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Spark of Hope

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Prompt - “I had a nightmare about you and I just wanted to make sure you were okay.” (Set post season 2, pre season 3)

You couldn’t even say how much time had passed since that Force forsaken day. It had been months at best and yet somehow it felt more like years. You had never been able to adjust to a life without Tech, how could you? It was impossible to believe that there had ever been a time where you hadn’t had Tech in your life, hadn’t had him ready at your side rattling facts of, filling silences with knowledge or just sitting together as he tinkered away. Whenever you needed somebody, it was always Tech you turned to.

Then all of a sudden Tech was gone. 

You still remembered the day, still remembered watching him fall from the cart, still remembered the heart wrenching scream that escaped you as you could do nothing but watch, only Hunter kept you where you were, stopping you from following after Tech, dragging you against his chest and forcing you to stay on the cart as it sped away from Tech. 

You had no memory of leaving, everything since then had passed in a blur and you were certain it was only thanks to Hunter you had managed to make it back to safety.

A day hadn’t passed where you let yourself believe Tech was dead. You couldn’t ever let yourself believe that, the second you did you knew you’d be done. You had to force yourself to keep that small spark of hope that seemed to dim as each day went by. 

You spent your days sat on the comm, pleading for hours for Tech to answer you, pleading with him to come back home, to come back to you. Hunter and Wrecker watched on with aching hearts as you refused to be moved, refused to let yourself accept reality.

The loss of Tech was only worsened by the loss of Omega, then Echo left to go help Rex, unable to stand being on the Marauder. You didn’t blame him, some days being on the ship drove you crazy, there were too many memories, too many constant reminders of those that should have been here but weren’t. Some days you couldn’t drag yourself out of bed, the smell of Tech on the sheets lessened with each day he was gone but you had to believe he’d be back one day.

Months had passed since that day and you were startled all of a sudden when the comm came to life, a distress signal that was used by the Batch could be heard. Hunter watched your face fill with relief, with hope. It broke his heart but still it was a code they used, they had to check it out.

You were relieved beyond words to see that Omega and Crosshair were safe and alive and yet you were disappointed. You hated to even admit it to yourself, hated the fact that when you saw the pair your heart dropped because it wasn’t Tech.

It was meant to be Tech.

Nobody blamed you for withdrawing after that, they knew you wanted Tech back. You had felt the spark of hope you had fizzle out, desperately wanting to stay alight but you didn’t know how to keep believing, didn’t know how to carry on without Tech.

It seemed that even though things had gotten better, two members of the Batch were back where they belonged, it was never right. There was constantly an empty space in every room of the Marauder, a silence after somebody said something where you still waited for Tech to talk, there were no longer random projects left out for you to fall over, it wasn’t home without Tech.

You still sat at the comm but your heart was empty as you spoke, you would give anything for a reply. 

Then one day it came. 

A strange message that consisted of nothing more than a set of coordinates and a cryptic message of ‘pl45’. Suddenly that spark of hope that had gone out weeks ago was back with a mighty flame, pushing out all the darkness and you just knew, it had to be him.

“Hunter!” You called, looking at the coordinates and the message, Plan 45, it was definitely a code the Batch used.

Hunter frowned as he looked at the message, Plan 45 meant mission gone wrong. It was their code, a random one to use but still their code. He wasn’t sure about it, one look at your face and he knew you had gotten your hopes up, he hated that you were going to be left more broken than before, he wasn’t sure you’d recover from this one.

“Y/N,” Hunter sighed softly but you were already shaking your head at him, standing from your seat and pushing past him into the cockpit. “Hey, I want it to be him too!”

“Then let’s go!” You snapped at Hunter, immediately feeling bad. You knew that whilst you hadn’t been coping well with the loss of Tech, without Hunter you probably would have completely lost it months ago. He truly had been your saving grace. “I’m sorry, it’s just…it’s Tech, I know it is.”

Hunter looked at you, his face contorted with sympathy but eventually he nodded, taking a seat in the cockpit as you typed in the coordinates. He didn’t say anything but that was just what you needed, to have Hunter by your side as you went to find Tech.

It had to be Tech.

It had to be.

It took two days to land on the planet the coordinates led to, a planet you didn’t know the name of and was so far off the map. You were sure Tech would have a fact or two about it if he were here.

You had sat on the comm, watching it, willing it to come alive with another message but nothing more came through. 

The ship finally landed and you were the first off it, eyes scanning the forest around you, looking for any sign of Tech. The others followed you out of the Marauder, each of them looking around and seeing nothing, knowing it was going to be bad for you when you came to another dead end.

It was Hunter who heard him first, a crunch and snap of twigs under a boot alerted him and he let out a small gasp, feeling Crosshair and Wrecker look at him. 

It took a few more moments but Tech appeared from the trees and you felt your legs nearly give out as you looked at him, unable to move. 

“Y/N.” Tech breathed out and that was all you needed to force your feet forward, practically falling into his chest and Tech didn’t care how sore his body was he still wrapped his arms around you and held you close.

“You got my message.” He whispered into your hair and you laughed though the noise sounded more like a sob as silent tears made their way down your cheeks.

Tech felt his own eyes well up but he managed to keep the tears contained as he looked past you to his brothers, though a few tears did manage to trickle out as he saw Crosshair looking back at him.

Eventually you managed to pull away and Tech brought his hand to your cheek, brushing away your tears before he leant his forehead against yours.

“I knew you were alive.” You told him, your voice barely audible as you tried to hold back more tears. “I knew you were.”

Tech leaned forward, brushing his lips against yours and you couldn’t stop more tears from falling as you kissed him back, savouring the feeling after doubting if you would ever feel this again. 

You never strayed far from Tech when the two of you eventually pulled away and he was embraced by his brothers, each of their eyes watery and a few of their cheeks wet where tears had fallen. 

Eventually you all made your way back into the Marauder and Tech excused himself for a much needed sonic. You were reluctant to let him go but watched him leave, assuring yourself he was back.

“I told you.” You said softly as Hunter came to sit next to you. “I told you he was alive.”

Hunter pulled you against his chest, his arm going around your shoulder as he placed a soft kiss to your head.

“He’s alive.” Hunter murmured against your hair, still trying to wrap his mind around it himself.

By the time Tech had left the fresher Hunter had gotten the ship into hyperspace and everyone was sat together. Tech immediately made his way over to you, not wasting any time in pulling you close to him, your hand finding his as the others spoke softly, your thumb stroking over his knuckles in a constant reminder that he was there.

The six of you sat there for hours, Tech filled you in on what had happened since his fall, Omega had excitedly told Tech about her and Crosshair’s daring escape and the rest of the night was spent reliving old memories until you were all yawning.

None of you wanted to pull yourselves out of that moment but the need for sleep was too much and you forced yourselves up and into bed. 

You were happy to go to bed though when Tech climbed in after you and pulled you close, the sound of his steady breathing was enough to lull you into an easy sleep, something that you hadn’t been able to do for months, your eyes falling closed feeling warm and overwhelmingly relieved.

It wasn’t until you gasped awake, shivering at the cold air that you knew something wasn’t right. You looked around and felt your heart sink as you realised you were on a cart, Storm Troopers shooting at you from across the way. It wasn’t until you saw Tech running across the rail line that you felt panic build up.

“No.” You whispered to yourself, Omega looking up at you in confusion. “No, he’s alive. I got him back.”

“Um, Hunter, something’s wrong with Y/N.” You heard Omega say but you didn’t pay attention to Hunter calling your name, instead keeping your eyes locked on Tech like your gaze alone could change everything.

“We’ve got three ships inbound.” Hunter said, dragging his gaze from you and back onto the fight.

You shook your head, how many times had you been forced to relive this day? How many times had you been forced to lose Tech? You thought you had him back, you had him back. Was that just a dream, a way to cope with him being gone?

Power came rushing back to the cart, snapping you back to reality and your eyes filled with tears as you watched Tech running back towards the cart, trying to outrun the blaster shots aimed at him.

You could only watch through blurry tear filled eyes as Tech fell from the rail line onto a falling cart, watching as he just about managed to secure himself with his grappling line but there was nowhere for him to go, the cart was falling faster than he could climb.

“Wrecker, get him on board.” Hunter commanded, though the command was filled with underlying worry.

You let out a choked sob, knowing that command wouldn’t be carried out. 

“You must sever the connecting hinge. Now!” Tech instructed and you shook your head madly.

“Tech.” You managed to choke out. “Please.”

“Y/N,” You heard Tech sigh and your name falling from his lips had more sobs escaping you. “I’m sorry, my love.” 

You watched as he pulled his blaster out and knew what was to come.

“Plan 99.” He said and you screamed as he fired his blaster, only able to watch as he fell, seconds away from blinding following after him only to have Hunter snatch you away from the edge, holding you tightly against his chest as you thrashed madly against him, unsure of what you could do if you managed to get out of his hold but the only thought in your mind was that you wanted Tech.

He couldn’t be dead.

You shot up with a gasp, silent tears falling down your face and sweat clinging to your body as you looked around, assuring yourself you were in the Marauder. Your heart hammered in your chest when you realised you were alone.

Had Tech ever been back?

You forced your body out of bed, of course he was back, he had to be.

Your feet silently carried you through the Marauder, only stopping when you got to the cockpit and you felt a sob escape you when you saw Tech in the pilot’s seat, looking out of the window as you flew through hyperspace.

The noise had Tech turning to face you with a worried look.

“What happened, my love?” The pet name had your mind flashing back to the last thing he said to you but you shook your head, wiping the tears away as best you could.

“I had a nightmare about you,” You told him, watching as his face softened and he made room for you on the chair. “And I just wanted to make sure you were okay.”

“I’m okay, dear.” He assured you as you sat in the chair, his arm wrapping around you as he held you close, guiding your head to his chest so you could feel his heart beat loud and clear. “I’m alive.”

The words were a reassurance to the both of you as you sat there holding each other in silence whilst you passed through hyperspace, Tech was here. 

He was alive and he was going nowhere. 

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tech just blabbering out I love you right in the middle of it??!? mhm. very delicious. very yummy. ate it right up

Hello! I was wondering if I could 36 NSFW with Tech x fem!reader? Maybe where he said that nobody really gave him a challenge at the game, and readers ego is too high to back down from that offer even though she loses horribly. Established relationship perhaps? Also, I love your writing it’s amazing! You deserve all the love and followers

Hiii I'm so happy you requested this!!! I've been addicted to playing Kessel Sabacc in SW Outlaws for the past few weeks, and I was just waiting for the opportunity to work my knowledge into a fic. Literally wrote this as soon as I saw it in my inbox.

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Strategy

Pairing: Tech x fem!Reader

Words: 5,069

Tags/Warnings: 18+ only! fluff, smut, established relationship, oral (f receiving), fingering, unprotected sex, light dom Tech, rough (but affectionate) sex

Prompt: 36. “I don’t know why you’re complaining, you’re the one that wanted to play strip Sabacc.”

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"Pure sabacc," you announce, throwing down your cards and leaning back in your chair. A relieved grin spreads across your face at Tech's expression. His mouth is a thin line and his eyes are squinted, but there's an exasperated glint in them.

"Yes, I know," he grumbles, dropping his own cards on the table. Tech isn't a sore loser, but he is a competitive one. And the fact that this is the second hand you've won in a row is definitely irking him.

You snatch up his discarded cards and start to shuffle. "What was that about me never winning a round?"

"It is an anomaly," Tech states emotionlessly.

"And you've done the calculations to prove it, haven't you?"

He doesn't answer.

"Well, maybe I'm just lucky tonight." You cross your arms, reveling in his annoyance. "You know, I was beginning to think you were cheating with all the times you've been winning."

Tech rolls his eyes, but you can tell he's fighting off a smirk.

"I wouldn't cheat. Besides, I don't need to. My superior memory allows me to calculate the chances of each outcome with ease, making me naturally skilled at the game. Whereas you," he continues, leaning across the table and resting his elbows on it, "must rely on luck, because your memory is abysmal. It's no surprise you've been losing so often."

"Hey!" you protest, tossing a card at him. It flutters through the air, but he catches it before it hits his goggles.

Tech leans forward, the card trapped between his index and middle finger. "I am merely pointing out the facts, darling."

You snatch the card from him and return it to the deck, refusing to meet his smug gaze. He's trying to distract you, and he knows it's working.

"You can't always rely on the facts," you say, dealing the cards out once again.

"I don't. I also use strategy. Which you should try, seeing as it would certainly help you win."

"Strategy?"

"Yes, like—"

"Like how you're trying to distract me by insulting my memory?"

Tech huffs a breathy laugh and tilts his chin down. "Is it working?"

"Absolutely not." You glance down at your cards, trying your best not to smirk at your hand. Another sylop. The deck is stacked in your favor this round, and you have a perfect chance of beating Tech.

"What do you say we make this more interesting?" you propose, watching Tech's head tilt in curiosity.

He places a chip down and draws a card before his eyes dart back to yours. "I'm listening."

"Strip sabacc."

Tech's eyebrows shoot up to his hairline, and he almost drops the cards he's holding. "I'm sorry, what?"

"You heard me," you tease, setting your cards down. "Whoever loses a round has to remove an item of clothing. If you lose all your clothes before I do, I win. If I lose mine first, you win. Deal?"

He takes a moment to contemplate the suggestion, a faint blush coloring his cheeks, and his eyes narrow, calculating the possibilities. When his lips curve into a smirk, you know he's made up his mind.

"Deal," he agrees, nodding once and adjusting his goggles. He lays down his cards face up—pair of ones. You frown at your own hand and drop them onto the table.

"Oh, come on! Again?"

Tech chuckles, leaning back in his seat. "I believe you're the one who suggested this game. Now, please, take off an item of clothing."

The cockiness in his tone sends a shiver down your spine, and you fight the urge to roll your eyes. Tech may be a terrible flirt, but his confidence in himself is incredibly sexy.

You slip your boots off and kick them under the table, then lean back in your chair and cross your arms. Tech's eyes are locked on you, a devious smile playing at his lips.

"Now who's distracted?" you taunt, winking at him.

"Hardly," he answers. But you can see the flush on his face and the way his chest is rising and falling just a little bit faster than usual. He's excited, and he's trying to hide it.

“You know, you’re wearing a lot more clothes than I am," you argue, leaning forward on the table and batting your eyelashes innocently. “You should take off an item, too, for fairness' sake."

"Fine." He pulls his boots off and drops them onto the floor. "Happy now?"

"Very."

Tech picks up the deck and shuffles the cards, the corners of his lips turning up.

"This was your plan, wasn't it?" he asks.

"My plan was to finally win a game of sabacc against you. And maybe see you with less clothes on, but that's an added bonus."

Tech chuckles and slides the cards toward you, his eyes burning into yours. "You are very devious. Now, deal the cards, darling."

You quickly learn that the stakes have made the game a lot more fun. Your heart races as the tension between the two of you rises, each of you sneaking glances at the other while pretending not to. And it doesn't take long for Tech to get the upper hand, much to your dismay.

"I told you," he teases, smirking at you over his cards, "my superior memory allows me to calculate the probability—"

"Yeah, yeah, you don't need to brag," you interrupt, rolling your eyes. You draw another card, cursing when it doesn't help you in the slightest.

“I don’t know why you’re complaining, you’re the one that wanted to play strip Sabacc," he says. You look up at Tech to see he's staring at his own cards, but the slight smile playing on his lips tells you he's aware of your annoyance.

You can't argue with that. You're the one that proposed the idea, and you're the one that can’t seem to stop losing, so now you're the one sitting on the ship with no shoes, socks, or a shirt, leaving only your pants and undergarments. Meanwhile, Tech has only removed his gloves and belt.

He places his cards face-up on the table, revealing another pure sabacc.

"Dammit," you sigh, throwing your own cards onto the table. "Again."

"Strip," Tech commands, and there's a huskiness to his voice that wasn't there before. His eyes are dark and intense as they follow your every move, and his mouth is curved in a devilish smile.

"Are you enjoying this?" you ask, unbuttoning your pants and standing from the chair.

"Immensely," he admits, his eyes not straying from you.

Heat spreads throughout your body at the intensity of his gaze. He watches with bated breath as you push the fabric down your legs, revealing the soft skin of your thighs, and he licks his lips subconsciously. The pants pool around your feet, and you kick them under the table before returning to your seat.

"Now who's the distracted one?"

"Not distracted," Tech replies, his eyes meeting yours. "Appreciating."

His words are heavy and sultry, and you can't stop the flush that colors your cheeks.

"You can appreciate me better if you lose another round," you tell him, shuffling the cards once again.

Tech's eyes narrow. "I think I'd prefer to watch you lose a few more."

The cockiness in his voice goes straight to your core, and a heat pools in your abdomen. Tech doesn't break eye contact, his stare intense and challenging, and a thrill shoots through you at the thought of what he could be thinking.

"I guess we'll see," you tell him, smirking.

You deal the cards, and Tech immediately throws a chip down, drawing his next card. A satisfied smile curves his lips. He's not even trying to hide his glee at your frustration, and it's infuriating.

You throw a chip onto your pile, drawing a card and praying that the Force will be on your side this round. You peek at the numbers and symbols on the card, and the disappointment is instant. It's the worst possible combination—a six and one. And you're out of chips.

When Tech sets his cards down, he does so slowly, drawing out the moment and relishing in your scowl.

You sigh, dropping your useless cards, and Tech's eyes brighten at the sight.

"Well, would you look at that?" he says, his voice filled with fake innocence. "I believe that's five in a row for me."

"No shit, really?" you mutter, rolling your eyes. "I had no idea."

He leans forward and rests his elbows on the table, his hands folded together and his chin resting on top. "Strip."

It's the way he says it, like a command. His voice is low and gravelly, and you feel yourself getting wetter at the tone. He's so sure of himself, so cocky, and it's driving you wild.

"Do I have to?" you ask, batting your eyelashes at him.

Tech's eyes narrow in on you. "Yes."

You stand and unclasp your bra, letting the straps fall down your shoulders and slipping it off your arms. The cold air makes your nipples harden instantly, and his eyes widen when he sees them. He stares for a moment, taking in the view, and then his tongue darts out and licks his lips.

"I must admit, I'm finding this game more enjoyable than I originally thought," he says, his voice thick.

"Only because you're winning."

He hums in agreement and deals the next hand, a sly smirk playing on his lips. Throughout the round, Tech's eyes keep flicking back and forth between the cards and your chest, and you have to bite back a smile. He's trying so hard to concentrate, and his obvious struggle is adorable.

Tech's confidence fades as the round progresses, and by the time he sets his cards down, he isn't wearing his usual cocky smile. His mouth is pressed into a thin line and his eyebrows are knitted together when he shows you his hand.

"What's wrong, Tech?" you tease, leaning back in your seat. "Disappointed that you lost?"

"Of course not," he scoffs. "I've already calculated the possibilities and I know how this will end. I have no doubt that I will win."

"Then why are you pouting?"

"I am not pouting."

"Uh-huh. Well, whatever the reason, it's time for you to remove some clothes."

Tech sighs and slips off his goggles. His warm eyes meet yours, and you notice that they're slightly glazed over.

"There," he grumbles, pushing the goggles across the table toward you. "Happy?"

"Ecstatic," you reply, a wide smile on your face.

Your eyes rake over him, taking in his appearance. It’s rare that you get to see him this way, and you savor the moment. Tech has always been handsome, but the way he looks right now, with his hair mussed and a blush coloring his cheeks, is absolutely enticing.

You pick up the deck and shuffle it, and the sound of the cards sliding together is the only noise in the room. Tech's eyes are fixed on your bare chest, and his throat bobs when he swallows.

"Like what you see?" you ask, raising a brow.

"Always."

Your cheeks flush, and you deal the cards. The anticipation is killing you, and the smugness that Tech was showing before is long gone. He seems eager to get the game over with, and the impatience in his demeanor is refreshing.

His eyes flick back and forth between the cards and the pile, and his face gives nothing away. You're desperate to know what his hand is, and it's taking every ounce of willpower not to peek.

He reaches across the table and throws a chip down, his brow furrowing. It's such a subtle change in his expression, and most people would miss it. But you know Tech well enough to understand his emotions, and right now he's frustrated.

Your heartbeat quickens as you draw a card. Another three to match the one already in your hand. Not great, but it's enough to win if Tech doesn't have a better sabacc.

"What are you thinking about?" you ask him, watching as his eyes move from his cards to yours and back again.

"Strategy," he mutters.

"What kind of strategy?"

"The type of strategy that will guarantee my victory,” he says. His eyes are determined and his jaw is clenched. He glances up from his cards to meet your gaze, and the fire in his eyes sends a shiver down your spine.

"Show me your cards," he demands.

You do as he asks, laying the two twos face-up on the table. The look he gives you is nothing short of prideful, and your heart drops.

"You've got to be kidding me," you groan.

Tech reveals his own cards—a sylop and a one. You let out an exasperated huff, and he chuckles.

"Well," he starts, placing his cards on the table and leaning back in his chair. His gaze travels over your body, and his smirk widens. "Go on."

Your cheeks heat up under his scrutinizing stare, and a part of you wants to rebel and refuse to comply. But Tech looks so damn good right now, his eyes filled with mischief, and the excitement coursing through you is too much.

"You're having too much fun," you say, your voice low.

"I'd have more fun if you'd hurry up and finish this little game of ours," Tech retorts.

 You're about to give him a smart retort, but then you notice the way he shifts in his seat. It's subtle, and you doubt he even realizes it, but it's there. The tightening of his thighs, the slight twitch of his hands. He's just as turned on as you are.

And you decide to play into it.

"I'm in no rush." You stand, slowly, and let your hands travel down the expanse of your chest, cupping your breasts and running your thumbs over your nipples.

Tech's breath catches, and his eyes are dark as they watch your every move. You can see his fingers twitching, aching to touch you, but he's refraining. You run a hand down your stomach, over the hem of your panties, and he licks his lips again.

Then, without warning, you turn away from him, exposing your backside. Tech makes a sound of protest, but his objection quickly dies down when he sees you hook your thumbs into the waistband and slide your underwear down. You bend forward to push them down your legs, and you can hear the sharp intake of breath from Tech.

The moment you turn around, a mischievous glint in your eye, you're met with a new expression on Tech's face.

He looks hungry.

His pupils are blown wide and his lips are parted, and you can tell it's taking all his strength not to jump across the table and take you right then and there.

"Well?" you tease, raising an eyebrow at him. "What are you waiting for?"

He doesn't waste a second. With one swift motion, he tosses the cards aside, his eyes never leaving yours, and stands. Then, he's on the other side of the table and grabbing your waist, pulling you towards him until your chest is pressed against his.

"I win," he announces, his hands roaming over your body.

"Then take your prize."

He pulls you into a searing kiss, his lips pressing insistently against yours. His hands travel the expanse of your skin, squeezing and caressing. One settles at the base of your neck while the other moves lower, down the curve of your back and to your ass. He grabs it, hard, and pulls your hips towards his, pressing his already-hard erection into you. You moan into his mouth, and he swallows it up, his tongue delving deeper and dancing with yours.

You wrap your arms around his neck, bringing him closer and pressing your bare chest against him. You can feel the heat radiating off his body, and his arousal is evident as he rocks his hips into yours, his hand squeezing and kneading your flesh.

When the two of you break away for air, his mouth moves lower, peppering kisses along your jaw and neck, sucking the sensitive skin at your pulse point. You tilt your head back, allowing him more access, and he takes full advantage. His tongue laves over the area, teeth nipping at the skin, and a breathy moan escapes your lips.

Tech's lips travel lower, across your collarbone and down your chest, stopping at the valley between your breasts. His breath fans over your skin, and his tongue darts out, licking a stripe along the underside of one breast. His fingers move up, brushing over the bud of your nipple, and you let out a whimper at the sensation.

He looks up at you, a satisfied smile playing at his lips, before bending and taking the other nipple into his mouth. His tongue swirls around it, his lips sucking the sensitive flesh, and his hand pinches the other one. The feeling sends shockwaves of pleasure through your body, and your hands find their way into his hair, tangling themselves in the strands.

You gasp as his teeth gently graze over the hardened peak, and your knees nearly buckle beneath you. His other hand comes up and holds your hip, steadying you, and his mouth moves to the other side.

"Tech..." you breathe, your head falling back and your eyes fluttering shut. He's barely touched you, and already, you're a panting mess.

Tech's lips travel further down, past your navel and to your thighs. He drops to his knees in front of you, his hands trailing along the curves of your hips, and his lips press kisses into your skin.

"I've been wanting to taste you all day," he says, his voice a low rumble.

"You should've told me earlier," you breathe, looking down at him through hooded eyes. "We could've skipped the sabacc." 

"This was far more entertaining." He presses a kiss to your mound, and you shudder. His eyes are dark with lust, and the sight of him on his knees before you makes your core clench with anticipation.

Tech kisses your thigh, his tongue darting out to taste the skin. Your hands tighten in his hair, tugging and guiding him to where you need him most. He chuckles, and the warm breath fans over your sensitive flesh. 

His fingers dance across your skin, teasing the crease of your thighs, before one presses against your heat. A moan escapes your lips, and he presses harder, dragging his finger through your folds.

"You're already so wet," he murmurs, his eyes watching the way his finger moves. "Were you thinking about this while we were playing? About what would happen if you lost?"

"Yes," you answer truthfully, and the admission has him groaning.

He rubs circles into your clit, his touch sending sparks of pleasure throughout your body. Your legs begin to shake, and you place a hand on his shoulder to steady yourself. He glances up at you, the corner of his mouth turning up in a devilish smirk, and he presses a finger against your entrance. You whimper at the contact, and Tech lets out a quiet moan, the sight of you falling apart before him clearly affecting him.

"Tech, please," you beg, rocking your hips into his hand.

"Patience, darling," he coos.

He pushes the digit into you, slowly, letting you adjust to the stretch, and then curls it upwards. You gasp, your hand gripping his shoulder tighter, and he begins to pump his finger in and out of you. His arm nudges your thigh, spreading your legs wider, and he leans in and presses his mouth to your clit. He licks a broad stripe up the sensitive bundle of nerves, his tongue swirling around it, and you cry out in pleasure.

His free hand grips your thigh, holding you steady, while the other continues its slow movements, pushing in and out of you. You feel the tension coiling inside of you, and you know it won't take long for him to push you over the edge. His tongue is skilled and insistent, and he knows you better than anyone.

Tech's eyes are locked on yours, watching every reaction, and you can see the pure delight written on his face. He loves knowing he's the one doing this to you, making you fall apart.

"Tech... I'm..." You can't finish the sentence. The tension is building inside you, threatening to snap at any moment, and your breathing is labored. Tech adds a second finger, pumping faster and curling them against the spongy spot within you. You whimper, your grip on his shoulder tightening, and he knows you're close.

"Come for me," he says, his words vibrating against your sensitive flesh. His palm slaps against your clit, his fingers curling deeper, and the coil inside you snaps.

"Fuck!" you gasp, your legs shaking as the orgasm crashes through you. Tech's arm wraps around your thigh, keeping you upright as your knees buckle. He continues pumping his fingers, drawing out the pleasure, his tongue flicking and swirling around your clit.

When the sensations become too much, you place a hand on his forehead and push him away, your body going slack. Tech pulls his fingers from you and places a gentle kiss on your inner thigh before standing, his eyes searching yours.

"Are you alright?" he asks, his voice husky.

"Mhmm," you hum, a blissful smile tugging at your lips.

Tech's hand moves to the back of your head, pulling you into a bruising kiss. He takes a step forward, guiding you backwards, and the backs of your legs hit the bunk.

"Tech, please," you beg, breaking the kiss and staring into his eyes. They're black with desire, and he's already reaching down, fumbling with the zipper of his pants.

He pushes them down his legs, kicking them away, and his cock springs free, already leaking. Your hand reaches for him, stroking him from base to tip, and he groans, his hips bucking into your touch.

You continue the slow movements, dragging your hand along his length and rubbing your thumb over the tip. Tech's breathing is heavy, and his head falls to your shoulder, his face buried in the crook of your neck.

"Stop," he mutters, grabbing your wrist and halting the movement. "I want to last more than five seconds."

You chuckle and press a kiss to his jaw. "Well, let's go, then."

His eyes meet yours, and he nods. Then, in a swift motion, he spins you around and pushes you forward, bending you over the side of the bed.

He presses his body against yours, his cock grinding against your ass, and a soft moan escapes your lips. He's close, his breathing hot and heavy against your neck, and his hands are gripping your hips, pulling you towards him.

You feel the tip of his cock press against your entrance, and a shiver runs down your spine. You lean forward, resting your arms on the mattress and tilting your ass higher, and Tech lets out a deep moan at the sight.

"You're so beautiful," he whispers as one hand slides along the curve of your back.

“Hurry up," you urge, wiggling your hips against him.

His hand moves down your hip, across your ass, taking a moment to squeeze the flesh, and lower to the back of your thigh. His fingers dance along the skin, sending shivers down your spine, before coming to a stop at the back of your knee. He lifts it, propping it on the edge of the bunk, spreading your legs wider, and then his cock is lining up with your entrance.

He pushes in, slowly, letting you adjust to the stretch. You whimper as he fills you, and his hand comes up, rubbing soothing circles into your lower back.

Tech pauses when he's fully sheathed inside you, his hips flush with yours, and his hand comes around to rest on your lower stomach. The light pressure on the spot is just enough to have you squirming, and you push back into him, silently begging for more.

"Please, Tech," you whimper, and he huffs a laugh.

"Begging already?" he teases, his breath fanning over the shell of your ear. "I haven't even started yet."

He pulls out of you, and the drag of his cock has you whining, already missing the sensation. He pushes back in, slow and deep, and you let out a shaky breath.

"Fuck, Tech," you pant, and he groans, his nose brushing against the nape of your neck.

His pace is slow and methodical, and you can't help but admire the restraint he's showing. Usually, he's a mess by this point, but now, his fingers are digging into your hips, holding you steady, and his breathing is slow and controlled.

You turn your head, pressing your cheek against the sheets, and glance up at him. His eyes are shut tight, and his brow is furrowed in concentration. You're not sure what's gotten into him, but he seems determined not to lose control.

"Harder, Tech," you urge, pushing your hips back to meet his. He grunts and snaps his hips, the slap of skin on skin filling the room. You let out a moan, and Tech's pace quickens, his thrusts growing more forceful.

Your fingers dig into the sheets, trying to find purchase as he pounds into you. It's intoxicating, the feeling of his cock filling you, stretching you. And the sounds coming from his lips—the soft grunts and moans—are driving you wild. He's always quiet during sex, but the sounds he's making now are anything but.

Tech's grip on your hip tightens, and his hand on your stomach presses harder, holding you in place as his hips move faster. His thrusts are sharp and deep, and he hits that sweet spot inside you, sending tingling waves of pleasure through your body.

"Yes," you cry out, and you push back against him, meeting each thrust. "More, Tech."

"I don't want to hurt you," he says, his voice strained.

"You won't."

He lets out a strangled moan and slams his hips into yours, the movement nearly knocking the breath from your lungs. He continues his relentless pace, his fingers digging into the flesh of your hip, and your head falls forward, resting against the sheets.

Your legs are shaking, and the tension inside you is threatening to snap at any moment. You can feel the fire burning in your abdomen, the pressure coiling tighter and tighter, and the way Tech is panting against your neck isn't helping.

"That's it," he growls, his voice low and husky. "You're close, aren't you?"

"Yes," you breathe.

"I can feel you tightening around me." He groans, his pace never faltering. "You're going to come for me."

It's a demand, not a question. And you have no intention of disobeying him.

Tech's hand slides from your hip to your ass, squeezing the plump flesh. The possessiveness of the gesture has you keening, and you arch your back, presenting yourself to him. He growls at the sight, his hips slamming into yours.

"Stars, you're so fucking beautiful," he pants, his hand moving to your thigh and hiking your leg higher. The new angle allows him to slide deeper inside you, and you can feel the pressure building within you, the tears beginning to prick at your eyes.

"Tech, please," you beg, pushing your hips back to meet his.

"What do you need, darling?" he asks, his voice strained. "Tell me."

"Make me come, please," you whine, and his hips jerk forward.

His hand is quick, sliding between your legs and finding your clit. He presses two fingers against the swollen bud, rubbing slow circles, and the tension snaps. Your body goes rigid, and your vision blurs as the orgasm rips through you. You cry out, Tech's name falling from your lips, and your knees buckle, the only thing keeping you upright is his firm grip on your hips.

You bury your face in the sheets, muffling the sound of your moans, and Tech keeps pumping into you, his thrusts rocking you forward and sending your orgasm even higher.

He fucks you through the high, his pace never faltering, each thrust punching another gasp from you. Your hands grip the sheets, knuckles white and jaw clenched, and the pleasure is so intense that tears begin to roll down your cheeks. His cock twitches inside you, and you clench around him, desperate to push him over the edge.

"Fuck," he hisses, his thrusts becoming sloppy. He's babbling now, his voice hoarse and broken, and you can tell he's close. "You're perfect, darling. You're— fuck, I love you, I love you, I love—"

His words are cut off by a deep groan, and his hips stutter. He slams into you one final time before he spills into you, hot and thick, and the feeling is enough to make you see stars. His hands are gripping your waist, bruising the flesh, and he pulls you into his lap as he turns and collapses onto the bed.

You both sit there, panting, his chest pressed against your back. His forehead is resting against your shoulder, his breath hot and ragged against your skin. The two of you are covered in a sheen of sweat, and his hands are roaming your body, tracing gentle patterns across your skin.

"That was..." Tech trails off, unable to form the words.

"Yeah," you agree, leaning back against him. You take in a shaky breath and sigh. "I love you too, by the way."

"I know." He nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck, his lips pressing a gentle kiss against the sensitive skin. "I can't believe you suggested strip sabacc."

"And I can't believe you agreed."

"Well, I wasn't about to pass up an opportunity to see you naked," he chuckles, his fingers tracing lazy circles across your abdomen.

You laugh, and the sound is bright and clear. You shift in his lap, turning around and straddling his hips. His eyes are soft as he stares up at you, a faint smile tugging at his lips.

"Maybe we should play it more often then," you joke, leaning down and capturing his lips in a tender kiss.

"We will, if this is how you plan to reward me every time I win."

"Deal."

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The Bad Batch and Comforting You (TBB x GN!Reader)

Summary: We all have bad days, and the Batch are there with plenty of comfort.

Warnings: None.

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Hunter

When Hunter notices your distress, his initial reaction is concern, but once his senses kick in, he understands all you need is his presence. Rather than making declarations to harm anything or anyone that has upset you, he offers solace by holding you, lending an ear, and providing reassurance. Although it’s challenging to resist taking immediate action when something goes wrong, he becomes accustomed to responding to what you need. 

One afternoon, after going to the market with Omega, he came home and immediately noticed your low mood. He inquired about your well-being, but regardless of how much you tried to hide it, he could sense that you were not okay. He gave you time, engaging in conversations that always uplifted your mood until you felt comfortable discussing what had bothered you. With a lump in your throat, you recounted the events, determined to tell him before your tears and sobs took hold. He listened attentively, respecting your personal space, and embraced you tightly once you were done. In a tender gesture, he lightly caressed your back, offering comforting words and arranging a restful evening of watching your favourite holo-movies and indulging in snacks. 

Echo

Echo is an incredible listener who is always available to hear you out and offer support. When something bothers you or you need to vent, he listens, providing occasional nods to let you know he’s present and attentive, taking in every word you say. He feels helpless when he can’t provide practical assistance, but he’s always willing to offer cuddles and TLC whenever you need them. 

Throughout the day, you made an effort to hide your upset, but Echo could see that something had got to you. With sincere concern, he asked if everything was okay and was ready to respect your privacy if you didn’t want to discuss your difficulties. However, the moment you started to share, he was there, fully engaged and ready to help. He found a secluded spot for you to sit down and patiently waited for you to finish speaking. With your hand in his, he reminded you of your strength, promising you that whatever challenges lay ahead, you would overcome them together. 

Wrecker

Despite being sweet-natured, Wrecker is more than willing to eliminate anything or anyone that has upset you. He doesn’t freak out right away if you’re upset, but he definitely wants to know all the details to make sure you’re not hurt. After ensuring there is no immediate danger, he will attempt to distract you with your favourite activities. 

When you first started dating, both of you made a mutual agreement to communicate if either of you were feeling low. On one particular day, everything that could have gone wrong happened, and when Wrecker finally returned home, you were a mess. After making sure there was no direct threat, he focused on making you feel at ease. He got you something to eat, prepared your favourite warm drink, and wrapped you in a snug blanket, all the while reminding you of fond memories that make you smile. You spent the night snuggled against his chest, feeling secure in his embrace until both of you drift off to sleep intertwined.

Crosshair

The moment Crosshair sees you’re upset, he’s ready to jump into action. Despite his calm demeanour, he has already devised numerous solutions to the problem before you even finish telling your story. He finds solace in meticulously preparing for potential concerns, even though he knows unexpected situations can still arise. One strategy he uses to calm his mind is to embrace you, serving as a reminder that you are safe and showing his commitment to be there for you.

Throughout the entire day, you appeared to be behaving normally, but Crosshair could sense that something had bothered you. Your smile seemed less genuine, your responses were briefer than usual, and you were intentionally avoiding him. He knew it wasn’t his fault; early on in the relationship, you both discussed and agreed not to let any issues linger between you. While you didn’t show any signs of pain, he wanted you to know that he was available for comfort if you ever needed it. After dinner, you shared with him what had annoyed you. He caught on to the fact that you were just looking to vent and stayed quiet while you ranted. With care, he guided you to the couch, holding you tightly against him, and offering occasional reassuring comments as he rubbed your arm and kissed your forehead. 

Tech

Tech relies on his logical side to offer you consolation. He avoids repeating information you already know, recognising that it can be frustrating, especially when you’re upset. Nevertheless, if he thinks it will provide you with reassurance, he may delve more deeply into the topic. Before making any physical contact, he will inquire if you would like to be cuddled first. 

As you approached him with a problem, he could sense your hesitation and patiently waited for you to gather your thoughts and express what had happened. When he asked if it was something immediately threatening, you assured him it wasn’t, and he let you proceed. You found your words, and he remained focused, asking additional questions to gain a clear understanding of the situation. Witnessing the distress caused by the incident, he made you a drink and pulled you close as you rested your head on his shoulder. While comforting you with a hug, he expressed his perspective on the situation to provide encouragement that everything would turn out all right. 

Hi! Noticed you were doing match ups for Star Wars so I just had to zip on over cause my obsession with the bad batch is running ramped 😅.

I’m about 5’6, female, shoulder length black hair and very dark brown eyes, lightly tanned skin. I wear glasses but I try to wear contacts more often since I feel no glasses looks better. Very much on the muscular side due to being athletic all my life. I’m a figure skater that’s been skating since I was very young, but besides that I’m a very artistic person, constantly drawing- hell plan to be a concept artist in the entertainment industry. And since I’m an artist, my style is more retro and baggy clothes, comfortable but stylish.

A little bit about me, I’m the quiet and shy type when I first meet with people. But once I get to know the person I’ll be able to open up more, I’ll hang out with lots of friends, go to wacky stores for a good laugh. Definitely the type where I want people to feel comfortable about whatever, whether it be sexual orientation, or what goes on behind closed doors. So I def want people to feel like they can talk to me about there problems and such. But also- shit when there’s TEA- girl SPILL IT!

On the side note, I’m someone that can’t sit still for long periods of time. I’m always doing something- always moving around, but when I’m focused I can stay in one spot for quite a while. Which brings me to my love of learning, I’m constantly learning about things- so I really love languages (speak four btw) and culture, love to learn about animals, historical facts and loads of another things. Going back to languages and culture, I badly want to travel the world, go to places like Madagascar and New Zealand- want to bathe with elephants, hike in the jungle just to get a chance to see wild gorillas, see the northern lights, there’s just so much I want to see and do. Sometimes I’ll bake in my free time, play video games with my sibling, binge watch shows and movies.

Well that’s me ^_^

I match you with....

Tech

-Tech finds it quite easy to relax around you, your someone he feels he can openly talk about anyrhign with from his work, knowledge and interest. That's how he takes to you.

-he loves teaching you things from small little maintenance on the ship to how to reset bones and first aid.

- Man's 6'4 king he towers over you and loves it. Tall nerd and his short athlete, he love you with and without glasses. He finds you beautiful in so many ways.

- He wonders how he got so lucky as to end up with someone such as you. How one of a million literally.

- Tech loves having you sit on his lap/agaisnt him while he works. You have fallen asleep agaisnt him on many occasions and it's one of the most peaceful moments he has.

-Tech draws but his is more blueprints and sketches of equipment and concepts on new things he wishes to build. He doesn't snoop to much in your art but he has caught glimpses of drawings.

-when you and the batch arrive on different planets he shares as much knowledge he has on it with you.

-of a night he loves having you wrapped in his arms asleep. He will run is fingers thought your hair as he reads late into the night.

-not as socially awkward as you would think, he just misses some social cues. He liked you from the start but didn't wish to say anything. You had to make the first move.

-watching you skate is so hipnotising to him. The first time he watched you was when he was originally working on more projects and he caught the sound of your skates on the ice.

- This man can carry echo so there is no doubt that he can piclnyou up and carry you when you fall asleep.

-soft nights with even softer whispers between you both.

- man has no right looking as sexy and handsome as he does first waking up glasses/goggles on the bench and his normal slicked back hair curly and falling over his eyes.

"Tech baby, it's very late let's go to bed" you yawn lightly resting your chin on his shoulder looking to the work bench he has scattered with tools and equipment.

"In a little Cyar'ika, let me finish this upgrade them I'm all yours" he says back to lightly. Goggles rested on his forehead as he shoots them a quick glance.

"Mmm, can I stay until you finish" you ask lightly. He nods moving back a little giving you space to move around the chair and climb onto his lap.

You curl up against his chest enjoying the comfort of him being in his blacks.

"I promise not to long Ner kar'taylir darasuum" the words roll of his lips almost like he had practiced them a thousand times.

Tech presses a soft kiss to.your forehead before focusing back on his project. Your eyes grow heavy as you press your cheek further into his chest.

"Sleep well Cyar'ika"

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Cyar'ika- Sweetheart

Ner kar'taylir darasuum - My love

Hello there. Could I possibly get a matchup with the Bad Batch? If ur still doing it that is...

I’m 5’8 with short brown curly hair. I’m kinda skinny (only because i have an eating issue) with a slim structure. My eyes are a weird colour, mixed with green, blue with a orange/brown ring around the iris (no it’s not hazel). I enjoy art, listening to music, writing, crafts, and just about anything that I can create. I enjoys cities, especially at night but I do enjoy nature during the day. My favourite season is winter and autumn. I’m not very confident and i tend to stutter and get lost for words, can’t always say what’s on my mind because most of the time I’m not even sure what’s going on up there. Im more of a listener than a talker although when I get really interested in something I’ll talk for hours. I’d say I’m a curious soul with an understanding heart. Im a mix between an extrovert and a introvert. Who is sleep? Never met them. I love coffee and tea, mostly tea (earl grey). Bit of a sweet tooth. Tend to do little dances when I’m happy. I like to chew if things, especially when anxious or stressed. I’m pretty chill with anything and everything. Not a fan of loud noises or yelling as it sometimes scares me. And I’m a hoarder/collector, I hoard almost anything and everything. Lol sorry if this is a bit much, ty. Hope u have a nice day/night :)

I bad batch match you with...Tech

-Tech isn't very social so it's almost a miracle when Hunter somehow gets you two to work together. At the start your both very quite not talking much to each other other then asking for each other to pass different items to each other.

-tech towers over everyone is 6'4 he maybe a bit of a nerd but he's a strong tall nerd.

- alot of things fascinate him, your eyes being one of them. He loves the colours to them, you have on many occasions caught him 'studying' you.

- he really enjoys having you help him and doesn't feel pressured into having to talk but once you both open up there is no way to get you to stop.

-late nights up reading, working and chatting over anything that comes to your minds

-Tech understands that sometimes it's hard to talk, he's been shot down may of times when talking about things he enjoys or knows. So he in very patient with you. He tries not to info dumb on you to much.

- He will routinely make you tea/Caf when he makes his of a morning

-the first time he sees you do a lit trle happy dance he knows he's in love with you. It wasn't over anything important but a little tho g that he had made for you or helped you with. He's a love struck man. He's the defection of leaning on his hand staring love struck at you.

- he doesn't have the courage to tell you so Crosshair is the one who 'bullies' him into telling you with the. "If you don't tell them then they are free game"

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Tech's eyes never leave their form as he watches them do a happy little dance down the main hall of the Havoc Marauder.

Tech rest his chin on his gloved hand and smiles his eyes following them as they chat with hunter. He can see them use their hands as they talk excitement written all across their face.

A shadow cast over his face and his eyes flick to Crosshair who Takes a seat on the other side of him. Tech raises an eyebrow to the sniper.

"You know that the boys and I have a bet running over when you are going to ask them out" he says, he rolls the tooth pick across his teeth and keeps his eyes on watching down the hall.

Techs eyes widen as he shifts his body to be facing his brother. " If you don't do it tech one of us boys will, they are nice and like you. It's the reason I haven't made a move on them, but if you don't pull it togethe. I will" Cross says his eyes landing on tech this time.

Tech looks to the table and anywhere so that he doesn't meet Crosshairs gaze. Tech stands up and makes his way over to where 'they' stand near Hunter.

Tech clears his Throat, Hunter smiles and gives a quick nod before walking back to the cockpit. Tech grabs their hand gentle making them look to him. "Can I have a word in private with you?" He ask looking to Crosshair as a way to tell him to leave.

Crosshair gets up and walks to the cockpit where the rest of his brothers are. He turns to look back down to them.

He can feel his nerves on fire, he shouldn't be this worried all the data and information he had collected had proven that he had a 94% chance of them saying eyes when he asked but is always that 6% that scares him.

"Tech?" His eyes shoot back to him as they smile up to him. " Tech are you alright?" They ask lightly. He nods before letting out a sigh. He closes his eyes.

When he opens his eyes again he takes a breath trying to get the courage to ask finally.

"May I kiss you?"

"Of course you can!" They laughed, their arms reach up and grab the front of his blacks to pull him down to them. His lips press agaisnt theirs awkwardly but he doesn't let go. His arms moving to wrap around them. He pulls them closer breaking the kiss to smile at them.

"Took your time tech" hunter calls out from the hall.

Wrecker looks almost broken as Crosshair nudges him "you owe me 3 credits now Wrecker" the sniper says.

"Leave them alone the lot of you" echo away a from further in the ship.

Hey uhhh, I saw my sister do the bad batch match up thing and I was hoping you could match me up too? I’m super bad at this stuff so imma just go off,

I’m 5,4 and usually seen as a naturally angry kinda person (kind of like some goblin with anger issues) My eye colour is green and my left eye has a red coloured stripe in it bc I’m built different apparently. I have dark brown hair cut short, and I aspire to become a tattoo artist so I tend to sketch a lot. I have a resting bitch face but a good sense of humour. I like to make people laugh so I make a lot of dumb jokes because I love it when people let their guard down enough to see the fun side of them. I hate being bored and I usually have trust issues when it comes to men. I’m a sci fi nerd, I’m bad at math, my favourite insect is bees, I collect animal bones and I have a tattoo of a lemon on my ankle.

I’m not sure wether you are even going to do this but it would make my day if you do.

:)

I match you with......

Tech

- Tech is the calm to your storm. He's the voice of reason when everything goes to shit. And he loves you for it. He needs someone who will tell him if he's doing something wrong, not getting enough sleep and such.

-your eyes are what catch him the most, they are very mesmerising to him, he loves staring into them when he's laying beside you.

-the both of you share a resting bitch face, and joke between each other. Alot of his jokes are science based and he doesn't make them often but when he does they are good jokes.

- he loves looking over your drawings and is very tempted to ask you to draw him one to get. Tho he doesn't quite know if be is ready for one he would like one, one day.

- he does ask the meaning behind the tattoo you have becuase it to him is interesting.

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"Are you sure this is sanitary?" He ask over his shoulder only to have them push his head back a little.

"Tech calm down, I wouldn't be doing this if I didn't know what I was doing, these are alot Easier to use then tattoo guns" they reply getting the laser set. Tech still moves fidgets until their hand comes to lay across his back.

" Tech, babe calm down. It's just a laser it's going to put the pattern on your shoulder ok. I'm here the whole way. Or would you like me to go get hunter to hold your hand" they laugh. He shoots them a look and scoffs.

"Don't you dare" he growls but then the air cuts off as they move to sit on his lower back. He almost chokes when he feels their hands run up is back. "Thats it Tech, relax this shouldn't take long"

They line up the laser and the prossess begins. Tech let's out a light his, his body tensing up before the hand on his back soothes him again.

"Your doign great babe, let me tell you these laser tattoos are so much better then the tattoo guns we use back home. Some times the prossess can take hours. This should only take about tten minutes at most" they reply as the continue tracing the laser of Tech's skin.

"I kinda like you like this Tech. On your stomach, at my mercy" they chuckle when makes him huff out a laugh.

"Your being a pest Y/n" he says. His body going tense when ever the laser traces a particularly tender spot.

"Well, well, well, Tech's finally getting Himself some ink and action" a voice says, Crosshair makes his presence known as he leans against the wall watching them both.

"Kriff Off Crosshair" Tech says, Y/n laughs lightly at that. Said sniper leaves with a grumble. Tech and Y/n stay in the same spot for another few minutes finishing off the tattoo.

They pat his back and moves to get off the table so he can sit up. " Well your all done now Tech" I hope you like it. Tech pulls himself up from the position.

Tech stands up chest bare and Goggles left on the bench his hair ruffles and curly. Y/n smiles looking to him. "you look like a sight handsome"

He moves to stand infornt of them, he towers over them as his hand comes to rest under their chin and tilt their head up and gentle pulls them into a kiss.

"Ahh get a room you too!" Wrecker yells as he walks past.

Destroyers and pleasure

Tech x reader.

18+

Nsfw: smut, sensual touch, thigh riding, getting off. Cock blocking.

Based off this

Tech had split up with the group along with Y/n the two quickly make their way thought the wrecked Star Destroyers.

"Y/n stay close, we don't want a repeat of earlier with Wrecker" he states as the continue thought the corridors.

"Alright follow me, if we can get to the command deck and restored the the power sooner we can hopefully get the hardware data drive up and running and get any useful Intel from it" Tech quickly turns to them and hands them the small data chip.

They take it from his hand with a smile. "Alright let's get this done" they say trying to keep up with he tall clone. They made it to the command deck quickly where Tech makes a beeline for the control system panel.

"Please comm the others to let them know I've found what we need I will begin the prossess" Tech replys as he sets down His tools as he begins to pry open the underside of the system panel.

Y/n steps out of a quick moment to comm in to Hunter and let him know they have got there safely.

As they turn back in to the room. Their eyes are met we a sight they weren't expecting to see. Tech laying on his back looking up into the panel.

They quickly male their way up to him. " ah Y/n can you pass me that cutter, I can't seem to get these plates out of in here, and I can't lose track of this point" he says quickly as he continues to try and pray the plating away from the panel.

They quickly move over grabbing the laser cutter and moving to sit agaisnt his lap. He shoots them a quick glare.

They hold the tool too his chest which he takes from them and begins cutting away the metal. He passes pieces for Y/n to throw away.

"Alright I have visual on the wires, I have a manual on star destroyer wiring in the pouch on my left" He says as he begins scanning.

They lean down a little opening the pouch and pulling out the little manual. "Stars tech do you just have everything on hand all the time?" They ask with a raised eyebrow.

Tech tilts his head towards them before looking back up to the wiring. " You need to be prepared imcase you walk into a skarg pit and don't know how to deal with an alpha trying to make with you and every other poor sod out there" he says.

they nod lightly and lean back against his legs. "Alright you will want to cut the grey wire 'disabling the trigger alarms before continuing from there" they read in for him. He nods cutting the wire. They move closer resting more on his thighs now.

They grab the soilder rocking lightly against Techs thighs before they sit up again and hold it at the ready for tech.

"Alright you'll now want a soilder a the main power source to an outlet do both red and black. I'm sure you know your plus and negatives" They joke lightly earning a small laugh from Tech.

"Do you think is be called Tech I'd I didn't know plus and negatives?" He says as he takes the soilder and handing back the laser cutter. They move closer hands now rested on his chest plating. He stops for a second before continuing.

"Alright what next sweetheart?" He didn't uses the name often but when he does it makes their heart flutter. " You want to soilder the positive line from the battery to the 3rd red hole and the negative to the 1st black otherwise we won't have any systems." They reply now resting on Techs codpiece.

He lets out a light huff as he begins his work. Y/n bites their lip softly slowly beginning to rock agaisnt the armor peice. They take a shape breath before focusing again.

The hand which isn't holding the manual they slowly snake up under his chest rig. Running lightly across his stomach covered by his blacks.

Tech tenses lightly but ends up ignoring the gentle touch. " now you'll want to flush the systems so that when you turn on the power the ship doesn't explode" they say rocking against him a little harder. Tech bombs his head lightly swearing in Mando'a before beginning the system flush.

His jaw clenches as he holds back the moan he nearly let's lose. One of his hands shoot out from under the panel to grab a hold of their waist. They tense up again before he speaks up.

"I didn't say stop Cyare" he calls to them making their eyes go wide as his other hand comes out to grip their thigh. He pulls them gentle closer. Their hips slowly rocking agaisnt his cod piece and he continues to examine the wiring.

"Tech" They let his name slip from their lips in a soft moan. One hand moves back under the haul while the other runs gentle circles into their thigh.

He smiles to himself lightly before slowly dragging his gloved hand to their crotch, he can feel them tense up at the touch but they continue to rock agaisnt him. He slowly drags his finger up the seam of their pants making them gasp.

Tech continues to run his fingers along the seam slowly increasing the pressure but keeping the pace as slow as he could wishing to drag out their torture. " Tech please.." They whine, their hands pressing into his armor hard as they try and steady themself.

The manual discarded on the floor. Tech other hand makes quick work of the wires playing them without any instruction. After all he didn't really need them.

Y/n head leans back as they let out a loud moan from the pressure of Tech's fingers pressing into the spot that brought them the most pleasure. Their eyes closed for a moment and when the open again the lightly come on.

Tech slowly pushes himself and Y/n away from the panel. His back pressed into the floor as he helmeted face comes into clear view again.

"Are you enjoying yourself?" He ask in a teasing manner. He slowly works his hand up to the button of their pants undoing it swiftly.

They let out a whine again before gasping as Tech sits up, one hand pressed into their back while the other moves to their ass to grope it.

"Take my helmet off" he says eyes focused soley on them now. Their hands are swift undoing the latches as they remove his helmet. A small smile tugs his lips as they place it beside them.

He presses a gloved hand to their chin being them into a hungry kiss. Both do them gripping onto each other hands in hair and holding each other closely. " Your dripping Cyar'ika" he says gentle agaisnt their lips.

"I want you Tech, here and now" they whisper agaisnt his neck. Tech brings them in for another hungry kiss both almost forgetting their surrounding until the hear a clatter at the doorway. Both sets of eyes shoot there to be met with a set of child wonder filled ones.

"Ah hi!, hunter sent me up to see if you two had finished with the Intel!" She says with a smile. Tech leans down to Y/n's ear and whispers " we will finish this later Cyare"

their face goes bright red as Tech takes the small device from your pocket and hands it to Omega. " Take this over and copy the master files" he says to her.

Omega smiles as she makes her way over to itHe slides back under the panel as if nothing even happened.

He gentle rocks his hips into Y/n causing them to let out a light gasp, A small chuckle leaves his lips and he looks at them from under it with a sure but cocky smile.

"Are you alright Y/n?, you look really red" Omega says. "Im alright Omega, just a little tense!"

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Well since I found out it's Americans fathers day. Send me some Bad batch father's day ideas and I'll make some cute dad content. Which means toy guys get the double fathers day becuase I'll do it again when It's my country's father day. That will be in September

Hi! I was wondering if I could get a matchup for the Bad Batch?

I’m 5’9 (175 cm), female, with medium length brown hair and green eyes. I’m bi with a preference for men.

I like to paint and listen to music, I own 7 succulents (all with names) and I like thunderstorms.

Some additional information is I have ADD, anxiety, and I sometimes go into periods of depression where every one of my hobbies becomes uninteresting and everything loses meaning. I’m more of an ambivert. I’m really shy at first but once you get to know me I literally do not shut up about my interests.

Thank you! ❤️

I match you with.... Tech

Tech for better terms is quite interested in your succulents. They are plants he hasn't seen before. So he ask many question.

Such as were are they from how do you look after them and what species they are. Be prepared for him to try and take samples.

(If you have watched Atlantis and know of Mole and Dirt that is what Tech is like with samples of things.) He has little test tubes everywhere. And now also succulents that he has grown from little cut offs of your plants so he can study them.

Tech loves getting you involved in his research, works and basically anything he can get you to help with. He knows that not having something to do can make you a little twitchy as it does for him.

Please just let him talk, his brothers always tell him to shut up over his information please let him info dumb on every plant sample he has collected off Dathomir.

You both just talking about plants telling him the names of yours and his just so fascinated, he has no real info on them other then they are all apparently from a plant so far out in the galaxy. On a remote planet called Terra (earth).

Both of you suffer from different things such as, metal health, physical,

Tech as low self-esteem, I also hearcannons ADD becuase I relate so much to him and I have it too. He also has some form of PTSD from the war. He will info dumb by accident he can't help it he wants to be helpful in anyway he can. But sometimes he also forgets to share information that could be important.

The other boys don't know how the two off you can just talk about plants daily? How can you tell the difference an araucaria heterophylla and araucaria bidwillii.

Lost of plate night talks about his test about the seedlings he has been growing. And just about anything he can think about or that you can.

Most nights Crosshair will find you asleep agaisnt Tech's chest with a book still in the man's hand.

"Teeeeechhhh!, tell me some cool facts!" You call our from your place on his bed. he looks up Goggles reflecting the dull light on the ship.

"What would you like to know?" He ask while continuing to work. "Anything hit me with for mind blowing info, hell info dumb me please Babe I need something, I wanna hear you talk." You whine.

Tech chuckles as he quickly finishes what he is working on and marks his instruction manual for next time. He quickly makes his way over to you, removing his goggles and boots as he makes himself comftable on his bunk.

You move to lay your head on his chest feeling his heart and breathing steady. "Did you know the best times to drink water are when you first wake up, drink two glasses and it will improve your internal organs and Brain function. Drink before eating to help digestion, before a shower to lower your blood pressure. And drink another two before you go to bed so that your body keeps from agaisnt illness and disease such as heart failure or 'strokes" Tech says lightly as he runs his fingers thought you hair.

You smile at him leaning up to press a light kiss to his lips, Tech hums lightly moving closer and kissing you back. As he pulls away he continues with. "If you ever get a cramp in your foot, which they do hurt I've had them many a times, start moving your big toe, I'm found it's easier to use your have to just move it back and forth and it helps the cramp go away" he says lightly. Your eyes go wide at that one.

"I am so doing this next time to see if your telling the truth" you say leaning back into him. He chuckles lightly enjoying having you close.

"This one might work more for you. If you have a headache at the front of your head you need more sleep, if it's on the top you need to eat more and drink more. If it's on the back near your neck it's stress. If it's more near your eyes and nose it's a sinus head ache which is best cured with medicine or exercise beloved, meaning yes going for a morning run." He teases and continues on.

"If it ever feels like your wearing hunters bandana it's a reason headache which hits me alot due to screens and holos, best remedy is a shower and sleep. If one side of you head just really hurts it's a migraine and to help with it stick your hands into ice water." He says with a smile. You smile back at him and press a kiss to his cheek.

"I love to when you talk nerdy" you reply which makes him laugh and roll you to now be restign completely on his chest.

"And I love that you list darling"

Attention to detail.

Tech x Gender neutral reader

NSFW: Smut, fingering,oral, Male on Non specific, clothed male naked Non specific. nothing is really stated so it can be taken male or female.

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Alot had happened in the recent few days. Clone Force 99 is somba after the loss of Crosshair to the empire and the gain of Omega.

Y/n has been avoid Tech as if their life depends on it. It wasn't over anything serious just a small detail they picked up while on Kamino.

At this point they were avoiding him so they didn't stare and watch him while he works. After seeing they say he found the right spot on the wall in the holding cell it had set their nerves on fire with one thought.

'Imagine those fingers against you' is the only thing they could think. Their face bright red as they hide behind Echo.

Since then they had avoided Tech out of keeping themself under control. Marker forbid he found out. "Ah Y/n may I have your assistance?, I need soemone to hold these up while I attach everything" their eyes widen when they hear Tech's voice.

'On no, why now!' Their face goes bright as they turn to him. "Yea sure..?" They say slowly following him outside. Once our side Tech shows them over to his little work station. "I need you to hold this up against the hall so I can weld in but you will been one of these" he says handing them a welding helmet.

Y/n puts the helmet on tightening it before Tech moves them to where he needs them showing them where to hold the peice and now that's where they stand. Tech with his helmet on with a dark visor. The welding doesn't take long but it feel like it was ours to Y/n.

Their whole body is tense legs tightly rubbing agaisnt each other. " are you well?" Tech ask looking up to them. They nod quickly. "Yea I'm alright. Just don't like Welders they are too hot." They say trying to get out of this situation.

He hums lightly before continuing to put the equipment away. They hand him the helmet which he takes from their hands and place back in the storage. " Oh before I forget to ask, I'll need your help to also run some system test since Echo is with the others you will do just fine to help" he says as he beings to walks up the ramp to the ship.

"Alright I can do that" they say lightly eyes never leaving Tech's backside as they follow him into the ship. Tech and Y/n make their way into the small medbay/Tech's work area/room. Tech moves around quickly placing thing down and picking other things up.

" Alright sit on the table please" he says which make Y/n's eyes go wide and blush even more. "Ah why?" They ask with a raised eyebrow. "Something wrong and I'm going you a medical check becuase you look like you have a fever and it's no use having you help if you aren't in proper physical health" he says turning around to face them.

The blush is very visible across their skin. "In fine Tech it's nothing" they say only for Tech to grab their wrist as they go to walk away. " Just get on the table and let me do the check up" he says.

Y/n sighs moving to sit on the table trying to look anywhere but Tech. Tech is quick with the check but his brows knot ad he looks them over. "Nothing physically off but mental is a different topic. You have been avoiding me recently" he says standing infornt of them.

Their focus goes to the floor until teach gloves hand comes up to their face lifting thier face to look at Tech. "Y/n why have you been avoiding me?" He ask once his voice shooting right thought them making their tights tighten.

"No if I tell you you'll never want to be near me again" they say eyes focused on him. "Nothing would make me so that so just tell me what's wrong" he persist.

"I... I've been avoiding you becuase of what happened on Kamino" they say lightly. Tech's eyes focus on them. "I know losing Crosshair has effected us al-" he goes to say only to be cut off by them.

"Its not about crosshair Tech. Its about when we were locked up" they reply cutting Twch off eyes focused on him as they twitch lightly. "Where you hurt? " "no Tech you know the wall" they say finally letting it out.

"What about the wall?" The confusion is very present on his face. " Oh Maker. I wanted to be that wall!" They almost shout as they clench their eyes closed.

"Why would you want to be a wall Y/n?" 'oh dear maker, how is he so smart yet so obvious!'they think. Their eyes open once again staring Tech down.

"I wanted your fingers to run over my body the way you dragged them across the wall. Fuck is it that hard to realise that's what I getting at" they beat embarrassment returning to their voice.

They both go quite. Tech eyes on them and his mouth open a little. " Oh, well that was unexpected" the awkwardness becoming deafing. " Do you hate me?" They whisper lightly. Tech pulls his goggles off as he stares at them.

"I could never hate you" his hand reaches for thier chin bringing them in for a kiss. Their lips smash together teeth crashing against each other. Y/n's arms wrap around Tech's shoulder and back as they dig into his armored plating.

Tech's hands grip their hips after letting their chin go. They slowly move up their sides, sliding up under their shirt. Y/n moans into his mouth feeling Tech's hands move over their skin.

Tech pulls away from them lips moving to their neck leaving light kisses agaisnt their skin. " Is this what you want?" He ask looking into their eyes. Y/n nods their eyes meeting the beautiful ember of Tech's.

"More then anything Tech, please." They say. Tech stills for a moment and them begins to remove their shirt. His gloved hands runs down their exposed skin from their shoulder, throat, chest and stomach taking in all the details that paint their skin.

"Tech" his name is on their lips as he leans down enough to kiss them softly. His lips continue from their lips slowly kissing and sucking down their neck. "Thats it Mesh’la" he says against their throat.

Y/n let's out a whine as Tech slowly moves his hand down to the seam of their pants gentle running his gloves hands agaisnt them. They both their lip moaning lightly as the lean back to lay across the table. His other hand moves up to gentle wrap aroudn their throat.

They shutter as his hand drags down their throat from down to their chest and stomach. His other hand rubbing harder against their pants. " Is this what you want cyar'ika, my fingers agaisnt you. In you?" He says lightly.

"Please Tech" They say hand moving to his shoulders to grip onto the plating. Tech's hands are quick as he undoes their pants and pull them down.

Tech leaves them in only there underwear as he runs his fingers right back up the seam and down feeling how well they have become from such a small touch. They moan out hands gripping and surface they can.

He leans down lips coming to contact wirh their underwear and he drags his tougne over the sensitive area. Lapping at their sex as he looks up at them.

They bite their lips as they stare down at him. Tech moves again now ridding them of their last peice of clothing as he's hands and mouth continue to explore. Their body goes fridged as he moves his mouth to their sex.

Tech runs his tougne along the sensitive area as he moves mode to find access to their entrance. His eyes flick to them as he give one long lap against their entrance making them wither agaisnt the desk. "Tech!" They shout as their hands grip his hair.

"Y/n I need you to reach over to your left and open the small compartment on the desk and grab out the lube" he replys, never eyes fixated on them as he places light kisses agaisnt the tender flesh of their thighs.

They let out a shakey breath as their hand reaches out and opens the small draw and they grab the small tube and hand it to Tech. He smiles from between their legs.

"Gloves on or off?" He ask moving to make himself more comftable in his position. " Gloves off! I want to feel your skin" Y/n almost cry out as Tech laps once again their entrance. Once his hands are free of the gloves he opens the tube and squeezes some of it onto his fingers.

They taken in a shakey inhale as his smooth fingers come to his entrance lightly moving agaisnt it as he preps them with some of the lube.

"Tech please don't tease" they whimper only to choke on a cry as he pushes a finger into them. "Hi fuck" they cry out hands once again gripping at any surface possible.

His name is a chant on their lips as he adds another finger. Slowing his movement and drawing out every pull of his finger. He chuckles lightly as he leans back down and takes their Sex back into his mouth sucking hard as he moves his fingers faster.

"Oh Maker!, Tech please! More" his other hand drift over their stomach and hips as he pulls them closer to his mouth and fingers.

He pulls his lips away, a light glicen covers them as he speaks "That's it my dear, just like that". Y/n's eyes start to roll back into their sockets as Tech pulls hsi fingers from them and replace it with his tougne.

He feels them jolt agaisnt his body moaning and crying out as he presses his face further into them. His hand coming to play with their most sensitive areas as he pleasures them with his mouth.

"That's it Cyare come for me just like that" he calls only for them to finally let go. His name on their lips, with his lips on them.

He pulls away moving to stand his lips and hands cover in thier ecstasy, they eyes are blown wide as they want breathing in as much air as they can.

Tech leans over them bringing his lips to theirs. Y/n's hand grip his shoulders as they pull him to them. Lips clash against each other as they cling to each other.

Tech pulls away with a smile on his lips. " Did you enjoy that?" He can see their thighs clench as they nod to him. "Pleas retell me we can do that again at some point" they whispers lightly. Tech wipes his lips wi tht he back of his hand and smiles.

"I'd be offend if you didn't want to do this again"

"Maker forbid I did that, that was the best thing i have felt in a long time"

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So.... I had to close match ups again becuase I have just a big demand for them but since it's closed I'm still doign fanfictions and request. But liek I have over 20+ new request. Plus the other 10 I'm working thought.

helloooo!

could i please have a matchup with any member of the bad batch or clones?

i stand at a whopping height of 4’11. i have tan-ish skin, and dark brown hair coming to my elbows. my eyes are also dark brown. i’m interested in anything to do with history and learning about different religions and cultures. i have a growing collection of crystals and a small plant army. i also love love books!

my myer-briggs personality type is enfp i am an enneagram type 7: the enthusiast. i’m silly, a little unhinged and always rambling about some obscure fact i found out at 3am.

cheers !

Bad batch

I match you with.... Tech

Tech, He towers over you like he does with everyone.

He loves playing with and also doing your hair in different styles due to how long it is.

Soo many lesson on planet histories and language.

He loves teaching you any and everything he can.

You are both completing for who has the most collected crystals and Rocks. Every planet you stop on you both try and collect as many different crystals and Rocks possible.

Please read for him, he is so used to having to be the one reading for others he really just wants someone to read to him.

Tell him he is a Genius it will make his heart melt.

Take his goggles off and just give him kisses over the small things aroudn his eyes and tell hi mn how handsome he is and how much you love him.

10/10 this man once you get him to fall for you will never let anything bad happen to you.

"Tech you can't sleep in your goggles again tonight." You call to the tried clone who leans against the controls. His tired eyes flick to you.

He smiles lightly to you turning his chair only for you to see Omega asleep on his lap. "Unfortunately I don't have the option" he chuckles lightly as you move closer.

You smile to him leaning over to remove his goggles, he lets out a sigh of relief as he leans back against his chair white Omega in his arms.

The red rings aroudn his eyes are very prominent to you as he closes his eyes leaning back. You move around and press a soft kiss you his lips which he eyes shoot open and a small smile crosses them when you pull away.

You lean down and press a soft kiss to Omega's forehead before standing back up. "Ill leave you too, get some rest Tech" They say softly which makes him laugh.

"I will try but can't guarantee I will sleep" he whispers. You shake your head lightly making your way towards the door of the cockpit.

"I'll see you in the morning Tech"

"You too Cyare "

Clone wars

I match you with.... Dogma

For someone so against rules being broken he sure does it alot for you.

He also is alot taller then you. He also loves just looking it to your eyes.

Late nights of him sneaking out to see you. He's very against people being our do the Barracks when they aren't meant to be but he can be a bit of a hypocrite.

He mainly learns history of planets he's got missions on so he will share his finds and what he had learnt

He can be quite soft when he wants to be but it will always be when it's just the two of you.

He will also play with your hair just twisting it between his fingers late at night when you are curled up into his chest.

He's such as peaceful sleeper when he gets good night's.

Dogma comes back to the Barracks late, having been held up in another meeting with Captain Rex and a few other head commanders.

Tired and worn out is how he feel as he drags Himself towards the 501st barracks. He rubs his eyes opening the door to the sleeping quarters.

Many of the other men are still out partying, eating or catching up with others. So when his eyes land of a small figure curled up on his bunk a small smile finds its way to his lips.

He is quick to rid himself of his Armor trying not to trip over it as he shoves it under the bunk. He brushes his hand gentle against your forehead brushing back the strands of hair.

He moves agaisnt to lay on the bunk with you pressed into his chest as he rearranges the blankets. He lets out a sigh of relief pulling you closer and draping one of his arms over your waist.

"Dogma..?" You mumble tired eyes flicking up to to his face. He hums as a response eyes flicking open. "Hey Honey, finally back" he mumbles into your hair. You smile and close your eyes snuggling into the warmth the radiates off his body.

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helloooo! could i please have a matchup with any member of the bad batch or clones? i stand at a whopping height of 4’11. i have tan-ish ski

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Hi there! I saw one of your Bad Batch matchups, and I was hoping I could ask for one too! I've never done one before so I hope this is okay! I'm a gal, 5'4" with a mop of dark curly hair, I'm on the pale side with moss green eyes and a septum piercing. I love to be creative, and I've always been told I'm very intuitive and I like to help people. I love nature, and being alongside friends and family. I'm very shy at first but once I know you I never run out of things to talk about!

I match you with.... Tech

- You meet all the bad batch when they take you on as their medic, Tech needing an extra set of hands.

- as much as I wanna go along with he joke that their Medic is called stitches, they have a different nickname for you thanks to Tech. 'Lucky Charm'

- Tech teaches you everything he knows, the one thing he still doesn't allow is you piloting the ship, it's off limits for both you and Omega.

- your much shorter then him this man towers over you, but also your the one who has to ice his head when he hits it on something. A talent that all of the batch seem to have is hitting their head.

- he loves your hair and finds the style quite cute, his hair is very curly when not slicked back and can become an absolute mess. Tech and hunter have the worst bed hair.

- he always grabs informational books or holos for you if it's something he thinks you might like to learn. Or just small things he thinks you will like.

- he takes you on recovery missions when he is looking for now flora, fauna and things to study.

- he nerds out with you and he loves how you just smile, eyes sparking as you listen to him tell you the 31 different species of spiders in the Latrodectus gene pool.

- you on many occasions have to remove his goggles becuase he's fallen asleep with them on again.

- the red marks around his eyes front he presser and the little scratch marks from his finger nails do make him look cute while he sleeps.

- Tech has a tendency to Sleep walk. All the batch have woken up to seeing him just stand in a hallway with the reflection of his goggles making him menacing.

List of what has happened with his sleep walking:

• He's scared Omega a few times, she's ended up in bed with you or curled up beside Hunter, Echo or Wrecker

• Given you a heart attack twice due to it while he's been muttering about dirt samples being contaminated. It's taken you a bit tto get used too.

• caused Crosshair to throw a flash at him, it hit him into he head and you had to take care of the black eye he had.

• Hunter tiredly trying to tell tech to go back to bed while making a midnight snack for himself and Omega. Only for Tech to be calmly sitting in the small kitchenette.

• wrecker screaming at the top of his lungs as Tech stands beside his head muttering in different languages.

• Echo having staring competitions with Tech while he sleep walks and just stands in the door way as echo just glares at him over the top of his hammock.

- he can be quite affectionate when he wants to be but most times he's very cuddly when he is sleep deprived.

- loves running his fingers thought your hair and pulling our the tangles and knots. Will kiss your forehead and hold you close of a night so he doesn't wonder to much.

Your eyes shoot open when you feel gentle movement beside you, eyes focusing on the top go sandy blonde hair of Omega. Grumbling lightly as you try to wake up.

"Mega what are you doing thought you were staying with Echo tonight?" You whisper as she climbs under the blankets.

"Tech's sleep walking again and has standing in the door way to Echo and Crosshairs room. He's really creepy with he Goggles still on" she says shaking lightly as you pull her closer.

"You stay here I'll go deal with the Phantom Menace" you whispers, groaning as you sit up and stretch. Her hand shoots out to grab your shirt making yoy look back to her. " Please don't leave me by myself" she wimpers, it almost breaks your heart hearing her scared. "Come on, up you get I'll take you to hunters bunk" you say hoisting her up onto your hip and wrapping her blacket aroudn her.

The walk down the hall is cold on your feet as you make a quick turn to a door and knock lightly only to hear grumbling as a very tired Hunter comes to the door.

His eyes look to you and then to Omega in your arms. " Sorry to wake you Hunter but Tech's walking again, dropping Megs off with you before I go get Tech back to bed" you say quietly. He nods, yawning as Omega wraps her arms around hunters shoulders.

"Its fine Charms, go get Tech back to bed, last thing we need is Wrecker or maker forbid Crosshairs waking up to him standing there" he replys before making his way back into the small room with Omega.

Your feet quickly and quietly carry you thought the halls again looking for Tech when your eyes finally land on him standing neck to Echos hammock you sigh and make your way over.

"Tech baby, come to bed" you say lightly placing a hand gently on his arm. Your eyes shoot to see a very tired and grumpy looking Echo. ' Sorry' you mouth she gives you a small smile as you slowly lead Tech out of the room and back towards your bunk.

It takes a good five minutes with the stops and starts from tech but once you get him to the bed and get him to lay down he's still. You are quick to remove his goggles and place a quick kiss to his cheek as you curl up against him.

"Tech we need to talk about your caf intake and late night studies, they are getting out of hand" Hunter says with tried eyes looking to his brother .

"I have no idea what you mean hunter?" He states in confusion. Looking for Hunter to Echo and then You. " Tech your terrifying when you sleep walk with your goggles on, and it only happens when you have caf of a night or are up studying late if not the two combined. Please go to sleep at a reasonable time" Echo grumbles.

They Will Not See

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Am I in a bad way about Season 3 and the finale? Yes.

PAIRING: tech x fem reader

SUMMARY: You spend a sweet, unexpected night in bed with Tech.

WORDS COUNT: 1274

RATING + WARNINGS: 18+, spicy, porn with minimal plot, PiV

NOTES: This is installment eighteen of my reverse harem “Bad Choices” smutlet series on Ao3, but I think it’s also a sweet, intimate stand-alone Tech story. And I do love Tech losing a little of his control, especially since he’s kind of Dom in the series.

Although it’s written in second person, my heroine has a very established relationship with the Batch.

Tech watches you sleep. This is a recent development.

Usually, he would disentangle himself and leave the bed as soon as you drifted off, staying that long only because he knows you enjoy not falling asleep alone. He has spent his entire life sleeping in close proximity to one or more people, so he understands the general idea that this might be comforting. Tech can fall asleep anywhere, under almost any conditions. He has never accidentally fallen asleep, at least not since he was a cadet, but, when circumstances allow, he can just pass out. He overheard someone on an extended mission refer to him as the king of the power nap, which he took as a compliment.

You have always rested on Tech in casual moments; physical contact clearly being one of the ways you show affection. Touch has never been important to Tech. He has never had the need to show anyone affection or have it shown to him. In his life, he has categorized touch as negative or neutral. The addition of sex as physical intimacy has expanded the categories slightly. The touch associated with sex is usually positive. He certainly enjoys the physical sensations he experiences during sexual activities, and he understands that touch pre- and post- said activities is something you need, but it was not something he previously thought about for himself.

With the regular addition of multiple partners to your intimate activities, and their own needs for your attention, the idle time you spend with him has diminished, and, to his surprise, he misses that. He also finds that when he returns to the bedroom and sees you sleeping intertwined with someone, there is an unfamiliar feeling present. He wouldn’t call it jealousy, because he has never previously experienced that emotion, but he might acknowledge that it could be adjacent to that on an emotional spectrum.

So, he watches you, considering, then he puts down his datapad and stays next to you, your head resting on his shoulder. After a few minutes, your body fully turns and presses to him, your arm on his chest. He decides this is not a neutral touch and recategorizes it as positive, and then he falls asleep.

*

You are dreaming. Tech is kissing your neck, and his hand is cradling your head. He’s whispering soft words to you as he nuzzles your ear. You don’t understand what he is saying, but you can tell that the words are sweet.

For a moment, you feel bad; this must be Wrecker or maybe Hunter, but you refuse to wake up, instead basking in the gentle touch of someone who rarely touches you gently. You don’t remember either of them being there, but Tech doesn’t stay in bed with you.

Dream Tech kisses you, pressing his lips to yours before you open your mouth to him and wrap your arms around his shoulders. You hear your name whispered with such a tone that your whole body shivers.

A knee nudges between your legs, parting them slightly, and then another spreads you open, and his body is flush to your own. A strong arm nestles to one side of your head, and you finally open your eyes, ready to let the dream go, to stop this nighttime lover before it goes too far. But it’s still Tech above you, his eyes partly closed, and you feel an unexpected excitement and warmth course through your body. You pull his face down to yours to kiss him more, your fingertips running through his short hair, against the strap that keeps his goggles a permanent part of his face, like Wrecker’s scar and Hunter and Crosshair’s tattoos.

As he begins to slide into you, you softly cry out his name into his ear. He stops for a moment, as if confused, and you wonder if he thought he was dreaming as well. At least it was your name he called out. His eyes are fully open now, looking at you. You smile and tip your hips up to encourage him to continue. Another moment passes and then he is buried inside you.

He’s moving slowly, almost hesitant. It’s been a long time since someone was in your bed who could initiate the dreamy fun of middle-of-the-night sex, and maybe Tech has never done this at all, considering he rarely even falls asleep in your bed. Would he have slept in others’?

But it feels so good. So nice. So satisfying. His body is against yours, his strokes long and careful, and when he fills you, he presses in just a little more, and you murmur at the pleasure of it. You could do this all night, whispering encouragement in his ear, telling him how you never want this to stop, how good it feels. You squeeze yourself around his cock, gratified to hear him make a small sound of satisfaction, moving your hips to meet him. Your arms wrap around him, feeling those strong muscles in his back, feeling his ass tighten as he pushes into you.

He’s different, his breath catching more right now than when he is pounding into you. He hooks your leg over his arm, finding an angle to be deeper into you. He stays like this, rolling his hips against you as you moan in ecstasy.

Eventually, he has to stop, holding himself still as he tries to control himself, but you can tell he’s close. You move under him, tightening around him in tantalizing pulses, pressing him into you, not letting him collect himself enough to halt his body.

“Wait,” he whispers to you. “I will finish too soon.”

“No,” you answer. “I want you to come.” You keep moving against him, feeling his resolve giving way.

“But you…you have not…”

“It’s okay. This feels so good. I don’t want to change it. Come in me like this.” And you want him to lose a little of his usual control. He looks into your eyes before giving in.

His pace picks up slightly, as you push against him, your fingers raking along his back, your teeth finding his shoulder. His lips are to yours, muffling his moan as he starts to come, pumping inside of you.

You cry out in shared bliss, holding him tight, your legs wrapped around his, riding every wave, until his face is nuzzled against your own, his breaths against your neck.

*

You lie on his chest, his arm around you. You thought he’d fall right back to sleep, but you can feel the wakefulness in his body. You stroke your fingers against his chest, then absentmindedly lick his nipple.

“Mmph,” he groans in surprise, catching your hand in his. He turns his head slightly to you. “I feel that I have left a task incomplete.”

“Tech,” you laugh. “I’m not an item on a checklist…or are you concerned about your perfect record?” He rolls his eyes, but you can tell you’re partly correct. “Do I seem any less satisfied to you than at other times?” He has no response. “Then leave it…Or leave it til morning. Let me just enjoy this.” You feel his body relax slightly in acquiescence.

Yes, you want to soak this up. A few hours of soft Tech, with sex no less intense or satisfying because he wasn’t rough with you – with his strong, naked body against you, and his attention not diverted by his datapad. You don’t want to fall asleep yet, but slowly his warmth and steady breathing lull your eyes to close.

In the morning, he ticks off that final box on his checklist before he leaves.

*

The rest of the series can be found here.

Warning: It gets kinky.

Night Three

Full fic on Ao3

PAIRING: tech x fem reader

SUMMARY: You’ve spent the last two nights hooking up with a handsome stranger. You promise yourself this is the last time.

WORDS COUNT: 1311

RATING + WARNINGS: 18+, spicy, porn with minimal plot, PiV, oral sex (female receiving), touch of Dom!Tech

NOTES: This is Part 3 of the first installment of my reverse harem “Bad Choices” smutlet series on Ao3. Yes, this is how I channeled my extra energy after the Season 2 finale.

Although it’s written in second person, my heroine eventually has a very established relationship with the Batch.

“This is the last time,” you tell yourself. You’re not waiting for this man at a bar anymore. It doesn’t matter how this night ends, good or bad. At the moment odds are 40/60 bad, based on the fact that you’re lying on the cold floor of a spaceship, dress gone, underwear lost, legs spread, and half fucked. He’s fixing something and not giving you any relief. This is not ideal.

When he finally appeared, you didn’t stay long. He kissed you ravenously, paid your tab, then pulled you out of the bar. He put you on top of a speeder, which you assume he stole since he ditched it a short way from the spaceport. He seemed hungry for you tonight, based on the way he’d been kissing you, pressing you against walls and ships to manhandle you. Finally, one of the ships had a gangway open, and he practically carried you up the stairs before shutting the door behind you both.

He immediately stripped off your dress and panties and lifted you so your legs hooked around his waist, your lips locked together, and you ground yourself against…some kind of pouch. Maybe a tool belt. You couldn’t tell. After what he did to you last night, you were beyond horny and were desperate to feel him inside you again. He pinned you to the wall, his hands between your legs, two fingers sliding knuckle deep into you. You whimpered, needing more. And then he…just put you down. A noise from the ship’s console had distracted him, and he’d turned to it immediately.

“That should not be happening,” he’d said, echoing your own thoughts, as you watched him pull a tool off his belt, crouch under the control panel to examine the issue, then lie on his back and start working.

Your brain could not process what was happening. One moment you were ready to get absolutely railed by this tall, handsome stranger, and now he’d gone full mechanic mode. Legs unsteady, you staggered over to one of the chairs and collapsed into it. You watched him work for a moment before noticing the large bulge still in his pants. He wasn’t so far under the panel that you couldn’t get to him, so you decided to throw caution to the wind. What was the worst that could happen?

He didn’t make any noise when you straddled his thighs, and he barely twitched when your hand stroked the length of him through his pants. You did it again, this time cupping his balls with one hand as the other worked up his shaft, feeling him harden fully, and then began undoing the fastening that kept him from you. You groaned when you finally saw his erection, feeling its heat in your palms. Since he still hadn’t stopped you, or the work he was doing, you eased yourself up, rubbing the head against your wet opening, then sinking yourself down on him.

That got his attention. He paused and looked at you. You could see your reflection in his ever present goggles. You could not suppress your cry as you felt yourself spread around him. He watched you fuck yourself on him, one hand holding on to the console to support yourself, knees screaming in protest against the cold hard metal floor. You felt him shift slightly to meet you and heard the clink of his tools placed next to him.

His hands grasped your hips, and then, in a move that was truly incomprehensible to you, he lifted you off of him and deposited you on the floor.

You lay there stunned for a moment, watching him refasten his pants and hearing his tools clinking again as he worked under the console.

In response to your cry of frustration, you hear him say, “You began prematurely.” Defeated, you don’t move until he finally gets up and offers you a hand. “Don’t pout,” he says, putting you back into one of the chairs.

You sit still, the cold torture against your hot skin. He tinkers around the ship for a few minutes more before returning, having removed his belt and a number of the pouches that were strapped to his body.

“Do you want to leave?” he asks, coming down on one knee in front of you, spreading your legs, pulling your hips toward him, while pushing your torso back. You whimper, feeling his breath along your thighs. He lifts your hips, his face dipping between your legs, taking in the mingled scent of his musk and your excitement. His tongue traces around your swollen labia, tasting you, then flits against your clit, making you moan. He holds your wrists firmly, as he fully presses his lips around you, sucking roughly, using his tongue to ravage your sensitive tip. You’re so close, so tantalizingly close, that of course he stops, but just for a moment. He’s undone his pants, thick cock ready.

Demonstrating his strength again, he lifts you onto him, before switching places with you on the chair. You sink down on him, moaning in sweet relief. He moves with you this time, thrusting into you as you fuck him. You use his shoulders for leverage as you bring yourself up and down on his length. His hand reaches between you, collecting your wetness from his shaft, then catching your swollen nub between his fingers, tugging and stroking it, while your cries become wilder and louder. The orgasm is blinding and made more intense by the rough rhythm he is keeping inside you, taking you through waves and waves of bliss.

“I don’t think I can move,” you whisper as you collapse against him, your pussy pulsing around his thickness.

“That will not be a problem,” he answers, almost snarkily, not that you care anymore. He holds your hips down as he pushes deeper into you. When you tighten around him, he gasps, his thrusts losing their rhythm but making up for it in force. The friction stimulates you again, and you’re moaning against his shoulder, trying to ride him. He groans and starts to say something.

“I don’t object,” you answer before he forms the words. His hands grasp your hips firmly, moving you in time with his thrusts, until finally with a loud gasp, you feel him orgasm inside you. You keep rocking your hips on him as his cock twitches. Finally he stops you, and you press yourself to his chest, taking a few minutes to recover. With great effort, you lift yourself off him, his cum spilling out of you, onto his softening cock, down your thigh. He catches you as your legs give way and gently places you back in the chair, which is now much warmer than earlier. He cleans you both up with a soft towel he produced out of nowhere, and lets you rest.

You jerk awake from a light doze. You hadn’t been asleep too long since you’re not yet chilled by the cool air of the ship. You retrieve and slip on your dress, but your underwear are nowhere to be found.

He’s sitting in the pilot’s chair, working at the console, and turns to you as you approach.

“Would you like me to return you to your domicile?”

“Hmmmm?” You pretend to contemplate as you lean down to kiss him. “But I’m not tired.”

Your hand drifts into his lap, your fingers stroking along the outline of his hardening cock. The console beeps, a comm signal. He answers.

“Tech. We’re ready for pick up.”

“Understood. I will leave momentarily.”

You sigh. “Well that’s disappointing.”

“Transit time is 1.12 hours…if you would like to accompany me.” He’s already stood and lifted you against the console, your legs wrapped around him. You can hear him pushing buttons behind you, but you don’t care.

He really is impossible to refuse.

*

The rest of the series can be found here.

Warning: It gets kinky.

A Pleasant Elevation

(Part 1 of 2)

Full fic on Ao3

PAIRING: tech x fem reader

SUMMARY: You and Tech have a night alone on the ship.

WORDS COUNT: 900ish

RATING + WARNINGS: 18+, spicy, porn with minimal plot, oral sex (male receiving), clothed female/naked male, touch of Dom!Reader and sub!Tech

NOTES: This is Part 5 my reverse harem “Bad Choices” smutlet series on Ao3. Yes, writing (eventually 70,000+ words and still going) smut is how I channeled my extra stress energy after the Season 2 finale.

While it’s written in second person, my heroine eventually has a very established relationship with the full Batch.

Tech’s pressed you against the wall of the ship, leaning down to kiss you, your breaths already heavy. His fingers start undoing your shirt. You grab hold of his wrists.

“No,” you say. “Not yet,” as you push him away slightly. Your hands slide under his skintight black shirt. “Take this off.” Your voice makes it clear you’re not requesting. He looks at you through those yellow-tinted goggles, studying your face. You raise an eyebrow. He pauses just for a moment before lifting the shirt over his head.

Fuck, he’s beautiful. Lightly tan skin, muscles that were made from use, golden hairs sparsely along his chest, with a darker trail below his belly button. You run your fingers along that line, hooking into his waistband. “And now this.” You try to keep your voice commanding and not breathy with desire.

You’ve never seen Tech naked. And you want to, are desperate to, now that the thought is in your mind. It’s another moment of consideration. You see hesitation on his face but also the curiosity, and then he slides out of his black pants. It takes all your self control to not let him follow through and have you against the wall. Once you steady yourself, you push him back toward a chair. He stands so much taller than you, and you need to negate some of that advantage.

“Sit,” you say. He does with only the slightest hesitation. You stand between his legs, ignoring his erection, and kiss him.

“If I wanted to, would you let me tie you up?”

Tech’s lips smirk. “I might contemplate your request.” Both of you know he would never, but just the thought of it makes you breathless; Tech’s golden body bound in golden rope. You kiss him again, ravenous, your lust desperate to devour. His hands move to your hips. You slap them away.

“Keep these behind your back. No touching without permission.” And another pause from him as he considers compliance, and then his arms go behind his back, the smirk traveling up to his guarded eyes. You press your body into his, chest to chest, your fingers raking down his back, his cock pulsing between you. You feel the smallest amount of tension in him as he waits to see what you’re going to do and you wonder when was the last time Tech had surrendered any of his control to anyone, even if it’s just pretend.

You let your fingernails lightly brush along his arms, the gentle touch bringing goosebumps on his skin and the slightest sigh from his lips. You stroke your fingertips along his stomach, over his hips. You drop to your knees, fingers running along his inner thighs, the smallest hitch in his breathing as your hands move to the base of his cock, the tension of his anticipation barely perceptible but still there. You let out a soft breath against him, watching his cock twitch. Such a wonderful specimen, certainly proportional to his tall body, but with a delicious girth that is so satisfying. Your fingers stroke lightly through the dark curls framing him. One hand grazes his balls as you swiftly take as much of him in your mouth as you can.

“Ah-gnh!” The noise Tech lets escape makes whatever exquisite torture he’s going to put you through later completely worth it. It takes a few moments for him to regain some of his composure, his breathing remaining uneven as you move your mouth up and down on his cock, hand stroking the base of his shaft. You release him, noting a tiny gasp of disappointment. You let your tongue trace the edges of his head, then tease along his length, over and over, noting every vein and ridge, your hand still stroking him, then you swirl around his cockhead, enjoying its softness, before taking him again as far as you can. You try to relax to keep from gagging, remembering when he had you that first night, taking his pleasure from fucking your mouth, the guilty satisfaction of surrendering to being used.

You’re desperate to mount him, to have him fill you, but this little control you have over him now is exhilarating. When your hand strokes and cups his balls, his whole body jerks. Your mouth and tongue constrict around his cock as your movements quicken. You see his arms move from behind his back, but you slow, looking pointedly up at him. He stops, and from the muscle movements in his forearms, you assume he’s repeatedly squeezing his hands into fists, trying to ground himself. You resume, bobbing your head faster, fighting your gag reflex every time he hits the back of your throat. You match his breathing, one hand working his shaft, twisting and teasing, another massaging his balls, until you feel them tighten. Small noises are escaping from Tech now, and your body is feeding off of them, your skin tingling with excitement as he nears his climax.

Cruelly, you take your mouth off him, though your hand keeps moving up and down his shaft. The noise he makes in protest is like music to your ears; a strangled, frustrated moan that you will pay for in the future. Deciding not to push your luck, you envelope him in your mouth, working his cock in earnest.

His hips start to move, small involuntary thrusts that you’re sure he’s barely aware of. His head has tipped back, his mouth open slightly. You wish you could see his eyes.

Tech is panting and manages to whisper, “I am close.”

You hum in acknowledgement, your tongue rapidly circling his sensitive tip, and that extra stimulation pulls him over the edge. He cries out, loudly, uncontrolled. His whole body stiffens. You try to swallow, but that’s never been your forte, so his cum covers your tongue, leaking out between your lips when you slowly release him. He gasps as you keep stroking, small shudders running through him until his body stills except for his labored breathing, and his head falls forward to rest against the top of your own.

And now you’re the one still clothed, and Tech is the one naked and spent; a role reversal you take a moment to luxuriate in.

You wipe your mouth as you stand. His head presses to your chest as your hands caress through his hair. His arms move to touch you, but you stop him.

“I’m not done with you yet,” you whisper. He looks up at you, and his eyes narrow behind the yellow lenses, but he puts his hands back behind him as you kiss.

*

But wait, there’s more:

The rest of the series can be found here.

Warning: It gets kinky.

That Damn Beauty

Read on Ao3

PAIRING: tech x fem reader

SUMMARY: You and Tech explore rope bondage. You are a very willing subject.

WORDS COUNT: 2171

RATING + WARNINGS: 18+, very spicy, porn, shibari, oral sex (fem receiving), PiV, touch of Dom!Tech

NOTES: This is installment 20 of my “Bad Choices” “reverse harem” smutlet series. Of the kinky things I’ve written, this is probably the tamest. 🤔

*

Tech had taken his time. You think it wouldn’t matter who he did this to, closest lover or worst enemy: he would be careful and precise. People might think he was showing off with the perfection he achieves, but you know there is no other way for him to be. He’s confident in his knowledge and skill and that seems to radiate from him. It’s what attracted you to him in the first place.

You weren’t nervous. You thought you might be, but when tonight came, you weren’t. You trust Tech, despite knowing so little about him. He’s never tried to move beyond your boundaries, seemingly content to explore with the free access he has inside them.

He had insisted on undressing you, gloved hands stroking over every inch of flesh as it was exposed, raising goosebumps even in your warm room. He’d kissed trails along your skin, and you’d relaxed more into his touch.

He’d been quiet. Focused. Even though Wrecker, Hunter, and Crosshair have each made a comment, or multiple comments, about Tech talking non-stop, you think this might be an artifact of their earlier times together. Tech loves to inform and to instruct, but when he’s concentrating, he tends toward silence.

“If you are ready, please move to your knees.” Obediently, you’d knelt on the pillow he’d put down and he’d knelt in front of you, rope in hand. He’d kissed you. He’d slipped his arm around you and tipped your head back and you’d opened to him in needy surrender, his mouth perfect on yours, his full lower lip a soft cushion against your own, his tongue gentle and questing.

Then, he’d began. Each movement was measured and confident, no flourishes, no hesitancy. He’d known what he wanted, how each knot should be placed, how each cord should lie on your skin. Slowly you’d sunk into a curious relaxation, your awareness of your body heightened and every touch rippling out to the tips of your fingers and toes. It was the feeling from your youth when someone would brush your hair and you would stay so still so that they would never stop; it’s the feeling of hearing a voice with the perfect timbre that is gentle and calm and it washes over you until you’re almost in a trance. You’d read about sub-space, and maybe this is it. Maybe you almost understand it now.

Slowly, he created the halter that now decorates your torso, your upper arms bound to your sides. You wish for a mirror. Just catching glimpses of your reflection in Tech’s goggles is not enough.

He helps you back to your feet. “How do you feel? Are you uncomfortable anywhere? Any pinching or rubbing?” You shake your head. “You are doing very well. I will begin the suspension. You will need to tell me immediately if there is any discomfort.”

You nod and he hoists you using the hook he anchored to your ceiling. You come up on your tiptoes, swaying slightly. You can barely feel the rope as it hugs your flesh; the balance is perfect.

Tech walks behind you and you can hear him rustling about, preparing the next batch of ropes to complete his work, and then you feel his arms snake around your waist. He presses himself to you and a sensation close to an orgasm runs through your body when you feel his now naked skin against yours. You cry out in the pleasure of it. His hands stroke over you as you moan and quiver at his touch. He gently lifts your leg, bare fingertips teasing your sensitive inner thigh as he begins looping and knotting the ropes that will hold you up and open. Part of your body rests against his as he works, and you drift back into a meditative state.

Finally, he pulls the rope to lift your leg, and you feel excited, exposed. He’s against your back again.

“I had intended to bind your hands behind you as we’d discussed, but I believe I prefer them to your sides. Is this acceptable?” The original placement would have meant that he could not stand flush to your back, as he is doing now. His voice is its usual steady and even tone; if you couldn’t feel him hard against you, you would have no idea he was aroused.

You manage to murmur, “Yes.” Just the touch of him is warming your whole body. He finishes binding your arms and then walks around you, checking over his work. No wonder Crosshair wants this. It’s calming and intimate beyond what you could have imagined.

“I had also considered adding a way to pivot you forward, but…I do not think that will be necessary. Perhaps for the future.” His voice is matter-of-fact and, despite his words, does not carry any expectation of you doing this again.

Finally, he is done, and he steps back to look at you, to survey his creation.

“This is satisfactory.” His tone is pleased. He moves forward, hands lightly stroking your skin between the ropes, admiring instead of inspecting. His fingers touch your nipples until they harden. “Your breasts look particularly inviting. I fear I have been remiss in the past.” He bends forward to kiss each nipple, before carefully licking one and taking it into his mouth. Your head tips back as his tongue explores around your areola, stimulating you until it is a tight bud encircled by his soft lips. You think of that full lower lip that you so enjoy kissing, and you moan.

He does the same on the other side, but now his hand begins stroking the inner thigh of your raised leg. It’s too good. So much pleasure right now, his mouth on your breast, a hand tantalizingly close to your hot center, your pussy begging for attention. His free hand begins massaging your other breast, capturing the nipple between thumb and forefinger, gently twisting, before pinching it, sending more stimulation into your body.

The fingers on your thigh stroke for a moment between your legs, sending a ripple of sensation into you. You know you must be soaking wet; your body is just sex now. He moves to his knees, pulls your swaying form to him, your toes failing to find purchase on the floor, and rests his cheek against your hip, his fingers combing through your pubic hair.

You’d thought, when you agreed to this, that he would tie you up and then just fuck you, the unfettered access too alluringly. But, truth be told, he has that already, so instead he is exploring the new ways he can see and experience you as you are now.

“You are especially sensitive right here.” His finger runs along the darker skin where your thigh meets your pelvis. You gasp. “I had not noticed that before. I have always been focused here.” Fingers ghost over your vulva. “And your scent…” he draws in a breath. “It very clearly stimulates and enhances arousal.” His tongue circles you clit before sliding into you. You let out a lusty cry. He fucks you breathless for a few moments, before standing.

“I do not believe I have previously mentioned how appealing I find your features,” he says as he gently tilts your head back to run his tongue along your parted lips, your smell on his mouth.

He walks behind you, surveying you as your body sways on the rope, then a finger hooks into the back of the harness and he pulls you to him, one hand on your lifted thigh, holding you steady as another reaches around to fondle a breast.

“Should you consent to doing this again, I think a mirror will need to be added to this room. I believe it would enhance both of our experiences.” He strokes his cock between your buttocks then pulls you back a little more, adjusting you slightly, before a quick thrust buries him in your wet pussy.

Your body contracts in pleasure as he holds himself inside you, slight pulses keeping you filled. Then his movements start slowly with long, deep strokes, stimulating every inch of you. His hand slips down your leg, and two fingers find your clit.

“Uhn!” you cry out, and you feel yourself clench around him in an involuntary spasm. You hear a small change in his breath as his thrusts become harder, stronger, taking advantage of the added tightness. He takes your breath away every time his cock fills you, and the room is full of your moans.

Your inability to move, to wrap your arms around him, to touch him and encourage him, to do anything but take what he gives you, somehow intensifies your sensitivity to his every caress and thrust. He pulls out enough to find that pleasure center, hitting it with such accuracy you’ve no doubt he’s made a mental map of you. Your throaty cries punctuate his strong movements as he plunges into you, over and over, ecstasy building with each buck of his hips. An involuntary shudder runs through you and your muscles spasm around him in that first twinge of your climax.

“That you are extremely sensitive internally,” he murmurs in your ear, “particularly from this angle, has always been quite pleasing to me, but…” He slides out of you, causing you to groan in protest. “…I prefer a different position tonight.”

He returns to his place in front of you, one hand on your hip, the other under your raised leg adjusting you for quick entry. You shudder again as he fills you. You are desperate to be able to reach out and touch him, to hold him against you, and realize this is why you couldn’t do this often.

As if reading your mind, he pulls you to him, a hand intertwining with the back of the halter, the other hand moving to grasp the rope above you, his bicep partially framing your face. You turn your head and run your tongue along his skin, tasting him. You look at his face, his brown eyes, occasionally obscured by the yellow-tinted lenses, focused on you, his intensity as stimulating as anything else he is doing. You watch his lips part when pleasure breaks his composure, and he makes a soft noise and has to draw an unsteady breath. That excites you even more, knowing that you are the reason for this lapse in Tech’s control.

Another involuntary spasm catches you and you moan with it. This time he doesn’t stop fucking you, taking complete advantage of your floating body, pounding his full length in and out of you. You can hardly breathe, your body is overwhelmed by him even before the orgasm locks every muscle into a shivery gasp of pleasure. You feel him slow, taking you through your climax, shuddering moans of thanks falling from your mouth.

It’s not until he slips out of you and you feel his cum down your leg that you realize you’d come together. He kisses you, then begins untying your leg from its raised position. He takes a moment to slide a finger into you and you give a little cry of surprise as you watch him lick it clean.

Carefully he lowers you to the ground, back on your knees. He makes sure you can hold yourself up before fully ending the suspension, and then he makes quick work of releasing you from the ropes. A moment later he lifts you and carries you to the bed.

Gently he checks over your whole body, though you know there isn’t even the slightest rope burn, his work was so precise. You lie on the bed as his fingers run over you, noting that his cock is slightly hard. It hardens more when you grasp it in your hand.

“Once more?” you ask, hopeful. You’ll be sore tomorrow regardless of how he takes you, but you need him inside you again.

Tech considers for a moment, then lies flush to your side, your hand slowly moving along his length. Your body shivers with lust and vulnerability. His fingers stroke from your sternum to your navel and back, sending sparks of sensation through you.

“I am glad you chose not to include Crosshair and Hunter in this evening.” It had been discussed and, while you’d agreed that it would be a particularly exquisite torture for them, you’d felt having them there would be too much, despite that they would only have been allowed to watch. “As it turns out, I would not have wanted to share you, even if they were simply observing.”

You don’t have time to process his words, as his fingers stop their journey mid-stroke, so he can lift off his goggles, showing you his naked golden-brown eyes. And there is still no time before he is on top of you and inside of you and your mouths are pressed together. 

And, this time, your hot breath does not impede his view of your face in ecstasy.

*

The rest of the series can be found here.

Warning: It gets kinkier.

The smutty fic gods have blessed me again. Thank you, @elslittlestories

This is fucking (heh) amazing!

Inspired by So she did, by @bring-backup-99

A delicious three way with a special guest that will be worth your while !

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Warning: nudity, explicit sexual position

All That We Need

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PAIRING: tech x fem reader, the batch x fem reader

SUMMARY: They get back from an assignment faster than you expect. You’ve missed Tech a bit extra.

WORDS COUNT: 1632

RATING + WARNINGS: 18+, spicy, porn with minimal plot, PiV, sex against a wall, semi-public sex, domestic fluff

NOTES: This is Part 46 of my ongoing reverse harem “Bad Choices” smutlet series on Ao3. Yes, this is how I channeled my extra energy after the Season 2 finale.

It’s written in second person, and my heroine has a very established relationship with the Batch.

When you come home, you’re surprised to hear Wrecker calling your name as you walk through the bar. He, Hunter, and Crosshair are sitting in a booth, clearly a number of drinks deep.

“I wasn’t expecting you back for a few rotations,” you smile, as you slide in next to Crosshair, who immediately drapes a long arm around your shoulders.

“We’re very efficient,” he drawls.

You look around. “Where’s Tech?”

“Upstairs. Probably sleeping,” answers Hunter.

“Sleeping?” You look at him incredulously. They all give little shrugs.

“He has to…occasionally,” says Crosshair.

“Mmmm…okay,” you start to extract yourself from the booth. “Let me drop off my stuff and then I’ll come down, with or without him.” Crosshair rolls his eyes but lets you go.

You open the door, and, sure enough, Tech is quietly snoring, slumped over on the couch, his datapad still firmly in his hand but resting on his lap.

You put your bag down at the entrance and leave him undisturbed.

“Told you!” exclaims Wrecker, when you’re back in the booth.

“What did you do to him?” you laugh. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen him asleep when the suns are still up.”

“We made him work extra hard so we could get back and start drinking.” You poke Crosshair in the ribs, and he feigns injury then passes you his glass. You take a sip.

“I haven’t eaten, and I can’t keep up with you boys even when I have. Let’s go to the cantina and get something. Someone leave Tech a message?” Hunter nods. “Then we can come back here and close this place down.” You wave at the bartender as you walk out. “He’ll put these on my tab.”

The walk to the cantina is short, but Wrecker and Crosshair draw it out by picking you up and then passing you back and forth, Wrecker occasionally pressing boozy kisses to your cheek. Once you sit down, you order something you’ve always wanted to try but never had enough people for: the giant bowl of noodles. After seeing Wrecker and Crosshair’s ability to pack away huge amounts of food, this is clearly the time.

After you fill up, you watch the three of them finish the hot pot and enjoy their dynamic. Crosshair is in an excellent if mischievous mood as he goads Hunter and Wrecker into a small round of competitive storytelling, both trying to impress you with tales of the triumphant uses of their divergent skill sets.

“You both sound very good at your jobs!” you laugh. “I could hardly call you anything but experts.” You ruffle Hunter’s hair and kiss him on the cheek. Wrecker leans over to collect his as well.

Back at the bar, you sit on Wrecker with your legs over Hunter and Crosshair’s laps. You drink slowly, knowing full well that their tolerance is much higher than your own. Much, much higher, and you refuse to get drawn into their drinking games.

“You just made that one up,” you say to Crosshair, as he proposes a game that requires much more skill than anyone could possibly have at this stage of the night.

“Ah, he didn’t,” laughs Hunter. “Picked that one up from some regs who’d just got back from Ryloth.”

“I’m an adult. I don’t need drinking games in order to drink.”

“You’re no fun,” says Crosshair. You shrug.

“And to prove that, I’m going to bed. I don’t know about you, but I had a long day, and I was not expecting you to make it longer,” you smile and point to them accusingly.

“Ugh, you really are no fun.” You climb over him and kiss his cheek.

“We both know that’s not true.” You wave goodnight to the bartender, who will make sure they don’t pay for any drinks, then head upstairs.

Tech is still on the couch but awake. “Why didn’t you come down?” you ask, as you straddle him, pushing the datapad aside.

“You are inebriated.”

“Just a little.” You start working your fingers under his shirt. He lets you.

“You should hydrate.”

“Probably.” You kiss him. “Bar’s open for at least another hour. Think we can fit one in before they come upstairs?”

“I do not make it a habit of engaging in intercourse with intoxicated individuals.”

“Well, I hope not,” you laugh. “But I’m not ‘intoxicated individuals.’ I’m someone who you know very much wants to fuck right now, and I would be feeling the same way even if I hadn’t been drinking.”

Sure, he’s protesting, but you’ve managed to get his pants undone.

“It’s been too long, Tech. Too long since I’ve had that thick cock in me.”

“It has been three rotations.”

“But it was supposed to be more, and now I have all this pent up energy, all this anticipation, running through me. You’re not going to make me wait longer, are you?” From the feel of his erection, he is not. You kiss him. “I have an idea. Wait here.”

You go into your room and change, coming back in a short dress. You grab his hand, pulling him behind you, and open the door to the apartment. The sound of the bar fills the hallway. You bring him within a few feet of the stairway.

“Fuck me here.” You reach for him, taking hold of his shirt, and pull him to you, gasping into his mouth as he takes your hands and pins them to the wall, grinding against you. After a few moments, he lifts you, holding you up with one arm, and reaches between your legs, the thin fabric of your panties already soaked through. He pushes it aside.

“Remember when you made me stand at the bar and fingered me until I came? I wanted you so badly, I was ready to let you fuck me on this stairwell. I thought about it for weeks.”

He takes his cock out and, in a quick rough stroke, is in you.

“FUCK. Yes.” You groan in pleasure. “Do you think anyone can hear me down there? Shouldn’t you make me be quiet so no one finds us?”

He grunts and his hand covers your lips as he thrusts into you, smothering your cries of ecstasy.

“You were…quite aroused that evening.” His hand slips slightly from your mouth.

“I can’t…believe…you left me there.” Then you bite the side of his palm. He lets you, as he focuses on pounding into you, and you moan. You wrap your arms around his neck, your legs around his hips.

“My goal…was to keep you interested.” He dislodges his hand so that he can put both of them on your ass for better leverage.

“Mission…accomplished. FUCK! Mmmmmmmm…Why…why do I want you so badly?” He slides almost all the way out before slamming back into you. “Why do you…feel so good to me?” Your fingers run through his hair, catching on the goggles strap. He thrusts into you roughly, again and again, his head buried in the crook of your neck. “Oh gods, Tech, you’re going to make me come like this.”

“Say it.”

“No one…no one fucks me like you,” you moan, “No one makes me come like you, Tech. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Fuck, Tech! Oh, Tech,” you gasp. “I’m coming.” And you are, as he pounds into you, your body arches as every fiber in your being contracts as the orgasm crashes through you. He starts to slow slightly.

“Don’t…don’t stop…unless you need to,” you manage to say. “Feels…so good.”

You enjoy the aftershocks as he works to his own climax, your body tingling in pleasure, a ridiculous smile of contentment on your face. His lips find yours and you kiss as he makes the little noises signaling his own orgasm. He holds you against the wall, mouths and tongues as intertwined as your limbs.

“Gods,” you whisper to him. “That was so good.”

“You will need additional hydration before you go to bed tonight.”

You laugh, “Yes, okay.” He slips out of you as he puts you down. You feel his cum soaking your underwear, dripping down your leg.

*

When they finally appear, you’re lying in bed working on your datapad. Tech is next to you doing the same.

“Thought you were tired.” Crosshair raises an eyebrow.

“Felt a bit reinvigorated. Plus, he’s making sure I drink enough water so I’m not hungover.”

Soon you’re surrounded by them, and you’re happy to have your bed filled with their conversation and laughter. Tech gets up after a while.

“Crosshair can sleep on my side,” he says, leaning over to kiss you. “I will work on the couch.”

“That’s what you get for napping during the day,” you smile up at him. He rolls his eyes.

As soon as the space is vacated, Crosshair is on your other side. “Mmmm…it’s nice over here. Doesn’t have the Wrecker divot.”

“Hey!” laughs the big man.

“Or the Hunter butt bowl.” You give Crosshair a little smack, but Hunter does have that ample ass.

“We can’t all be stick-straight, Crosshair,” says Hunter. “Plus, she likes my butt.”

“That I do.” You reach around him to give it a squeeze.

Soon enough, Crosshair is nestled against you, with Wrecker and Hunter practically spooning to rest their arms over you.

“Just get comfy, boys, but don’t squish me. I’m not going anywhere.”

*

Tech looks in at the bodies strewn across the bed. Everyone appears peaceful in their sleep, despite the snoring. Even though he’s not tired, he itches to get into bed next to you, to feel your body curl into his. As he turns back to his work, his thought is simply that everyone looks content.

And that is because everyone is.

*** Read the rest of the series here.

Fair warning: It can get kinky.