
“This tree has had the honor of watching many events unfold. It has weathered storms of both wind and waves. Its canopy has grown so wide that it provides refreshing shade to those on the ground and nurturing respite to those in the air. In comparison to the sapling, it lacks the smooth texture and shapely structure of youth, and yet it is unrivaled in its majesty. Its roots reach deep into this ground, and it has grown effectively into the space allotted. One might say it was made to be here, but in reality, it has made itself to be formed perfectly to its home.”
You were getting choked up again, and it was only increased by the softness on his face as he stepped back from the tree and took your hands in his. He lightly brushed his thumbs across your knuckles, shifting closer to increase the air of intimacy. When he spoke, his voice was quiet and sincere, and his words reached your very soul.
“You are no longer young. I am no longer young. And yet the life we have forged together is incomparable to the surface-level vanity of youth. Seasons may have shaken and scarred us, yet the marks that remain are not blemishes but testaments to our fortitude and commitment. Our roots have entwined, our branches nestled together, our canopies melded as one. Our exteriors may not look as they did in our prime, but the depth of what we share is incomparable. When I look at you, I see strength and dignity. I see wisdom and perseverance. I see steadfast love and unfailing kindness. My gratitude for these is as immeasurable as it is increased by the fact that I did not ever anticipate to have such a thing during my lifetime.”
“Tech…” you whispered, deeply moved and brimming with emotion.
“Perhaps I am too long-winded,” he said, the ghost of a smile passing across his face before it returned to his earnest gaze into your eyes. “I understand the tendency to be critical of one’s appearance as it changes over the years, and I am also aware that verbose logic is often insufficient to address emotions and convictions. Yet I could not resist the opportunity to put into words the profundity of my love for you. You are as beautiful to me as the day we met, as the day we married, as the day we woke up and realized how much time had passed while we built our lives together. I hope the sentiment, or at least some of it, can be taken to heart.”
You couldn’t find any words, completely overwhelmed by the way his words washed over you with affirmation and joy. Fortunately, you didn’t have to – he slowly leaned in, brushing some hair back from your face, and gently rested his hand against your cheek and neck as he kissed you softly.
* * *
A few more kisses and a short walk later, you were relaxing into bed, cradled in Tech’s arms that had retained their strength even as the rest of him changed. He held you close, lying next to you on his side as he caressed down your arm, hip, and thigh with a gentle hand. You felt inexplicably alive, refreshed and renewed by his love, and many things were awakening throughout your body and soul. The slivers of moonlight that peeked around your haphazardly-closed bedroom curtains cast a calm, ethereal glow around the room, illuminating the curves of your bodies and the twinkles in your eyes as you came together.
He kissed you again, more deeply this time, and you brought a hand to the back of his head, rustling your fingers through his hair. Pulling back a little, he regarded you worshipfully as you lay on your back, eyes large behind his spectacles.
“May I remove our clothes?” he asked quietly, earning a small chuckle from you.
“Yes,” you said with a smile, eternally tickled that he continued to ask after so much time together. He rid himself of his pajamas, and the way he helped you out of your own was unfathomably gentle, and yet as you returned to your prone position with him leaning over you from the side, there was a look of determination on his face that gave you tingles. He bent down, kissing you tenderly, then nuzzled his nose across your cheek and down to your neck, where he trailed a path of kisses to your collarbone. His lips curved against your skin as he felt your involuntary shiver, and he brushed his fingertips down the center of your chest. You inhaled, back arching slightly, feeling a quickly growing desire for him in a more carnal way than you’d felt in a while. And yet his leisurely pace made it clear you would have to wait. He caressed your hip, kissed your shoulder, then stroked your stomach and noticed how you sucked it in out of habit. His face returned to yours, kissing your cheek before speaking.
“Beautiful,” he murmured, gliding his palm from one side of your stomach to the other. You sighed, wishing you could believe him. He slid his hand up the side so slowly that when it reached your breast, you inhaled in hungry anticipation.
“You’re killing me,” you whispered, reaching across to caress the outside of his hip. Your arm was pushing your breasts together, and he took the opportunity to cup one fully, bending to kiss the top of it. Effervescent delight ran through your veins.
“Beautiful,” he repeated, placing reverent kisses in a circle around your nipple before pulling away and brushing his thumb across it. How did he have you so worked up so quickly? Although, you realized, it wasn’t quickly. It had been an entire evening leading up to this – hours of foreplay that showered you with admiration and devotion. You squirmed a little, anxious for him to ravage you more passionately. You knew he was more than capable, even if the two of you had settled for a more routine sort of intimacy. He scooped up the other breast, repeating the process of kisses and caresses before whispering his praise against it.
“You don’t have to–” you began.
“Nothing is being done out of compulsion,” he assured you, releasing your breast to brush the backs of his fingers along the side of your face. “It is simply a reminder of what has been true all along.”
“You’re amazing,” you sighed.
He rolled away momentarily, dipping his fingers into a small jar of oil on his nightstand, then came back, reaching carefully between your legs to smooth it across your folds. No matter how much you wanted him, you didn’t always have the physical response you once did. It didn’t matter; he was as resourceful as he was unbothered, and you had absolutely no complaints as his hand slid gently back and forth, massaging your entire pussy with a leisurely touch. A breathy moan escaped your lips, and he nuzzled the side of your face, kissing your cheek again before resting his forehead. He applied more pressure, teasing around your opening before drawing his fingers up the middle and stroking your clit. Electricity ran from your core throughout your limbs as he repeated the process, more quickly this time. You lifted your hips against his hand, aching for more, and he dipped a finger in, then two, drawing them back out along the top.
“Beautiful,” he said again, pressing more firmly as he circled your clit now, lowering his head to kiss your neck more fervently. His lips opened, allowing the suckles and flicks of his tongue here and there to tickle and delight your already-tingling body. His hand was everywhere between your legs, and you almost couldn’t tell what he was doing other than working you into blissful oblivion. Fingers sank in again, this time aided by a thumb to the clit. You moaned more loudly. Fingers curled, teasing that spot deep inside that echoed through your core. You raked your fingernails up his back, burying them in his hair again and clenching it just tightly enough to let him know just how badly you wanted him.
He picked up the pace, pumping his fingers in and out with a curved stroke that stimulated every part of your sex. Open-mouthed kisses and nips along your neck and earlobe were punctuated with increasingly heavy breaths, and you could feel his cock pressing against your side, a touch of cold revealing his already-leaking arousal. You tilted your head back, spreading your legs wider as he moved faster, and lifted your other arm behind your head, writhing in pleasure. He pulled away a little, admiring the way your soft body curled and stretched beneath his ministrations.
“Please,” you whispered, confident you couldn’t last another minute if he kept it up. And he knew it. He bent his mouth to a breast, tugging it into his mouth as he circled your clit with two fingers now, faster and faster. You bucked your hips, delirious beneath his expert pressure and friction, and he swirled his tongue around your nipple before suckling gently. That was it. You rocketed over the edge with unrestrained moans and breathy whines, entire body tensing as wave after wave of euphoria washed over you. He lifted his head and kept circling, steady and smooth, as your pussy clenched helplessly until the waves began to slow, as did he. You came down from your high like a leaf floating gracefully down, soothed and satisfied by his gentle strokes and murmured affections against your chest. When you finally relaxed, he let you rest, wiping his fingers deftly on the pajamas he’d cast off behind him, then he laid on his back, pulling you against him with a sigh.
“You are magnificent,” he said, and this time you felt it, from your head to your toes.
“No you,” you insisted, delighted by the way his smile curved his cheek against your forehead. “But now it’s your turn.”
“I am perfectly content to let you bask in the gratification of your release,” he affirmed, but as your eyes drifted down to his cock, slightly softened as it lay against him, you had no intention of any such basking.
Five minutes later, you’d both riled yourselves up again into quite a frenzy. Your hand was slick with oil, pumping his cock with a slight twist up and down, and your mouth was pressed against his, kiss after kiss stoking the fire. Now it was he who tilted his head away, opening his neck to the careful rake of your teeth against his skin. Your breaths were heavy with desire as you worked him with a hand, whispering something dirty in his ear that made his entire body tense again.
He rolled you both over, careful to hold himself up above you, and lined himself up with your entrance, pausing to look down at you with unfathomable tenderness. His gaze darkened as he pressed into you, already wet and ready from the climax he’d given you, and you breathed a single “yesss” as he sank in all the way. Fully sheathed, hips against yours, he paused for a moment, eyebrows contorted with restraint and pleasure. You stroked his back and reached down to trace his thighs, digging your fingers in as he began to move.
“You are perfect,” he managed through gritted teeth, clearly so aroused that he wasn’t going to last long either. “Not because of any external standard…” He shuddered, slowly dragging his cock in and out as his voice grew huskier. “But because you are made for me, and I for you. Grown together like… agh.” He couldn’t say any more, gasping as you tilted your hips to take him in even deeper. The sight of him coming apart was intoxicating, and his breathy moans were music to your ears as he thrust harder and harder.
You lifted your arms above your head, burying them in your own hair and closing your eyes in blissful surrender to the incredible sensations of him filling you perfectly, hitting the sensitive spot and gliding in and out with incredible friction as he scooped his hips against yours repeatedly. It felt so good, you could feel it building in your core. A helpless sound escaped his lips as his eyes trailed from your rapturous expression to your bouncing breasts; his gaze continued down to your pussy, where the sight of his slick cock pumping in and out, slapping against your sex with the erotic sounds of passion, sent him over the edge.
His fingertips curled around your shoulders where he had scooped his arms beneath you, holding himself up with his elbows as he climaxed with helpless groans of surrender. His hot spill increased the sensations further, and as he continued thrusting with reckless abandon, you were shocked by a second orgasm that broke over you with white hot electricity. It wasn’t as strong as the first, but the incredible feeling of him coming inside of you as his cock stroked your walls sent waves of bliss throughout, and your surprised moans of encouragement kept him going as you clenched around him. His throbbing slowed along with his movements until he lowered himself against you, his back slick with sweat as you caressed him lovingly. He pressed a kiss to your collarbone, then carefully withdrew, sending one last shudder down your spine that was quickly replaced with a deep sense of satisfaction that radiated from every bone in your body.
Cleaned up and clothed again, you snuggled against his side, almost welling up again with the depth of gratitude and love. You rested your palm on his chest, feeling his steady heartbeat, and closed your eyes.
“You are more than I ever could have dreamed of,” you said quietly, tracing your fingertips back and forth above the heart that held your own.
“That is unlikely, but I appreciate the sentiment.
Your joyful laugh was echoed by a gratified chuckle from him. The one you loved. The one you always would.
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Oh me, oh my! Okay first of all, congrats on the 1k!
This is my first prompt l've ever requested! So I do apologize if it's trash!
Could I get something along the lines of Crosshair x Fem!Reader where reader is drunkenly teasing him at a tavern after a successful mission and he's being his grumpy self telling her to knock it off and one thing leads to another and he's fucking her in the bathroom of the tavern up against the wall?
Thank you! I love your writing and congrats on the 1K!
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Whoo hoo! Congrats on your first request! haha. I can see the thirst for Crosshair is alive and well, considering the number of requests I got for him. 😂 As is the usual, I suffered from The Crosshair Effect™️ while writing this, which is where you set out to write a lil shortie and it ends up being thrice as long. So here's two thousand words of smoldering Crosshair hotness. Content warnings below the cut.
Crosshair x Fem!Reader - WC: 2k - NSFW
Content: semi-public hand job, affectionately rude nickname, a bit of teasing dirty talk, very repetitive and painstakingly clear confirmation of consent, heavy petting/kissing, oral (f receiving), and sex against the wall! 🥳 I'm also gonna tag @99tech99 on this one because it's kinda similar to your request, although not quite the dynamic of reader being more shy/embarrassed... Also tagging @smw-on-kamino because it might satisfy your request a bit too. ;)
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It had been simmering between you and Crosshair for a long time. Mission after mission, shore leave after shore leave. The way he looked at you made your panties wet, and you were pretty sure you had the same effect on him as well. You’d made out a few times when you found a split second to yourselves, but each time you were interrupted by comms or the rest of the squad’s imminent arrival, leaving you aching for so much more.
More recently, you’d pushed him into a narrow alley, groping him over his clothes as he did the same to you, mouthing your neck and murmuring what he wanted to do to you. You wanted it too, and you said as much as you pulled off his codpiece and reached into his blacks to grip his cock firmly. He groaned, thrusting into your hand as you smoothed his arousal along his length. It provided just enough lubricant to allow you to work him slowly, languidly stroking from his base to his tip. Impatient and desperate, you pulled his blacks down just enough to free his cock completely. It sprang into your hand as you shoved him against the wall and continued, gripping more tightly as you jerked him off. He reached for you, trying to slip his own fingers inside your underwear, but you pulled away, nipping his earlobe teasingly as he growled under his breath.
“You’re going to pay for this,” he whispered hoarsely, his silken voice broken by his inflamed desire.
“Oh no,” you smiled, kissing his neck as you pumped his cock faster. He shuddered, tensing from head to toe, then came hard, stifling his moans into your shoulder as he made a delicious mess all over your hand. You caressed him gently as he came down from his climax, watching his facade go up as quickly as it had come down. That’s okay, you thought. You just wanted to rile him up in anticipation of the next shore leave, when you hoped to spend an entire night together in privacy and pleasure.
“Little shit,” he muttered affectionately, stuffing his business back into his base layer and replacing his armor pieces. You tapped his chest plate, leaning in to press a quick kiss to his lips.
“I want to come on your cock next time,” you purred, relishing his sharp inhale and darkened gaze as he cursed under his breath.
* * *
Fortune was in your favor, somewhat, the next time you all had a night off. You’d found a raucous tavern on some backwater planet and were blowing off some steam with the locals. Wrecker was making all kinds of credits with various arm-wrestling bets, and the others had returned to the ship early. Crosshair was beside you, nursing his own drink, but his expression was growing increasingly sour. You tried to tease, tried to be playful, even tried to be nice, but he was having none of it. You knew this little game of his, though. You just weren’t sure how it would lead into the night of intimacy you had planned in the tiny hotel room you’d saved up some credits for.
“Want to play dejarik?” you invited, sliding a hand up his thigh. You loved seeing him in civvies.
“No,” he grumbled, flicking his toothpick from one side of his mouth to the other.
“Had enough of getting beaten?”
He cast you a sharp yet harmless glance, then lazily returned his eyes to the obnoxious crowd all around.
“What’s up your butt?” you finally asked, turning to face him more fully.
“Nothing. It’s just loud in here… and full of idiots.”
“Ah yes, the usual struggle,” you grinned. You adopted a coquettish approach, lowering your eyelashes as you fixed him with a sultry gaze. “If only there were some way I could help you feel better.”
“Why are you teasing me?” His voice was low, almost dangerous, and it sent a shiver down your spine.
“Who says I’m teasing?” you purred.
“What am I supposed to do here? The streets are full of people. Maker knows this place is as well. The ship isn’t empty. So what? Find a bush somewhere?”
“First of all, I’ve got all the bush you need,” you snickered as he rolled his eyes, but you caught the hint of a smirk on his lips. “Secondly…” you took another swig of your drink, feeling pleasantly warm and fuzzy and a bit more emboldened than usual. “I’m sure you could find a way.”
“A way to what?”
“I think you know,” you smiled, tugging your shirt down a little more, satisfied as you watched his eyes rove across your cleavage. His fingers twitched on his cup. “Hmm,” you sighed. “Seems like you want these in your hands.”
“Stop it,” he growled, but you could sense his fortitude weakening by the second. You weren’t sure why he was keeping you at bay, to be honest. Neither of you were the shy type, nor did you have many qualms about semi-public passion.
“Why?” You made a pouty face, idly tracing the tops of your breasts with a few fingers. “Maybe you want these in your mouth instead?” His inhale had a bit of a shudder to it.
“Are you drunk?” he asked, eyeing you with laser focus.
“No,” you deflected, squinting at him through your bubbly haze. “Okay, I’m a little tipsy, but I’m not drunk. Just enough to make it an extra good time,” you winked.
“Not gonna happen.” His finished his glass, taking it and yours, now empty as well, and rising to his feet. You followed suit, indignant and confused. Insecurity was starting to creep in as you wondered if he wasn’t as into you as you’d been led to believe. He returned the glasses to the bar, an unnaturally courteous move, then jerked his head toward the hallway. “Gonna use the fresher, then we can head back to the ship.”
“But… Cross…” you stuttered, following after him. He reached the refresher door and disappeared inside without a backward glance. Now you were in an odd state… horny and giddy, yet unsure of yourself and a little disappointed. You’d been riling yourself up all day for what you’d hoped would go down (spoiler – him). When he came back out, brushing the remaining dampness off his hands, you crossed your arms in front of your chest.
“What?” he asked defensively.
“I’m not leaving,” you declared, not really sure where you were going with this. “Until we clear this up.”
“Clear what up?” he hissed, stepping forward to toy with your waist, to your great delight.
“I want you.” Might as well come out with it. You thought you’d been clear as day before.
“Mhm.”
“Mhm?! What kind of answer is that? Do you not want it?” Your agitation was coming out, as was his. He leaned in closer, cupping the side of your face and drawing his thumb down the middle of your lower lip, eyes intense as they slid from your mouth to your eyes.
“Of course I want it,” he said in a low voice, sending a jolt of electricity to your core. “But not when you’re drunk.”
“I’m not drunk,” you insisted. “Plus… you know I would have fucked you weeks ago if we ever found a kriffing time or place. I got us a room tonight,” you confessed, heart skipping a beat as his gaze darkened.
“You did?”
“Yeah,” your voice quavered, torn between desire and a desperate need for him to show you just how hungry he was to wrap his body around your own.
“You’re sure you want this?” he asked, silken voice a stark contrast to his scrutinizing stare.
“Hell yes,” you grinned, realizing the source of all this hesitation. “Crosshair,” you purred, gliding a hand along his chest, feeling him stiffen slightly under your touch. “I feel pleasantly buzzed. I know exactly what’s happening. I don’t feel pressured. And I sure as fuck won’t regret it in the morning.” You could feel his tension building, as though he were ready to snap and take you right then and there. “Now are you going to give it to me or not?” You lifted your chin, meeting his gaze. A challenge.
He exhaled hard, pushing you against the wall rather quickly, and you gasped in delight as his lips crashed into yours. Again and again. He tugged and sucked, nipped and licked, and you were reeling from the sheer force of his passion. He grabbed your thigh, lifting it around his waist as he leaned in, grinding his hard length against you. You’d chosen a short skirt for a reason, and the feeling of him against your wet satin panties had you whining into his mouth.
He glanced around, aware of the numerous people nearby, and dropped your leg suddenly, pulling you into the refresher and locking the door. It was single-occupancy, which made it perfect, because your shirt was already on the ground and you were in his arms, tugging his shirt over his head as he kicked his pants off.
“Gods, you got naked fast,” you chuckled, tilting your head as his mouth ravaged your neck.
“Problem?” His breath tickled your collarbone as he unhooked your bra with one hand and whipped it off your arms effortlessly. Fuck, he was hot.
“Only that you’re not inside of me.” He snorted, cupping your breasts and squeezing them just hard enough to know that you were going to have your mind blown in a few minutes. Then he hiked your skirt up to your waist and dropped to his knees. Dextrous fingers grazed along your thighs before tracing a single, tantalizing line up the middle of your panties, and his heavy-lidded eyes flickered up to you, eyebrows curved in needy desire. He leaned in, brushing his nose against your sex before moving to the waistband, taking the fabric between his teeth and moving it down. You wiggled to help, biting your lip at the sight of him, and once they reached your ankles, you flung them off your foot.
“Look at you,” he crooned, rising up on his knees a bit to kiss your inner thigh. “The sounds I’m going to make you make…”
“You can– ahhhh.” Your words died on your lips as he buried his face in your pussy, waggling his tongue on your clit with no warning and making your knees shake. Your hand flew to the top of his head to steady yourself, and you flung your head back against the wall as his strong arms wrapped around your thighs, tilting your hips to give him better access. He gently pulled up the hood of your clit with a thumb, exposing you even more, and flicked his tongue so lightly it was absolute torture. Your legs were trembling as he continued to lick, sliding his mouth along your folds before plunging his tongue in. You cursed loudly, bucking your hips into his face as he moved, holding you steady as he pressed his face between your legs, moaning against your pussy and nearly sending you over the edge. When he sucked your clit into his mouth and swirled his tongue around it, your knees really did buckle, caught only by his strong shoulders.
“Can’t take it, princess?” he gloated, rising to his feet and scooping your legs up on either side of him. He shifted his weight forward, pinning you against the wall with his hips, holding your legs open.
“Are you fucking kidding me,” you panted, more from disbelief at his strength than indignation at his taunt.
“Minus the kidding.”
You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, spread wide for him as he pressed his cock against your entrance, sliding it along the slick mess he’d made of you. Fingernails dug into your thighs as he toyed with you, slipping his head between your folds before pulling it back out. It was intoxicating and infuriating all at once, and you tried to move your hips toward him, aching to have him fully. He was losing any semblance of restraint, breathing hard as he held you tighter, and he sank in slowly, earning a long, blissful moan from you with each painstaking inch. He finally bottomed out, shuddering involuntarily as his eyes fluttered closed, and you ran a hand up the back of his head, the other gripping his shoulder for dear life.
“Now who can’t take it?” you teased, a jolt of energy bursting in your gut as his eyes flew open, dark and lustful beneath lowered brows. He drew his hips back then thrust into you hard, the slapping sound almost drowning out your gasp. “Fuck yes,” you breathed, fueling the fire even more. He lowered his head to your neck, sucking a mark onto it as he pushed his cock in again and again. Your entire body was moving up and down, waves of ecstasy crashing over you with each sinful drive of his hips against you. He watched your tits bounce as he picked up the pace, panting against your collarbone as he pounded you. Your moans grew louder, fingers digging into his flesh as his cock dragged against your walls again and again. You didn’t know how much more you could take, but you also didn’t ever want it to end. So when he angled himself to hit your sensitive spot with deepening thrusts, rearranging your insides until you were whimpering in delirious euphoria, you dropped a hand between your legs The feeling of his slick cock pumping your pussy was intoxicating, and with barely a touch to your clit, you were coming. Loudly.
He groaned helplessly as you clenched around him, your curses and pleas pushing him toward his own climax. You rubbed yourself through your orgasm; it seemed to last forever, and as you slowly came down, he relaxed his pace as well, eventually setting you down on your wobbly legs. You held onto him for dear life, caressing the curves of his back, which was covered in a light sheen of sweat. When you had finally regained your senses enough to take a deep, shuddering breath, you looked at him in hazy bliss.
“What about you?” you murmured, feeling his cheeks curve into a smile where they rested against the side of your face.
“I think you’ve got one more in you,” he whispered, sending a shiver down your spine.
He was probably right.
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I also lean heavily on the idea that commanders and captains that worked closely with a jedi inherited their primary trait so wolffe has this stoic care and tough respect for his troops, cody has this unshakable strength of brave personality, and rex was given: an overwhelming amount of compassion and love (to a degree of anakins abandonment issues) for his troops and he's in a War and Sister they are Dying left and right
This is also why I depict howzer as a rude, to the point, pissed off guy. He worked in a direct war zone the whole time with syndulla, saw how bullshit the war is without a direct tie in to coruscant/senate matters and watched all their hard work and sacrifice flop. Guys fucking beyond radicalized he's Tired but not giving up. But he's out of manners if u can't keep up
And opposite u get the lovely bimbo gregor, who spent the later half of the war not even in it, not following under any specific outside influence, and completely being his own man as a result. He's driven by his own decisions outside war but he's still a commando like if u take his light hearted kindness for weakness he's gonna get real sharp with u fast and idk probably take it back to chill after he's said his shit cause why waste the energy frowning over it. Lived on a fucking desolate rock, man knows how to keep peaceful mind.
This is also why the bad batch are particularly weird they're a very small unit of clones ostracized from both societies, clones and otherwise. They all have the weirdo personalities of someone who lives alone but they're still in the same boat for their teammates. Like tenants in a weird little apartment, but they all have very particular quirks and habits from that isolated personality and only seem to respect their teammates weird habits. Like fuck u if ur a weirdo and not in clone force 99, they couldn't give a shit. Ur the weirdo.
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When your longtime partner Tech happens to read a tiny bit of one of your spicy holonovels, he decides to spend the day researching and employing the new approach. It does not go as he anticipated.
NSFW - Tech x Fem!Reader - 2.1k words - content warnings under the cut. And yes, this also spawned from the ridiculous conversation that inspired THIS one about Hardcase and THIS one about Fives, two amazingly witty ficlets along this same vein.
Content Warnings: co-showering, all kinds of dirty talk, a hint of a handjob, the poke of a penis, stroking of bodies.
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Tech was committed. His exceptional mind was always fully invested in whatever his current pursuit was. And since your relationship began, you were the incredibly fortunate object of a good deal of his attention and effort. He was precise. Innovative. Insightful. And sweet as ever. No wonder you’d fallen for him HARD. There were still miscommunications -- jokes taken literally or suggestions lost due to ambiguity -- but you were constantly amazed by the ways he tried to love you.
You washed the shampoo off of your hair, thinking fondly of Tech as the warm weather and soapy bubbles trickled down your body. You wanted to plan something fun for him, something to show just how much you appreciated him. But it would have to be perfect… Something suited just for him.
Little did you know that he was thinking the same thing, standing in your shared bedroom and staring out the window. He was running through the notations he’d made in his memory of things you’d mentioned, things you’d looked at for longer than usual, things that seemed to draw your attention and joy. He sighed, coming up with too many possibilities to pursue and none of them being statistically significant in their ability to really stand out and be special.
He sat on your side of the bed, eyes roving around the room without really seeing anything as he continued to quantify and organize the potential endeavors. Then he saw it. On your nightstand. Your datapad had been left on, the screen glowing gently with lines upon lines from whatever novel you’d most recently been reading. He loved that you read so much -- the two of you would spend hours cuddled up against one another, immersed in your individual interests but united in your pursuits of knowledge, entertainment, and curiosity.
As he lifted the datapad to his eyes, skimming the text with honey brown eyes, his eyebrows rose above his goggles as he soaked it all in. He hadn’t expected to find such an immediate wealth of insight, but as he flew through the virtual pages as quickly as he could, he heard you approach from the refresher and quickly returned the item to its place next to the bed. His expression was carefully arranged into casual innocence as you came in, wrapped in a towel.
“Exceedingly gorgeous as always, my love,” Tech murmured, eyeing you affectionately. “I would very much like to show you the extent of my appreciation for not only your immensely desirable body but your endlessly enchanting character.”
“As lovely as that sounds, it will have to wait for after work,” you sighed, scampering over to give him a lingering kiss. His fingers brushed your bare thigh, softly and suggestively, and you felt that familiar warmth blossoming inside. You caressed his cheek, ending with a little boop on the tip of his straight nose, then turned to get ready.
“I shall be eagerly awaiting your return,” he answered, rising to his feet. He was already planning how he would spend the day researching, to flesh out the idea he had stumbled upon. It would be ready to employ that evening.
* * *
You flung your bag on the counter and dropped your keys next to it with a frustrated sigh. The day’s activities stuck to you like a cloying stench, both literally in the sense of your sweat and the scent of your workplace and metaphorically in the overwhelming amount of idiocy you’d had to put up with. If there were any other options, you’d quit in a heartbeat. But it was slim pickins these days, and your position was fairly secure, so until something else came up, you were stuck.
A sweet scent caught your attention -- a light, clean floral fragrance that wafted from one of your favorite candles. But it was nowhere to be seen. Neither was your beloved clone, which was unusual.
“Tech?” you called, venturing further into your flat.
“In the refresher,” came the pert reply. You heard the water running, adding to your confusion as he had strictly adhered to a morning shower schedule for as long as you’d known him. But as you swung the door open, a soft cloud of steam puffing out into the hallway, you caught sight of him under the water. The candle was sitting on the counter, soft music was playing from somewhere, and the large glass door panels were coated with a layer of fog and water droplets already.
“What are you doing?” you asked, tilting your head. You couldn’t help but notice his perfect little dumptruck. It somehow always looked slightly clenched. Maybe it was. Either way, you liked it. It was firm and deliciously bite-able. Oh dang. Maybe you needed to blow off some steam more than you realized.
“I thought I might join you in your post-work shower. I would love to provide some sensual relief as well as practical cleaning assistance. A doubly effective method to engage with you,” he answered, sounding clearly pleased with himself. It warmed your heart, and you chuckled fondly as you began removing your clothes. You slid the glass door open and joined him, appreciating his respectful distance as you acclimated to the hot water and took a moment to wash the day away.
And then he was soaping you up. That man and his hands… He knew how to use them far too well. An exuberant handful of your body wash was being spread across your arms and legs, down your back, across your stomach. It was slick and creamy, smelling almost as delicious as it felt to have Tech worshiping every inch of you with his gentle strokes. He stepped closer, reaching around to pull you against his naked body, and the feeling of his quickly-hardening length fueled the fire that was growing to a blaze between your legs.
The water cascaded over both of you, rinsing the soap and stress away as he lovingly washed every limb until you were sparkling with pure water. He brought his lips to your neck, kissing in a way that was almost sloppy (very uncharacteristic of him), and when he punctuated his kisses with some spicier bites and nibbles, you shuddered in delight.
“What’s gotten into you?” you said, leaning your head to the side against his shoulder.
“Simply another endeavor in loving you,” he responded, working his way up to your ear, which he kissed behind and raked his teeth across your earlobe. “For science.”
“For science,” you echoed, smiling broadly. Any further words were vaporized into a gasp as he cupped a breast with a strong hand, teasing the nipple with his thumb. He lightened the pressure, gently tracing along the curved underside before grasping it all again with thinly-veiled restraint. His other hand toyed with your waist, and he pulled away to lower his lips to your chest, licking along your collarbone before drawing the flat of his tongue across your nipple, making you arch your back as tingles raged in your core. He made a careful circle around your breast with his lips, barely brushing them against your wet skin before surprising you by pressing his face in, sucking hard and rolling your nipple against the roof of his mouth.
He groaned, rocking his hips against you, making his own desire wildly apparent as he brought his mouth back to yours. Your hand found his thigh, raking your fingers upward until you reached the crease, where you shifted to grasp his length with a needy grip. He had the same passion, caressing your tongue with his and ravaging your torso with his hands. As you began to slide his shaft up and down, he stopped suddenly, stepping back as though just remembering something.
“Wait, I want to take care of you. I have additional plans. If you would not mind waiting,” he said, and you smiled at his thought process. It warmed your heart.
“I’m yours tonight, baby!”
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And he did indeed have plans to make you his. There was a sense of feral desire in his heavy breaths and skilled movements. He’d brought you to the bed, tucking you in on your back before slithering on top of you in the most tantalizing way, drawing his still-damp chest across your entire front while you gripped one of his muscular forearms, letting out a breathy “yesss” as he fit his body perfectly atop yours. His cock was pressing against you, and with the slightest tilt of his hips, he’d create intoxicating friction right on your clit. You moaned, arching up toward him, but he pulled away slightly, and you sighed in exasperation. But his knowing hum in your ear, paired with the way he entwined his fingers with yours, had you right back under his spell.
His hair was tousled across his forehead, eyebrows curved in effort and intensity. There was a light sheen of sweat across his back, which was arched in the faint moonlight as he kissed your neck, giving just a hint, again, of his length against you. He released one hand to move his own to a breast, caressing softly and then giving the nipple a sharp pinch that sent a jolt of electricity through you. Fingers splayed into his hair, you pulled his face to yours, kissing him with greater intensity. His breath was hot, his technique was messy, and he teased his way to your ear, pressing up right against it as he arched his hips against you again, sinking just the tip of his head into your opening.
“Yes, baby. That love plunger is going to be all yours shortly, but first I am going to lick the Wookiee.”
You cough-laughed so hard you shot his cock right out of there. “What?!”
He mistook your shock for delight and continued, raising himself up to see your face.
“You know, barking at the ape. Wearing the feed bag. French-kissing Abraham Lincoln. Spa time for Lady Boner.”
“Oh my kriffing Maker,” you said, dissolving into helpless giggles. “What the kriff is that?!”
“It is dinner under the bridge. An Egg McMuff. Whispering into the wet ear… Are you actually asking what it is? I thought, considering our experiences, that you were quite aware of--”
“Noooo,” you howled, barely able to speak between gasps for air and deep belly laughs, “I’m asking where you got those phrases!”
Tech sat up, clearly pleased with himself and positively glowing as he announced, “The Holonet! I have memorized an enticing variety of euphemisms for your beef curtains and acts involving them.”
The mirth took a long time to die down, and once you had been able to take a few deep breaths, you placed a hand on your chest after a long steadying exhale. “Why were you looking for phrases like that?”
“Ah,” a red flush crept across his cheeks, and he shifted his honey brown eyes away for a moment. “I… noted the particular diction and tone of your… holonovel… and sought to reproduce that for your pleasure.”
“Oh goodness, Tech,” you said, clapping a hand over your face as you laughed in both affection and disbelief. “You should have kept reading, because they were at a comedy show, not in the bedroom!”
“But it seemed obvious that they were in an intimate setting…” he began, indignant.
“It was a story that the comedian was telling, not an actual spicy scene.”
“Hm. So it would appear that you are not, in fact, deeply aroused by such verbiage but rather find it much more worthy of mirth.”
“An astute observation,” you answered, noticing how completely flaccid he had become. “But hey -- I loved it. It’s hilarious and amazing. And I love that you did that. Roll over. Let me see that meat popsicle and I’ll show you my appreciation.”
“Freezing would not be necessary for a compound that is already solid--” Tech began, but his words were smothered by your kisses as you climbed above him, cupping the back of his head. One hand traced painstakingly down his torso as you dropped your lips to his neck, feeling him shiver in your embrace.
“Come on,” you murmured against his skin, “Give me the shove devil. Let me get my hands on that cooch cork and I’ll show you what’s up.” He was slowly stiffening, and you could almost hear the gears turning in his head. “Looks like the custard launcher could use some maintenance, and I’m the chief technician!”
“Hm,” he said, in the same tone as one would deliver a scientific fact, “It would appear that I also am not invigorated by this approach to the description of genitalia. Perhaps we could attempt alternate metaphorical endeavors.”
“I can’t wait to hear what you come up with next.”
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Pairing: Tech x Fem!Reader (our lovely medic line)
Warnings: female insults, gross man being a jerk to reader, violence, cursing, Mando'a cursing, fluff, not proof read I just needed to get it out as my mourning, nothing else I don't think
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Summary: Needing something from town, you're stuck with going with Tech, as everyone else is busy. You're not used to his response when a man decides to be rude to you.
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"Echo," your mirthful voice reverberated around the walls of the Maruader as you laughed, "please?"
Laughing at your shameful display as you childishly hung off of the man's shoulder, playfully pouting at him with eyes as wide as a loth kitten. He chided you with an amusingly stern use of your name, dragging you alongside him as he walked down the gangplank, "I've already told you that I can't go with you into town. I'd love to but I have to help Hunter gather the rations and make sure we have enough for the next trip."
Whining dramatically, you pull at his hand, "I can wait! Really! I'll even help count so it'll go quicker!" Though you tried your most convincing grin, hoping your innocent tone would win him over as it had multiple times before, the Arc trooper shook his head.
"Sorry, sarad, no can do." His simple decline made you groan in frustration and drop his hand indignantly but he continued, "It's already getting late, anyway, the sun'll be gone before we even finish counting. Why don't you see if Tech will go with you?"
At the mention of the clever clone, your cheeks immediately warmed and you pulled away from Echo a bit in fear he might catch your sudden change. "I-I'm sure he's busy...he's always busy with some kinda tinkering." Your mumbled response was met with a raised brow from the cybernetic clone before you, his trained eye-catching the evergrowing red color staining your cheeks. Though the planet had a warmer temperature than some others the Batch had stopped on recently, Echo knew this couldn't have affected you so suddenly. You noticed his scrutinizing squint and quickly tried to move the subject elsewhere, "Maybe Wrecker or Cross could go with-"
With another shake of his head, a knowing grin starting to grow over his pale lips, arms crossing over his armored chest, Echo interrupted you, "Busy with rearranging the cargo hold so Tech doesn't get rid of their explosives again." Then he smirked at your obvious dilemma, "Besides, I'm sure that if you ask him, Tech'll set whatever he's doing aside. He seems to like you more than any of the rest of us."
Stammering at Echo's teasing, you fumbled with a response. He couldn't be serious, right? Tech was nice, of course, he was just as nice as any of the others- just in his own way.
The way that sent butterflies screaming into your stomach...
The way that made your hands tremble sometimes when he forgot about the social decency of personal space...
Tech was nice in the way that you adored and couldn't get enough of even when you'd been around him for hours upon hours, even when his brothers wanted to strangle him.
"Uh, w-well, I don't-" You started as Echo tapped his chin with his scomp-link, in thought when footsteps from the gangplank sounded.
Walking down a step at a time, Tech emerged, face ever plastered to his datapad. A miniscule glance was sent from Echo to you then back to the device in his hands. "I heard whining from the pilot's seat," he began, his precise tone sounding uninvested as it typically did when he was observing a situation unbiasedly.
Echo grinned over at Tech, "Just the clone we were looking for," he praised with a welcoming wave of his scomp. "Our dear medic here is in dire need of heading into town and no one has any time to go with her."
As soon as Echo mentioned you needing to go into town, Tech put away his datapad, eyes meeting yours. "It would seem I am currently unimpeded by any projects that require my immediate attention, for the time being, that is." He stepped further down the gangplank, standing in the unoccupied space before you and Echo. "An appropriate solution would be that I accompany you into the nearby town."
Echo slowly turned his head to meet your red face, smirking proudly at you, "It would be, wouldn't it?" He chuckled at your incredulous expression, then looked back at the taller clone. "Then make it quick the two of you, it's going to be getting dark soon and I'm sure the town isn't the best place to be, even for us." He rested his hand on Tech's shoulder, walking back up the gangplank to head inside the ship, momentarily turning around to salute you with a wink.
You stood there for a second in disbelief, trying to understand how the situation left you with just Tech....alone.
"I cannot believe him." You muttered to yourself under your breath, shaking your head.
"He is correct, actually" Tech interjected into your thoughts, causing you to start a bit, forgetting his proximity. Looking up to see him fixing his goggles on his face more comfortably, you noticed the way his brown eyes caught the sun, as light snuck behind the frames to speckle the golden hues decorating them. "The town we are heading to is known for its rather," he searched around the area for the appropriate word, "sordid, is perhaps the best term I can use for it. We would be safer grabbing what it is you need quickly, then returning at a proper pace." His explanation continued but you began to get lost in your own thoughts, admiring the man before you. It seemed to happen, sometimes, that you would find yourself marveling at how someone who was supposed to be a clone- "defective" or otherwise- was so uniquely designed. However, no matter how smart Tech was, he was so clueless of his beauty (unlike Hunter who was exhaustively aware of his looks). The way his freckles brushed over the thin bridge of his nose to paint his tanned cheeks. The way his honeyed eyes were just a few shades brighter than his brothers, the way the light lingered in them even after all was dark. He was oblivious to how handsome he looked when he raised that one eyebrow in challenge, or when one of his brothers said something entirely incorrect. He was just as strong, just as well adept in battle, as any of his brothers (other than Wrecker), but he had the added allure of his intelligence that made you fall that much quicker. Tech's straightforward behavior, the endearing seriousness, his misconception of certain social cues, and the way his heart was still as open as any of the others- more so, you could argue- just made cherishing him so much easier.
A gentle call of your name caught you off-guard and you shook your head to refocus. "Hmm? Yes?"
Tech's face had grown adorably perplexed as he searched yours inquisitively. "I had asked if you were ready to leave, though I was met with only your vacant expression. Are you alright?"
A burning crept up your neck as you blinked dumbly at the clone trooper, "Y-yep! I'm perfectly fine!" You winced at the crack in your voice, hoping that if he asked any further questions you could blame some of it on the slightly elevated temperature of the planet.
Tech seemed gracious, or oblivious, enough to move on from the situation and nodded at your reply. "Then I suppose we should leave," he gestured for you to go ahead of him, "after you, mesh'la."
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Once in town, you had noticed quickly what Tech had meant about the town being a little less desirable. The people seemed to even shy away from one another from time to time, going about their own business and then skittering away.
Tech kept a close pace behind you, placing himself directly behind your shoulder, his impressive height becoming even more pronounced. People seemed content to avoid the two of you and you hadn't noticed any issues with the trip so far until you felt Tech press himself further into your back, the smooth front of his chest piece cramming into your shoulder blade. "Tech?"
You glanced up as you continued forward, noting how his eyes narrowed behind his goggles, analyzing something further into the crowd. If you hadn't been in what seemed like a rather precarious situation- based on his current manner- you would find his closeness thrilling and unusual, but by his squared shoulders, you knew he was locked onto something questionable. "Apologies for my proximity." He spoke in a low, curt tone, eyes never meeting yours.
"Is...everything alright?" You questioned, trying to look around the crowd of people to see whatever was bothering the trooper.
Tech hummed in response, the rumble of his chest shaking through his armor and into your shoulder. "Our safety is secured for the present moment. Though it would be wise for my presence to be as near to you as comfortably possible for the duration of our outing."
You hadn't been out by yourself very many times with just Tech, possibly a time a two, but any time you had been it was always causal and friendly places. You'd seen Echo, Wrecker, or Hunter get protective in the face of social danger when you'd gone out with them before and it seemed like an evident connection to make that Tech (or even Crosshair) would've as well even though it hadn't been something you'd actually thought about before. However, now, you couldn't stop the way your heart ached at Tech's rapid transition from relaxed to defensive, the strong line of his jaw the first thing you caught sight of whenever you glanced up to make sure he was still on the lookout.
"Alright," you rushed out, "I'll be quick then. Sorry for the hassle, I didn't expect there to be an actual problem." Any more guilt you had been about to express died when you felt a large hand on the other shoulder blade, the warmth spreading through your entire body.
"Your apology is unwarranted. You required something, it is only sensible that one of us accompany you for protection. Although you are a reputable member of the GAR whom I have seen manage precarious situations rather exceptionally, I am certain every one of us would prefer to maintain your safety as much as we are capable." Tech finally glanced down to give you the slightest hint of a smile, accompanied by a reassuring nod. "Please, continue."
"Th-Thanks," was all you could dumbly reply as you tore your eyes away from the clone to search around for any pop-up stand that had what you had dragged Tech out here to get. It was some form of balm that you had needed to add to your collection for healing cuts and scrapes that the GAR hadn't entirely said was a part of the standard order of supplies but it worked as a wonderful substitute for bacta. It didn't take much longer to find a stand that was selling medical salves and the like, though the warmth of Tech's steady touch- whether from his chest or his hand- distracted you desperately.
While shopping through the procured items laid out, you felt Tech's hand fall away from your shoulder and a voice that was unknown to you spoke. "Listen goggles," the gruff man spoke, "just walk away from the woman and nobody has to get hurt, alright?"
As you began to turn, you were met with Tech's broad back blocking you as his hand came behind him to tuck you closer. "I regret to inform you that I am incapable of doing so." His voice was as steady and casual as typical for Tech, if you'd not known any better you would've thought he'd been speaking to Hunter or one of the others.
Choking out a gurgled laugh, the man pulled out a blaster, clicking off what you recognized as the stun. You were hardly terrified, Tech was highly skilled, though faced with a blaster you were worried he might be injured. Tech wasn't the first to respond with violence, opting instead to de-escalate the situation with a straightforward and disarming method. "I don't think you heard me, prick. I don't think you want to die over a whore, do you?" The insult hit you, surprised by its accusation and you placed a steadying hand on the backpack Tech wore, to steal a glance of the situation. You felt the hand that was placed on your arm tighten its grip protectively at your movement.
Tech was caught off guard by the insult as well, inclining his head at the shorter man. "Pardon me?"
"The whore, you fool. I want to whore. Move away so I can have her and we can part ways without anyone getting harmed." The man motioned with his blaster for Tech to step aside, though he remained unmoving.
Tech adjusted his goggles with his free hand, "by my estimation, it would seem that the only fool in our current location would be you. I will not be moving, so in light of our impasse, how would you prefer to proceed? By the tremble of your blaster, I would venture that you are incapable of properly wielding the weapon, which is a dangerous decision in and of itself. Again, it would seem you are the fool." Tech took a step forward, calm assurance complimenting his candid tone.
"B-Back up, freak! I'll blast you without a second thought." The man snarled as he raised his blaster higher toward Tech's chest. As you noted what Tech said, he was right- as always- the man's hand shook prominently. Though the sight of a blaster pointed so blatantly at the trooper was unsettling, you trusted him.
"Proper blaster decorum is to hold higher on the handle, finger over the trigger, and placed securely at the target of the blaster bolt." Tech's nonchalant lesson to the man seemed to only set the situation more on edge, which was surprising to you. He wasn't de-escalating, he was...antagonizing. "Is it standard practice here that any chakaaryc is allowed to carry a blaster?"
"A-Any...what?" The man asked confounded by the word he didn't understand, using his other hand to stabilize the blaster now as Tech approached closer to him.
It was normal for the Batch to use their Mando'a around one another, though they didn't use it much around others outside the GAR and even you didn't understand the language so you never paid attention to the words. Though now you were silently cursing yourself for not studying it, wondering what it was that Tech said.
"Di'kutla," Tech's voice lowered to a tone you hadn't heard him use before, it sounded almost...dangerous, "It is a Mandalorian translation for a filthy low-life, such as yourself."
"Why you!" The man's finger began to push the blaster's trigger and you felt your heart drop, stomach-churning, until you blinked and nearly missed the effortlessly elegant way Tech disarmed the man of his blaster. Crying in pain as his hand was bent backward while Tech placed the rogue blaster in his belt after switching it off, the man spat curses at the trooper. "She's just a whore, man! What's your big deal?!"
At the man's insistence on your status, Tech furthered his grip, causing him to yell out, Tech’s stoic composure- in contrast- never faltering. "I believe I have heard quite enough from you, mir'sheb."
"But-" Interrupting the man's argument, Tech's fist connected directly to the criminal’s face in a surprising display of brutality, effectively silencing him- and bloodying his nose.
"I said enough."
Standing in absolute awe of the current events, you were speechless, and before you could muster anything to say you watched as Tech yanked the stumbling man toward you by the grip on his wrist. "Forgive my lack of decency, mesh'la, though regarding his offense, this man owes you an apology."
"Tech, I-" You began, only for Tech to twist the man's arm behind his back and press him forward a bit harsher to which the man stumbled onto his knees, causing Tech to bend down with him, muttering apologies at your feet.
"Are you pleased with his display of atonement, cyar'ika?" Tech's honeyed eyes rose to meet yours, his tall frame bending over the man on the ground, refusing to let him free until you were satisfied. At your nod, he released his hold.
The man scurried to his feet and scuttled away as quickly as he could, nursing his wrist. Confusion washed over you as you glanced at the trooper, dusting off his hands and shuffling things around on his belt to make room for the blaster he had acquired. Once satisfied with his work, Tech met your eyes once more, adjusting his goggles nonchalantly. "Have you found what it is that we came to find?"
Still stunned by Tech's uncommon display of brute force and his complete willingness to act as if it has been just a normal day of the week, you stood there silently holding up the salve. "Wonderful, then we should return quickly." He sent a look around the sky to notice that it was dark now, "I am sure-" and as if on cue, Tech's comm link made a sound. Echo's voice rushed out with a stern use of Tech's name as soon as he’d answered it.
"Where in the galaxy are you two? I said to be quick!" The clone complained on the other end of the comm. Motioning for you to join at his side, Tech explained that you were momentarily disrupted but were unharmed and returning shortly.
While he spoke with Echo, you stared stupidly at the salve in your hand, replaying Tech making an absolute fool of the criminal. You'd never seen him react in such a way and you could feel your cheeks burning at how attractive the response had been to witness. What could've caused such a change in his approach? Of course, the Batch was known to be unconventional, so maybe Tech just thought the only way to dissuade the man was to use brute strength, but it just seemed like something bothered him. Could it have been when the guy insulted you?
A call of your name brought you back to the present, where Tech was standing in front of you, his hand extended. "Take my hand, please, it is quite dark. I do not wish to lose you in the crowd, it would seem this town is worse than I had originally read about. I will make a note to update the Republic's records properly." His hand enveloped yours delicately, pulling you closer to his side to guide you through the mass.
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The walk back to the Marauder was quiet, your mind reeling from what happened. You were no stranger to difficult scenarios such as that one, so it wasn't as if you were scared just baffled.
"Stars! Finally, you two are back." Echo huffed in frustration as you emerged from the treeline. "Come on, we gotta get out of here. We're wanted back on Kamino for some new mission. Everyone else is already prepped to leave."
Tech merely nodded, saying something about how he'd set up the ship to be ready for the journey, and departed with a casual 'see you inside' as he let go of your name.
"What's wrong with you?" The accusation behind Echo's voice elicited a glare from you, none of this would've been an issue had he not forced Tech to go with you. You wouldn't be standing here struggling to erase the image of Tech decking a criminal right in the face. Replaying the sound of his voice when he demanded his apology to you for his insults...
This was Echo's fault. For sure.
"Tech punched someone, Echo." You explained with narrowed eyes to which the pale clone laughed as if the joke you tried to tell him was the funniest thing he'd heard. "No, I'm serious. He dropped this guy. He pulled a blaster on us and Tech just...punched him in the face."
"That's weird. Tech's not usually the type to-"
"TRUST ME," you raised your voice, "I'M AWARE."
Echo started laughing again, "I told you that he had a soft spot for you, sarad." He motioned for you to follow as he began his ascent up the gangplank, and punched the closure button when you joined him.
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Later into the night, while you lay awake in your bunk, you tossed and turned trying to quieten the memory from earlier though it was a futile effort. The thought was driving you crazy.
Why had Tech reacted that way? It was just too out of the ordinary for him. It seemed far more personal than he ever responded.
And Echo's comments about him having some sort of bias toward you weren't helping the racing of your heart.
So you crawled out of your bunk, making sure not to wake anyone up as you tip-toed up to the main hull where there were small sounds of tinkering echoing. Of course, he was still awake.
"Mesh'la," Tech commented as you walked in, surprising him. "You are supposed to be asleep, what are you doing awake?"
Flashing him a grin as you took up residency in the co-pilot seat across from him, you pulled your legs up close to your chest. "Much like yourself, Tech, I couldn't sleep."
Adjusting his goggles, Tech blinked a few times in consideration. "Well, are there any extenuating circumstances that are barring you from getting the rest you usually require? Such as Wrecker's snoring? Crosshair mumbling in his sleep? Echo has a bad habit of shifting a lot during the night, could it be that?"
Shaking your head at his list of options, you took a breath, "I, actually have a question."
A glance in his direction showed his brow raising in confusion. "A question for me?" Upon seeing your nod he prompted you to continue, setting his tools aside to give you his undivided attention.
"Earlier..." you began, nervously playing with the hem of your GAR-issued pajama shirt, "in the town." Tech's intent gaze spurred you to continue, though you were anxious about how he would take the question. He was always truthful, but would he find the question odd? Would he think it was a stupid question? "You reacted differently than normal." You pointed about, changing directions a little, instead of asking a question.
"I am obligated to point out that your statement is not a question, cyare. However, your assessment is correct. It is not my usual course of action to resort to physical altercations in such situations..." He responded evenly. "Though, this circumstance required a unique response from me." His added comment confused you even more.
"Why?" You inquired, eyes now meeting his.
Tilting his head to the side slightly, his brows furrowed as if he were the perplexed one now. "I thought it would be obvious." His simple response was mildly bothersome. Of course, it wasn't obvious! That's why you couldn't sleep!
"Tech, you have to remember, sometimes, some of us need you to explain what's going on up there in that exceptional mind of yours." You clarified as you tapped your temple, gesturing for him with a soft smile on your face.
It dawned on him then, that perhaps it probably wasn't obvious to you. Though he struggled to find how to put it into words. "I was required to respond irregularly because he had offended you. Pointing a blaster at me is less of an issue, one I am perfectly well adept at discouraging," Tech's voice was unchanging until he glanced at his hands and his tone dropped. "It wasn't until his unwarranted comments regarding you that I felt my common strategy of de-escalating was not suitable enough. Your virtue demanded more than my words to right the occurrence." His eyes were still downcast as he spoke, seeming...embarrassed?
"My virtue?" You repeated his term of use.
Nodding, the clone finally met your eyes, the emotion behind his brown hues causing the breath to catch in your lungs. "Yes. I will never allow someone to speak so disparagingly about you in my presence. You deserve far more from those who say they care for you."
The blue streaks of hyperspace highlighted the contours of his handsome face, highlighting his features. It seemed as if time slowed to a crawl between the two of you at his admission. Was it a declaration of love, no, but it still burned in your chest as if it had been. "You care for me, Tech?"
"Considerably so, yes." The speed and certainty of his response felt as if it knocked you against the seat, like your first trip into hyperspace, kicking you back. His honesty was staggering every time. "If I can be forthright, I find that I am more partial to you than even my brothers are. I have spoken with Hunter at length about why this may be. The solution we have come to at the very moment is," Then he paused for a moment, considering his words carefully, "that I have a romantic interest in you. The signs of psychical attraction I have are evident, or so I thought. I desire to be close to you as often as possible, and the ability to speak with you about things is a welcomed one that I look forward to regularly."
As you listened, the burning in your chest only worsened. Tech not only punched a man because he insulted you, but punched a man who insulted you because of how much he cares about you and your honor? And now he was telling you how much he'd cared for you? This had to be a dream.
"Forgive me if this is not the answer you were envisioning, however, that does not change the truth of the answer to your query." Tech finished with a resolute nod, though the emotion did not leave his eyes.
You sat there across from him for a while in silence, reflecting, assessing, and gathering, but once everything sorted itself into place in your mind you rose from your seat to stand before Tech. He'd always been so straightforward, so honest with you...he only deserved the same in return.
Your hands hesitantly reached out, testing the waters of his current mood. When he didn't pull away, you caressed his jaw on either side lovingly, tilting his chin up to meet your eyes. The astonishment in them betrayed his outwardly calm demeanor as you leaned down to graze your lips against his, a whispered 'thank you' tumbling from your lips before you kissed him.
As if your confusion and amazement had been transferred to him, Tech merely sat in his seat, numbly. However, as you began to pull away, his hand quickly reached out to rest around the back of your head to stop you from going too far. Brown eyes explored your face as if you were an illusion, "you captivate and baffle me," he breathed out in wonderment, pulling you back in for another kiss, "show me more, please."
Laughing under your breath at his request you lowered yourself into his lap gingerly, "I'd love to, but right now, I just want to kiss you a little more."
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Mando'a translations just in case-
chakaaryc - lowlife, rotten,
di'kutla- useless/ worthless,
mir'sheb- smartass
For this final Bad Batch Eve, I redrew my very first Bad Batch Fanart. When I had drawn this screencap from the first episode, I was still trying to figure out how to draw the boys. Armor was not my strong suit back then. But now, I actually love drawing it.
Its been three years of one of the best TV adventures I got lucky enough to be part of. This show started as an escape for me, I was so isolated when it first premiered, and this clone family made me feel less alone. Its funny, as we watched these "surface level character archtypes" evolve, I evolved along with them. Im in a much better place in life now, with my own found family supporting me.
I'm going the miss The Bad Batch, I'm going to miss seeing Omega growing up. But the thing I will miss the most, is this incredible, insane, hilarious fandom we have grown to be. You all are so wonderfully creative, funny, and supportive. I hope everyone stays connected after the show ends. You all have made Star Wars fun for me! I love you all and I cant wait to see what the future holds for us!
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