#how to remove copilot

[sekhithefops]

How to Kill Microsoft's AI "Helper" Copilot WITHOUT Screwing With Your Registry!

Hey guys, so as I'm sure a lot of us are aware, Microsoft pulled some dickery recently and forced some Abominable Intelligence onto our devices in the form of its "helper" program, Copilot. Something none of us wanted or asked for but Microsoft is gonna do anyways because I'm pretty sure someone there gets off on this.

Unfortunately, Microsoft offered no ways to opt out of the little bastard or turn it off (unless you're in the EU where EU Privacy Laws force them to do so.) For those of us in the United Corporations of America, we're stuck... or are we?

Today while perusing Bluesky, one of the many Twitter-likes that appeared after Musk began burning Twitter to the ground so he could dance in the ashes, I came across this post from a gentleman called Nash:

Intrigued, I decided to give this a go, and lo and behold it worked exactly as described!

We can't remove Copilot, Microsoft made sure that was riveted and soldered into place... but we can cripple it!

Simply put, Microsoft Edge. Normally Windows will prevent you from uninstalling Edge using the Add/Remove Programs function saying that it needs Edge to operate properly (it doesn't, its lying) but Geek Uninstaller overrules that and rips the sucker out regardless of what it says!

I uninstalled Edge using it, rebooted my PC, and lo and behold Copilot was sitting in the corner with blank eyes and drool running down it's cheeks, still there but dead to the world!

Now do bear in mind this will have a little knock on effect. Widgets also rely on Edge, so those will stop functioning as well.

Before:

After:

But I can still check the news and weather using an internet browser so its a small price to pay to be rid of Microsoft's spyware-masquerading-as-a-helper Copilot.

But yes, this is the link for Geek Uninstaller:

Run it, select "Force Uninstall" For anything that says "Edge," reboot your PC, and enjoy having a copy of Windows without Microsoft's intrusive trash! :D

UPDATE: I saw this on someone's tags and I felt I should say this as I work remotely too. If you have a computer you use for work, absolutely 100% make sure you consult with your management and/or your IT team BEFORE you do this. If they say don't do it, there's likely a reason.

[pumpkinstep]

I wanted to come in and say that if you uninstall Microsoft edge and reg edit to keep it from reinstalling itself, it will kill copilot all together. I'm not sure if this works for 11 but I did it for my win 10 laptop and it worked like a charm.

Turns out, the program and a few other processes that aren't important, run on Edge and rely on it in order to work.

when they were rolling out the copilot preview I found nothing I did worked to keep it turned off or deleted. Only until I uninstalled Edge did it work.

I made a whole post on how to do that here , but again this is for windows 10, idk if it works for 11.

Literal definition of spyware:

Also From Microsoft’s own FAQ: "Note that Recall does not perform content moderation. It will not hide information such as passwords or financial account numbers. 🤡

[boreal-sea]

If you're on Windows 11 like I am for my "main" computer (in my case for school purposes and because I can't get Baldur's Gate 3 to play on Linux), then you might've seen this annoying piece of AI shit show up on your taskbar:

This is Windows Copilot, and it's fulled by the same shit ChatGPT is fuelled by. There is currently no way to uninstall it, but there is a way to deactivate it completely, which I've linked below. It's very easy, and it took me like, 2 minutes to do.

[leveragehunters]

CoPilot in MS Word

I opened Word yesterday to discover that it now contains CoPilot. It follows you as you type and if you have a personal Microsoft 365 account, you can't turn it off. You will be given 60 AI credits per month and you can't opt out of it.

The only way to banish it is to revert to an earlier version of Office. There is lot of conflicting information and overly complex guides out there, so I thought I'd share the simplest way I found.

How to revert back to an old version of Office that does not have CoPilot

This is fairly simple, thankfully, presuming everything is in the default locations. If not you'll need to adjust the below for where you have things saved.

Click the Windows Button and S to bring up the search box, then type cmd. It will bring up the command prompt as an option. Run it as an administrator.

Paste this into the box at the cursor: cd "\Program Files\Common Files\microsoft shared\ClickToRun"

Hit Enter

Then paste this into the box at the cursor: officec2rclient.exe /update user updatetoversion=16.0.17726.20160

Hit enter and wait while it downloads and installs.

VERY IMPORTANT. Once it's done, open Word, go to File, Account (bottom left), and you'll see a box on the right that says Microsoft 365 updates. Click the box and change the drop down to Disable Updates.

This will roll you back to build 17726.20160, from July 2024, which does not have CoPilot, and prevent it from being installed.

If you want a different build, you can see them all listed here. You will need to change the 17726.20160 at step 4 to whatever build number you want.

This is not a perfect fix, because while it removes CoPilot, it also stops you receiving security updates and bug fixes.

Switching from Office to LibreOffice

At this point, I'm giving up on Microsoft Office/Word. After trying a few different options, I've switched to LibreOffice.

You can download it here for free: https://www.libreoffice.org/

If you like the look of Word, these tutorials show you how to get that look:

www.howtogeek.com/788591/how-to-make-libreoffice-look-like-microsoft-office/

www.debugpoint.com/libreoffice-like-microsoft-office/

If you've been using Word for awhile, chances are you have a significant custom dictionary. You can add it to LibreOffice following these steps.

First, get your dictionary from Microsoft

Go to Manage your Microsoft 365 account: account.microsoft.com.

One you're logged in, scroll down to Privacy, click it and go to the Privacy dashboard.

Scroll down to Spelling and Text. Click into it and scroll past all the words to download your custom dictionary. It will save it as a CSV file.

Open the file you just downloaded and copy the words.

Open Notepad and paste in the words. Save it as a text file and give it a meaningful name (I went with FromWord).

Next, add it to LibreOffice

Open LibreOffice.

Go to Tools in the menu bar, then Options. It will open a new window.

Find Languages and Locales in the left menu, click it, then click on Writing aids.

You'll see User-defined dictionaries. Click New to the right of the box and give it a meaningful name (mine is FromWord).

Hit Apply, then Okay, then exit LibreOffice.

Open Windows Explorer and go to C:\Users\[YourUserName]\AppData\Roaming\LibreOffice\4\user\wordbook and you will see the new dictionary you created. (If you can't see the AppData folder, you will need to show hidden files by ticking the box in the View menu.)

Open it in Notepad by right clicking and choosing 'open with', then pick Notepad from the options.

Open the text file you created at step 5 in 'get your dictionary from Microsoft', copy the words and paste them into your new custom dictionary UNDER the dotted line.

Save and close.

Reopen LibreOffice. Go to Tools, Options, Languages and Locales, Writing aids and make sure the box next to the new dictionary is ticked.

If you use LIbreOffice on multiple machines, you'll need to do this for each machine.

Please note: this worked for me. If it doesn't work for you, check you've followed each step correctly, and try restarting your computer. If it still doesn't work, I can't provide tech support (sorry).

[copperbadge]

Get Thee Behind Me

Love how Microsoft just decided to put a preview of Copilot AI on my computer without telling me.

The only reason I noticed is that I use the lower-right-hand status bar in Windows fairly frequently and saw a weird little rainbow that said "Pre", and when I clicked on it a whole-ass Copilot window came up. Copilot is the host body for Microsoft Recall as well, the creepy parasite that Microsoft had to roll back after an uproar over the idea of it watching every single thing you do on your computer.

While I could search the internet for ways to turn it off, I do appreciate irony of making apps I don't want tell me how to kill them. So I asked it how to remove it from my computer and whaddaya know, it's as easy as Start > Settings > Personalization > Taskbar to switch it off. And now you know too!

Keep an eye on your status bar, I guess.

[fixyourwritinghabits]

Hi hello

How do I get ride of copilot on my laptop?

If it is popping up in Microsoft Word:

Open Files, click on Options at the bottom.

Copilot now appears under the list of options. Click on it, uncheck the Enable box

It will still appear grayed out on your ribbon. Right-click, choose "customize your ribbon," look for "Assistance" under the Home tab, remove Copilot (or the Assistance option in general, frankly).

You will also have to do this for Excel and other apps, but I can confirm it's doable. Microsoft will likely very annoyingly ask you to sign out and sign in or restart your computer. This has taken me at last three times to get to work finally.

If it is appearing on your computer:

Open Settings, click on Apps, click on "Installed Apps"

You should be able to find an uninstall Copilot from there

If Microsoft does a major update, you will probably have to repeat the above steps. Turn off auto-updates to avoid this issue.

Currently you can switch to the Classic version of Office that does not have Copilot, however - also annoyingly - you won't be able to immediately switch until your current subscription is over. You can, however, switch back to earlier versions of Microsoft that does not include Copilot by following these steps.

[dragonmarquise]

How to Deal with Windows 10/11 Nonsense

This is more for my own reference to keep all of this on one post. But hopefully others will find this useful too! So yeah, as the title says, this is a to organize links and resources related to handling/removing nonsense from Windows 10 and Windows 11. Especially bloatware and stuff like that Copilot AI thing.

First and foremost, there's O&O Software's ShutUp10++ (an antispy tool that help give you more control over Windows settings) and App Buster (helps remove bloatware and manage applications). I've used these myself for Windows 10 and they work great, and the developers have stated that these should work with Windows 11 too!

10AppsManager is another bloatware/app management tool, though at the moment it seems to only work on Windows 10.

Winaero Tweaker, similar to ShupUp10++ in that it gives you more control over Windows to disable some of the more annoying settings, such as disabling web search from the taskbar/start menu and disabling ads/tips/suggestions in different parts of the OS. I think ShupUp10++ covers the same options as this one, but I'm not entirely sure.

OpenShell, helps simplify the Start Menu and make it look more like the classic start menu from older versions of Windows. Should work with both 10 and 11 according to the readme.

Notes on how to remove that one horrible AI spying snapshots feature that's being rolled out on Windows 11 right now.

Article on how to remove Copilot (an AI assistant) from Windows 11. (Edit 11/20/2024) Plus a post with notes on how to remove it from Windows 10 too, since apparently it's not just limited to 11 now.

Win11Debloat, a simple script that can be used to automatically remove pretty much all of the bullshit from both 10 and 11, though a lot of its features are focused on fixing Windows 11 in particular (hence the name). Also has options you can set to pick and choose what changes you want!

Article on how to set up Windows 11 with a local account on a new computer, instead of having to log in with a Microsoft account. To me, this is especially important because I much prefer having a local account than let Microsoft have access to my stuff via a cloud account. Also note this article and this article for more or less the same process.

I will add to this as I find more resources. I'm hoping to avoid Windows 11 for as long as possible, and I've already been used the O&O apps to keep Windows 10 trimmed down and controlled. But if all else fails and I have to use Windows 11 on a new computer, then I plan to be as prepared as possible.

Edit 11/1/2024: Two extra things I wanted to add onto here.

A recommended Linux distro for people who want to use Linux instead of Windows.

How to run a Windows app on Linux, using Wine. Note that this will not work for every app out there, though a lot of people out there are working on testing different apps and figuring out how to get them to work in Wine.

The main app I use to help with my art (specifically for 3D models to make references when I need it) is Windows only. If I could get it to work on Linux, it would give me no reason to use Windows outside of my work computer tbh (which is a company laptop anyways).

[jjeremysstash]

Fixing Windows 11 - A Masterpost

Windows 11 is absolute crap for a good bunch of stuff so yeah, have a masterpost with most of the things I've found around to fix it haha (they're not all here because I did stuff around and I don't remember what)

YES, I KNOW at this point Linux would be a better alternative, however some here can't use Linux due to some proprietary programs that are not on Linux. This Masterpost is for the people in the same situation as I, aka those who have to have Windows or they can't do their job.

I am currently unemployed and haven't worked enough for the government to help me. I have a ko-fi if ever you want to help.

Stopping W11 from making you create an account/setting up your computer without internet (with a way to create gpedit.msc if your version doesn't have it)

Fixing the Taskbar (in case you also don't like the grouped Battery/internet/sound or the way the windows look)(there's more to it, check the settings)

There is the chance that Windows can't update because of this, you just have to uninstall it and reinstall it afterwards. They also completely nuked the Windows 10 look in the 24H2 update, so use the "Windows 10 (Explorer Patcher)" option instead of the plain "Windows 10".

Removing the rounded windows (since ExplorerPatcher doesn't do it anymore on 24H2)

https://github.com/valinet/Win11DisableRoundedCorners

How to move the volume and luminosity pop ups (so you can finally see those sweet sweet subtitles)

In case ModernFlyouts doesn't automatically start up, possible solution

Fixing the Start Menu (ExplorerPatcher can do that too, btw)

How to show all options right away

A way to bring back the Calendar

https://github.com/matej137/OutlookRemover

MICROSOFT FULLY NUKED THE CALENDAR!!! Possible fix is to downgrade the app (which is fine if you don't use the Mail), but do use the OutlookRemover to stop the automatic installation of the new version.

https://github.com/matej137/OutlookRemover/issues/15

Your Bluetooth suddenly doesn't work???

It happens sometimes for no clear reasons so here are a few things you can do:

Check if the icon is in the Taskbar. If not, verify if it is available in the pop up menu (the one from the gear icon)

If it's not here, check your parameter to see if you have the option to turn it on.

If it's still not here, reboot your PC.

If it's STILL not working, update your Bluetooth driver. You can do so by looking for "driver" in the menu and opening the Device Manager, then right click on the right Bluetooth component and update its driver.

If Windows says that the driver is up to date, try checking out this helper: https://support.microsoft.com/en-us/windows/fix-bluetooth-problems-in-windows-723e092f-03fa-858b-5c80-131ec3fba75c

If really nothing help, download and install a recent Bluetooth Driver. Be careful of what you download and from where.

Someone who stumbled on this post fixed it by downloading the Bluetooth Driver 5.0.1.1500 from Softonic (https://www.softonic.nl/download/bluetooth-driver/windows).

How to remove Copilot if you have it (I don't, but it might be because I'm in Europe??)

Archive

Apparently Copilot is being forced on people so hummm

Other stuff not specifically related to the shit W11 did

Changing the size of the scroll bars

How to fully remove Cortana

Website with tools to fix W10 and W11

[purinfelix]

can we get more pilot!charles please 🥹🥹🥹

pilot! charles leclerc headcanons ˎˊ˗

a/n: ok consider this sort of a follow on from this piece bc i didn't feel like writing a whole new part, forgive me ....

✦ it's almost impressive how he manages to balance being so bashfully polite yet so cocky

✦ like, obviously, he's an amazing pilot and has every right to be a total dick about it but the minute he steps out of the cockpit, hair a little tousled and face a little flushed he's just ... nice? and congratulates you on being a great copilot?

✦ it irritates you a little because you can't really fault him for anything serious

✦ at least you get to tease him about absolutely sucking at pool, but the whole team joins in on that whenever you visit the bar

✦ El Predistinato used to be his old call sign but it became a bit of a mouthful and he got annoyed by everyone butchering it - and so that's how 'Prince' became his new one (that, and the fact that every higher-up is just enamoured with his charms)

✦speaking of call signs, for some reason, he insists on just using everyone's actual names (he says he finds it easier than the nicknames) which catches everyone completely off guard

✦ notoriously bad at replying to messages, to the point where you've had conversations about potentially removing him from the unit group chat ... in the group chat ... with him in it (and he still has no clue)

✦ pretty obvious that he so badly wants to be one of those pilots who is a little reckless (in charles' words ... do some "crazy shit") but he's just a goody two shoes and physically cannot bring himself to take any risks

✦ never takes any of the safety training seriously but is still able to do it completely flawlessly

✦ like he's goofing off during first aid training so a superior will pick on him to come and demonstrate on the doll and he manages to do the entire CPR procedure perfectly first try

✦ gets way too chatty during practice flights - like not even about relevant stuff

"Weather's looking good this morning," you hear him hum from behind you as you try your best to focus on the path in front of you. You only let out a soft grunt to let him know you've heard him. "I wonder if it'll stay sunny for long, I mean we are going into summer but who knows it might get a bit rainy." You're silent, trying just to block him out and focus. "You ever wonder what bad weather must be like for animals? Like if I were a bird maybe I wouldn't mind the rain because I could just fly wherever I want-" "Charles shut up." "Got it."

taglist: @multifan-idk @presleycaudle

[lsunstreakerl]

1.2k of the pacific rim verse! again, trying out a different style of writing here.

[Harsh lighting clicks on, shining down on the white interview table.]

Specialist: Introduce yourself, please.

D. Ricciardo: Daniel Ricciardo. Retired Senior Lieutenant, Jaeger Copilot for HB-333, now retired. Temporary Emergency Solo Pilot for Jaeger 01, active.

Specialist: Describe the incident leading up to your emergency piloting of Jaeger 01.

D. Ricciardo: *Laughs*

D. Ricciardo: How far back do you want me to go?

Specialist: Just the day-of, please. We'll go over the history later.

D. Ricciardo: Alright.

D. Ricciardo: I was trying to achieve drift with 01's primary pilot—

Specialist: I understand your extenuating circumstances, but if you would state the name of the primary pilot?

D. Ricciardo: *Winces*

D. Ricciardo: Max Verstappen. Former Copilot of HB-333, Primary Solo Pilot of Jaeger 01.

Specialist: Thank you. Continue.

D. Ricciardo: I was on the third attempt to drift with him. Still hadn't found anything, due to the format of the mindscape he'd left behind.

Specialist: Describe the mindscape.

D. Ricciardo: Barren.

D. Ricciardo: I've never seen anything like it. Cause normally with a mindscape, it's a representation of the pilot, yeah? It's their history and their personality, and that's how you achieve drift, is by finding the things in common and merging them.

D. Ricciardo: His was empty. Or— maybe not empty, is the right word. It was fragmented.

Specialist: Fragmented.

D. Ricciardo: Yeah.

D. Ricciardo: I'd get maybe two or three seconds of a memory, and then it was gone. If you think of a regular mindscape being like seeing the bright, internal core of a person, then his was like seeing a shell of it.

D. Ricciardo: You could tell that someone had been there once, and that they weren't anymore.

D. Ricciardo: Extremely unsettling.

Specialist: You're pale. Do you need a water brought in?

D. Ricciardo: No, it's fine.

D. Ricciardo: We can keep going.

Specialist: You stated you were on your third attempt at achieving drift. What prevented the first two from succeeding?

D. Ricciardo: He just wasn't there.

D. Ricciardo: I hit the maximum time limit I could stay in the gel with him, and I wasn't able to find anything more than a scrap of memory.

D. Ricciardo: I mean, obviously we know why now, but at the time it was also unsettling. I felt like I was trying to drift with a dead man.

Specialist: What made the third attempt different?

D. Ricciardo: Nothing.

D. Ricciardo: I failed that one too. I got pulled out cause the boots— sorry, infantrymen— were removing him from the gel. So they could take him to 01.

Specialist: Video footage shows you following.

D. Ricciardo: Yes. I went into the pilot locker rooms and borrowed a suit.

Specialist: To be clear, at this point in time you had not been given any orders to follow or to pilot.

D. Ricciardo: Correct.

Specialist: So why did you?

D. Ricciardo: I was suffering memory retrieval headaches at the time. Debilitating stuff, if you've ever had one.

D. Ricciardo: I had this, like, tug. In my chest.

D. Ricciardo: I didn't even consider not following him, honestly. Even if I thought about it, my feet were already moving.

Specialist: Do you feel that had anything to do with the history between yourself and Verstappen?

D. Ricciardo: I mean. It'd be hard not to.

D. Ricciardo: Obviously him and I were very close prior to the memory removal procedure, that's part of being copilots. You know everything about each other.

D. Ricciardo: Looking at the success rates for HB-333, he and I were even better copilots than most. But that's part of the memory removal process, yeah? Even if they blocked out my memories of him, the body doesn't forget. Too much muscle memory of being inside each other's heads, I'm sure.

Specialist: Records state you only obtained clearance to attempt the drift and subsequent piloting of Jaeger 01 after you'd suited up.

D. Ricciardo: That also sounds correct. We'll call it preemptive planning from me, how's that?

D. Ricciardo: I got clearance from a General right before I went in. That's also when they told me I would have to pilot solo if we couldn't drift.

Specialist: Our readings on Jaeger 01 show a fluctuation in your drift readings from when you initially strapped in, with an 11.63% from Verstappen.

D. Ricciardo: That didn't last long. We connected as soon as I tried to drift solo.

Specialist: That matches with what you claimed immediately after the incident, yes. Our readings never jumped above 15% for Verstappen, but your drift reading was at 98%.

D. Ricciardo: Yeah.

Specialist: That's not possible. A drift can't be uneven.

D. Ricciardo: You were reading the wrong thing, mate. His physical drift reading was low, because he wasn't present in his own mind. His body was there, but nobody was home.

Specialist: Elaborate.

D. Ricciardo: It's exactly what I said when we got back and I got out of the cockpit.

Specialist: Your exact words were, "He's the fucking Jaeger." correct?

D. Ricciardo: Affirmative.

Specialist: Lieutenant Ricciardo, I'm just trying to understand.

D. Ricciardo: Retired Lieutenant.

D. Ricciardo: I've never felt anything like it. As soon as I made the solo drift connection, he was there.

Specialist: What do you mean by "there"?

D. Ricciardo: In my head. Around me, piloting with me. I thought I was going insane at first. He said he'd been waiting for me to come back.

Specialist: You communicated with him?

D. Ricciardo: Correct. He was managing the psychological effects of the drift, and the memorial retrieval process my brain was going through. I never would've been able to focus otherwise.

Specialist: To be clear, you're implying that despite no longer being mentally present in his physical body, you communicated with Max Verstappen in an incorporeal manner?

D. Ricciardo: Correct again. Never experienced anything like it— I'm sure it shows in our Jaeger response speeds.

Specialist: Your stint as Emergency Pilot beat out every other record 01 has set.

D. Ricciardo: Credit where credit is due mate, I've got no idea how he was piloting it on his own. It may look like I was flying solo on paper, but trust me, I wasn't.

Specialist: Was it difficult to step out of the cockpit?

D. Ricciardo: Extremely.

Specialist: For the record, we still have no physical response from Verstappen outside of the Jaeger.

D. Ricciardo: I tried to convince him to go back to his body, actually. Didn't go well.

Specialist: Are you implying he's still in Jaeger 01?

D. Ricciardo: Yes.

D. Ricciardo: Which is why I've requested a reinstatement of my piloting credentials.

Specialist: You think you can pilot 01?

D. Ricciardo: It's a win-win for all of you.

D. Ricciardo: Either I pilot solo and you get more use out of 01— and let's be honest here, you've gotten all the use you can out of Max, and then some.

D. Ricciardo: Or I'm able to bring him back from the drift in the Jaeger, and you'll have two talented pilots back.

Specialist: Memory removal procedures make soldiers ineligible to be pilots.

D. Ricciardo: Like you said. Extenuating circumstances.

Specialist: Thank you for your time, Lieutenant Ricciardo.

D. Ricciardo: Retired.

Specialist: As of one hour ago, you are once again an active Lieutenant.

D. Ricciardo: [beep]

[gloryofroses19]

Fly Me to the Moon

“I just don’t get it.”  Lieutenant [y/n] was only partly lying, she could somewhat understand the appeal. However, she couldn’t have him know that the appeal was mostly him. 

Shooting his passenger a handsome grin, Major John Egan effortlessly followed the bend to the Air Field. “Well I gotta show you some time.”

“Do you, though?” To the untrained eye, Bucky Egan’s driving seemed lackadaisical. Hands resting comfortably at 4 and 6 o’clock, aviator glasses covering his blue eyes, mouth chewing gum and sporting an easy smile, he seemed like a man of leisure. But those who were close to him, knew Major Bucky Egan as anything but careless about those close to him. The combination of his confidence, his steadfast leadership and devastatingly handsome looks in that fur lined jacket, she could begin to understand the attraction of flying. 

It was enough to make her consider, in the lonely dead of night, about inquiring if she could become the first woman in the Air Force just to see him more, Hilter and those flying deathtraps be damned. 

“Of course, there’s nothing like flyin. When I come back we’ll sneak you past Mother Matron Moore and past Kenny.” Waving to the working crewman as he parked, Bucky leaned in conspiratorially. “But we might have to ditch the truck though, wear good walking shoes too.” 

Scrunching her nose up after Bucky finished his thought with a tap on her nose, [y/n] shook her head. “Don’t you get into enough trouble Major Egan?”

Chuckling as he rounded his way to her side of the truck, John held his hand out to help [y/n] out.  “No, besides, it's why you like me, Lieutenant Goody-Two Shoes.” 

“Oh that’s why? I guess I need to rethink my priorities” 

Eyes crinkling happily as she had yet to release his hand from her delicate grip, John smiled. He would miss her when he was up in the cold dangerous sky. Her warmth, her mirth, the safety she provided him.  

“Oh, are there other reasons?” He beams at [y/n], inching closer to watch the sunlight in her gaze. Major Bucky Egan didn’t need other’s praise. Sure, when Bubbles said he was a great fighter pilot or when Buck said he would follow him anywhere, it was nice to hear. But her praise? Hers was enough to fill his heart with a song he could sing forever and how Bucky Egan loved to sing… 

Despite the retort bubbling on the tip of her tongue, [y/n] laughed. “Yes, but your ego is big enough. You don’t need me to inflate it more, otherwise how will your head fit in the cockpit Major?” Tilting her head to the side, [y/n] raises her eyebrows at him. Baiting him into asking for her praise, she had learned early on that he was so transparent around her. It was one of the things that enamored her, never shy, only careful. As if her attention and affection was something to earn and worship.  

“Easy,” Mirroring her head tilt, John added lightly. “I'll just kick my copilot out. I’d even allow him a parachute.” 

The loud shouts of the crew around her was a balm over the burning heat of his grasp and gaze, the reality of this situation reemerging. Removing her hand from his hold, she instead placed her palm on his chest, and not before noticing the flash of disappointment in the Major’s eyes.

“I’ll make you deal, every mission you come back I’ll tell you another reason I like you.”

He had never thought he was the type of man to get weak in the knees but her earnest proposal sure made him reconsider that.  “Now that’s a reason to come back!” 

“Now that’s a reason to stay in the air, don’t need your ego getting any bigger John!” Startling them out of their bubble, Major Buck Cleven slapped his best friend’s back. 

Bucky knew he was living on borrowed time, the lead pilot couldn’t be late to the mission. So, with his final few seconds, he took the hand off his chest. After raising it to his lips, he brushed his lips against the smooth skin before wishing her farewell. 

“Hey Fly Boy,” Raising her voice above the chatter of the crew, she flashed him a smile. “Bring me a souvenir!”

“You got it, Lieutenant!” 

A/N: I appreciate any and all feedback! Hope you guys enjoy!

More Than You Know is an unofficial official sequel

[thegreymarveljedi]

Get Well Soon!

The Bad Batch x Reader

Soooooo…. This was inspired by me dealing with this god awful sickness for like, 2 months back in March. It’s taken me a while to write this just because I’ve been so busy. I graduated from University, I’ve been working two jobs almost non stop for the past 3 months, my birthday was a few days ago etc. so I apologize for taking so long to write these stories.

Pre-Echo Era! And just a cute little sick fic!

Warnings: FLUFFF, sick reader, needles (medication purposes), the batch being really fluffy and cute, things work how I need them too!

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A sneeze rang out through the hull of the Marauder, followed closely by a series of barking coughs that sounded so painful even from the cockpit. Tech turned to look at Hunter whose eyes were focused instead on the closed door to the cockpit, and waiting to see if someone would enter.

“I didn’t realize Jedi were so susceptible to sickness,” Hunter mumbled as another fit of coughs rang out, the sergeant wincing at how painful they sounded. He could even hear the scratching against her throat with his heightened senses.

“They are not like clones. We are genetically engineered not to be prone to sickness but the Jedi are naturally born and therefore are more likely to suffer,” Tech replied quietly, knowing that what he was saying was common knowledge to his brothers but needing to say something to keep himself from worrying to much about (Y/N), which was impossible.

Hunter only nodded at Tech’s words, hearing the sound of running water from the fresher sink. He could hear the laboured breathing coming from (Y/N)’s mouth, struggling to breathe through the fit. He could hear her heart beating erratically, the sound rapid and concerning.

“Is there anything we could do to help her?” Wrecker asked, looking to Hunter for any sort of resolution. He hated seeing their Jedi in such a state, the amount of pain she must have been feeling just from those coughs was enough to make the demolition expert wince. Crosshair had remained silent the whole time, cleaning his Firepuncher while listening to his brothers speak and the background sounds of their jetii gagging in the fresher.

It wasn’t that he didn’t care; he cared a great deal about her just like his brothers, but there was nothing he could do to help her right now. They were flying through hyperspace, on their way to another mission which they unfortunately couldn’t delay even for their sick general. Crosshair was listening intently for other signs of discomfort or distress, wanting to be aware of (Y/N)’s body movements incase something else happened.

Before Hunter could respond to Wrecker’s question, the cockpit door slid open to reveal (Y/N), hair and robes disheveled, eyes red and unshed tears prickling at her waterline. The batch looked on in slight horror seeing their Jedi in such a state of unkept, worried for her health. They had seen her in many states of dress and undress, health and injury but this was by far the most concerning.

It had started out small, a small cough and slight congestion a few days prior which they all thought nothing of. (Y/N) had chopped it up to being stress related and had brushed off whatever she felt, telling the boys, “it’ll go away in a couple days”. That was 4 days ago now and everyday, the sickness got worse and worse.

(Y/N) moved to sit in the copilots seat, her movements unsteady and uncoordinated, which was very unlike her. Hunter Immediately gave up his seat, guiding (Y/N) to sit comfortably while he tucked a piece of hair behind her ear.

“How’re you feeling cyare?” Hunter asked quietly, placing a comforting hand on (Y/N)’s back. She shivered at the contact, shying away from the touch that now made her skin tingle uncontrollably. Hunter removed his hand quickly, not wanting to cause her any more discomfort. She met his eyes and nodded gratefully, not trusting her words in this situation.

“Like I was trampled by a bantha then force thrown through a durasteel wall,” she said as a response to Hunter’s question, pulling her robes tighter around her body as she shuddered. Her nose tickled before a loud sneeze rang out through the cockpit, a chain of sneezes following until (Y/N)’s eyes were watery. Crosshair handed her a box of tissues that they kept around for random reasons, allowing (Y/N) to wipe her nose. She gave Crosshair a greatful smile and took the tissues without so much as a complaint.

“Technically durasteel is too-“ Tech began but was wracked on the back of the head by Crosshair with the scope of his Firepuncher.

“Ow!” Tech yelped and held the back of his head where Crosshair had hit him, turning to glare at his twin for the unnecessary violence. Crosshair in turn glared right back, tucking his rifle back where it belonged.

“Not now Tech,” Crosshair said and pointed to their jetii who look miserable enough without Tech needing to go into a long winded explanation about how her logic was wrong. Tech’s gaze fell to (Y/N) before he sighed and turned to fully face her, placing a gentle hand on her shoulder.

“Apologies, general. I did not mean to make you feel as though you could not express how you were feeling,” Tech said gently, giving her shoulder a comforting squeeze as Hunter gave a little nod from behind him. He knew his brother struggled with the concept of sarcasm or metaphors and they were trying to teach him social cues as well, but he was please that it seemed to be working.

“You have nothing to apologize for Tech. I know it doesn’t make logical sen-“ (Y/N) began but was cut off by Wrecker’s soft voice, one he only seemed to use with her.

“Oh mesh’la,” he said, carefully moving behind her and smoothing out her hair carefully, aware that it was in a state of disarray. (Y/N) shuddered at the feeling, though made no move to stop the gentle giant as Crosshair pulled a brush from who knows where and passed it to his brother.

“Don’t- mesh’la me. I look hideous,” (Y/N) said and curled in on herself more, bringing her knees up to her chest with a sigh, only to start coughing again. It was a vicious cycle that she wished would just end.

“Enough of that. You look beautiful even if you don’t feel beautiful,” Hunter said as he watched Wrecker brush her hair, being gentle and mindful of some of the bigger knots and tangles. He went slow and careful, feeling (Y/N) relax under the ministrations. It was something that the batch knew was a big display of trust for her, her hair being something she was very particular about.

“Yeah. We still think you look like the most beautiful woman in the galaxy,” Wrecker said softly, slowly working through the rest of her hair before moving to French braid it. This is something that had touched (Y/N) even more what learning that Wrecker, who had a very short attention span for most things, took the time to ask Tech and learn from him how to braid hair so that he could do it for her.

“Thanks Wrecker,” (Y/N) said softly, feeling herself melt under his display of love. Wrecker smiled from behind her, placing a lingering kiss to her neck before pulling back and finishing the braid.

“Wrecker is speaking the truth love. Even while ill you are the most attractive woman ever,” Tech said, with a slight blush, watching as their jetti smiled shyly at all the compliments. Wrecker finished the braid and tied it off with a hair tie Crosshair provided for him before carefully lifting (Y/N) into his arms.

“Let’s get you to your bunk cyar’ika,” Wrecker said as Hunter and Crosshair made a path for their brother to bring their sick General to her bunk. It was made more comfortable by an extra mattress and many blanket and pillows as souvenirs from different missions the batch had completed. (Y/N) had also made sure the batch had extra blankets for themselves, the GAR issued mattresses and blankets doing nothing to help them rest well at night.

“But what about-“ (Y/N) cut herself off as a coughing fit tore through her body, making her perch in Wreckers hold, “what about the mission?” She finished, her voice hoarse and shaky. She carefully met the eyes of the others who gave her a very unimpressed, “really” look.

“The mission can wait. You can barely walk straight,” Hunter said soothingly as he and the rest of the boys followed Wrecker to the bunk room.

“And can barely speak a full sentence without coughing,” Tech said as he dimmed the lights of the marauder to mitigate the headache he knew (Y/N) was suffering with from coughing so much.

“That’s not tr-“ she started but was cut off again as another fit of coughs wracked her body. She stopped trying to speak for a moment to compose herself once the coughing ceased, looking up at Wrecker with an apologetic expression.

“Okay,” she said, finally giving in to the fact that she was, in fact, not really for this mission and was too sick to argue with the Batch. Wrecker gave her a gentle smile before moving into the bunk room fully and carefully setting (Y/N) down.

“Easy Wrecker,” Crosshair chimed in, watching as his hulking brother laid their general down. Once she was laid in bed, Crosshair joined Wrecker in getting (Y/N) comfortable. Fluffing her pillow, making sure the blankets were covering her body and giving her as much comfort as possible.

“Okay. Now, you are going to wait on the ship and rest while we finish this mission. After that, we’ll head to Coruscant so you can rest,” Hunter said as Wrecker and Crosshair stepped away, kneeling down next to (Y/N)’s bunk and placing a comforting hand on her cheek.

“Are you sure?” She asked shyly, though turned away quickly as a series of sneezes forced their way out of her. She laid back and started sheepishly at Hunter before her eyes swept over the rest of the Batch. They all had knowing smiles, even Crosshair who was looking at her so fondly, as if she had just told him the funniest joke in the world.

“(Y/N),” Hunter started, calmly yet firmly, his eyes portraying love and adoration but also concern, “You’re in no position to join us. We can handle this okay,” he said and placed his hand back on her cheek. She nuzzled into the comfort of his big hands, feeling their rough, war hardened exterior yet somehow they felt like soft pillows against her skin.

Tech had disappeared from the bunk room without anyone’s knowledge, moving through the ship pick up everything he figured their cyar’ika would need while they were completing their mission.

“Here darling, I have brought you water, nourishment, an extra blanket-“ Tech started as he came back into the room but was cut off by Wrecker who moved in behind him with-

“And here’s Lula!” Wrecker exclaimed happily, making sure to tuck the stuffed Tooka into (Y/N)’s hold, careful not to disturb the rest of the comfortable cocoon they had assembled for her. Tech glared at Wrecker momentarily before he pushed his way past, resting himself on the edge of (Y/N)’s bunk before he finished the sentence that Wrecker interrupted.

“-and here is a dose of medicine. It should help to clear your nasal cavity in order for you to rest while we are gone,” He said kindly, nodding at Hunter who helped (Y/N) tilt her head in order for Tech to give her the injection.

“Thank you Tech,” (Y/N) said tensing for a second as the needle breeched her skin before relaxing, feeling the medicine begin to work almost immediately. She took a deep breath and sighed in relief at being able to breathe normally. Mouthing a thank you to Tech who smiled sheepishly, leaving down to place a kiss to her forehead.

“Get some rest cyare,” Tech whisper in her ear, giving her one more lingering kiss to her cheek before stepping back to let Crosshair through.

“We’ll be back before you know it,” the sniper said, placing a hand on her shoulder before pulling the blanket back up under (Y/N)’s chin, kissing her forehead before moving to join Tech by the door.

“We love you cyar’ika,” Wrecker said as he stepped up and knelt down next to the bunk, grinning with a fondness that only he could display, “you take good care of her Lula.” Wreckers words to his stuffed Tooka prompted giggle from (Y/N) before she yawned, her eyes fluttering as she tried to stay awake just a little longer.

Hunter nodded to Wrecker as the demolitions expert got up to join Crosshair and Tech. Hunter faced (Y/N) with a fondness expression, watching as she tried to fight the medication but was loosing.

“Rest mesh’la,” Hunter said quietly before placing a kiss to her head, watching as she finally gave in to sleep, the love of her boys surrounding her, their care and gentleness lulling her into a peaceful slumber.

Thank you for support! Let me know what you think of this Fic and what you would like to see next! Next story to come is a Wrecker x Reader requested by an Anon!

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PSA: Copilot installed itself on my Android phone

I STRONGLY suggest you check your apps and uninstall it. Fortunately, I was able to just go to apps in settings and uninstall it.

I also found with my latest Windows update it got reinstalled after I removed it, although that was less of a surprise.

(This is not a post to add your opinions about how I shouldn't use Windows or Android anyway. Life is not as simple as that.)

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What We Did on Felucia - Ch 9

Pairing: The Bad Batch x f!Reader (Tech x Reader chapter)

Story Tags: Smut, dubcon, slow burn, sex pollen, eventual polybatch

Chapter Summary: “You may do more than look, if you wish.”

AO3

The conversation with Master Shaak Ti left you unbalanced and doubtful. A part of you took comfort in the knowledge that your master always meant for you to come to Kamino and be amongst the clones, but you doubted he would have approved of where it led.

Remaining in the room to continue meditation was impossible, so you let your mind carry you as you walked the circumference of the domes. Your master had called it a sort of walking meditation, often solving problems that escaped him by simply letting his body go where it willed.

Perhaps it was no surprise you ended up in the hangar where the Marauder berthed. The silhouette of the ship with its cutting lines and sleek angles brought comfort in its familiarity, and you walked up the gangway without a second thought.

You sensed him just before you finished ascending the steps, and you froze at the entrance of the cockpit. Tech was under the pilot-side dashboard, doing repairs or maintenance from the look of the tools in his hand. He also wore his helmet, schematics glowing on his front visor. No words came to mind as your gaze roved up his long legs and flat stomach.

Unbidden came the memory; desperate, aching, and too hot, grinding against him seeking relief.

You turned back to the door.

“Is there something you need?”

At his unfortunate choice of words, you closed your eyes and took a deep breath, then slowly turned to face the interior of the cockpit.

“I didn’t realize anyone was here. Should I… Would you like me to go?”

“Why would I want that?”

He continued to work, not once glancing down at you. You tried not to shift on your feet.

“I thought I might be a distraction.”

“You won’t be.”

This was a bad idea. Leaving was the smart thing to do, so you said, “All right,” and sat in the copilot chair. You perched on the edge of it, not allowing yourself to get too comfortable, and your attention drifted back to his legs. The braces had been removed, replaced with his usual sparse armor.

“How do you feel?”

He glanced at you then, apparently confused at your question, but when he saw where your gaze lingered, he understood.

“Quite well. Some stiffness remains and the joints aren’t as mobile as before, but that will improve with stretching and light activity.” He paused for a moment, both with his speech and with his hands, and then he said, “Thank you for asking.”

You smiled a little. A few minutes of silence passed, long enough for you to start to slip into a halfway meditation when he spoke again, bringing you back.

“Why did you come aboard if you thought the ship was empty?” Tech’s question was curious but in a vague way, most of his attention diverted to the repairs.

“It’s quiet here. Perfect for meditation.”

His hands paused again.

“Most of Tipoca City is quiet, with the exception of wherever the regs are.”

That was true; the clone troopers and cadets brought a sense of warmth and light to an otherwise silent city filled with white halls and surrounded by a cold ocean.

“It’s a different kind of quiet,” you said, watching the busy movement of clones and droids from the viewport. “It’s not completely silent here, even with the engine shut down. The life support system gives off a very slight hum, and the hyperdrive has its own kind of constant energy. It’s… relaxing.”

“I do not know what hum or energy you speak of, but Hunter says the same.” And without missing a beat, he added, “You’re not comfortable on Kamino.”

The question caused a hiccup in your thoughts. Only Tech could be so blunt and catch a Jedi off-guard.

“No, Kamino is fine, it’s…”

You reflected how comfortable you were around the clones, how well you fit in with the Batch. You’d watched many cadets grow into troopers, and the squad was no exception. You’d tried to protect them from a distance, even before you joined as their commander and their present danger had become battle droids. As much as you enjoyed some parts of Kamino, the Kaminoans weren’t one of them.

Tech said nothing, simply waited for you to finish your thought, and you finally said, “I… simply find it more comfortable here on the ship.”

“And in our barracks.”

You looked away in embarrassment rather than denial. You’d avoided their barracks since returning, but before the mission to Felucia, you’d spent more time there than your own quarters. It had taken a lot of coaxing on their part, but it had started to feel like home.

There was no denying the room was a mess, but it felt wonderfully lived-in, with couches and armchairs “borrowed” from offworld. The warm lights strung around Wrecker’s bunk, the chaotic workshop on Tech’s, Echo’s nearby hammock filled with blankets and pillows. Crosshair’s “nest” blocked off by storage crates, the wall above his bunk displaying his perfect target shots. And then there was Hunter’s bunk, clean and crisp to military standard, but in his footlocker he kept a collection of sentimental items he thought no one knew about, including two holoimages.

One holoimage displayed the squad outside the Republic base on Coruscant, taken before you joined the squad. The other holoimage showed the six of you perched on one of the massive trees of Kashyyyk, taken by a scouting probe droid Tech temporarily “borrowed” to capture the image. It was your first time on Kashyyyk, and you’d said something about how it reminded you of Cathar. So, the men had taken it upon themselves to make sure you had a memento to take with you, and you had a second image you kept in your quarters.

“And your barracks,” you agreed.

Nothing else was said for a while, and you continued to stare out the viewport without really seeing beyond. You tried to think of nothing at all, especially the decision that hung over your head, but as soon as your focus strayed, so did your gaze. It wandered back to the clone under the dashboard, roving over his long limbs and lean muscle.

Too late you realized Tech was watching you, and your gaze fixated on the buttons on the console.

“You can look.”

You blanched at his words. You really shouldn’t. Really, really shouldn’t. But as inevitable as a meteor caught in a gravitational well, your gaze landed on him. His eyes held yours for a moment before he returned to his task.

And you did look, wholly and without restraint, admiring the casual confidence in his body as he propped one leg up, the other bent at the knee. With a shift of his hips, he readjusted his position. Perhaps it wasn’t even on purpose, but the result was the same. You wanted.

Without looking at you, his voice low and smooth and caressing down your spine, he said, “You may do more than look, if you wish.”

You closed your eyes, claws pressing down and threatening to sink into the armrest cushions. The question left you in a devastated whisper.

“Are you sure?”

“Completely.”

By the time you gathered your wit enough to open your eyes, Tech had returned to his work, and the idea that he wouldn’t be distracted from his task no matter what you did to him was like a low punch to the gut. He hadn’t done anything, hadn’t spoken more than a few words, and yet, you would do anything for him. All he had to do was ask.

You knelt beside him, still in a state of disbelief as your knees braced against the durasteel. Your gaze trailed up his long thighs, and then your fingers followed, tracing up the outward curve of muscle. At the touch, he spread them wider, and you knelt between his knees without thought, palms caressing up his legs.

As you predicted, he continued to work at the panel, but his outward appearance didn’t match the simmering interest under the surface. You leaned down and pressed your cheek against his unarmored abdomen, and even though there were at least two layers between you, he took a small, inaudible breath.

Needing more, you rose up his body and settled your weight on him, still wedged between his spread legs as you found your target. Experimentally, more curious than experienced, you traced your lips along the thin strip of exposed skin that lay between the neckline of his suit and the bottom of his helmet.

A shiver ran up his body, but he still continued to work, his patience outmatching yours. You put your hands on either side of his helmet and gently tugged it upward, removing it completely.

Tech frowned and opened his mouth to object, and then you planted your lips just below his ear and licked.

He failed to remain unmoved, and Tech sucked in a breath, his hips pushing up in what felt like an unconscious response. Tilting his head back, you dragged mouth and teeth over the sharp edges of his jaw, and when you sucked hard on one spot where his jaw met his throat, he made his first noise, a weak, breathy moan.

Savoring the victory, you kissed up his jaw to his cheek, and then the corner of his mouth, but you pulled away before your lips could meet. You marveled at his flustered state, the flush in his cheeks and the dark pools of his eyes. With careful gentleness, you lifted his goggles and pulled them over his head, depositing them on the floor. You brushed your thumbs over the indents left under his eyes, smiling softly.

Tech stared up at you, eyes round and expressive and almost startled. Fondness and warmth hit you so completely it was like a physical thing.

“I still want to kiss you,” you said.

“Indeed?”

“Mmm.”

“Then you may do so.”

You kissed him.

You’d never kissed anyone before. Although you understood the principle, you’d never understood the practice—not until his lips were warm against yours and you breathed in the scent that was his alone. And when Tech finally put down his hydrospanner and placed his hands on the small of your back, you curiously licked the seam of his mouth.

Tech opened his lips, granting you access, and you tasted him hungrily, pressing deeper until he trembled under you. You finally broke the kiss, gasping for breath, and he wasn’t much better off, trying to catch his air as he stared up at you with something like awe.

“I haven’t… told Hunter my decision yet,” you panted.

“But you have made a decision.”

“Yes.” Your smile faded as you met his eye. Maybe you should have planned this out better, but as soon as you walked onto the ship and saw Tech, your decision was made. “I want this.”

“Good. You can tell him later.”

He lowered his face and pressed his lips to your neck, sending a jolt of electricity through your body.

“But…” you gasped, “but what about your research? And-and laying down ground rules?”

You felt the smirk against your skin.

“When have we ever followed rules?”

He sucked right below your jaw, and you had to be careful not to catch your nails in his outer suit.

“I… I want…”

“To have intercourse with me?” he asked between the sizzling attention on your neck.

“Yes.”

“Thank the Maker.”

You let out a quick laugh that sharpened into a moan as he continued his merciless onslaught.

“How should we proceed?”

“Just like this,” you said with strained words. “I want you right here.”

“Then here you shall have me.”

You claimed his lips again, sloppy and without grace as you reached down and fumbled off his codpiece. This might be your first experience kissing, but you remembered how to do this much through the feverish haze of your memory. Your hand dipped into his body suit and you gripped his erection. Tech gasped and rutted into your hand with an urgency you understood too well. Between Tech’s enhanced focus and your own trained discipline, you were typically the most steadfast members of the group, but he was just as impatient as you were, as if something had been left unfinished since Felucia.

“I doubt… I will last long… if you continue.”

You eased up and said, “More testing later, then,” and his wide-eyed expression was one you tucked away for safekeeping. Breathless and stunned was a good look on him.

Releasing him and rising to your knees, you stripped off your outer and inner robes, and Tech watched intently as you peeled off the rest of your body suit. It was risky being nude in the hangar bay, and Tech immediately understood that, because with a press of his wrist comm he closed the hatch.

“And next time,” you added, “I plan on you being naked, too.”

“I approve of this plan.”

After you pulled your bandeau over your head and tugged your underwear down both legs, you straddled Tech’s lap. His gloved hands gravitated to your waist, running his fingers up and down your fur.

Impatient and unable to wait any longer, you leaned up onto your knees and tugged down his waistband, freeing his cock. The head dripped with precum, skin flushed and hard, aching with a need you shared. You pushed the head against your entrance and slowly sank down. You didn’t take the time to prepare, not wanting to delay, and it was unnecessary in the end.

Tech’s hold on your hips tightened, his breathing shallow and uneven as he bit his lip. Giving into temptation, you leaned down and kissed him, nibbling his bottom lip for yourself. Tech groaned into your mouth.

As soon as he was fully sheathed inside, you started a slow grind on his lap, nearly overwhelmed by the fulness inside and the involuntary motions and noises you pulled out of him.

You ground down harder, picking up a faster pace and being forced to let go of the kiss. Hands braced against his chest, you watched his expression, not wanting to miss the hazy, drunk with pleasure glaze in his eyes.

Something hot and tight clenched in your gut, and around his cock, and he moaned in the back of his throat.

“You are… exquisite.”

The clench and throb came again, and you moved faster, chasing that elusive feeling.

“I’m close, Tech. I’m so close.”

“I know, darling, I can feel it.”

Your nails dug into his chest armor, lamenting that you couldn’t feel his bare skin, but you would be unable to look at his armor again without thinking of this, riding him on the floor of the cockpit.

When Tech reached between you and his thumb pressed on your clit, you were gone. Lost in a haze of white, blinding light, suspended in a pleasure that seemed impossible. And then you slammed back into your body, muscles so tight they almost hurt as you clenched around him.

Without thought, you opened your mouth and descended, sharp teeth sinking into the thick material that covered his shoulder and neck. Tech groaned, and then gasped, his hands on your hips pulling you downward as he throbbed inside you.

The grip was hard and bruising, and he didn’t release you until the last of his orgasm faded away. He massaged your hips, and when he spoke, his voice was a beautiful wreck.

“I was too rough. I apologize.”

Thankfully your teeth had only marked up his suit, not his skin, but you couldn’t explain your faint disappointment at that fact.

“You were perfect.”

He inhaled a small breath as you dragged your lips along his neck, lazy and unhurried.

“You will have bruises.”

“Good.” You licked along the column of his throat. “When I see them, I’ll remember this.”

“Perhaps… you won’t need bruises as a reminder.”

You stopped licking and sat up, meeting his eye so you wouldn’t misinterpret what he was hinting at.

“Is this what you want? For all of us? Even if you would be…” You didn’t know how else to say it. Tech did.

“Sharing you with my brothers?”

You clenched your jaw at the surge of want that statement brought, slightly mortified that the idea of being shared was so appealing, but Tech’s vague hint of a smile told you he knew exactly what he was doing.

And then his gaze grew softer, warmer, and he grazed your cheek with his gloved fingers.

“If you choose to be in a relationship with us, what moments you spend with them does not diminish the time we have together. And I know whatever connection you and I have does not lessen your affection for my brothers. We are each different, and therefore, each of us will be something different to you.”

You leaned into his touch, smiling a little as your own fingers stroked his hair, now messy and no longer slicked back.

“I knew you were smart, but I didn’t realize you were so wise.”

“Well, then allow me to continue to surprise you.”

Tech hugged you around the waist so when he sat up, you were perched on his lap. His cock still inside you, you could feel him grow hard again, and he kissed you with a slow heat that had you clench around him. It was debauched and filthy, the way he parted his lips and sampled your taste, nothing scientific or careful about it.

When he broke the kiss, his lips immediately descended on your neck, though it didn’t stop him from talking between sucking different parts of your skin.

“You are… on contraceptives, correct?”

The noise you made couldn’t be deciphered even by you, so you shook your head. You didn’t have the wherewithal to explain that Cathar couldn’t become pregnant unless they were in heat, and that didn’t happen until they bonded with a mate.

“Hmmm,” he hummed thoughtfully, the vibration against your neck another source of pleasure. “Precautions may be prudent. Unlike the rest of the clones, we’re not sterile. And with the alterations forced on Echo, I’m not entirely certain he remains sterile as well.”

Your brain tried to catch up to you, this was important information you should be absorbing, but instead all your addled mind could focus on was the fact they weren’t sterile. They could produce offspring. They could breed.

You whined, trying to grind in his lap and not having the leverage to move how you wanted. Tech froze for a moment, as if taken by surprise, and then he caught your lips and licked into your mouth as he reached between your legs—

“Tech, come in.”

Tech pulled away with a heavy sigh, and you blinked away the heavy blanket over your mind. It was strange, unlike you, but the singular, almost animal need you’d experienced at Tech’s words could be examined at a later time. Right now, you simply considered the merits of shattering his comm device with the Force.

Giving you a look that said he knew what you were thinking, he activated his comm and said, “What is it, Hunter?”

“Are the recalibrations done?”

“Not yet. I ran into a few… complications.”

He met your eye as he drew out the phrase, gaze lidded and his lips red from kissing. It was a look far too sinful, and you faintly wondered if he understood the kind of power he wielded.

“Well, we’re leaving soon, so get her space-worthy. Have you seen the general?”

In a tone that was amazingly even, Tech said, “Have you tried her comm?”

“Of course I tried her comm.”

You tried not to smile; Tech knew full well your comm was buried somewhere in your robes.

“How about her room?”

“She wasn’t there. I’ll have to keep trying.”

“I’m sure she’ll turn up.”

Maybe Tech sounded just a little too smug, or maybe he didn’t sound annoyed enough for Hunter interrupting him in the middle of work.

“Tech...”

“Yes?”

Hunter’s sigh was audible through the line.

“At least get decent by the time we arrive.”

You froze, eyes going wide. Tech didn’t seem alarmed or surprised in any way, and if anything, he looked vaguely pleased.

“General?”

Swallowing, you nudged Tech’s comm closer to your face.

“Yes, Hunter?”

The squeak in your voice was unbecoming of a Jedi.

“We’re heading to Coruscant for a day of shore leave. Interested in coming with us?”

“Oh.” That’s not what you expected. “What’s on Coruscant?”

“Drinks and sabacc. At least, until we run out of credits.”

You frowned.

“Tech and Crosshair are supposed to be recovering.”

The heat in his voice crackled over the comm.

“If Tech is feeling well enough for other recreational activities, then he can survive a trip to 79’s.”

Your face went hot, and Tech leaned forward to speak.

“Technically, she did most of the work.”

You covered your face with one hand, mortified.

“You two already had fun?!” Wrecker’s voice cut into the line. “Man, I missed it.”

“You would not have been invited.”

Now you buried your face in both hands.

“It appears the general has been rendered speechless,” Tech said. “I suggest we continue this conversation when you arrive.”

Hunter sighed again, but there was some amusement to his long-suffering as he said, “Five minutes. Then we’re taking off, no matter the condition of our general and pilot.”

“Copy that.” Tech shut off the comm and stared at your face. “I have embarrassed you.”

You lowered your hands and sighed. Tech looked so concerned that you immediately wrapped your arms around his shoulders, needing to be close to him again. Even if he was still technically inside you.

“I’m not used to this yet, that’s all. Please, don’t stop teasing. I actually find it quite endearing.”

“Teasing?”

You just smiled and said, “So… five minutes.”

“Three minutes and forty-six seconds,” he corrected. “Unfortunately, not enough time to explore this line of inquiry further. Perhaps…”

“Next time,” you finished for him, and gave him one last, lingering kiss before pulling off his lap. You winced at the mess trickling down your thighs, but Tech simply watched with a mixture of fascination and something else that made you seriously reconsider those remaining minutes.

Especially when you realized he was completely hard again. Just how much endurance did an enhanced clone have?

You gathered up your discarded clothing and mumbled, “Hunter has the worst timing.”

Tech sighed, stuffing his hard cock back into his body suit and reattaching his codpiece with a wince.

“That is an accurate assessment.”

You retreated into the ‘fresher only long enough to clean up and pull your underwear and robes back on. As you came out, you heard Hunter aim a hushed and very annoyed, “Really?” at Tech where he sat in the pilot seat. Tech gave him an unbothered shrug, but a small smirk tugged at the corner of his lips.

You realized that walking onto the ship would be a very different experience for Hunter. Even though the air scrubbers had removed the smell of sex as far as you could tell, you could sense Hunter’s agitation. And worse, his nostrils flared as you passed him in the cockpit, confirming that even now he could smell you. You really should have used the sonic shower, even if takeoff in the small space would have earned you a few bruises.

Well, more bruises than you already had.

You buckled into one of the cockpit seats, sensing Echo, Wrecker, and Crosshair doing the same further inside the ship. And just as you predicted, the sight of Tech in full armor, the pilot seat over the spot where you’d ridden him on the floor, would haunt you the remainder of the journey.

The dark glint in Hunter’s gaze as he took his seat in the other chair didn’t help, and you knew you would spend the entire trip with thighs clenched together tight.

Next Chapter

[hismercytomyjustice]

Other fics will absolutely still be completed, but I have shocking news…

I’m planning to do RadioApple AU Goggles week in May…

Day 4 is “Favorite Movie.”

I almost went with trying to emulate my KSci boys, but Lucifer and Alastor have such pilot energy.

However, I’m still trying to bring this energy to the function (apologies for the quality, couldn’t find a better version with the very important subtitles):

📻🍎🤖🦖 📻🍎🤖🦖 📻🍎🤖🦖

“Is that Crimson Shadow?” the stranger prompted, close enough he didn’t have to raise his voice much to be heard.

Alastor couldn’t help but grin with pride. “Yes, she is! The finest Mach-1 to ever grace the program!”

“Is that why the pilots have you wasting time prettying her up? Kind of like putting lipstick on a pig, isn’t it?”

Alastor’s eye twitched. “I beg your pardon?”

“I don’t understand why they put so much time and energy into maintaining such an ancient model. Have you seen the newest Mach-5s? It’s like looking at a prop plane next to a military jet!”

“Bells and whistles aren’t everything,” Alastor answered, eyes narrowing. “And I’d argue the newer models have more than they know what to do with, not because they actually need it, but because these newer pilots need all the help they can get.”

Like Adam, the dictionary definition of sloppy. The man lacked both discipline and control, and Alastor was genuinely shocked he managed to tie his own shoes, let alone pilot a jaeger. He certainly wouldn’t be able to without the latest technology doing the bulk of the work for him, along with his sycophantic copilot, Lute.

Alastor was convinced she was the only one capable of not losing a fatal number of brain cells from drifting with that moron.

“Or maybe her pilots need to get with the times,” the man retorted, wandering closer. “And now with one of them out of commission, the PPDC is gonna be pressed to find someone else willing to work with a dinosaur like that.”

Alastor got the distinct impression he was referring to both Crimson Shadow and him.

Well, if he was a pilot, at least he’d already done Alastor the favor of removing himself from his list of potential candidates.

“I take it you only have experience with the newer models?” he prompted.

“Yeah! Fallen Angel! Ever seen her?”

Ah. He must be Lucifer Morningstar then. The nepo baby who’d undoubtedly used his father’s clout and money to get himself into the program.

Of course he piloted that monstrosity. Perhaps that was why he gravitated to his outfit, wanting to match his garish mech. The damned thing had a small set of decorative wings of all things. True, they housed missiles within their feathers, but wings? Really?

That was exactly the kind of thing that happened when people became too focused on form rather than function.

Crimson Shadow, however, had both in spades.

“Isn’t she currently being turned into scrap?” Alastor drawled in answer.

Lucifer actually stomped his tiny foot, his boot ringing against the metal of the catwalk. “No! She’s just undergoing repairs!”

“Caused by a Category Three kaiju. How embarrassing. She has…what, three kills?”

“Four!” he snapped back at him. “And it was the biggest Category Three that’s ever come through the breach!”

“A Mark-4, too… Why, Crimson Shadow is sitting here just fine after her latest battle against a Category Four!”

He smirked when Lucifer’s face turned as red as his ridiculous jacket. “Big talk coming from someone like you!”

Like him?

He glanced down. Upon recalling he was in his bland gray maintenance uniform, he laughed outright.

“Oh, I’d rather spend my days touching up the paint on a legend like Crimson Shadow than waste even a second in Fallen Angel!”

“I bet you would!” Lucifer seethed in answer. “Unlike you, I have somewhere important to be right now!”

He stormed off, Alastor’s laughter following at his heels.

[swanseamechanic1962]

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\\ Just finished redoing the entire tagging system since anon from a while ago made me realize there were probably a LOT of tags I was clogging up, and the very idea of not having consistent tags on my posts to at least somewhat reliably sort through the blog with makes me want to eat a building. While I'm here, I suppose I may as well pin up some useful meta information now that I have a system I'm happy with:

Blog is primarily set in a pre-crash timeline, though considering how many differing-timeline iterations of every character are present in other askblogs, the rules are pretty vague and thus can be ignored without much consequence. Go ham, basically. I have two jobs to hold down plus classes so please don’t assume I’m abandoning the blog if I go without posting for a while! It’s been pretty hard to make time lately, haha.

CREW TAGS*

Curly

Jimmy

Anya

Daisuke

Ensemble cast

*characters tagged based on mention/appearance regardless of whether other rp blogs interact. for interactions with other crew rp blogs, see the #crewtalk tag. this will include rp threads.

I draw sometimes! My art tag is #drawnsea. Reblogs are tagged #swanseablog (pronounced swanseablog). Might be obvious, but OOC messages will be typed with backslashes (\\ example).

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If you've read all the way to the bottom, there's a chance you may or may not be relatively interested in the ever-expanding Mouthwashing RP scene(TM). To that end, I've been compiling a little list of all the existing RP blogs I know of just in case; a few of them already appear in the Pink Polle Club directory, but the ones that haven't been added yet I'll add here.

(P.S. If your name appears on this list and you'd like me to remove it, I will happily do so! Please feel free to ask. /gen)

CURLY blogs: @\captain-g-curly @\mouthwashingcapcurly @\curlygrant44 @\tulparscaptain @\ask-captain-curly

JIMMY blogs: @\copilotjimmy @\cptjimmy @\captain-jimmy @\jimmy-tulparco-pilot (AU) @\responsiblecaptainjimmy

ANYA blogs: @\youvegotsomesadeyes @\nurseanya404 @\anyanumber1nurse @\anya-the-nurse @\anya-mouth-washing @\stripped-shirts-and-the-moon

DAISUKE blogs: @\intern-daisuke @\daisukegamerboy69 @\thecoolestintern @\suk1-suki-daisuki @\traineedaisuke @\c10s3-y0ur-3y3s (strictly post-mortem Daisuke) @\hibiscus-daiisuke @\daisuketherizzlerman @\copilot-daisuke (AU) @\daisukes-adventures @\askdaisuke

@\daisuke-therealest

SWANSEA blogs: swanseamechanic1962 (you're here.) @\ask-swansea

CORPORATE (🤢🤢🤢) blogs: @\polle-sci

If there are any you think I missed, I'd really appreciate a heads-up!