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dangraccoon · 1 year ago

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Tech x f!reader (she/her pronouns, otherwise undescribed)

Warnings: Reader is a civilian journalist, jealousy, misunderstandings, pining, Tech is autistic, Kaminoans were assholes, The Bad Batch was abused as children, Referenced Past Child Abuse, it gets a little whumpy but has a happy ending!

All Mando'a used is translated within the story!

Tech’s brow furrowed as you talked animatedly to Wrecker and Echo around the fire. He buried himself in his datapad again, hoping to tune out the nonsense spewing from you to his brothers’ delight. You were too busy telling them about the stories you had woven to notice his frustration, but Hunter certainly did.

He got up, moving from his quiet spot at the edge of the clearing to sit next to his irritated brother.

“Tech?” he questioned.

“Yes, Hunter?”

“What’s wrong?”

Tech momentarily paused his scrolling. “It is of no importance,” he decided.

Hunter’s eyes narrowed. “Tion’cuyir bic kaysh?” [Is it her?]

“Ibac cuyir dini’la,” Tech rolled his eyes. [That is mad.]

“Gar ru'kir cuyir or'atu irudayc at kaysh,” Hunter chuckled. “Gar ru'kir cuyir ori’jaytyc.” [You should be more friendly to her. She is very nice.]

“Vod, gar ganar noy'ganyc gar kov'nyn o'r te akaan. Ni cuy' ratiin irudayc.” [Brother, you have lost your head in the war. I am always friendly.]

“Ibac cuyir osik bal gar kar'taylir bic,” Crosshair drawled from behind them. [That is dung and you know it.]

Great, Tech thought, rolling his eyes.

“O'r haa'keb, Ni mirdir kaysh guuror te dala ori’sol,” Crosshair smirked. [In fact, I think he likes the woman a lot.]

“Ibac cuyir ogir'olar,” Tech growled, a little too quickly, but breathed a quiet admission to himself, as well as Hunter. “Kaysh cuyir ori’mirdala, bal mesh'la.” [That is irrelevant. She is very clever, and beautiful.]

“Hey,” Wrecker shouted across the fire. “What’re you guys talkin’ about?”

Tech’s brow furrowed even more as he went back to his research on his datapad. He hoped that the light of the fire disguised the flush of his cheeks as you carefully observed the group.

You could tell they were talking about you. The boys didn’t have full conversations in mando’a much, usually only utilizing a word or two. You felt your embarrassment heat your face, and you listened to Crosshair and Wrecker bicker about private conversations. Using the growing debate as cover, you rose from the rock you’d been perched on, quietly making your way back to the ship.

Once you were securely in your bunk room, you let out a long sigh. It seemed like the boys were bickering more and more lately and you couldn’t shake the feeling that it was somehow your fault.

A knock at your door shook you from your thoughts.

“Who is it?” you called.

“Echo,” he replied.

You slid the door open, inviting him in.

“What’s up?” you tried to ask nonchalantly.

“Are you okay?”

That caught you off-guard. You’d been with the Bad Batch for almost 3 standard weeks. Sure, you got along fine with them - well most of them - but it wasn’t like you were particularly close.

“Fine,” you shrugged. “Just got tired, I guess.”

“I’m sorry about the others,” he said abruptly.

You hummed a little. You didn’t think anyone needed to apologize, especially Echo, who didn’t get involved.

“Right, well- um, have a good night,” he mumbled, giving you a curt nod before retreating from the room, closing the door behind him.

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The next few days felt rocky, even though most of the squad seemed fine, one member was particularly snarky. Tech wasn’t happy with his brothers, and he made sure they knew. He acted no differently than he had before with you. Indifference seemed to seep off of him when you were near, but he’d leave the space when you joined it, if possible.

By the third day of Tech’s snippiness, you’d had enough, and had begun avoiding him entirely. You were starting to feel irritated knowing that you caused whatever his issue was, but the rest of the squad was taking the brunt of Tech’s anger, and overhearing his conversation with Echo pushed you over the edge. You needed to end this.

Everyone else was out to restock supplies, leaving just you and Tech left on the ship as he worked on repairs. You sat quietly, working on your data pad, nerves starting to get the better of you.

You nearly jumped out of your skin when Tech called your name from the cockpit.

“Y-yeah?” you stuttered.

“I could use an extra set of hands,” he replied easily.

When you entered the cockpit, Tech was sprawled out underneath the control panel, arms elbow deep in the inner workings of the Marauder.

“How can I help?” you asked.

“Well, you can start by getting down here; you’re of no use to me up there,” he said. He thought he said it jokingly. You thought he was snapping at you.

“There’s no call to be rude,” you muttered under your breath, but still plopped down on the floor next to Tech, who scowled at the misunderstanding.

“Now, I cannot let go of these wires here, so you need to take the shrink tubing and put it in place on the other end so that when I reconnect the wires, they will hold in place,” he explained.

You sighed quietly. You’d have to lay on the floor next to him. As you do so, you catch Tech watching you from the corner of his eye. Or at least you thought you did, the moment was so quick. You look under the panel, seeing the parts he was talking about. You picked a piece of shrink tubing up, placing it between your lips so you didn’t lose it. You had to scoot closer to Tech to reach the panel, damn his long arms. The top of your head was inches from his temple now as you scowled up into the machinery. You swear you felt his gaze on you as you worked in the panel. No doubt he had a criticism of your technique or a more efficient way of doing the simple task.

Tech’s mind was running. She agreed to help him, despite the cold shoulder you had recently been giving him. Did that mean you had forgiven him? Could you possibly feel for him as he did for you? No. He refused to let his hopes get the better of him. Yet, here he was, watching you assist him with repairs, laying so close to him, and he couldn’t help but think perhaps the two of you were on a better path. I can fix this, he thought. Perhaps I still have a chance with her.

“Okay, I’ve got the tubing in place. What now?” you asked. When the clone so close to you didn’t respond, you turned your head to meet his eye, almost jumping when you realized he was facing you as well. It took him a moment to come out of whatever stupor he’d found himself in.

Tech shook his head, kicking himself for missing a single word that fell from your lips, a slight blush threatening to creep up from his neck. “Apologies, could you repeat what you said?”

You huffed a little before repeating your request for the next step.

“Right,” Tech flustered, going back to working rather than daydreaming about you, feeling his ears go red.

The two of you worked in tandem, Tech providing instruction on occasion. It was…nice. A little awkward, but nice. Being in such close proximity to a man you were sure hated you was starting to wear on your nerves, so as soon as the four-handed repair was finished, you quickly got up from your spot on the floor, brushing yourself off and beginning to walk away.

Tech panicked internally. “Where are you going?” he asked, sliding out from underneath the panel and sitting up to look at you.

You eyed him suspiciously. “I was going to go for a walk to stretch my legs a little.”

“I see,” he said, looking down at his datapad for a moment before looking back up. “The list of necessary repairs are finished, so I will accompany you.” His heart was pounding in his chest, and he silently thanked the stars for Hunter’s absence.

“That’s…unnecessary,” you uttered, choosing your words carefully.

“Do not be ridiculous,” insisted Tech. “You are a civilian and this planet is unfamiliar. If you were to run into trouble, you may not be able to protect yourself. It is inadvisable to go alone.”

“Oh, am I ridiculous now?” you fumed. This was the straw that broke the eopie’s back. “And helpless? You’ll have to add those to your list.”

Tech felt like he was experiencing whiplash. “My list?”

“I heard you talking to Echo last night,” you barked. “When he asked you about me you told him that I’m ‘hard-headed’ and ‘inappropriate’. That I’m ‘nosy’, my ‘mind is too high in the clouds’.”

“That’s not- I did not mean-” Tech sputtered, realizing he was rapidly falling into a hole he wasn’t sure how to get out of.

“‘Didn’t mean it’? Sure,” you spat, spinning on your heel and rushing out of the ship, begging that he couldn’t see the tears streaming from your eyes.

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“What do you mean ‘she’s gone’?” Hunter demanded.

“She overheard part of my conversation with Echo last night,” Tech replied miserably. You were gone. He’d spent the last hour out searching for you in the jungle that surrounded the ship, but you had turned your comm off.

“The conversation we had last night? You told me you were in love with her,” Echo said, hoping to sooth his bespectacled brother. “Surely she couldn’t be angry about that?”

“She must have left before that,” lamented Tech. His leg was bouncing rapidly as he held his head in his hands.

“Where are you going?” Echo asked as Hunter turned towards the ship’s door.

“To find the civilian journalist we’re supposed to be protecting,” he hummed, stepping out of the ship.

Hunter could see the traces of you as you’d hurried away from the protection of the Marauder; a few footsteps here, a trace of your scent there, recently broken branches and kicked up leaves. It didn’t take him long to find the small alcove you’d found in the side of a steep, rocky hill that overlooked a river.

He approached you wordlessly, making sure to allow his steps to be quite louder than he typically would - he didn’t want to frighten you, after all.

You didn’t acknowledge his presence, you simply stayed in the position in which he’d found you; your knees pulled up towards your chest, leaning against the cool rock, eyes staring blankly over the river. The two of you sat there in silence; you were replaying the last few days in your head on an endless repeat, he was attempting to find something, anything to say.

After a few more beats of simple quiet, you both started to speak, breaking off mid-word to allow the other to talk first.

“We haven’t talked about ourselves much, have we? I mean our lives before the war.”

You shook your head. It had always seemed like a sensitive topic, so you’d never pushed it.

“Our ‘childhood’,” he started, throwing up a set of air quotes. “If you could call it that, well, it wasn’t happy. You know we’re different from the other clones. Well, somehow, the regs didn’t take kindly to that. Most of them anyway. We were outcasts, and before Echo, it was just the four of us. That’s all we ever had, and all we ever needed.

“And then there were the Kaminoans. They were…diligent…in our training. Putting us through exercises the regs didn’t have to. They separated us a lot. I was the leader and they wouldn’t let me anywhere near my brothers during the tests. We were all treated terribly by the Kaminoans, but Tech, he had it the worst. He doesn’t sleep much because they used to keep him awake for days, poking at him, prodding him, pushing him to know more, do more, remember more. He never told us much about the tests. I think he didn’t want to worry us.

“One day he came back to the barracks covered in these little marks. His goggles were broken. He stayed in bed for hours, not moving, just staring at the wall. Then he finally got up, started moving around like a droid. Eventually, he came across a piece of chalk. He started writing on the walls. It was like he was in a trance.”

Hunter’s voice turned dark, his face showing an extreme mixture of disgust, anger, worry. “He was making a blueprint of the suit the Kaminoans were using to train him. It covered his full body with little bits of metal over his pressure points. It was wired to connect to his nervous system. They used it to monitor his emotions, mostly. When he would get excited, they would electrocute him. If he started to fall behind or fall asleep, or if he got overwhelmed. He was in that suit for nearly three days before he finally got sent back to the barracks.

“He refused to show any emotion, even after we graduated and were deployed into the field, for such a long time. If we were all talking, telling stories, laughing, he would just be sitting there. Eventually, the longer we were away from Kamino, he would show little hints that he was still human, like the tiniest bit of a smile. He’d crack jokes. He would get frustrated or angry more often than anything else, though. Those were easier, I guess.

“When Echo joined us, he came to me one night. He said there was something wrong with him, but he didn’t know what. He was shaking uncontrollably, flinching at small noises and his own words. By the time I finally figured out the cause, he was nearly unconscious, basically sleep talking. I don’t know if he really even remembers that night.”

You were stuck silent.

“All that to say, he has trouble, more so than the rest of us. He still doesn’t know how to deal with emotions. It was bred out of him. He was scared when Echo joined us because he was worried that it would change the dynamic of our squad. He was worried that with Echo’s experience and scomp, he’d be replaced. It took a lot of time and a few missteps, but now they’re practically inseparable.. When you joined us, it was easier for him. You’re not meant to be a permanent fixture, so to him, it’s easier not to get attached. But he did.”

“He…got attached?” you gasped.

“I probably shouldn’t say, but he fell for you. Hard,” Hunter smirked. “The second you smiled at him the day we met you, heh, I don’t think I’ve ever heard his heart beat so loud.”

You felt your face flush and you swallowed hard.

“What I’m trying to ask of you is that you be patient with him. He’s still learning to feel, to act with more than his head.”

“That night…around the fire. What were you saying?”

“Hmm?”

“You were all talking in Mando’a. What were you saying?”

Hunter chuckled. “Well, I was trying to give him a push. He was jealous that you were talking to Wrecker and Echo, but didn’t understand why. ‘Course Crosshair had to start teasing him. That night, he told me ‘kaysh cuyir ori’mirdala, bal mesh'la’. Almost couldn’t believe he’d even actually said it.”

You looked at Hunter, confusion plain on your face. He grinned and shook his head. “He said you’re very clever,” he chuckled. “And beautiful’.”

“I’ve been so stupid,” you concluded after a few moments of sitting there, your cheeks flaming hot.

“You didn’t know and he’s still learning how to tell you. Just give him time, let him come to you.”

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Hunter returned to the ship with you in tow just as the sun was beginning to set. Three of the squad started asking questions, arguing and teasing each other as you set foot in the ship once more. The presence of a certain set of eyes on you didn’t go unnoticed.

With the rest of the squad distracted, you sat down near him at his place at the small table.

“Hi,” you nearly whispered, feeling like you were shrinking into the seat.

Tech’s eyes didn’t leave you, even as he said nothing.

“Hunter told me about- well, a little bit- I mean, I couldn’t have- I didn’t know-” you stumbled along trying to find what you were trying to say.

“I meant everything I said last night to Echo,” he asserted. “You are nosy, stubborn, and inappropriate.”

You stared at the table in front of you.

“But Echo helped me realize why you frustrate me so. You are curious, that’s why you seemed nosy. Your will is made of durasteel. You are colorful and wild. You are so similar to myself, yet so different,” he explained. “He helped me come to the logical conclusion after you’d stopped listening.”

“What is the logical conclusion?” you asked, finally looking back at him. His eyes were starry as he looked at you. Despite all knowledge, all fact, all reason, to him you had created the universe for him to explore.

He fidgeted a little, but never took his eyes from hers. “Ni copad kar’tayl gar darasuum, cyare, meh gar kelir duumir ni.”

The room fell silent, save for the loud and steady pounding of two hearts. His brothers watched him in awe, but he didn’t take his eyes off of you.

“What does that mean?” you whispered as he inched closer to you.

“I wish to know you forever, beloved, if you will allow me,” he whispered back, eyes finally dropping from yours to take your hand between his.

“Please, cyare, tell me you feel the same?” he pleaded.

“Tech,” you smiled, using your free hand to cup his cheek. “I’m in love with you, too.”

Neither of you knew who closed the gap, but the kiss felt like a revelation. All the misunderstandings, the confusion, the pain, it was all a distant memory. Vaguely, you could hear the hoots and hollers of the brothers behind you, but that didn’t bother you.

Tech was the first to break the kiss, standing, and pulling you with him.

“Where are you going?” one of the boys called after the pair of you.

“To make up for lost time,” Tech shouted back, closing the door to the cockpit after pulling you through.

Thanks for reading! - River

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mylifeisactuallyamess · 1 year ago

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Sanctuary Masterlist pt2

Sanctuary part one

A/N: So here it is! Part 2!

Prefer AO3? I’ve got you

Warnings: 18+, written mostly from reader pov, she is named, canon torture, abuse, anxiety, panic, terror, angst, ND behaviour, stress, pov shifts between Tech and Stitch, Tantiss, eventually smut, hurt comfort, fluff. This half will be heavier than the last. Follows the trends of season 3.

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Pairing: Tech x F!Reader (Stitch)

Chapter 1: After Bad Batch pov

Chapter 2: Tantiss Reader(Stitch) pov

Chapter 3: We Don’t Leave Our Own Behind Bad Batch pov

Chapter 4: The Cell Reader(Stitch) pov

Chapter 5: Eriadu Bad Batch pov

Chapter 6: Ghosts of Kamino Reader(Stitch) pov

Chapter 7: Betrayal Bad Batch pov

Chapter 8: Power Reader(Stitch) pov

Chapter 9: Paths Unknown Bad Batch pov

Chapter 10: Traitor Reader(Stitch) pov

Chapter 11: Mando’ad Bad Batch pov

Chapter 12: Lau Reader(Stitch) pov

Chapter 13: Reunion Bad Batch pov

Chapter 14: Adjusting

Chapter 15: Pieces of You and Me

Chapter 16: Confessions

Chapter 17: Past Echoes

Chapter 18: Barton IV

Chapter 19: Shadows

Chapter 20: The Plan

Chapter 21: Mirjahaal

#tech the bad batch #tech x reader #tech x f!reader #tech x you #tech tbb #the bad batch #sanctuary #sanctuary part 2

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vaxildanscyare · 1 year ago

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Tech x F!Reader

( +18 )

This is my first time ever writting anything like that on tumblr so I hope it will turn out good. Also please if you aren't adult don't read this.

" Pleasant distraction "

You and Tech had been dating each others for more than a month , to be specific it would be 43 rotations. How you know that well , let's say that Tech always takes notes on important things and for him you were important. You both shared familiar interests , you both were great listeners to each others. . .listening to him ramble about his favorite activities or discoveries always felt pleasant.

Thought recently he had became a little more busy , you didn't knew exactly why. All you seen was basically him sitting in front of his datapad , staring at it , tapping on it. Usually you would understand that since they are pretty busy with their own things - mercenary work. However you missed his company. . .alot. you miss where he had more focus on you.

This day you just couldn't take much anymore , when the rest of the bad batch did their standard supply room you decided to approach Tech who was like usual doing something on his datapad. Your hand softly landed on his shoulder which caused him to switch his attention at you for a moment. Just for a short time before focusing back on his task.

" Need something , cyar'ika ? "

He asked softly , his honey brown eyes stared at the screen of his datapad as he waited for your answer.

" I need you. "

Your voice quiet almost in whisper , when your fingertips gently grazed left side of his neck which caused him to shiver a little. His focus still staying onto his dear device , well he was really determinated to complete his task it seems.

" I'm busy at the moment , give me ten minutes. . . "

You frowned knowing this response pretty well , when he says ten minutes it usually ends up in hour. Not this time. You had quite interesing idea , now moving in front of him to settle down on his lap. Wondering if he still will keep his focus onto it even if you start to just. . .casually stripping off. You swiftly removing your shirt throwing it to the side revealing your blue sport bra.

" Look at me. "

You asked him softly , finally Tech gave up and decided to take a short glance on what you were up to. His breath suddenly hitched as he saw your exposed skin , there goes his focus.

" shit. . . "

He cursed under his breath , his hands now gently landed on her sides. It was like touch of feather however very cold since he was still in his armor. Your hand landing on sides of his helmet to remove it then afterwards landing on his cheeks , holding his face as you lean into kiss. It was gentle however still passionate. The clone trooper returned the kiss , his hands feeling your exposed sides and your back. He pulled away soon realizing that his squad might be back soon they shouldn't of start anything.

" Wait. . .they will come back soon- we shouldn't do th- "

" Don't worry. Hunter would let me know when they will be coming back. They should be away for two hours. "

Wait. . What? His eyebrow raised as you told him that. . .Hunter knew? Was he helping you in a form of wingman and it was all planned out so they had time for each others? He adjusted his goggles thinking about it for a moment and deciding to continue. He pressed soft kisses against your neck , his hands smoothly working to work on removing your sport bra. His kisses now moved from your neck to land in between your breasts. Your one hand landing behind back of his neck to hold him close to your body while your other hand's fingers moving through his brown short hair. His kisses , his touch it felt like your skin is on fire. He made you get up from his lap for a moment so he could lower his pants down a little then revealing his growing erection from his boxers with soft sigh. Meanwhile you worked to remove your pants as well. As you wanted to settle back down on his lap he stopped you.

" First we have to prepare you.

Let me take care of it. "

You felt your cheeks heat up as he said that. Now wondering in what way he would prepare you. He gently set you down on the counter in front of him , his gloved hand pulling your panties to the side. You could feel how your core was burning from just being touched by him in any way. His two fingers sliding between your folds to collect your wetness then licking his fingers clean. You almost felt like with things like those you gonna reach your release. You never seen Tech's side like that.

"If you feel uncomfortable. Let me know. I will stop. "

He said softly , he spreaded your legs and it didn't took long for his head to go right betweeen them. You could feel his tongue teasing your clit , circling his tongue around it for friction which earned a soft shaky moan from you. His fingers sliding in between your folds moving up and down not wanting to penetrate you. His other hand wrapped around his shaft pumping it softly preparing it as well. Two hours sounds like alot but it completly wasn't. Already around 40 minutes passed and it was just his simple foreplay.

" F-Fuck. . . Tech. "

You said in between your shaky moans which caused him to glance shortly at you , quite proud of his work , of which state he was putting you in. Moaning out his name softly. Soon Tech got up , towering over you as you lay down on the counter. His hips positioned in front of yours before smoothly sliding in. Sudden pain.

" Tech. . .stay still please. "

He was a little confused until he gazed down and noticed. . you were virgin. His hands landing on your sides gently caressing them , giving you time to adjust to his size.

" Take your time , you doing perfect mesh'la "

He said gently , his hands still gently caressing your sides as you take your sweet time. You always adored how even Tech didn't seemed like a guy who was affectionate in public he made up for it in private , how he cared about your wellbeing above his personal pleasure.

After a moment as you gave him non-verbal signal that he can continue , he started to thrust softly. The pain turned slowly into pleasure. He kept steady and gentle rhythm leaning now lower to capture your lips with his. You still could taste yourself on his lips. . .and genuinely? It felt great. Your body was burning but his armor was cold which gave quite interesing combination. . . cooling you down basically. He continued to thrust , they became a little more faster , your arms wrapped around him to hold him close. You didn't wanted to let him go like ever , with every thrust you felt like you reached your release closer and closer. It took around ten minutes for you to finally came all over hi shaft and Tech instantly came right after you when your walls clenched around his length. Tech let out loud moan not even knowing that he couldn't release something like that from his mouth.

You two finished just in time , having around twenty minutes to dress up and clean up before the rest of bad batch returns.

#tbb x reader #bad batch x reader #bad batch #the bad batch #tech x reader #bad batch tech #reader x tech #tech x f!reader #smut tech x reader #one shot #tech

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missfrieden · 2 years ago

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Tech as a father Chapter 1

So this is a first time post, as I also have no Idea about how tumblr posts kinda work. But I had this Idea brewing and saved in my folders for way to long, and it is very long, so why not give it a shot.

And It is about how Tech (actually very self insert) had a secret rlationship with a Jedi Healer, and accidents happen. How they managed to keep it secret, and he helped during the birth. While she as painfull as it was, decided to move to a temple far off, to hide the connecton.

Chapter 1: The tiny surprise

The rain fell relentlessly on Kamino, creating a symphony of soft taps against the metallic structures of the facility. The murky clouds veiled the moon, casting an eerie glow over Clone Force 99's quarters. In the midst of the downpour, Tech stood at the entrance, cradling a bundle in his arms, his usually impeccable uniform now glistening from the rain in the sterile light on Tipoca City, his blacks beneath clinging to his form. He took a deep breath, adjusting his grip on the bundle. Inside, little Orion slept soundly, a serene expression on his face that belied the storm outside. Tech had meticulously wrapped him in layers to keep him warm and dry. His keen analytical mind had calculated every detail, ensuring his son's comfort and safety.

As Tech stepped further into the squads’ barracks, the soft conversations of his brothers greeted him. The room was dimly lit, the workstation illuminated by the glow of holographic screen and the subtle blinking of devices. Tech's bunk was situated near the corner, adjacent to the workbench where his projects sprawled. With gentle precision, he made his way toward his bunk, heart pounding with a mixture of anticipation and anxiety. Hunter, Echo, Wrecker, and Crosshair glanced up from their own activities, their expressions morphing from confusion to surprise. The tinkerer of the squad, the one known for his unyielding focus on his gadgets, was holding something... alive?

Tech approached his bunk, careful not to disturb Orion's slumber. With practiced ease, he arranged the bundle in a small, makeshift crib he had fashioned from spare materials. He had calculated the dimensions meticulously, ensuring a snug fit that would let him sleep beside his son. Hunter was the first to speak, his voice tinged with a mix of disbelief and curiosity. "Tech, what's...?"

Tech cut him off with a quiet gesture, his eyes softening as they met Hunter's gaze. He glanced down at Orion, his fingers brushing against the baby's cheek. "This is Orion," he said, his voice a whisper in the stillness of the room. "My son." The squad exchanged glances, their confusion deepening as they tried to process the unexpected revelation. Echo leaned forward, squinting to get a better look at the bundle. "Why is he... here?" Echo finally managed to ask, his voice reflecting the bafflement of the others.

Tech hesitated for a moment, his analytical mind racing to find the right words. "Orion is mine. I will be raising him as his father," he explained, his tone steady despite the emotions that churned beneath the surface. Wrecker scratched his head, a slow grin forming. "Wait, you mean you're like... his dad-dad?" he asked, his brown eyes wide with realization. Tech nodded, a hint of a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "Yes, that's correct."

Crosshair remained quiet, his arms crossed as he observed the scene. His expression was inscrutable, but there was a flicker of something in his eyes, perhaps understanding, hidden behind his usual cool exterior. As the rain continued to patter against the windows, a new warmth seemed to fill the room. The squad members exchanged glances once more, this time with a mixture of surprise, support, and a touch of affection. Tech's careful planning and unexpected announcement had brought them all closer to understanding the complexity of his character, beyond the gadgets and data.

And so, in the midst of the rain's gentle rhythm, Tech settled down beside Orion's makeshift crib, ready to embrace the role of a father, even as his brothers slowly tried to comprehend the depth of his hidden life beyond the battlefield.

Chapter 2 - Masterlist

#tech x reader #tech x f!reader #the bad batch tech x reader #the bad batch #tbb tech #tbb hunter #tbb echo #tbb crosshair #tbb Wrecker #tbb #clone force 99 #tech the bad batch #tech clone force 99 #bad batch tech

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clone-anon · 2 years ago

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Would you be able to write for a fem reader with tokophobia (fear of childbirth) who is looking for new birth control? Maybe telling her boyfriend (Tech please) about her fear? I'm not scared of sex, I'm scared of getting pregnant. Not everyone is comfortable with this topic, so I understand if you don't want to write this but thank you for thinking about it.

Of course I'll give it a shot! This topic is pretty near to my heart, so I hope I do it justice.

A/N: discussion of tokophobia and what it is, discussion of sex in general but no pregnancy scare or anything like that and while it's on the blog, minors DNI

Tech was open to talking about anything. He loved conversation and his communicative way of being made it easy to broach any topic. This, however, was incredibly important and you wanted to get it over with. You'd been together long enough that you wanted to take things further and while you weren't planning on having a baby, you really wanted to be sure it wouldn't happen.

That night you sat with him while he worked on his datapad and decided now was as good a time as any to bring it up.

"Tech," you inquired quietly. "Can we talk when you have a minute?"

He put his datapad down and moved closer to you. "Of course," he replied. He reached his hand out and took yours. "There is nothing pressing at the moment. What do you wish to speak about?"

You took a deep breath and just came out with it. "I have tokophobia."

"Oh," he replied, eyebrows raised. "Are you considering having children in the future?"

You smiled at him. Of course he knew what tokophobia was. Tech seemed to know about everything.

"No, Tech. It's just, we've gotten much closer and if things heat up much more, if we want to have sex, I'm going to need to think about multiple forms of birth control. The last one I was on made me feel awful."

"I believe you mean we need to think about birth control," he said, squeezing your hand. "You are not the only one in this." He pulled you closer so that you sat on his lap. He wrapped his arms around you and kissed your cheek before adding, "I propose we look into this together. I want you to feel completely safe should we decide to be intimate in that way. There are multiple options."

You looked at him, a little surprised. "You're not trying to, I don't know, suggest therapy so I get over it or something?"

"No," he replied. "Not unless you want therapy."

"I don't," you answered. "It's just, everyone who knows this about me immediately wants to see me in therapy. Like I need to be fixed. Like I need to have a baby to be whole."

Tech shook his head. "You do not need to be fixed, cyar'ika. You are whole as you are just as I am whole as I am whether or not I become a father."

"I love you, Tech." You kissed his temple.

"And I love you," he replied with his soft smile and another kiss on the cheek.

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sagittariuswritings · 4 months ago

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best prompt and character combo imo 🥵

Hi, honey!!!! Congratulations on 3K!!!! You deserve all of them!!!!

Would it be possible to get a smutty f!reader for Tech??? With the prompt “How fast do you think i can make you come?” Pleaseee and thank youuu! 💖💖💖

-kaminocasey

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Tech X F!Reader

word count: 850

NSFW

Prompt: “How fast do you think I can make you cum?”

warnings: NSFW, 18+ only. Fingering (reader receving), dirty talk, pussy eating, praises, swearing, dom!tech, reader is female. Established relationship.

Authors Note: thanks for the kind words beautiful. Enjoy ❤️ @kaminocasey

Tech had been seemingly preoccupied ever since the two of you became alone in the Marauder. He would pace, mumble things to himself quietly and even when you asked what was on his mind he would shrug it off. That was until a sudden bolt of courage shot through him when he turns to you and says,

“How fast do you think I can make you cum?”

You’re taken aback, not quite sure you had heard him correctly as you quickly spin round on the pilot's seat to face him with a confused look. “What did you just say?”

“I have been thinking,” he crosses over to you, taking your hands into his and helping you stand, “about stimulating you to the perfect orgasm through an experiment. Or just to simply satisfy us both.”

His words make you blush, unsure where all this had suddenly stemmed from. Yourself and Tech were rather frisky together when alone anyway but that was always after kissing. You had just mindlessly been relaxing when Tech started to discuss this.

“I see…” you say slowly, fingers tracing over the backs of his hands. “And you will be satisfied upon seeing me cum?“

Tech nods, licking his lips as the prospect was already making him clearly around - you too.

You ponder his filthy thoughts, knowing that the two of you would be alone for perhaps another hour or two and if he wanted to do things quickly, you both had plenty of time.

“Who am I to deny my handsome, genius?” You grin in acceptance, tapping his nose once with the tip of your finger but you let out a gasp of excitement when his arms around your waist and you’re being lifted onto the main console.

“I am so very pleased you agreed to this my starlight. If I have learned anything from our sexual endeavors it is that I know what stimulates you the most.” His hands reach the hem of your pants, yanking them down past your hips with your panties without even thinking about undoing the zip or button. “And my tongue on your clit is the best chance.”

Words are failing you, watching your boyfriend get on his knees before you with his warm breath fanning over your now exposed heat. For a second, he presses a few buttons on his left arm and then not even a moment later, his mouth is pressed to your folds.

You almost double over, not quite expecting him to go as hard and fast as he did but Maker, it didn’t half make you moan.

“O-oh gods, Tech!” You’re whimpering, legs threatening to shut over his head as he stares up at you through lust-filled eyes. His hands keep your legs parted, lapping away at your pussy like a man deprived of oxygen before he starts to make a beautiful assault on your clit.

Sucking and pulling, teeth ever so gently grinding over your pearl, you felt that heat pool in your stomach that makes you stutter his name.

Tech grins against you, moving a finger towards your entrance and pushing it inside you for that extra sensation you adored. “You’re close aren’t you? Only a minute in and I can already tell you’re about to cum all over my tongue, mesh’la.”

His voice against you sends vibrations up and down your body, his curled finger pulsating in and out of you. And despite it being slow, it somehow made you want to cum faster. Then, he adds another finger.

“Maker, you’re so fucking good at that.” You pant, eyelids closing as you bask in the feeling of him working away at you like you’re an assignment that needs its deadline met in only a matter of minutes.

Your hand takes a hold of the back of his head, holding him closer to your core as your legs start to sake. Fuck, how are you this close already?

“That is it darling, be a good girl and cum.” He praises, knowing that his words are another way to make you just teeter a little more over that edge.

“Mmmm- f-fuck.” You whimper through gritted teeth, head rolled back.

“Cum.”

And that’s all it took - basically screaming his name in pleasure as a wave of extasy washes over you and came hard. Tech groans, lapping up your pouring juices with his tongue before slamming his hand over his arm to what you assume was a timer.

He pulls back, wiping his chin and stands tall with slightly shaking legs. “Was that satisfactory, darling?“ He asks gently, brushing your hair back with his fingers and leaning his forehead against yours as you cum down from your high.

“You tell me.” You sigh breathlessly, a lazy smile on your lips as he chuckles and checks the results.

“Interesting. I made you climax in approximately three minutes and twenty two seconds.” He comments, not showing an expression if he was pleased with the result or not… until he looks at you with dark eyes and a smirk.

“But I am sure I can do it a lot faster.”

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thezombieprostitute · 10 days ago

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Tech Tuesday: Steve Rogers

Summary:

Warnings: Bad coworkers, Puns. Please let me know if I missed any!

A/N: Reader is female. No physical descriptors used.

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Trying out a new recipe is usually fun, but this time Steve isn't helping like he's supposed to be.

"You're taking a big whisk with this recipe," he teases, making you struggle to hold back a laugh.

"C'mon Stevie, you need to let me concentrate."

"Donut worry, I'll run out soon enough," he smirks as he sees you fighting to not laugh.

"Please, Stevie? You're normally so good about helping me, or at least letting me focus."

"I just don't think you should be wasting your time and using your skills to make cupcakes for Maggie." There's venom in Steve's voice when he says your co-workers name. "I know she's finally leaving but she's always so mean to you."

"I'm not making them for her," you correct. "I'm making them to celebrate her leaving."

Steve chuckles at that. "It's not how she's going to see it."

"And?"

"I just..."

Setting down the utensils you walk to Steve and throw your arms around his neck. You smile when his arms instinctively circle around you, bringing you in close.

"I know you don't like her. I know you think all bullies should know they're in the wrong, and you're absolutely right about that. But I don't have a lot of staying power in my department at the moment and I gotta play nice."

"She never should've been hired," he grumbles.

"And yet, she was," you shrug. "It's just the way of the world. Not all of us can work in a department full of friendly people. Or, well, people who are on good terms with each other."

Steve smiles, grateful that his department doesn't have drama between them. Well, maybe the G's. They've been giving him calculating looks since he won the April Fool's Day prank war. But, unlike a lot of other departments, he knew he could count on everyone to have his back or do the right thing.

"Hopefully the new hire will be nice," he ponders. "And, hey, you'll no longer be the newest person in your department. No longer the newbie."

Your face scrunches a little, "I'm still Newbie, dammit. I've grown to rather like the name."

He gives you a gentle kiss. "You're my Newbie."

"That's right," you giggle. "Now let me finish making these cupcakes!"

"Only if you let me draw you while you work. You know you're my favorite subject."

Heat rushes to your face as you try to break free from Steve's hold. You've gotten better about Steve drawing you. It's even more intimate than him taking photos of you. And in both cases, you always hate how you look. No matter how lovingly Steve draws you, you still see all your flaws.

"How about I let you lick the beaters? Would that work?" Steve's smile drops a little and his eyes go soft with worry. "I'm just not feeling very pretty today."

"Okay," he nods. "You know I don't draw you without permission. Well, not anymore."

Both of chuckle at the memories of Steve drawing you, too afraid to say anything. Hiding his sketchbook every time you stepped a little closer to him.

You break free from Steve's grasp and get back to mixing up the batter.

"So do you know anything about the new hire?" Steve wonders.

"Not really," you confess. "I wasn't involved in any of the interviews or anything. All I really know is that Amelia, my manager, thinks he's cute."

Steve's brows rise, "'he'? That'll be nice for your department."

That makes you laugh a little. "Yeah, a female dominant department like ours could use the variety. And I'm hopeful it'll help keep my coworkers from ogling you every time you visit me."

"They ogle me?" Steve's face furrows in confusion. He's always so focused on you he never noticed anyone else.

You stifle a laugh because you know Steve is earnest. "Let's face it, honeybuns, you're a straight up hottie. I told you, the first time you bent underneath my desk to plug everything in I had to fight the urge to stare at that glorious butt of yours."

Steve blushes as he smiles and your heart skips a beat. It's unfair how cute he is, especially when his cheeks turn so pink.

"But hopefully this new hire will be handsome enough to draw some attention away from you and I can have you all to myself."

"I hope so too," he smirks. "You're the only one allowed to gawk me. At least when it comes to looks. If I do something stupid, everyone's allowed to gawk."

As you get back into the baking you smirk at Steve. "You know, hearing that you didn't realize my coworkers all like to get a good look at you makes me feel like a magician. Because when I'm around, everyone else disappears."

Steve throws back his head as he laughs. When he can finally breathe he says, "you're no magician. You're a drummer because you make my heart skip a beat."

"If I'm a drummer, you're a gardener. Because you've planted yourself into my heart," you counter.

The back and forth continues, and before long the cupcakes are in the oven. Steve takes that as his cue and goes to turn on some music so the two of you can slow dance until time to get the cupcakes out.

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sagittariuswritings · 4 months ago

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Darling

Pairing: Tech x F!Reader

Word count: 3.5k

Prompt: Mostly fluff, a teensy sprinkle of angst. No use of Y/n

Warnings: typical canon violence, smooching, slightly awkward situation

a/n: i just started the bad batch a few weeks ago and while i haven't finished season 3 yet, i have unfortunately recently became a victim to plan 99. needless to say, i took that personally, considering i haven't written something in years. tech took a minute to grow on me, but when i fell for him i fell harder than he did (i'm so sorry i'm trying to cope ok i'm still recovering) - i'll stop rambling now, but basically this probably sucks as i'm super rusty so i do apologize! look at this as a way of me getting back on my feet and potentially dipping my toes into writing more wooo! (btw this fic was supposed to be a flashback in a different fic i was writing. i ended up liking this as a standalone and trashing the other one) *not proof read!*

"I've always wanted to visit Alderaan. I would've preferred to see it with its endless blue sky and warm sun, though, not during the rainiest time of the year." You frowned a little, stepping out of the Maurauder with Omega, Tech, and Echo while Hunter & Wrecker stayed on the ship.

"Y'know, as much as it rained on Kamino, I still love it!" Omega chirped, smiling up at the sky and allowing the water to fall onto her face.

That was enough to make you smile. You made your way over to her and pulled up the hood of her cloak so far up that it covered her face. "Hey!" She griped, reaching up to move the hood to rest atop her head. You smirked, a small chuckle passing your lips as she lightly bumped a closed fist into your side.

"You'll catch a cold if you're not careful with your admiraiton for the rain." You commented, your left hand coming to land softly on her shoulder.

"You'll catch my wrath!" She giggled, raising her fists in a fighting manner.

"Ooooh I'm so scared" You teased, hands over your heart in false fear.

Tech had his nose in his datapad as per usual, but he kept at least one eye the two of you as the banter continued.

"You should be!" She went to tackle you (All 60 some-odd pounds of her), when Echo held her back by her wrist.

"Alright, that's enough, children." He shook his head, a small smile on his lips. Not that he minded the sibling-like banter, he was just more focused on the mission.

"Right... We're stealing fancy clothing from a corrupt businessman?" You recalled, pulling the hood of your well-worn cloak up onto your head.

"That is one way to put it, yes. Cid has instructed us to steal a singular container filled to the brim with items of clothing that someone on her endless list of clientele is paying good credits to get their hands on. Or paws, whichever species this client is, I am unsure." Tech had put his datapad away now, attention on the three in front of him.

"Didn't exactly see myself visiting Alderaan for the first time for illegal purposes... Hopefully its as easy as she made it sound." You sighed, pulling your scarf up to serve as a mask to cover below your eyes. You'd rather not be caught stealing with your face on display. Ideally, you'd like to return here in the future simply on a mission to enjoy the planet.

"When is it ever as easy as she makes it sound?" Tech returned your sigh with a sigh of his own, his eyes meeting yours.

"Fair point. Let's get this over with."

The trek to the village was a rather long one.

A quiet cuss slipped past your lips as the rain soaked through your old cloak, making its way to your clothes - which were quickly becoming damp, and likely soon to be drenched considering the rain wasn't letting up any time soon.

You hadn't noticed Tech glance back at you until his pace slowed to meet yours, Echo and Omega now leading the group. "It appears that your old reliable cloak isn't quite as reliable as you've claimed it to be." Behind his goggles, his eyes searched for yours, which were trained on the path until he spoke up.

"Well, did I mention I picked it up on Tatooine?"

"A planet that never rains?"

"That's the one."

"That was hardly a wise choice, considering the terrible business-folk scattered all over that planet. Not to mention the fact that they were selling you a cloak that I presume was labeled as rain resistant?"

"It wasn't for sale." You bumped shoulders with him. With your scarf pulled over your mouth, he was unable to see the small mischievous smile forming on your lips, but your eyes told the same story of mischief.

His steps stuttered for half a second as he processed your words. "Allow me to get this straight - you stole a cloak off of a desert planet and assumed it could protect you against all weather?"

"I never claimed it was the wisest decision I've ever made." You shrugged, fingers pulling the cloak as close to you as possible.

"It wasn't an entirely horrible decision if you were planning to use it for certain desert purposes, such as easing the rays of the sun or breaking the harshness of the wind. The horrible decision was keeping the cloak and using it for rain." He stated, poking the sopping material covering your body.

"I'm well aware of this, thank you, Tech." You mumbled, sounding a bit defeated as you returned your gaze to the path ahead.

Tech decided against speaking on his thoughts. Instead, he chose to let his actions speak for him later.

The mission was going well thus far. The four of you were in a storage room connected to the clothing store. Unfortunately for all of you, Cid's client had a list of everything that was supposed to be in the container. Omega and Echo were sorting through the clothing while Tech was checking off each item on his datapad. You were standing guard by the door that connected to the store, just in case the storeowner entered the room. Your cloak was discarded in a corner of the room, not planning on putting that thing back on.

"Everything alright? Do I need to fly overhead for a quick escape?" Hunter's voice sounded over the comms, probably wondering why no one's checked in for a while.

"Quite alright, Hunter, it's taking a hair longer than previously anticipated to make sure all the contents are in this container." Tech responded.

A moment or so goes by when you hear Omega gasp. You turned in their direction, and Echo was blocking your view. "We're ready to go." He said, something off in his voice. You squinted your eyes up at him before nudging him out of your original line of sight.

"You good?" You asked Omega, who was making her way over to you.

"Yep! I uh- almost got my finger stuck in the container, is all."

Hardly believable, so you shift your gaze to Tech, who had his nose buried in his datapad for a moment before he looked up at you. "All set."

Beyond confused but ready to return to your warm blankets on the Maurauder, you pushed your suspicions to the back of your mind and shrugged, heading towards the exit when the door you had just walked away from slid open, revealing the unsuspecting storeowner, a rather high-class looking woman behind him.

"Shit." All of you, including Omega, cursed.

"What the blazes is going on here?!" The storeowner roared, blaster raised, to which you raised your blaster in his direction.

The woman behind the man turned around and ran out of the store, more than likely to find local authorities, or even more likely, her personal bodyguards.

The storeowner wasted no time shooting a blaster bolt in you direction, which you narrowly dodged, but not narrowly enough. The smell of something burning quickly reached your nostrils and the slight burn in your right shoulder following made you groan. Tech noticed this immediately and wasted no time sending a stun bolt into the man's chest, sending him backwards and onto the floor with a loud thud.

"Hunter, we may need that pick-me-up." Echo tapped into his comm as the four of you slipped out the back door, the container of clothes in his arms. Omega followed Echo, and you followed Omega, Tech bringing up the rear. Your brain barely had time to register the faint presence of his hand on your lower back before blaster fire erupted on your right. Both you and Tech put yourselves in front of Omega & Echo, Tech close at your side you as you each sent stun bolts in the direction of the blaster fire.

"Sooner better than later, Hunter!" Echo griped, trying not to drop the container as you all continued forward, finding cover in the trees. You'd expected a snippy response from the sergeant over the comms; instead the response was the sound of the Maurauder flying overhead, cables quickly dropping down to where the four of you were.

"What happened to quick and easy stealth mission?" Hunter grumbled over the comms, holding the ship steady as Echo hooked the cable to the container.

Rolling your eyes, you focused your blaster fire, trying to cover Omega as she made her way to the cables. She ended up slipping in the mud, letting out a squeak as she did so. Concern and adrenaline rushed through you. You threw a glance at Tech, silently asking him to cover you as you ran to Omega's side, picking her up and handing her to Echo on top of the container. "Go!" You shouted at them, returning some more blaster fire.

The cable pulled the container with Echo & Omega atop up to the ship, to safety, as you turned on your heel to aid Tech in your escape, but you hadn't noticed that Tech made it to the second cable until you felt his arm wrap around your waist and pull your body close to his. He immediately recognized he had startled you. "Apologies, but we must hurry. Hang on." His hold on your waist tightened as the cable pulled the both of you to safety, your back pressed into his broad chest and both your hands holding onto his arm around your middle for dear life. Similar to Wrecker, you weren't too entirely keen on heights.

When you finally reached the ramp of the Maurauder, you and Tech separated, but only slightly. As you both rushed inside, his hand had remained on your lower back yet again, making sure you made it inside safely.

"Hang onto something." Hunter shouted, and the ship jerked seconds after. You would have fallen over if Tech hadn't grabbed your hand and practically dragged you to the seats. Once secure, you relaxed just a hair. You almost wondered how you were able to keep calm as Hunter was moving the ship around so frantically, when you realized your hand was tightly gripping Tech's. You almost let go, but his eyes were already gazing into yours. "I've got you."

Once the ship finally entered hyperspace, you felt like you could breathe a little better, your hand going limp in Tech's hand and head lowering a little in exhaustion. "Let us have a look at your shoulder." He waisted no time making sure you were okay, already on his feet in front of you, slowly allowing your hand to drop so that you could release the safety bar.

Grumbling something under your breath, you reluctantly stood. "It's quite literally just a scratch, Tech... We don't need to waste supplies on something so small."

"Would you like for it to become infected and turn into something far worse than its current state?" Tech quickly replied. He hadn't removed his helmet yet, but you didn't need to see his face to know that his face was in a pinch

Holding his gaze for a moment, you debated on what to say, but you were too tired to argue. Wordlessly, you turned, making your way ahead of him to the bunks. You took a seat on the edge of one of the bottom bunks, looking up at him expectantly. "What do you need from me, Doc?" You teased, folding your arms over your chest.

Tech removed his helmet, gently setting it beside you before focusing his eyes on your shoulder. He removed his battle-worn gloves, trying to be as sterile as possible. Gently, he moved some fabric of your top around, trying to get a better look at the wound. A sigh passed his lips. Sure, the blaster bolt hadn't made a significant impact, but for just a graze, it wasn't pretty. "This is not simply a scratch, Cyar'ika."

His choice of words caused your heart to stutter, and you felt like a handful of butterflies stirred in your stomach, even if you didn't understand what it meant. You were suddenly aware of every slight touch of his, feeling like your skin was on fire from such a small touch on your shoulder.

As he stood straight, Tech hesitantly spoke up. "I need you to remove your top."

You blankly stared at him, still adjusting to his nickname for you only a moment ago. Taking a moment to gather your senses, you muttered "At least take me to dinner first." Your hands dropped to the hem of your shirt, beginning to remove your shirt when you felt Tech's hands cover your own, a hint of... was that concern in his eyes? You couldn't tell.

"While I hardly see how me taking you out to dinner has any impact on mending to your injury, I-"

"Oh my stars, Tech-" You let out a laugh, gently taking his hands into your own for a moment. "I was joking... We... Can discuss dinner another time." Giving him a warm smile, you released his hands, returning to the task of removing your shirt. You discarded your shirt onto the floor, doing your best to relax as you sat in front of Tech, now only wearing a bra from the waist up.

Unsurprisingly, Tech was a complete and utter gentleman. He only took half a second to regain composure before he returned to the task at hand: Your shoulder.

As his fingers began working at dressing your wound, he could almost sense the tension beneath your skin since you removed your top. "Do try and relax," His voice was just as soft as the occasional dance of his fingers along your skin. "I've got you."

You could've melted in that very moment, but if you had, Tech would've more than likely scolded you for not holding still. Admittedly, you wanted nothing more than for his touch to never leave your skin.

"What does that word mean? Cyar'ika?"

Silence and stillness met your question, causing you to look up at Tech. Not often was he silent when asked a question, normally he'd flow into a long, more often than not, complicated, answer. It only took a few seconds before he cleared his throat and spoke up, but it was noticable to you.

"Cyar'ika originates from the Mandalorian language, Mando'a. It translates to terms of endearment," The lighting on the Maurauder was horrible, but you could make out the faintest touch of pink on his cheeks as he continued. "such as darling or sweetheart." He finished laying the bacta over your wound, almost hesitant to meet your gaze.

All you could hear was the distant hum of the Maurauder in hyperspace and the relatively fast beat of your heart against your chest.

"I... got you something."

"What?" You blinked. When the kriff did he have time to get you something recently?

As Tech stepped away, you leaned down to grab your previously discarded shirt, pulling it over your head. He removed his pack from his back and set it on the floor to rummage through it. At the top of the pack was a green cloak, which he tugged out. He took a seat beside you on your right, the material resting in his hands. "I would not recommend wearing it around Ord Mantell any time soon, you may run into a very unhappy client of Cid's."

Before your fingers reached the cloak, you froze, trying to read his face. "What do you mean? Wha-" Realization dawned on you. That's why Omega was acting so odd and why Echo had not so subtly tried to block your view of Tech earlier. "You did not!"

"Steal from a client of Cid's and completely erase it off of the list of items that the client requested?" He looked proud of himself. "I did."

"You-" Your hands covered your mouth as you stifled a laugh. "I cannot believe you did that!"

"Well it seemed reasonable, considering how horrible the promised payment was, and I simply could not allow you to keep wearing that awful cloak from Tatooine." All he did was shrug before he lifted it a bit, giving you a better look at it. It had more material to cover the chest than your previous one had, which would give much better guarantee of not getting drenched in the rain. "I scanned the material of each item in that container, and this one seemed the best fit for what you need. May I?" He ebbed it towards you, hinting to helping you adorn it.

You nodded, a smile seeming to take permanent residence on your lips for the time being. He lifted it above your head before lowering it onto your shoulders, the hood resting weightlessly atop your head. Tech quietly reached into your space, adjusting your hair as needed, seemingly knowing that the cloak had trapped your hair uncomfortably beneath its material. Finally, he adjusted a few stray hairs along your face by tucking them behind your ears, and leaned back a little, admiring his work and allowing his hands to settle on his thighs.

"The material is Gabal wool. Gabals are a furry creature native to and often discovered on Rhinnal, particularly the Zirfan Glacier. According to my research, Rhinnal is quite an extraordinary planet. Located in the Darpa sector of the core worlds, there seemed to be incredible medicinal breakthroughs- Are you alright?"

Busted. You couldn't help but adore him more than ever in this very moment. The break of his tangent brought you back to reality, blinking a few times before responding. "Sorry, I didn't mean to make you stop. I just-" Words were difficult right now as you practically choked down the feelings that were bubbling to the surface. "I appreciate you." Horrible choice of words. Obviously you loved the entire crew, including Tech, and you were pretty certain he was aware of this, but saying it directly to his face while you were juggling the feelings in your heart just didn't seem possible. "I love it when you explain things in great detail." That wasn't a lie, you definitely enjoyed listening to him talk.

"You do?" His voice was quieter now.

Nodding and your heart quickening, you spoke up once more. "What was that Mando'a word? Cyar'ika?" It was his turn to nod. "Can I call you that?"

Tech actually looked confused for a brief moment before speaking. "Of course... It's a term of endearment." He reminded you, that faint pink hitting his cheeks once again.

"I know. Thank you... Cyar'ika."

A number of heartbeats passed before his right hand found your left that was resting quietly on your thigh, lacing his fingers through your own. With his left hand, cupped your cheek. His honeyed eyes searched yours for consent, and you gave the faintest of nods before he leaned in to press his forehead against your own, dropping his gaze to take a moment to reminisce in your touch.

Like the waves on Kamino, Tech's lips crashed into your own. While you had been expecting it, it still caught you a little off guard. His left hand trailed from your cheek to the side of your neck, his thumb resting on your cheek, as your right hand traveled from his wrist to land on his chestpiece.

Too soon, he broke the kiss, his breathing heavy, matching your own. Your foreheads remained against each other, and when he went to sit up, you grabbed the upper edge of his chest piece and pulled him forward, accidentally bumping noses together as it was your turn to kiss him first. This urged a small gasp to escape him, not expecting the sudden contact. A small smile crossed your lips as you noticed his surprise, your right hand moving upward to the side of his neck as your lips parted, his own lips following in suit shortly.

You leaned into him, and his right hand released your left, and found your thigh, giving it a gentle squeeze, which earned a small noise of pleasure to escape you. Your left hand dragged up his arm from his hand, and landed on his shoulder, which you used to help pull yourself into his lap. He helped, of course, the hand on your thigh making its way to your hip for a moment.

Tech's left hand made its way to the base of your skull, finding your hair, which only encouraged another noise of pleasure from you. You felt his lips shift into a smirk before breaking the kiss, his eyes meeting yours immediately. "Do not allow me to forget to note your sensitive areas."

That earned him a smack on the chest, and a laugh from you. "You're a smug little shit. I know you, you wouldn't forget the galaxy's most difficult mathematical equation."

He returned your laugh with a soft chuckle, and reached up to cup your cheek again with his left hand. "You cannot imagine how long I have wanted to do that."

You leaned in for another kiss when knock at the door interrupted the two of you, both of your bodies tensing for a moment.

"A ridiculously long time. It's about time. Come on, you two, we need you out here." Hunter. Of course it was Hunter. Hunter and his stupid heightened senses.

#tbb tech x fem reader #tbb tech x reader #tbb tech x f!reader #tech x reader #tech #tbb tech #tbb #the bad batch #bad batch #star wars the bad batch #star wars

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dangraccoon · 1 year ago

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Master List - Tech

Key: ⛈️ = Angst 🧸 = Fluff 🩹 = Hurt/Comfort ❤️‍🔥 = Smut [18+ ONLY] 🪭 = Suggestive [18+ ONLY] 🚧 = Coming Soon!

Tech / OC

❤️‍🔥The Courtesan

Tech / Gender Neutral Reader

🧸Reminders

Tech / Feminine Reader

🩹What I Said

Tech / Masculine Reader

❤️‍🔥Resourceful

Tech / Canon

🪭Evidence and Luck Tech/Phee

🪭Eventually Tech/Phee

No Ship & Platonic

🩹Hell's Comin' With Me

Thanks for reading! - River

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c-ones-adults-only-club · 1 year ago

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Oops, I dropped something.

Holy moly that was damn hot.

Caught on Camera

3.7k words - NSFW

Tech's loses a screw in his bed and finds your earring instead. He looks back through some camera footage to see how it may have gotten there. Turns out you had gotten more than comfortable in his cot.

Piggyback's a tiny bit off of an earlier fic. Just barely though. Enjoyyy

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Tech marched to his cot, flipping a few parts around in his hands as he went. They needed tweaking, possibly a complete overhaul, but regardless, he was set on documenting his repairs. He’d installed a motion sensor, barely detectable, microcamera in the upper corner of his cot for such occasions. While he rarely needed to review his procedures, he found satisfaction in adding to his archive.

Shoving aside chords and spare parts, Tech swung his feet up, unfazed by the clutter that surrounded him. His brothers often questioned how he managed to sleep amidst the chaos of tools and bolts scattered around him. To them, it was a horror, but to Tech, it was a carefully organized system . He found the idea of having to get up for common parts more horrific.

As Tech delicately removed a small screw, the piece slipped from his grasp, bouncing off his fingers, and, by the sounds of it, into the corner behind him. . With unwavering focus on the device before him, Tech maneuvered his fingers into the tight space, determined to retrieve the errant screw. The first thing he felt was definitely not the screw.

Examining the object in his hand, Tech raised an eyebrow in surprise. "Hold on," he muttered to himself, turning the item over in his palm. Upon closer inspection, it became evident that it wasn't a stray screw at all, but rather a piece of jewelry—a stud earring, to be precise. Intrigued, Tech glanced around his immediate surroundings, searching for any other anomalies, but found nothing amiss.

Glancing at the cot hanging on the opposite wall of the Marauder he had no doubt the earring was yours. The question lay in how it found its way into his cot. Closing his fist around the stud and setting aside his projects, Tech left his cot to grab his datapad. Once in hand, he settled back into his usual spot, plugging into the dataport next to his cot, and began sifting through the camera footage.

While Tech seldom needed to review the recordings, he was meticulous in his examination. As the footage played, he focused intently, scouring for any unexpected visitors in his personal space.

It didn’t take long for him to find the clip. More than 30 rotations ago, you appeared on screen, settling onto the edge of his cot, looked towards the exit, and pulled yourself fully up into the bunk. Mimicking your actions, Tech leaned out to survey the area for any potential interruptions before returning his attention to the footage, his curiosity piqued.

As Tech continued to watch the footage, he observed your relaxed demeanor as you settled into his space, making yourself at home. Your hands explored the surroundings, tracing the sketches adorning the wall and the edges of his bed before coming to rest on your stomach. Tech glanced at the pillow beside him, surprised he hadn’t picked up on your scent.

In the video, you leaned back, seemingly preparing to relax, prompting Tech's curiosity to peak. He watched intently as you closed your eyes briefly, a fleeting moment of apparent calm. However, your fingers soon began to fidget, and your eyes opened again, scanning over his drawings. Tech observed with a mixture of fascination and perplexity as you pulled your shirt from your pants, revealing the skin below your navel.

Tech didn’t have time to consider what you were doing before your hands got to work on your pants. Adjusting his goggles and bringing the datapad closer to his face, he watched intently as you deftly worked on your pants, effortlessly opening them just enough for your hand to slip inside. Even through the fabric, the movements of your fingers were unmistakable

Tech reared back slightly, his mind racing with thoughts. He paused the video, freezing the image of you lost in your own touch, unaware of the camera recording your actions. His thumb wandered along your silhouette, he’d witnessed you sleeping and caught you off guard on occasion but this felt very different.

Although you were technically intruding upon his personal space, Tech reasoned that you likely believed you were not being watched. Holding his breath, he hesitated for a moment before pressing play, eager to see how the situation would unfold.

Tech's eyes widened as a mixture of disbelief and arousal washing over him. Your actions were intimate in a way he hasn’t expected. His hand instinctively moved to adjust his goggles, his focus unwavering on the datapad screen as you continued.

Your hand dove farther into your pants while your free hand slid up your body and onto your chest. The hand on your chest mirrored a moment he couldn't forget—the moment he had separated you and Crosshair by means of a hand Crosshair’s shoulder and another your chest.

He heard you hushedly moan, “Tech.” The way you said his name sent a shiver down Tech's spine, his heart rate quickening in response.

He hesitated for a brief moment, torn between shutting off the video and continuing to watch. It wasn't until he felt the undeniable strain against his own pants that Tech finally forced himself to pause the recording. His mind raced as he pieced together the timeline of this event, recalling the mission with the 501st that had stirred up unresolved feelings and tension between you and the Bad Batch.

Tech watched you in his cot and a small smile came to him. Evidently it was his touch that had the most impact. With a thoughtful expression, he uncurled his hand, the stud earring still nestled within his palm. Casting a glance at the concealed microcamera, Tech knew he had to handle this situation delicately.

As he pondered his next move, Tech considered the whereabouts of his teammates. Echo and Hunter were engaged in a meeting with a Jedi general, Crosshair and Wrecker were occupied restocking supplies, and you had taken on the task of handling rations. You made it clear you were only handling the rations this time.

Glancing at the time displayed on his datapad, Tech calculated that you would soon be returning. With a sense of anticipation, he tapped the corner of his datapad, preparing himself for your imminent arrival.

He pinched the earring between his thumb and forefinger to place it on your pillow. Unplugging from the dataport, Tech went to stand in the Marauder’s doorway. Leaning against the frame, he appeared engrossed in his datapad, though his mind was preoccupied with thoughts of your impending return.

As he scrolled through the datapad, Tech played out various scenarios in his mind, preparing himself for the interaction to come. He wanted to handle the situation with finesse, ensuring that neither of you felt uncomfortable or embarrassed.

Soon enough, he spotted you approaching, a hovercart laden with rations in tow. Your smile was warm as you greeted him, not at all surprised to find him waiting. You chuckled lightly as you shook your head, teasing him by saying, "Guess I shouldn't be surprised you're already done with your tinkering," you remarked, your tone affectionate.

Tech remained focused on his datapad initially, not looking up as you approached. "I've told you, it's not 'tinkering,'" he reiterated, his tone matter-of-fact. With a casual push off the doorframe, he straightened up. "Besides, there's another matter that has arisen, and I require your assistance with it."

You leaned casually on the handles of the hovercart, feigning nonchalance. "My help? Must be pretty desperate," you teased, eliciting a bored, almost annoyed look from Tech. Chuckling at his reaction, you urged him to lead the way, pushing the cart toward the ship. "Fine, fine. Let's get whatever it is over with."

Following Tech inside, you watched curiously as he handed you his datapad. He retrieved a long cord from beneath his cot and plugged it into the device and the dataport beside his cot. Pointing towards your cot opposite his, he instructed, "You may sit there."

You followed Tech's suggestion and settled into your cot as he maneuvered into his bunk, opening a panel beside the dataport. "I need to calibrate a camera I installed in my bunk.”

The word 'camera' caught you off guard, and you struggled to maintain your composure, your surprise barely contained to a single raised eyebrow. "Since when do you have a camera in your bunk?" you asked, trying to sound casual despite the rush flooding your mind. Inside, you felt a sense of panic at the implications of what might be hidden in the camera's memory. Your heart raced as a live feed of Tech working on the datapad panel appeared on the screen, confirming your suspicions.

"For playback purposes when I make repairs," Tech said with a shrug of a shoulder. "It can prove useful for reference purposes. However, I've never found the need for it," he added with a smirk of triumph.

Internally, a wave of relief hit you. It seemed that Tech had never bothered to review the footage, which eased your earlier concerns. "So, you just have a constant recording going?" you asked, trying to sound bored.

Tech shook his head, scoffing at the suggestion. "That would be unnecessary," he replied. "The camera is motion-activated. Recording only initiates when someone moves in front of it. Even I would find it tedious to scour a constant feed for a single event.”

You nodded, your attention fixed on the screen as you watched Tech's movements. The camera panned smoothly, capturing every adjustment he made. "I'm not sure what I am looking for, but the view looks fine," you said.

“Sarad.” The mention of the Mando’an nickname caught you off guard and put you on high alert.

“Hmm?" you responded, feigning nonchalance as you hummed out a reply. Onscreen, Tech closed the wall panel and settled back into his cot, positioning himself to face the camera directly. His gaze locked onto the lens, and even through the video feed, you felt the weight of his stare, a subtle kind of eye contact.

"I believe I found something of yours, it is on your pillow" Tech said, pointing towards you as he addressed you directly. Your gaze followed his gesture, and sure enough, there it was—a tiny stud earring perched on your pillow. You brightened at the sight, recognizing your lost jewelry.

Ditching the datapad, you plucked the earring and returned it to its rightful place in your ear. You beamed at Tech, who was now looking directly at you. “Tech, thank you! I thought it was lost for good.” Already forgetting the previous circumstances, you asked, “How in the stars did you find it?”

Tech's gaze softened as he watched you reclaim your earring, a subtle smile playing at the corners of his lips. "I stumbled upon it recently during my ‘tinkering’ as you say."

Your beaming dimmed with a bit of confusion as he continued, "It was nestled in an unexpected place—in my cot, of all locations." He paused, allowing the implication of his words to sink in.

A short, nervous laugh bubbled out of you. "In your cot? How did it end up there?" you asked in a bad play confusion. You suddenly knew exactly how you came to lose it.

Tech's eyes narrowed as he soaked in your reactions. He was committing this interaction to memory. Never having experienced exchanges like the ones you two shared, and with nothing to relate it to, he found himself struggling to predict the next outcome.

He cleared his throat before speaking. "Actually," he began, his tone betraying amusement, “I do have an idea of how it ended up in my cot." Pausing for a moment to gauge your reaction, he continued, "You see, while reviewing the camera footage for the earring’s orgins, I happened to come across a rather fascinating incident."

"It seems that during a moment of relaxation, you may have inadvertently misplaced your earring," he explained, choosing his words carefully. His eyes dipped for a blink as he practically purred, "It was quite captivating, really.”

Tech noticed the hastening of your breaths and the familiar red blotches blossoming up your neck. The corner of his lips twitched in rhythm with his fingers.

Despite the temptation, he knew it wasn't the time for such impulses. He resisted the urge to reach out and feel the warm flush of your skin. He found himself wondering how you would react, but he pushed aside those thoughts.

You sat there wide eyed with an anxiety induced smile stuck in place. No words came to mind, all you could imagine was what kind of expression Tech had while he watched you.

“How much did you see?”

“May I ask you something?” He completely ignored your question, too engrossed in dissecting the situation for it to register. You squeaked out a yes and he asked, “What you did in my cot…” He leaned forward, hands on his knees, “Do you do that in the others’ cots?”

He’d asked you something similar in the past. About whether you reacted to his brothers the way you did him. If he knew of the ache between your legs his intense watch was causing, well that would be his answer.

Your breaths became heavier and your tongue still felt like lead when you said, “You don’t like that idea. Do you?”

Tech considered the concept for a moment. “That is irrelevant to my question.”

You sensed his hesitation, but you needed a definitive answer before proceeding with your plans. "Amuse me," you urged, pushing him gently for a response.

As Tech's gaze momentarily flickered away, a serious expression crossed his features. “I have no say in where you choose to… relax.” After a brief pause to compose himself, he adjusted his goggles and met your gaze again. “But no. Hearing you’ve done so in other cots is not something I would enjoy.”

“Are you angry with me for what I did?”

Tech's response was immediate and straightforward. "No," he replied, his puzzlement evident in his tone.

“May I show you something?” You were on your feet and in front of him before the question was finished.

In response to your abrupt question, Tech found himself slightly taken aback. "I-I suppose so,"Tech watched as you undid your pants, mirroring the actions he had witnessed in the recording. However, this time, instead of proceeding as before, your hands settled beside you.

He stared at the little spot of abdomen peeking out. Keeping his head still, Tech raised his eyes to meet yours, a question evident in his expression.

There was a moment of silent understanding between you, mutual acknowledgment of the question hanging in the air. Tech's analytical mind raced, seeking to decipher the meaning behind your actions, yet he remained composed, awaiting your response with a mixture of curiosity and intrigue.

“Take off a glove, Tech.”

He didn’t break eye contact as he lifted his right hand and pulled at each finger until the glove was off. Bracing a hand on the bunk above him, you leaned down to reach for his hand. An inch away, you stopped. Tech was so careful with you. Getting clear consent and understanding before even touching you. You wanted to afford him the same thing.

Your stomach fluttered as you confessed, “It happened only once outside of my own bed.” He swallowed upon hearing that, fueling you to continue. “The thought of you, Tech, makes my body react in a way it doesn’t for others.”

Obliviousness was not a characteristic of Tech’s. Certain social cues were lost on him, but he was the most intelligent man you’d ever met. He could read between the lines and he was. Tech’s hand closed the small gap to lay palm side up in your hand.

“I require a better understanding of what you mean.” Without speaking you guided his hand to the cusp of your pants, his fingers barely touching the patch of exposed abdomen.

The surprise on his face only encouraged your rising fever. “If you want a better understanding,” You leaned into his touch, “You’ll have to get one for yourself.”

In the thralls of discovery, a ravenous look consumes Tech and that was the expression spiraling over him in that moment.. He put his left hand on your hip, pulling you slightly lower while, at the same time, angling his hand between your pants and your body and right between your legs. His touch took your breath away.

His middle finger smoothed over your skin and hit the wetness dripping out of you. He pressed another finger over your slick entrance and pulled a soft noise from you.

“This is unexpected.” Tech’s face was vibrantly proud. It was that cocky self confidence that made you weak kneed in the first place. “I rather like it.” He applied more pressure and his fingers began to dip inside of you.

Your knees bent at the touch, your body begging for more. It worked to the point of getting his fingers farther inside. Tech responded by curling the two fingers into you and pulling you forward. The grip you had on the bunk above was the only thing keeping you from collapsing to the ground. When his fingers started to move, that life line nearly snapped.

“I didn’t watch your recording very long.” Tech admitted while his free hand moved to grip your ass. He gently squeezed your ass and said, “This is something I wanted to observe first hand.”

“You wanted this?” Your question came out in a whine, you could barely think of anything other than the fact Tech was fingering you.

Tech buried his fingers deeper, “Oh, most definitely.” At this point, his hand was about the only thing keeping you on your feet. The angle of his palm made it so he was constantly brushing against your clit, making it hard to stay standing. He felt your knees wobble and he tugged your forward again, fingers still working inside of you.

You fell into him, hands on his shoulders and a shin over his thigh. The sounds you were making for him, only for him as he was constantly reminding himself, were working him into a frenzy as well. He wanted more, he needed to know what other faces you would make for him. What sounds he could pull from you as he played with you.

With each careful movement of his fingers, Tech observed the subtle shifts in your expression, the moments when your eyes fluttered closed or your breath caught in your throat. He adjusted his touch accordingly, seeking to provide you with the perfect balance of pressure and release.

You had long since lost yourself in the sensation of his touch, your gaze drifting away as you surrendered to the pleasure coursing through your body. It had been years since you had felt this kind of intimacy. It was with a member of the 501st and it had never felt as intense as this moment with Tech.

Tech studied you far more than you realized. Learning how you worked and what you liked was intoxicating him. This was no different. He had no relevant experience with such intimacies, but he was priding himself on learning your body. You’d never have guessed this was his first time with the way his fingers strung you along.

His middle finger curled into a soft spot on your wall, sending a jolt through you. You leaned farther into him, panting into his ear. “Tech, you can’t keep doing that.”

Tech barely let off the pressure. Instead he rolled his finger into the spot over and over, coaxing you to tighten around him and collapse. You were straddling him at this point and, with his free hand anchoring you in place with a firm grip on your ass, release was rushing towards you. “I’ve barely done anything yet.” The timbre in his voice sent a shudder through you.

You pulled back and held his face in your hands. “Tech,” his name came out in a whine. “I don’t want the first time you see me like this to be on your fingers.” Your mouth hung open in a soft moan.

Tech’s gloved hand flew to your face to hook a thumb into your mouth. He drew your face closer to his, his voice dropping to a low, almost teasing tone. "Too bad," he murmured, his words laced with playful defiance.

He gripped you with whole hand, his palm working into your clit while his fingers kept up their pace. The combination made you see stars as heat burst through you. Pleasure shot from your core to every nerve in your body. You arched into him and you rode out your climax on his hand. His hand moved over your mouth, his thumb now wet with your saliva.

You pushed his hand off your mouth, it fell to your back, and you caught his lips in a kiss. It quickly became a hungry dance between you. The pressure of the kiss was almost bruising, but neither of you cared about air at the moment. As you licked and nipped at his lips, Tech quickly followed your rhythm until you pulled his tongue into yours for a gentle suck. He groaned at the sensation and couldn’t stop the thought of what else might find its way into your mouth.

Gradually, Tech slowed his fingers and the kiss faded into soft exchanges. Tech was withdrawing his hand when the kiss finally broke completely and you both were left panting.

Tech’s gloved hand casually cradled the small of your back as he shifted your weight onto his left leg. He brought the fingers, still slick with you, to his mouth to suck on the tips. He smirked at your blatant surprise, gave his hand a wipe on his cot, and set it on your thigh.

“With your permission, I’d like to refer back to this particular recording in the future.”

It took a moment to shake off the haze of pleasure and remember the camera. You shifted your focus to the lens, then leaned in, your voice barely above a whisper. “Only if you touch me like that again.” Satisfied with your playful tease, you attempted to lean back, but Tech's firm grip held your head in place. His lips brushed against your ear.

In a quiet, firm voice he promised. “That was only the beginning.”

#tech x f!reader #tbb tech x reader smut #this man’s fingers though #they’re a sin and I love them

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mylifeisactuallyamess · 1 year ago

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Sanctuary part 2

Chapter 17: Past Echoes

A/N: Happy Tech Tuesday!!

Warnings: 18+, angst, emotions, mentions of trauma and torture, cracking bones 😏 iykyk.

Word Count: 6.1k+

Chapter 16 - Chapter 17 - Chapter 18

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Tagging: @subbing-for-clones

“Oh! Wrecker.” You had put on the armour, letting some hidden memory guide your hands. Every piece fitted like it was made for you, the markings on the vambraces were clearly inspired by your name. You had seen that holo, the one where Tech offered you this name because you had no idea who you were back then.

“Ah, hey Stitch.” The big clone was kneeling on the floor, dragging out a large crate from under the bottom bunk. He exuded a brightness, an almost child like restless energy as he searched. He found wonder in the world around him at all times and it was a feeling you wanted to tap into. But it was dampened by a niggling discomfort you couldn’t ignore anymore.

Wrecker turned to see you still standing by the hatch, staring at him. “You need somethin’?”

“I don’t.”

“Um…ok.” It took five strides to reach him, your hand reaching out to touch his scarred cheek. “Wha’…what you doin’?” His gaze darted around, his energy turned anxious which did nothing to dim the heat of his discomfort.

“Does your neck ache?” Instantly he sagged into your touch with a relieved sigh.

“All the time,” he admitted. “Can…can you fix it? Like you used to? My back too?” You smiled warmly, patting his cheek gently.

“Sit down.” Wrecker almost bowled you over he was so excited. Straddling the chair before the console so you could have access to his back.

“Just like old times,” he breathed happily when your hands explored the wide expanse of his shoulders, slowly walking up the side of his neck. You could feel the tension, the misalignment, it all created an angry hot spot in his presence.

“Relax, Wrecker.” He hummed in acknowledgement and you fell deeper into his body. He was putty in your hands, relaxed enough for you to begin. You manipulated his head back, feeling where your hands needed to be. With a swift but precise movement, came a loud crack and a moan from Wrecker at the same time.

“What are you doing?” You didn’t need to turn to know which look was on Crosshair’s face.

“Oh!” Omega came up beside him, grabbing the sniper’s arm in excitement. “Stitch does this thing where she cracks Wrecker’s bones.”

Another sickening crack filled the hold and you heard Crosshair inhale sharply. “Absolute bliss,” Wrecker mumbled.

“Why?” Crosshair sounded disgusted and intrigued at the same time.

“Wrecker is larger than the rest of you, almost unnaturally so,” you stretched Wrecker’s arm out. “His body is under immense pressure all the time, his tendons strain, and his spine is prone to misalignment.” You lifted the heavy arm, a hand on his shoulder feeling the resistance in the movement. “With a few precise moves, I can realign the discs, releasing the pressure on his nerves and cartilage.” With a quick motion, you felt the brief jolt in his joint, lowering the arm and moving to Wrecker’s other side. “It’s been a while since he had this done so his muscles may try and make his body to misalign again.”

“It’s a good job you’re back.” Hunter was standing behind Omega, a softened expression on his face as he watched you. “Wrecker has done nothing but moan all these months.”

Wrecker tried to muster a few words of protest but he was too relaxed under your hands.

“Things are always so much fun when Stitch is on board,” Omega happily told Crosshair.

“Something to look forward to, I’m sure,” he drawled sarcastically.

After adjusting his left arm, you asked Wrecker to cross them over his chest, laying his hands over the tops of his shoulders. It was awkward to get into position, he was so wide and you were worried your arms might not reach.

“Udesiir,” you soothed. “Relax.” Your hand ran down the length of Wrecker’s spine, coming back to just under his shoulder blades, completely lost in the motions you didn’t realise everyone was watching now. With a surge of strength, you tightened your arm to hold Wrecker steady, pressing into his spine, feeling the discs slide to where they should be with a popping sound.

“I’m not even back a full rotation,” Echo grumbled from the ramp, retreating outside.

“I still find it mildly disturbing,” Tech exclaimed, over the sound of another large pop and a muffled grunt from Wrecker.

“I didn’t know Stitch was so strong,” Omega whispered.

“I had a conversation with General Skywalker after Anaxes,” Tech answered. “He informed me, that force users can possess an ability, using the force to augment their physical parameters, enabling them to jump extraordinary distances and significantly enhance their agility. Stitch could very well be stronger than Wrecker, if she so wished.” He finished with a shrug as though it was the most obvious thing in the galaxy.

Hardly listening to the chatter, you pulled slightly harder, pushing with your other hand until Wrecker’s spine finally all slipped back into place with a collection of pops and you released him.

“There.”

“Oh man,” Wrecker had a big grin on his face, gingerly testing out how his body felt now. “Thanks Stitch. I have missed you.”

“Just don’t ruin my hard work,” you joked, laughing a little when he grabbed you from behind in a warm bear hug.

“Now the show’s over, can we get the supplies on the Remora?” Echo called from outside, he sounded disgruntled but you knew it wasn’t real.

This all felt so normal. A warmth blossomed within your chest as you watched the activity all around. Omega was asking Tech more questions about General Skywalker and his abilities while Crosshair feinted a bored look on his face as he listened. You could hear Echo talking to Hunter outside about the supplies while Wrecker was muttering about his lost crate behind you.

Every little moment felt so right as you stood in the midst of it all, soaking in the familiar feel. Then something shifted, a thread of discord trembled through the peace. It wasn’t hard to pinpoint.

Crosshair went to go out and help when Hunter came up the ramp. They glared at each other, the rising hostility from Hunter was surprising, while Crosshair just remained apprehensive. You followed Crosshair outside, glancing back at the ship.

“Did I cause that?”

“No. He just needs to get it out of his system,” he told you. “Whatever happens, would have happened anyway.”

“Crosshair!” Wrecker was holding a case of some kind, pushing it in Crosshair’s direction. “I don’t know if this’ll fit still, but, uh, here.” Wrecker passed it over, eagerly watching his brother open the lid.

“My old armour.” To anyone else, it sounded like Crosshair was just announcing what was inside. But you felt the rising feelings in him. The swell of surprise at seeing his armour, coupled with the realisation they never completely erased him.

“Yeah, it never felt right to get rid of it,” Wrecker was saying. Crosshair pursed his lips, clearly not going to say anything else.

“I got my old armour too,” you suddenly said, trying to take the focus off Crosshair. Spreading your arms to look down at yourself and Wrecker chuckled.

“You got pieces of all of us, even Crosshair,” Wrecker gave you a wink, then he shouldered a crate in one easy movement to load onto Echo’s ship.

“Mmm.” Cross reached for one of your spaulders, his fingers tracing the edge. “That one was mine.”

“Want it back?” For a crazy second you thought he was going to say yes.

“No. Tech has already modified it for you. What would I look like with…these.” He prodded the stitch like markings, his eyes glittering when you giggled. Sometimes it felt like he actually enjoyed your banter.

“We’re taking my ship,” Echo announced from your right. “You can gear up in there.” Crosshair gave him a curt nod. Echo watched the tall clone walk up the ramp, his golden eyes softening when he looked back at you. “Hi, Stitch.”

Echo was holding back, his posture rigid. He was concerned about doing anything wrong around you…and he missed you. Where Tech’s feelings were a vortex that drew you in to trap you, Echo’s were much more tentative. He was hopeful, but realistically so. Crosshair knew exactly the torment you’d been through, and so did Echo. You could see it written all over him as he stepped towards you.

“Hi.” Your brow furrowed. “Are you ok, Echo?”

“What a loaded question.” He tried to smile but it just turned into a grimace as he anxiously rubbed the back of his neck. “I’m glad to see you back with the boys,” he muttered. You stood patiently as his gaze flicked over the crates left on the ground. “I’m sorry,” he finally blurted out. “We looked for you. We really looked.”

“Echo…”

“We hoped something would finally turn into a lead as we kept rescuing clones. We even have people on the inside and they still can’t find a whisper of Hemlock’s base.” He gestured wildly with his scomp. “It’s like his base doesn’t even exist!”

“Echo!” You grabbed his hand. Moving closer to him as he sighed roughly with frustration. “I understand.” He looked away from you, his shame at not being able to help when you needed it the most, filled the space between you. “It’s no one’s fault.”

You gently spread his fingers, threading yours through them, feeling the way he automatically squeezed them in response. He sighed again, deflating a little.

“That’s how I felt when I was rescued.” He paused, clearly debating if he should say something else, his face was like an open book while he stared at your joined hands. “I’ll get Tech to rig up a long range com, like he did for you on Ord Mantell, so you can send me messages. You can talk to me whenever…about any of this.”

“I’d like that,” you told him. Echo’s emotions were raw and real, he mourned for you and what you’d been through because it reminded him of his captivity. How his captors had changed him to suit their needs, not very different to how you had been changed to suit Hemlock’s. He had lost a year, you had lost an entire lifetime.

“You look like your old self in that armour. How do you feel?” You released his hand, tucking yours into the crook of his elbow and he started to lead you to his ship.

“I feel surprisingly…at ease,” you confessed. “It’s home. All of this feels like home, even if I don’t remember most of it. You, Tech, even Crosshair.” He gave a gentle snort of amusement.

“Yeah. The Batch has a knack for making you feel like that. Let’s hope Crosshair stops being so standoffish soon.”

“Crosshair has demons he needs to overcome,” you murmured in the sniper’s defence.

“Mm,” Echo agreed with a nod. “This mission should tell us where we all stand.” You glanced up at the ship now looming over you both. He needed a distraction.

“Shall we?” You asked, happy to see a smile gracing his face.

“After you, ma’am.”

“Oh thank you, Trooper, sir.”

“That’s ARC Trooper, sir to you,” he teased, nudging your shoulder with a soft knock from his armour.

“What even is an ARC?” You asked.

“I can answer that,” Tech spoke up from the bottom of the ramp, carrying a heavy crate onto the ship.

“I, uh, need to ready for ship for take off. I will leave you in Tech’s capable hands.” You didn’t miss the knowing look Echo gave you in passing or the slight rise of colour in Tech’s cheeks, though he could have exerted himself carrying the crate. It sounded heavy when he thumped it down on the floor of the hold.

"ARCs undergo more specialized, advanced training compared to the regs. They are taught to think independently and are typically assigned to high-risk missions that require a higher skill level. Their armor surpasses standard GAR regulation armor, offering better protection, featuring enhanced communications and more sophisticated targeting systems." He spilled all this in one go, barely breaking for a breath, even taking a crate from Hunter without stumbling over his words.

“You’re all ARCs?” You queried.

“No, we are Commandos. The fundamental difference between us and Echo is, we were trained and kept together as a squad whereas Echo was pulled from the regs and given additional training.”

“So I can call you Commando Tech, sir?” His eyes magnetised to yours at the hint of playfulness in your voice.

“I do prefer just Tech, from you,” he revealed softly, swallowing noticeably when you stepped yourself closer to him.

“I like Tech, too. It suits you.” He was geared up ready for the mission but the knuckle plates did nothing to hide his fingers flexing. “Cross said you modified my armour for me.”

“He is correct. I can give you a run down of what I have improved once we are in hyperspace, if you require.” Tech’s expression changed, clearly running over something in his mind. “You refer to Crosshair as…Cross?” Reaching out, you gently tapped on his chest plate with your own knuckle plate.

“Don’t tell him. He’d never speak to me again,” you joked, delighting in the way Tech’s expression brightened.

“I do not think we have ever dared refer to him as anything but Crosshair.”

“Are you two gonna flirt all night, or can we load this ship up?” The pair of you jumped at Wrecker’s booming voice, drawing the attention of Omega and Hunter who were outside.

“Do you even know what flirting is, Wrecker?” Omega chimed in, coming up the ramp carrying her own bag.

“Well…do you?” He retaliated quickly and she grinned innocently.

“I read.”

“I have checked through your holobook collection,” Tech pointed out from beside you. "I found no evidence to suggest that you are engaging in any material related to flirting."

“Nor should she be,” Hunter added with a soft scowl, putting another crate down.

“Hard to believe I am the oldest one,” Omega said to you with a smirk. “Come on Stitch. I might have a book that would interest you.”

“Do I like books?” You whispered to Tech before the kid could tear you away from him.

“You do have a partiality for knowledge.”

“I do?”

"You consistently listen to me when I speak, and I am an extensive source of knowledge,” Tech answered, a slight smile gracing his lips.

“I want to hear more of that knowledge later!” You grinned openly at him over your shoulder, not wanting to take your eyes off him as Omega dragged you deeper into the ship.

“I knew it wouldn’t ruin anything.”

“Hmm?” Your heart was doing somersaults, your stomach felt like it was full of butterflies. Had you been flirting? You didn’t intentionally flirt, you just wanted to hear him speak, to be close to him, to see his eyes when they sparked with amusement or interest.

“Whatever Hemlock did to you,” Omega explained. “I knew it wouldn’t ruin what you and Tech feel for each other.”

“I like being around him,” you breathed wistfully.

“Tech has only ever had eyes for you.”

“How do you know?”

Omega shrugged and activated the door panel. “You’re the only person he acts stupid around. And sometimes, the very mention of you makes him blush, he doesn’t even realise. It’s soooo romantic,” she gushed.

You followed her into the cockpit where Echo and Crosshair were sitting in silence, both turning with matching looks of relief on their faces at being interrupted. Omega rushed to Echo, immediately asking questions about the ship and its systems. The book she apparently promised you, all forgotten. So you sat next to Crosshair leaning forward to look him over quickly.

“Nice armour. What’s that for?” A long red fin protruded from his left spaulder.

“Do you ever stop asking inane questions? You sound like Omega,” he said, nodding in the kid’s direction.

“If that was meant to be an insult, you missed the mark.”

“Funny,” he sneered, clenching the toothpick between his teeth.

“Oh look, you have padding.” He tutted when you poked on the extra plate over his chest, flicking your fingers away. “I could have done with that when we were practising.”

“Don’t worry about it. You won’t be shooting my rifle again.”

“All loaded up,” Wrecker announced when the rest of the squad filed into the larger cockpit.

“All we need are the coordinates,” Echo mentioned suggestively. You felt Crosshair stiffen, his chest expanding under the armour he now wore. This planet held a deep rooted cord of tension within him. You wanted to find out why but you knew he’d never open up here.

A tap on your shoulder made you turn around. Hunter smirked, beckoning you silently with his hand back into the hold. When you felt his intention, you smiled in return.

This was going to be fun.

“Within this vambrace is a shield projector. Twist your wrist like this, and it will be activated.” You watched Tech’s wrist movement and copied, flinching when the blue glowing shield shot from your left vambrace and spread into a circle. “It can repel blaster fire and withstand blows from a lightsaber.” It hummed dimly with every movement, strangely weighing nothing when your mind was telling you there should be some resistance from it. “I have observed you are ambidextrous. If you would prefer the shield on the opposite wrist, it is easily changed.”

“No, this great.” You told Tech with a grin.

“I have modified the brace to contain the vibroblade Fi gave you on Coruscant,” Tech continued. “And enhanced the magnetic pull on the glove with the ability to callback the blade to your hand from within a 10 metre radius.”

You pulled the blade out to inspect it as he spoke, gently running a thumb over the engraving in the hilt. RC-8015.

Tech continued. “I have reshaped the katarn to fit you better than it did before.”

“I can barely feel it,” you agreed.

“Exactly as it should be,” Tech’s chest puffed up proudly.

“She’s had the lecture,” Hunter came over, making Tech sigh at being interrupted. “Let’s put it all to the test.”

“I would advise you wear a helmet,” Tech told Hunter.

“I think I’ll be fine,” Hunter assured his brother, rolling his shoulders under the armour he also wore. “Are you ready?”

You smirked in the face of Hunter’s confidence. “I don’t think you realise what a beating you’re letting yourself in for.”

“Give him what for!” Wrecker shouted from where he was sitting.

“This should be fun,” Crosshair added, taking no effort to hide his sarcasm.

“Whatever you do, Stitch. Don’t hold back.” You knocked your vambrace twice against Hunter’s raised arm.

“I don’t intend to.”

The pair of you separated. A space had been cleared in the hold wide enough for you to train. Hunter crouched, balancing on his feet with his arms spread. He looked ready for anything and you desperately wanted to test that.

You moved first. Getting a feel for the speed of his reflexes. Armour clashed, both of you moving in a dance that you’d walked before. He grabbed your wrist, looking to throw you off balance; so you pressed an attack with the heel of your hand to his nose.

Weak spots…eyes, nose, throat, solar plexus, groin, knee. An inner voice you hadn’t heard for a long time ghosted across your mind.

Hunter bent back to avoid your hand, pulling you down him. In the move, he wrapped his legs around your waist, keeping the momentum going until he managed to pin you to floor. Before he could immobilise both hands, your fingers were curling round his throat.

Hunter’s pride was distracting, even as he choked in your grip. Not letting his emotions break your concentration, you heaved your body to dislodge him. He ended up losing balance, using his hands to stop him falling face first to the floor. Lunging to the side you grabbed Hunter’s legs, using your entire body to collapse his arms and wrench one round his back.

After a few moments of struggling he muttered, “I yield.”

You let go of his arm, blowing out a breath as you sat back. “That was fast. Out of practise?” You teased.

“Why do you think I wanted to do this in the first place?” He rolled over and sat up, grinning that lop sided smile as he took your outstretched hand to help him up.

You turned away to go back to your staring place, when his intent shifted. You had time to smirk, feeling his arms enclose round your middle. There was no hesitation. Your arm jerked back, Hunter took the elbow to his face like a true soldier but his grip lessened enough for you to twist, bringing your other hand in a sweeping motion and slamming the heel of your hand into his nose and connecting this time.

“I told you to wear a helmet,” came Tech’s smug voice as his brother stumbled back, clutching at his face.

“It’s not broken,” you quickly stated. “I held back. Wouldn’t want to hurt that handsome face,” you explained with a grin. Crosshair snorted from his corner while Wrecker laughed loudly.

“Impressive,” was all Hunter could muster. Gingerly exploring his face for tenderness.

Lifting your chin defiantly, you readied yourself for another attack. “I had plenty of time to practise in my cell.” On the days where you were left isolated and the restless energy became too much, you had moved through familiar motions. At first, you had been surprised with how natural it felt to move in such a way, but you embraced it nonetheless. You enjoyed how they felt, imagining Hemlock with every move.

You had no idea how long the bouts went on for. Sometimes Hunter bested you with a quick move you didn’t have time to sense. But you were grateful for the bodysuit under your armour. It kept your skin cool and dry from the sweat of exertion.

Hunter’s arm came dangerously close to your face, forcing you to twist and avoid the blow. Your muscles hummed, bunching as you moved to grab his arm. Spinning on your heel, you yanked him over your shoulder, bringing Hunter over your head to slam into the floor. He coughed and gasped when air fled his lungs from the blow, Wrecker shouted, clearly enjoying watching Hunter get tossed around like a ragdoll.

Omega glanced over, a smile in her eyes. She lay on her back on a crate, holding a datapad up so she could read. Crosshair was nearby, his rifle spread over another crate he treated like a table so he could clean all the parts. Batcher lay at his feet sleeping.

Tech and Echo stood by the cockpit door, both watching with amusement in their expressions at Hunter flat on the floor once more. Tech was doing something with his datapads and a set of headphones.

“Unfair,” Hunter grunted. Taking your offered hand of help once more.

“You told me not to hold back,” you reminded Hunter.

“Mmm.” You couldn’t contain the smile beginning to grow at his mild hum of acknowledgement. You weren’t sure how you’d been before your time on Tantiss, from the memories you had watched so far, you came across as an untrained, nervous wreck.

You did want your memories returned, but after seeing what you past had done to you…the certainty wasn’t there anymore.

“Weapons.”

Your eyes lit up. “Kandosii!”

Tech looked up in alarm. “Is that a good idea?” He questioned Hunter. But neither of you paid attention. Something shifted in the man circling you. With the drawing of his blade, his stance changed, his eyes became darker and you felt his intention to best you again. He tossed the blade, catching it in a reverse grip.

Cocking an eyebrow, you pulled your own, mirroring his stance. You circled one another. Another dance you knew intimately, it echoed through you, lining every muscle.

Hunter swiped first, his impatience getting the best of him. You stepped back from his reach, throwing your arms wide to avoid the sting of his blade. He advanced, forcing you to quickly defend yourself. Crossing your vambraces, locking his arm with the blade in place, you could see determination darkening the golden glint in his eyes. Bringing your leg up, you kicked him in the chest, pushing him back with more force than you’d intended and he fell to his knee.

He went to stand but you were already on top of him. Driving your own weapon down, the muscles in your arm straining just as much as Hunter’s were. With a grunt, he lurched upright, tipping your balance.

Hunter finally made his move. You attempted to side step but he’d accounted for that, catching you in the chest with his other arm. He was so fast, you wondered if he had lured you into a false sense of security. His empty hand closed around your throat, his blade coming down to pierce your breastplate.

Hypothetically, you hoped.

Right now, you had three options. Block with your own blade, make the sacrifice and stab Hunter in the side as he stabbed you…or…

Your body reacted on instinct. Lifting an open hand you halted his arm in midair. Using this mysterious force that pressed in around you. Your concentration strained as you brought it into your control, feeling the way it encircled his arm and pushed the blade from your body. The pressure increased, the image of him being flung away entered your mind and you exhaled abruptly, unable to keep the pent up energy contained.

A blast rocked the hold, sharply flinging Hunter away from you. Omega squeaked when she was toppled from her crate, Crosshair made a noise of aggravation as his rifle pieces were blown into him and across the hold. Wrecker’s drink was spilled down his front when Hunter crashed into him, leaving them both as a heap.

“Osik!” You exclaimed, covering your mouth. “Is everyone ok?”

“I’m fine!” Omega stuck a hand up from behind her crate. Crosshair looked like he wanted to murder someone, his deep golden eyes giving you a lethal glare. Hunter and Wrecker both groaned, neither one attempting to get up yet.

“Well, I was expecting that,” Tech announced.

“You were?” Hunter groaned, finally sitting up and checking on Wrecker behind him.

“Stitch has consistently demonstrated, when under pressure, her instincts activate. Resulting in her attunement to the force becoming evident.”

“I’m in one piece,” Wrecker mumbled, still on the floor.

“Let’s not put a hole in the hull while we’re travelling at lightspeed,” Echo added with a frown. His arms were crossed but you could sense the tickle of amusement coming off him.

“I didn’t mean to do that.” Not to that extent anyway.

“Yeah, we know.” You caught Hunter’s faint sense of satisfaction when he grinned at you from the floor. “It’s good to see your skills haven’t disappeared.”

“Another round?” You asked eagerly, jumping on the balls of your feet, shaking out your arms. It felt like you could train for hours this way. Strength rushed through your body, banishing weariness to leave you refreshed.

“I need a break,” Hunter muttered, so your attention automatically turned to Crosshair, intrigued to see his rifle had so many different components. You wanted to know how it worked, what they all did, how to clean them…

“I have something that may interest you,” Tech said, gathering his items and walking towards you. Immediately, Cross’ rifle was forgotten. "I have established a wireless connection between these two devices, allowing you to view the remainder of the holos in private. May I?” He held up the headphones with the clear intent of putting them over your ears.

You eyed them warily, giving him a nod after a brief inspection. His touch gently brushed behind your ears, adjusting the padding until it was comfortable. You gazed at him with wide eyes, enjoying the way his brow creased with concentration, how his eyes darted from side to side as he watched what he was doing. He glanced at you with a smile, the telltale faint dusting of colour on his cheeks.

He grabbed the datapad, explaining how he had downloaded everything you needed to see as well as some other things he said you used to like. You took it from him, mouthing your thanks just as sound filled your ears. You sank to the floor, eyes fixed on the screen, unable to hear anything outside of your little bubble. It made these memories more believable, as though you were right in the middle of them. You were barely aware of Tech finding a space to sit beside you, leaning on the hull with his own datapad in his hands.

Each recording, stirred a swirl of emotion in your chest. But when you got to the one that showed you saving Tech’s life, the chains broke. This recording had been pulled from the Marauder’s internal systems, showing you working on him from a couple of angles. You could hear the rush of blood, the panic in everyone’s voices, the exhaustion in your own. You watched when Hunter grabbed your sagging form, to hold you upright so you could keep saving his brother’s life.

All this happened to someone else, a person you felt you didn’t know, except you did. She wore your face, used your voice, cried your tears, felt your emotions.

A sense of detachment was there, leaving you watching from the outside, yet you felt everything on the inside. The thud of your heart was real, the shake in your breath was real, the tension in your shoulders was…yours.

Tears dripped down your cheeks at seeing Tech in that state, to see Omega looking so worried. To witness Wrecker hold you in such a caring way as you nearly passed out in his arms.

A hand carefully rested on your thigh, causing your attention to momentarily break. Tech was watching with a grave expression, his gaze flicking from the screen to your face. Your breath grew harsh.

He was alive and here, right now, because of you. It didn’t seem real. If it happened again, you weren’t sure you had the skills to save him.

The idea of being without Tech caused a severe ache that punched you in the gut. You couldn’t look away from him, torn at the seams with the need to bury into him countered by the overwhelming feeling of keeping him at arms length.

Even after you’d been gone so long and come back someone else entirely, he still looked at you as though the stars hung in your eyes.

Your lashes fluttered when Tech moved to wipe the lingering tears off your cheeks, his thumb trailed so delicately over your skin. You could feel his fingers rest in the curve of your neck, his eyes following the motion of his hand. Your breath hitched when he leaned forward slightly.

Emotions were storming without any control. Having shed the chains that kept them contained all this time, every single one was magnified. Feelings ripped through your body, flushing you with a concoction so intoxicating you nearly swooned.

Tech’s presence was warm, trembling with concern and worry. You nuzzled into his palm, never taking your eyes off his face so you could watch his own emotions play out.

You wanted him closer.

Nothing else mattered.

Nothing else existed.

There was a moment of hesitation, a flicker of doubt that he would pull away when you leaned forward. But then he leaned closer, pressing his forehead to yours. Tech’s sigh of satisfaction and relief ghosted across your face. His fingers tensed against your neck.

He was a blur in your vision, closing your eyes fully, every little touch was heightened. Your presence merged with his, revelling in how safe you felt with him. You breathed Tech in, unable to get enough of him to feed the desire growing. He lined your very soul and filled all of those cracks you had been unable to heal. Tech encompassed your senses completely, causing your heart to flutter erratically and your chest to tighten.

You became aware of his hand moving. The touch of his thumb slipped gently to your lips, brushing over them as they parted.

The heat under your skin became unbearable, sweeping away the lingering sadness to leave you feeling hot and reckless. You could feel his emotions resonate with yours. Except for a rise in agitation, scratching down the warmth of the moment and it made you pause.

Tech still had doubts you were ready, something was holding him back from allowing these feelings between you to move forward.

Then he retreated, the touch of his hand fell away, taking with it all your desire. Dowsing you in the bleakness of his avoidance. He was nervous. It showed in his eyes so you smiled, trying to hide the sting of his silent rejection.

Tech gently took the datapad from your lap, coming out of the recording so he could find another. You watched him flick through them, casting a quick look around the hold to find you were both completely alone. Everyone else has drifted into the cockpit at some point.

Tech gave the datapad back and you were pulled into another memory.

You recognised Tech’s hands as they expertly worked on the headphones that now sat over your ears.

“So where are we actually heading?” That was your voice, probably from the copilots seat. Occasionally you caught a glimpse of yourself when he looked over, the pair of you talking about a planet called Maridun and the fauna you were likely to encounter.

Then he faced you fully, holding the headset out with a, “Can you try this on for me?”

You saw yourself stand before him, skin tingling with memory as you watched his hands place the headset over your ears. You were scrutinising Tech so intently, your eyes tracking over his features as though you were dying of thirst and he was a well of water. He pressed some buttons and your whole expression shifted to one of wonder.

“Is it too loud?” Tech asked. You clearly couldn’t hear him, your gaze drawn inwards as you listened to the headset. He moved to take them off but you grabbed his wrist, smiling widely.

Your breath caught when he tapped your wrist on the holo. Moving his hand free of your grasp, so your fingers could be entwined together with a teasing agony you could almost feel in your palm. Absently you rubbed a thumb into your hand, watching you both bathed in the flashing lights of hyperspace to watch the Purrgils that surrounded the Marauder.

It was strange to watch everything from Tech’s point of view, to see the emotions that crossed over your face. You had no idea you were so expressive, or that your eyes held so many words you couldn’t say.

“I have created this to help you with your meditation. I am assuming it helps you relax?”

You slipped one of the ear pieces off, looking up at him. “What was I listening to?” His brown eyes flashed with a glint of triumph.

“I recorded the song from the first purrgil pod we encountered. Would you like to listen to it?”

“It helps me relax?”

“As far as I am aware.” Once more he took the datapad from you to find what you wanted. “It remains my preferred recording of fauna that I have encountered.”

“Why?”

“Because I got to experience it with you. This song always reminds me of that moment.” You let him adjust the headset back, the haunting song of the purrgil swelling in your ears.

It really was beautiful, the melodic noises echoed in soothing waves, bringing the memory to the forefront of your mind. It was the moment you accidentally woke Tech by bumping into him, letting him tell you everything he knew about purrgils.

You leaned against him, not wanting to give up the contact he was allowing. Tech might not be accepting of obvious acts of intimacy, but it came in many forms.

A sense of contentment settled over you both, a blossoming happiness that made you want to smile uncontrollably. You guided his arm over your shoulder so you could settle into his side, inattentively toying with his fingers. Your eyes closed at the feel of him leaning his head atop yours.

If you could take this moment to relive time and time again, you would.

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