#tech x reader
thefact0rygirl 2 days ago
Can you make a nipple piercing reaction for other troops too? 馃憖 Like for Cody, wolffe, tbb, etc?
oooooo the return of the nip nops piercings! I've already done Cody and Wolffe and the 501st so how about the Bad Batch?
Hunter has a deep, deep appreciation for nipple piercings. All body piercings tbh. They make him error 404 the second he notices you have your nipples pierced.
He is also the one out of TBB to get nipple piercings himself.聽 While Hunter would get them for looks and personal preference, Wrecker is the one most likely to get them on a dare.聽
As far as on you, Wrecker would be all for them. He loves your body and seeing you confident in your skin. He would get super flustered the first time he noticed, but also be intrigued. He is going to have a lot of fun with seeing how they affect you and how sensitive you get.
Like Wrecker, Tech would be interested in seeing how you respond. But that is about as far as his fascination goes. He doesn鈥檛 really have a preference or opinion on your nip nops. It鈥檚 your body and if you like them and they aren鈥檛 hurting you, then he鈥檚 all for them.
But he is the one most likely to make an observational comment about your nipples having a metal taste.
I鈥檝e covered pre-Citadel Echo here, but TBB Echo is all for them. Like Wrecker and Tech, he supports your bodily autonomy and you modifying yourself to what you want.
Echo would be similar to Rex in that he won鈥檛 mention them until you are literally topless in front of him.聽
And finally we have Crosshair. He would be the first one to notice. No matter how much Hunter loves piercings, Crosshair is still the first to notice. He is very observant, but he won鈥檛 say anything to you about them. He will wait until you bring it up or someone else does.
Out of all of TBB, he is the one most likely to make a snarky comment.聽I feel Crosshair鈥檚 way of flirting is still a bit juvenile and he will poke fun at you not realizing he may come off as rude. Like Crosshair might make a comment about them looking like bathtub plus or something along those lines.
He won鈥檛 really understand why you got them until聽he realizes how sensitive they make you and how much fun could be.
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donkey-rider 3 months ago
*The Bad Batch watching a nature documentary*
Tech's S/O: If we were both penguins, would you bring me rocks for my nest?
Tech: of course my love
Omega: awh that's so sweet <3
Crosshair: I want to leave
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moodymisty 2 months ago
鉁–lones and how they act with a crush; A Guide鉁
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Authors note: I'm stuck in a hotel for the weekend, so enjoy my cabin fever musings
(Gender neutral reader)
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馃敶Hunter finds himself trying to change his tone of voice around you; Coughing nervously far too often. He doesn't like using the 'stalwart sergeant' when speaking to you; It makes him feel like you're just another soldier he needs to give orders to. Instead he's softer, his head tilted slightly forward like he's perpetually telling you a secret. He's just trying to be gentler, softly laying a hand on your shoulder; Which makes him incredibly out of his element. But he's doing his best, trying to soften sharp edges to dull corners so they don't cut you. One day he's going to tell you, he just keeps trying to find the right time.
鈿笍Echo pre-citadel would鈥檝e probably asked you out, even if he stuttered a mess while doing it. Post-citadel? Echo finds it hard to believe that this type of love was in the cards for him. He's all hard edges and pale skin and metal now, with a face like a million others. So he just, pushes it down so deep he almost forgets about it; Until you smile at him, really smile, and they come up faster than water from a burst pipe. Echo is nervous; he knows you don鈥檛 mind him at all, but what if that鈥檚 as far as you鈥檒l go? What if he mucks up something that's working just fine?
To compensate he goes distant; Quiet and immersed in tasks to try and stop seeing signs he thinks aren't there. He hates that it makes you think you did something wrong, but he finds It better than having his tongue constantly tied, thinking about what he thinks he can't have.
馃敶Tech doesn鈥檛 change. But he also very much does. Provided you don鈥檛 wreck anything, you can largely get away with things his brothers can't. Want to put your feet up? Sure. Decide to decorate your bunk with stickers and doodles? Tech might lament how hard they're going to be to get off, but he bites his tongue.
Tech sees his worth in helping others(as much as it might become a problem) and he's fixed up most of the things you own; Just shrugging you off when you profusely thank him. Crosshair however finds it hilarious how much of a pushover Tech becomes whenever you're around, and even the rest of them have to admit it is kinda funny. The worst thing is now the Batch keeps relaying random tasks through you, joking about how 'he'll only do it if you ask'.
Tech really needs to figure out how to talk to you, before one of these dolts ends up doing it for him.
鈿笍Crosshair is like a playground bully. He gets ruder, more standoffish, trying to get on your nerves. It's infuriating, and almost not worth dealing with, until you realize the game he's playing.
Crosshair wants to be chased; He wants you to come to him, to stomp your foot and demand he listen to you and whatever, he might as well.
Though he may be even more of a jerk to you than others, he gives in easier too, smirking at your expression as you tell him to shut it. It starts being more entertaining when you realize he doesn't mean most of what he says, and you can just roll your eyes and laugh.
馃敶Wrecker is largely the same; He's just as playful, just as outgoing, his laughs are just as loud as ever. Though they now trail off softer, and more shy; as he looks at you expectedly. He wants to make you laugh just as hard, to see you smile just as wide. Making people happy is the way Wrecker shows people he loves them, and he loves you so much already-he wants nothing more than to make you feel a fraction of how he does. It ends up making him sometimes stumble over his own feet, both literally and figuratively, becoming your lumbering shadow. A giant shadow, one that might be a bit suffocating if he wasn't so obviously keen; Handing you yet another thing that had made him think of you.
Bonus!(*spills pictures of Rex* Oh no i mean-oh god, my simping-oh jesus *frantically cleaning them up* it's everywhere-)
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馃數Rex is a valiant and headstrong Captain, with a great mind for both strategy and actual combat alike. Rex is also GAR's worst liar; And the minute Rex has a crush everyone who knows him even a little is aware something's up. He's distracted when not on an immediately important task, the busybody is now suddenly taking full use of his shore leave, and he has a bracelet hidden under his wrist armor but he can never quite explain where it's from. The secret lasts a grand total of maybe two months before he's caught sending a voice message or 'sneaking off' (how could someone as smart as Rex be so obvious while trying to be sneaky) and the entire jig is up. Once it is, he gains enough wingmen to form a flock; And he has to threaten them all to not ask you out on a date for him.
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neon-junkie 4 months ago
Could we request how the Batch would react to a wet dream about Y/N?
Had a few similar requests for this, so here u go!
(gender neutral reader. 600 words)
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Hunter - He's going to wake up in a sweat; dishevelled, panting heavily, spends a few seconds in a daze until he figures out it was a dream. I mean, you were right there, straddling him on his bed, grinding down on his crotch as you whisper the filthiest things into his ear. As much as Hunter wants it to be real, he knows it isn't, and he knows the likelihood of it ever becoming real is thin (to him, at least.) Hunter will grumble as he rolls over, ignoring his semi-hard cock, to instead focus on how unlikely that scenario is to happen. He'll wallow in a pit of sadness until he falls asleep, then be somewhat distant the next day.
Wrecker - He'll groan your name a few times as he comes back to the light, soon to realise that, sadly, that was all a dream. Wrecker grumbles and pouts to himself, staring up at the ceiling as he curses the fact that you two don't do anything more than flirt. After his few seconds of self-pity, he realises that his cock is still painfully hard, and rolls onto his stomach. With his cock pressed against the mattress and his stomach, he starts dry humping his bed as his mind continues chasing the dream, soon to roll over and finish using his hand, spilling on his stomach as your name slips from his lips.
Echo - Similar to Hunter, Echo wakes up in a sweat. He doesn't have wet dreams often, and whenever he does, they usually send him into panic as he can't imagine anyone wanting to do that with him. However, Echo knows you well, and he's been told multiple times that you have a soft spot for him. Maybe, just maybe, that dream could one day become a reality? Regardless, Echo chases after the dream, using nothing but his fist and his wild imagination. Once he's finished, and cleaned himself up, he makes a mental note to finally make a move on you, despite knowing that it'll take the galaxies help to pluck up the courage to make a proper move on you.
Tech - It doesn't take long for Tech to realise that this is a dream, and unfortunately, not reality. However, Tech has practised lucid dreaming before, and manages to control his movements within the dream. To put things bluntly, Tech hooks up with his dream version of you, and only spirals back to reality when he cums untouched. Now, his bed is a mess, but he doesn't seem too bothered. Guilt becomes present in his mind whilst he's cleaning up, and he disregards it with the understanding of it only being a dream. There's no harm in that, right? Hm, if only someone like you would really be interested in a guy like him...
Crosshair - The dream wakes him, and his brows turn down into a scowl once he realises that it was nothing more than that. Yet again, he's lying awake on his bunk, his erect cock pressed against his slender stomach. Sure, he could finish himself off and go back to bed, or he could pick up his holopad and drop you a simple message. "Are you still awake?" he asks, and overhears your holopad ding from your room. It's about time Crosshair did something about these reoccurring wet dreams, and his silly little crush on you.
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rainydaydream-gal18 3 months ago
(The Bad Batch) Preferences: He Gives You a Hug
Hunter: His hugs are long and heartfelt. You unlock that soft side of him, that part of him that wants to comfort and make you feel secure. He will hold you carefully in his arms for a while, and just before you part, he'll give one final squeeze that makes it even harder to separate.
Wrecker: All you have to do is give him that look, the one that says it all. He will wrap his arms around you and give you the biggest squeeze. It's a rather smothering hug, but no so hard that you can't breathe. His temp is always a little higher, so it doesn't matter how cold you might've been before; you're instantly warm after.
Echo: When he hugs you, it's just as much of a comfort for him. And you can tell by how tightly he's wound his arms around you and by how firmly and closely he secures you to his chest. You'll always feel his head rest against yours.
Tech: This man doesn't always initiate affection, but when he finds out you need or want a hug, that becomes his mission. He will be comfortable holding you as long as you want, and will occasionally run a hand up and down your back or gently pat your shoulder. If you're distressed, he'll whisper an "everything will be alright."
Crosshair: The first few times you want a hug, you get awkward side hugs. It's rather endearing and even amusing, but the time comes when you want an embrace from Crosshair. When you pull him in and wrap your arms around his torso, it finally clicks. He returns it hesitantly at first, but gradually warms up to the hug. Pretty soon he's holding you firmly and grumbling when it's time to let go.
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a-lil-perspective 6 months ago
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daffodin 3 months ago
random poly bad batch hc鈥檚
pairing: poly bad batch / reader
word count: 1038
summary: just a cluster of random hc鈥檚 that kinda link together. i鈥檓 just soft for these boys
a/n: another piece retrieved from c&m but with extra content bc i used to not be very comfortable writing for echo, but i feel like i鈥檝e kinda become ready to delve into him deeper
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tech??? a flirt??? more likely than you鈥檇 think
it blindsides the boys bc like everyone else that meets the genius, they think he鈥檒l be a shy, bumbling fool when trying to impress someone
but he ends up being a smooth motherfucker who uses some random study that says 鈥渆ight hugs a day is recommended to keep the mind and body healthy鈥 to get you to cuddle in bed longer or to stop doing something that isn鈥檛 holding your boys
鈥漢ow many hugs have you today?鈥 鈥渦m鈥︹ 鈥渦nacceptable. to be safe, we鈥檙e starting the count over鈥 you were close to eight but since you couldn鈥檛 recount them when he asked, he takes it as zero (even if he knows he was at least two of the day鈥檚 recommended hugs)
they鈥檒l never admit it but the others are extremely grateful bc his tactic works every time
echo gets cold much easier than anyone else in the group for obvious reasons, but hates to make it known
you were quick to catch on to his shivering in the few nights he would let you sleep next to him during brief breaks & decided to do something to help: get him a heated blanket
during a brief refuel stop on coruscant, you made your way into the shopping district and bought him a 501st blue heated blanket that had considerable weight to it. not enough to smother him, but just enough to feel like he鈥檚 wrapped in a hug
the heating and ventilation system in the marauder went kaput in hyperspace which turned the ship into a flying icebox. echo was already an icicle on the best days, but this level of cold would be almost unbearable for him
the boys had commed you to let you know the situation & that they were a couple hours out
you cranked the blanket to the next highest setting and let it warm up before they got there, and made sure to have some food ready for all five of them
an echo-shaped blanket burrito was carried through your front door by wrecker, the others trailing behind the hulk of a soldier like lost tookas
wrecker knew to bring echo to your bed where you wrapped him in the new blanket, waiting until you knew it was warm before sliding all but two blankets out from underneath the heated one
before leaving him be, you smoothed out his brow with your thumb and kissed his forehead gently, careful to not wake him
when he finally woke up, he wrapped you in the biggest hug he possibly could with a smile that nearly overtook the rest of his face
wrecker would be the most obvious when missing you, more open with his emotions than the others (which doesn鈥檛 say much, i know)
he鈥檒l be the one in the middle of a mission talking about how comfy your bed is and how much he misses your cooking
absolute cuddle bug. no one even comes close to his strong need to constantly have some sort of physical contact with you
he keeps an arm slung around you at nearly all times, whether it be around your shoulder or your waist he鈥檚 always wanting to hold you
if one of the others has themselves wrapped around you, he鈥檒l resort to having a hand in your back pocket or even a couple fingers hooked into your belt loop
the grumpiest and poutiest wrecker is the one not around you
crosshair quickly becomes a food critic whose ratings seem quite biased toward the cook
he would praise every dish you made not just bc the rations were depressingly bland, but bc you make everything with love and the intention of taking care of your boys.
crosshair is the most likely to shoot a bitch for just a bite of your cooking (he鈥檚 most likely to shoot a bitch period but that鈥檚 beside the point)
so you started cooking in bulk and freezing it so they can have a taste of home when they鈥檙e half a galaxy away
since each one has different preferences when it comes to some ingredients (crosshair loathes corn while hunter enjoys extra), you always put their names or draw their symbols on the top so they don鈥檛 get mixed up
when you draw a crosshair for him you always put a heart in the center of it and it makes him smile every time, especially when he lifts the foil top and sees the secret note you always leave him
he鈥檚 nonchalantly checked the others鈥 containers and doesn鈥檛 find a note for them, and to him it makes him feel special that there鈥檚 something solely his in the universe, no matter how trivial it may seem
speaking of the word 鈥渉ome鈥
hunter鈥檚 the first one to use it out of the four of them
he鈥檚 giving a pre-mission of what they need to do and casually says 鈥渢he quicker we get this done, the quicker we get home鈥
crosshair calls him on it and hunter tries to say he didn鈥檛 say that but tech recorded it and he very clearly said-
there wasn鈥檛 anything wrong with hunter saying it, it just came as a shock bc the only 鈥渉omes鈥 they knew were kamino (terrible first experience) and the havoc marauder (not terrible but i hey were just alone together 24/7, they get on each other鈥檚 nerves sometimes)
but then they met you, and you turned their world topsy-turvy. suddenly they have someone that sees them as people & is so absolutely genuine that it makes them ache when they suddenly remember 鈥渉ey, there鈥檚 this person i would do anything for and apparently they鈥檇 do the same for me, holy shit鈥
the first time they saw photos of themselves hanging in your apartment, it caught them off guard. it wasn鈥檛 a grand gesture that required a lot of fanfare, it wars a simple thing you did to have pieces of them be with you when they鈥檙e worlds away
plus, there鈥檚 no way you can be sad when looking at a picture of wrecker using a disgruntled crosshair as weights
these boys love you to the ends of the galaxy and then even farther & will make sure you don鈥檛 forget
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mandos-mind-trick 3 months ago
Summary: The Batch鈥檚 civilian member gets doused with a toxic pollen while on a mission. Crosshair volunteers to help, but has to confront some hard feelings after.聽
Pairing: Crosshair x reader, implied and mentioned established poly Batch x reader
Characters: Reader (written in 3rd person, mc is not named but has an established nickname, no physical descriptions are given), The Bad Batch + Echo
Warnings: NSFW, sex pollen, dubcon, explicit P in V smut, very crude language, shitty aftercare, Crosshair is a dick, some bullshit science but it鈥檚 Star Wars so who cares, some serious talks of consent, established polyamory.聽
A/N: I literally spent all day writing this sob. Came out of nowhere but I liked where it was going. It鈥檚 my first clone fic so please go easy on me. Also, it takes place in some random ambiguous time after Echo joins. This may become a series with Midnight and the Batch, I鈥檓 cooking something up, but we鈥檒l see how it goes.聽
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鈥淚t鈥檚 alright. You鈥檙e alright.鈥澛
The cool press of plastoid armor against her cheek is a relief to the burning under her skin. She wants to peel off her armor, peel off her skin. It鈥檚 too hot, her skin is crawling.聽
鈥...doused her...temperature鈥檚 rising.鈥澛
Tech? It sounded like Tech. His voice was fading in and out, as was her vision.聽
鈥淣o! Don鈥檛 take off your helmets. They鈥檙e the only thing...us from...dosed too.鈥澛
She fades out again, head lolling against the armor pressing against her.
She鈥檚 shocked awake by the cold, sputtering as cold water washes over her.聽
鈥淪orry.鈥 Tech murmurs. 鈥淲e have to get it off of you.鈥澛
His voice sounds far away despite the fact he was leaning right next to her. The cold feels good, but it does little to cool the heat beneath her skin.聽 She鈥檚 still in her clothes, all of her getting soaked by the freezing water. She shifts a little, gasping when her thighs rub together. She鈥檚 damp. Not from the water, but there鈥檚 an intense ache between her thighs.
She reaches for his hand as he reaches across her to shut the water off. She pulls it to her face, nuzzling into the gloved hand. It鈥檚 not enough, though. She needs more. She needs to feel skin. Someone鈥檚 skin.聽
鈥淗ey.鈥 Tech stops her from pulling off the glove. 鈥淣o, hang on. We鈥檙e gonna figure this out.鈥 He wraps a towel around her shoulders. 鈥淛ust hang on.鈥澛
She whimpers as he leaves her, the door sliding closed behind him.聽
鈥淪o what are we dealing with, Tech?鈥 Hunter asks, his head resting in his hand. They had sealed off the cockpit, making sure none of the pollen had followed them in.聽
鈥淚t鈥檚 very fascinating.鈥 Tech says, looking through the slides. 鈥淚鈥檝e never seen anything like it. It鈥檚 very potent. Just this small dose could affect any one of us.鈥澛
鈥淪o how do we fix it?鈥 Echo asks.聽
鈥淚t mainly affects the brain.鈥 Tech says, still looking at the slides. 鈥淏ut it seems endorphins and oxytocin bind to it and neutralize it.鈥澛
鈥淲hat?鈥 Wrecker asks, the other four members of the Batch looking at Tech for further explanation.聽
鈥淭hey鈥檙e brain chemicals. Most commonly released during sex. Judging by her body鈥檚 reaction to the pollen, that鈥檚 the whole idea. She needs that release of chemicals in order to neutralize the effects of the pollen. It鈥檚 quite genius actually,鈥 Tech adjusts his glasses. 鈥淨uite effective in distracting an enemy platoon if they鈥檙e all out of their minds.鈥澛
鈥淪o, she rubs a few out and she鈥檒l be alright?鈥 Hunter asks, sinking into the pilot鈥檚 seat.
鈥淣o.鈥 Tech deadpans.聽
鈥淲hat do you mean, no?鈥 Hunter asks sternly. He had been the first to notice something wasn鈥檛 right, the shift in Night鈥檚 scent, the way her heart sounded like it was going to beat right out of her chest.聽聽
鈥淲ell,鈥 Tech starts. 鈥淚t鈥檚 not that simple. This is very potent and she got a big dose directly on her body. If she can鈥檛 produce enough chemicals by herself, the prolonged state of arousal could kill her. If her temperature continues to climb, if her heart rate stays elevated too long, the dehydration, sheer exhaustion, all of it could be deadly.鈥澛
鈥淪o one of us has to fuck it out of her system?鈥 Crosshair asks, chewing his toothpick so hard it might snap.聽
鈥淭hat would be ideal.鈥 Tech says. But we鈥檇 have to do it. The last bit goes unspoken.
None of them can look at each other. It had been an unspoken rule when Cody had forced codename Midnight to join them that things were to remain strictly platonic among them. It had been easy at first, as a string of missions had left them with little downtime. But when their missions became less frequent, and their travel time between them increased, it became hard for them to ignore the feelings stirring in each of them for the civilian. Even Crosshair couldn鈥檛 deny the softening of his exterior towards her, even if he did still give her reason to call him a dick constantly.聽
鈥淚鈥檒l do it.鈥 Crosshair says, the other four occupants turning quickly to look at him.聽
鈥淐ross...鈥 Hunter starts, wanting to argue, but Crosshair doesn鈥檛 let him.聽
鈥淚鈥檓 the only one who can.鈥 He says, standing. He鈥檚 already pulling off his armor piece by piece. 鈥淲e need Tech to keep a clear head in case something goes wrong. A small dose might kill Hunter with his senses.鈥 His eyes drop to Echo. 鈥淲e鈥檙e not putting Echo through something like that. And Wrecker might kill her if he loses control.鈥 He lets his codpiece drop to the floor with a clang. 鈥淚t鈥檒l be easier for her to hate me when it鈥檚 all over.鈥澛
鈥淗e鈥檚 right.鈥 Tech says, finally. 鈥淗e鈥檚 the safest option for all of us.鈥澛
Hunter sighs, wanting to argue, but he knows Crosshair is right. 鈥淒on鈥檛...hurt her.鈥 He says to the sniper, not really sure what else to say. Good luck felt too wrong in this situation.聽
鈥淚 don鈥檛 think she鈥檚 the one you should worry about.鈥澛
鈥淕ive it a couple times.鈥 Tech says as they stand outside the door. 鈥淚f it鈥檚 working, she鈥檒l show some signs of lucidity. If she鈥檚 not...I鈥檒l try to come up with something else in the meantime.鈥澛
Crosshair nods. Just fuck her till she鈥檚 back to normal. Shouldn鈥檛 be that hard.聽
He gets an eyeful of her as soon as he walks through the door. She鈥檚 on her back on the floor, legs spread facing the door. Her clothes have been abandoned in a wet pile in the corner. He can鈥檛 help but zero in on where three of her fingers are stuffed into her cunt, a small puddle on the floor under her ass.聽
鈥淐ross.鈥 His name leaves her lips in a mix between a whine and a moan. It shoots straight between his legs. He runs a hand over the bulge in his blacks as he slowly approaches her.聽
鈥淵ou鈥檙e making a mess, little girl.鈥 He drops to his knees between her spread legs, watching her fingers slide in and out of her dripping cunt.聽
The nickname had started as an insult. He had meant it in the most derogatory way he could, not trusting Cody that this girl could handle herself on the kinds of missions they were sent on. He could hardly call her that in any way but ironically. She was older than him, older than all of them. He wouldn鈥檛 say it had taken on an affectionate meaning now. But she did get less angry with him when he said it.聽
鈥淧lease,鈥 She begs, lifting her hips to fuck herself into her fingers. 鈥淚-I can鈥檛...鈥澛
He grips her under the knees, her skin slick with sweat. He parts her legs as far as they鈥檒l go. She鈥檚 flexible. He鈥檇 watched her time and time again maneuver her way through a battlefield like it was a dance. She was a competent fighter, something she had proved time and time again. She fit in with them so well, something even he had to admit.聽
But this. This would complicate things.聽
He had to do it. If he didn鈥檛 it would kill her. If he didn't, one of the others would have to. It would put them, or her, in danger. He sighs out a curse, pulling her fingers from her cunt with an obscene pop. He shoves them into her mouth, one hand holding her wrist there, the other sliding between her legs.聽
Her pussy is red and glistening. She鈥檚 moaning, the sound muffled by her fingers. His own slide over her slit, the copious amounts of slick allowing them to slide right into her. She moans, eyes rolling as his long fingers reach deeper into her than hers ever could. She鈥檚 so desperate, a couple passes of his thumb over her clit has her shaking and cumming around his fingers.聽
Her juices slide out around his fingers, wetting his hand. It鈥檚 obscene, all of it. He loves it.聽
He releases her to work his cock out of his blacks. There鈥檚 drool sliding out of the sides of her mouth, a string of saliva attached to her fingers as she pulls them from her mouth. He groans at the sight, passing his slick hand over his length.聽
鈥淧lease, Cross, I need you.鈥 She whines, lifting her hips off the floor. 鈥淗urts so much. Need your cock in my pussy. Need you to fuck me.鈥澛
鈥淵eah, little girl? You need me to fill you up?鈥 He flips her over on her stomach, delivering a slap to her ass. He likes the way it jiggles, the way it fills his hands. How he鈥檇 love to tie her up, take her apart piece by piece until she鈥檚 begging him for relief. Not because she鈥檒l die if she doesn鈥檛 cum.聽
鈥淧lease.鈥 She whines, grinding her hips into the floor.聽
He curses softly, using a hand to guide himself into her. There鈥檚 almost no resistance as he slides right into her dripping cunt. He holds himself up, taking a moment to drag his eyes along the delicate curve of her spine.聽
She whines, lifting herself onto her elbows, grinding back against him. He watches her for a聽 moment, enjoying the needy side of her. The things he would do to her if she were in her right mind. But she wasn鈥檛. She was fucked up, and he needed to fuck her to fix it.聽
鈥淧lease.鈥 She whines, already clamping around him as her movements grind her clit against the floor.聽
He presses a hand between her shoulder blades, forcing her flat on the floor with a quiet thud. He pins her down before pulling his hips back, almost slipping out of her, before surging forward. She moans loudly, the sound vibrating through his hand on her back. He keeps her pinned still, building up speed as he thrusts in and out.聽
The force of his thrusts have her clit dragging against the floor again, her legs already starting to shake. She was so close, the feeling of him inside her already easing some of the ache that had been burning for what felt like hours. She鈥檚 drooling on the floor where her cheek is pressed into it but she can鈥檛 bring herself to care.聽
He doesn't stop when she cums, working through the fluttering and squeezing of her pussy around him. He鈥檚 quickly forcing her into another. The more she came, the quicker this would be over. He tells himself that, even as he pauses to cum inside her. She had an implant, they all did. They were clones, but they were still men. They still had their needs.聽
He鈥檚 not sure how many times she鈥檚 cum since they started. He鈥檇 lost count, even of his own. They鈥檙e both a mess, both slick with sweat and covered in fluid. But he knows, he can tell it鈥檚 over. Her body doesn鈥檛 feel as warm, despite the fact they鈥檇 been going at it for a while. Her moans aren鈥檛 desperate anymore. They were softer and more restrained when he鈥檇 cum in her the last time. Her body was still, no longer moving with him, seeking any friction she could get.聽
And the way she said his name...
鈥淐ross.鈥 She breathes, reaching out for the hand that鈥檚 planted next to her head. 鈥淐ross, wait, please.鈥 She wraps a hand around his arm, holding on as tight as she can. He could easily pull away, but something in her voice is keeping him still.聽
His knees are aching. They鈥檇 been in this position for a long time. He鈥檇 have bruises probably, but so would she. He knows she has to hurt. She鈥檚 going to hurt. He鈥檚 still inside聽 her, going soft as she relaxes. She slowly starts to move, working herself over onto her back. It鈥檚 a bit like watching a fish attempt to flop back into water, her movements jerky and weak.聽
He slides out of her with a gush of fluid as she turns, making her groan and wince. There鈥檚 a wet patch of drool on the side of her face still, as well as an imprint of the lines from the floor. He doesn鈥檛 want to look at her as she lays under him, but she holds his face in her hands, forcing him to. She鈥檚 still breathing deeply to recover from the exertion, and likely being squished into the floor for so long.聽
She says his name so gently, with so much emotion it almost makes him shiver. Kriff, what he wouldn鈥檛 give to hear it all the time. He wasn鈥檛 like Hunter, or Tech, or even Wrecker. He hadn鈥檛 given into her. Not before. He was a cold-hearted asshole to her. Sure, he鈥檇 saved her ass a few times on the battlefield, and she鈥檇 even saved his. But that didn鈥檛 mean he wanted to climb into her cot with her and fuck the adrenaline away after a fight. He did care about her, but he had never given thought to acting on the attraction.聽
But he couldn鈥檛 deny the stirring he felt every time he walked past her makeshift room and heard the quiet giggles, the creaking cot, the occasional moan when they thought no one was near. The quiet sighs and occasional wet smack of skin and lips from Wrecker鈥檚 bunk when she stayed with him.聽
鈥淥ne more time.鈥 She says quietly, wrapping her arms around him. 鈥淥ne more. Please.鈥澛
It would be so easy to slip back into her, fuck her for real. Finally let himself go, let himself have what he鈥檚 been denying himself of.聽
But he can鈥檛. He had done what he needed to do. He pulls away, her muscles too weak to try and fight him, bring him back. He tucks himself back into his blacks wordlessly. Pushing himself to stand. He focuses on the pain in his knees, the stiffness of his body. He could at least clean her up, make sure she鈥檚 decent before Tech comes in to probe.聽
Instead he leaves, ignoring the calls of his name behind him.聽
She hates him.聽
She tries to fight the burning tears behind her eyes. She focuses on the cramping as Tech鈥檚 fingers push into her abdomen. She鈥檚 sore and raw, her whole body feeling like she had just lost a very brutal fight. She鈥檇 been in those fights before. It was how Cody had found her.聽
But this. This was something else.聽
What she wouldn鈥檛 give for an ice cube. Or even an ice dildo. A huge ice pack she could just lay over her body and let herself go numb. It wouldn鈥檛 fix the pain inside.聽
She鈥檚 crying, hot tears burning her skin.聽
鈥淗ey, I鈥檓 sorry. I don鈥檛 want to hurt you, but I have to make sure nothing鈥檚 injured.鈥 Tech wipes the tears from her cheeks. Precious Tech, always so sweet to her.聽
She wishes she could tell him, explain why she was crying, but she can鈥檛 put it into words. Crosshair was a dick. A giant dick. To everyone. Even sometimes to his own squadmates, his remarks would bite a little too hard. He didn鈥檛 like her. She knew that much. She had butted heads with him time and time again since she had joined them. Name calling, verbal altercations, she鈥檇 even hit him once.聽
They had lessened a bit over time, when she鈥檇 proved herself capable of being a part of the squad, being involved in missions as dangerous as the ones they went on. Even after she鈥檇 drunkenly confessed her feelings to the Batch and fucked Hunter, then Wrecker, then Tech. Echo had expressed his hesitations and she had respected them. But she had made it known, if he ever did want to, she鈥檇 be willing. She had made sure Crosshair had heard that as well. But still the sniper had been cold, ignoring any and all attempts to spike his interest.聽
Tech had explained to her what happened. Or, at least some of it. She鈥檇 been dosed by a sex pollen, and Crosshair had elected to fuck it out of her system. He couldn鈥檛 tell her what had happened while Crosshair was with her, but she remembered bits and pieces of it. It had been more shocking that Crosshair had been the one to do it. She had been convincing herself perhaps he didn鈥檛 have any interest in sex, or maybe he wasn鈥檛 into women, before this mission.聽
It could still be the case. But his blatant rejection had hurt her. No explanation, no reasoning. No gentle let down. He had just up and left her. Walked out and hadn鈥檛 looked back.聽
The machine beside her beeps and she closes her eyes. Tech had wanted to analyze her blood, make sure there was nothing else, no lasting effects. She wanted nothing more than to go lay down, curl up somewhere, cry. She hated crying in front of them. She tried everything not to, even when she was hurt she waited until she was shut away in her makeshift cot to finally let the tears go. She had mastered the silent cry a long time ago.聽
She forces herself to stop, sitting through the rest of Tech鈥檚 exam quietly. He rattles off about infusions, electrolyte levels, muscle fatigue, even as he carries her back to her makeshift room. It was a storage closet they had cleared for her, giving her more privacy than their bunks. She hadn鈥檛 cared, she would have stayed in a bunk, but they thought it fair to give her more privacy. She wasn鈥檛 a soldier, and she was a woman.聽
She鈥檚 thankful for it now as Tech leaves her with an electrolyte pack. He鈥檇 been sweet enough to tuck her in, but that had only made the ache in her chest worse. She hated it, that she was feeling it. She would take his cruel words, his name calling, the glare in his eyes every time he looked at her over this.聽
Tech had said it had taken two hours before she snapped out of it. She could feel the effects of those two hours. The dull ache in her pelvis, the rawness between her legs. The ache in her chest.聽
She hurts. All of her hurts. Even the inside.聽
鈥淚t鈥檚 been two days.鈥澛
鈥淚鈥檓 sure she鈥檚 just tired.鈥澛
鈥淏ut what if something鈥檚 wrong?鈥澛
鈥淣othing鈥檚 wrong.鈥 Hunter says, leaning back in the pilot鈥檚 seat. 鈥淪he鈥檚...sleeping a lot.鈥澛
He had been listening in on her, checking in. She hadn鈥檛 left her room in two days except for the occasional trip to the 鈥榝resher. She hadn鈥檛 left since...that incident. They had all agreed not to give specifics on what had happened when the GAR inevitably contacted them about their delay. They had picked up some sort of bug from the planet, and had chosen to quarantine. It had turned out to be harmless, and they were on their way to their next destination. It wasn鈥檛 totally a lie. Just nothing specific.聽
No one needed to know.聽
She cried a lot. Hunter was the only one who heard. She tried to be tough in front of them, saving the crying for when she was alone in her room. He always heard her sniffles, scented the salty tears when he passed. He never said anything. He didn鈥檛 think she鈥檇 want him to. This time, though, he could hear her quiet sobs from the cockpit.聽
鈥淲hat the hell did you do to her?鈥 Wrecker finally snaps, storming towards Crosshair where he鈥檚 seated, dutifully cleaning his rifle.聽
鈥淣othing she didn鈥檛 ask me to.鈥 Crosshair bites back, standing to defend himself.聽
鈥淗ey.鈥 Hunter steps between them, putting his hands up. 鈥淭his is not helping any.鈥 He turns to Wrecker. 鈥淚f it鈥檚 bothering you so much, I鈥檒l go check on her.鈥澛
鈥淚鈥檓 just worried about her.鈥 The giant deflates a little. 鈥淚 miss her.鈥澛
鈥淚 know.鈥 Hunter says, putting a hand on his shoulder. 鈥淲e all do. But you remember what Tech said. She just needs some time to recover.鈥澛
Wrecker takes a step back, nodding. 鈥淚 just want her to be okay.鈥澛
鈥淚 know.鈥 Hunter squeezes his shoulder. 鈥淪he will be eventually.鈥 He turns to fix Crosshair with a gaze, the sniper still glaring, but he knows the situation鈥檚 been diffused.聽
Crosshair had been broody, more so than normal. He either stayed in his bunk or sat in the corner, repetitively cleaning his rifle, taking it apart and putting it back together. He hadn鈥檛 spoken much, even when Tech had checked him over. He had been bombarded with questions when he鈥檇 come to alert Tech that she had recovered, but he had ignored them all in favor of slipping away to the 鈥榝resher to clean up, and then hiding away in his bunk. Hunter knows it must have been hard on him, but he was right. He was the only one who could do it. Tech had reaffirmed they had no other options. Even trying to get to a medical facility wouldn鈥檛 have done much good. They likely hadn鈥檛 had that much time either.聽
Hunter leaves the cockpit when he鈥檚 sure things have diffused between Wrecker and Crosshair, not wanting to risk more disruptions on the ship. He can hear the quiet sniffles as he approaches, smelling the salty air. He knocks on the door, the sniffling quieting.聽
鈥淚 know you鈥檙e awake.鈥 He says, finger hovering over the pad to open it. Tech had wired it so she could lock it if she wanted to, but she almost never did. 鈥淐an I come in?鈥澛
She gives no answer, the only sound inside the muffled breaths. He was the commanding officer. He had to ensure the well being of all of those under his command. He tells himself he鈥檚 not breaking any moral code when he opens the door anyway.聽
His eyes make a quick scan of the room. It鈥檚 dimly lit, the overhead light shut off, only the small string of lights around the bed lit. The case of rations Tech had slipped in sits unopened, as does the canteen of water next to it. He steps closer to the bed, moving slowly so as not to startle her. She鈥檚 crying again, face shoved into her pillow. The blanket is tossed haphazardly around her, pieces of bare skin revealed.聽
He kneels down next to the cot, reaching a hand out. 鈥淗ey.鈥 He almost whispers it, scared of breaking the quiet heaviness of the room. The air inside is stale from not being opened, the sadness of the single occupant weighing heavy. He could almost taste it, even without his heightened senses. 鈥淚 need you to tell me what鈥檚 wrong.鈥澛
She lets out a sob, pulling her face from the pillow. 鈥淚 don鈥檛 know! I don鈥檛 know what鈥檚 wrong!鈥 Her breaths are shaky, eyes red from crying. 鈥淚t鈥檚 stupid! I shouldn鈥檛 care, but I can鈥檛 help it!鈥澛
He carefully scooches her over, being careful not to hurt her as he takes a seat next to her on the cot. 鈥淚 need you to explain things a bit.鈥澛
She turns to face him. 鈥淚s he gay?鈥澛
鈥淲hat?鈥 He asks in confusion.聽
鈥淚s Crosshair gay?鈥澛
Hunter chokes on a laugh. 鈥淚 don鈥檛...鈥 He pauses, thinking about it. 鈥淚 don鈥檛 think so. I鈥檝e never seen him show interest in men before. Then again, I鈥檝e never seen him show interest in women either.鈥澛
She groans, pulling the pillow over her face. 鈥淭hat doesn鈥檛 help me!鈥澛
鈥淐are to share, mesh鈥檒a?鈥 He asks, gently peeling the pillow away so she doesn't suffocate herself.聽
鈥淚 asked him to fuck me.鈥 She deadpans. 鈥淚 asked him after the pollen had worn off. I asked him to fuck me one more time, just so I didn鈥檛 have to feel like I was taking advantage of him, or he was taking advantage of me and I just wanted a little closure and he just walked out. Now I feel like I overstepped and it鈥檚 all my fault and I鈥檓 causing too much of a rift in the squad and I鈥檝e made everyone uncomfortable and maybe I should just leave.鈥澛
Hunter stares down at her, processing her words. 鈥淵ou鈥檙e not going anywhere.鈥 He says finally, cupping her face. 鈥淐rosshair volunteered to help you because he didn鈥檛 want any of us getting hurt, including you. I know it wasn鈥檛 easy for him either. He does care about you in his own weird Crosshair way. He鈥檚 been brooding since that day. Brooding more than usual. You should talk to him. The way you know how.鈥 He smiles at her. 鈥淚n the meantime, Wrecker is very worried about you.鈥澛
She pouts. 鈥淧oor baby, will you send him in?鈥澛
He nods, kissing her head. 鈥淵eah. Gimme a minute.鈥澛
He heads out into the hallway, pausing by Wrecker鈥檚 bunk. He grabs Lula before calling out for his vod. He knows from the heavy footsteps in the cockpit he鈥檚 heard. He heads back to Night鈥檚 room, kneeling down next to the bed.聽
鈥淗ere.鈥 He places Lula in her arms, brushing the hair from her face. She looked pathetic and he hated it. He hated seeing her like this. 鈥淲hat a karking idiot.鈥 He hisses, shaking his head. 鈥淚 care about all of you, but sometimes I want to let Wrecker punch Cross right through the side of the ship.鈥澛
Night cracks a smile. 鈥淚鈥檇 gladly watch that right now.鈥澛
Wrecker appears at the door with perfect timing, stepping into the small space. 鈥淣ight, you okay?鈥澛
She sniffles, clutching Lula tighter to her chest. 鈥淣o. Will you cuddle me?鈥澛
Wrecker grins. 鈥淵eah I will!鈥 He moves to the bed, picking up Midnight and settling himself on the small bunk. 鈥淚t鈥檚 okay, Night. I鈥檝e got ya.鈥澛
Hunter watches them for a moment before stepping out, closing the door. His blood boiling, anger filling him. He makes his way back to the cockpit, desperately clinging to his last bit of restraint. It goes out the window when he sees Crosshair, red filling his vision.聽
He grabs Crosshair from his seat, slamming him up against the wall. 鈥淗ow dare you! I know you鈥檙e a miserable bastard who hates everyone, but that was taking it too far!鈥 Echo and Tech are at his sides, trying to pull him away from his vod. 鈥淗ow dare you leave her like that!鈥澛
Crosshair glares at him, shoving him back a bit. 鈥淵ou don鈥檛 know what it was like. It wasn鈥檛 her asking me to do all those things to her. I feel like I...took advantage of her. I couldn鈥檛 look her in the eye not knowing if she knew, if she remembered. If she thought I had...鈥 He clenches his fists. 鈥淚 care about her too. More than you think I do. If you think that was easy for me, if you think I don鈥檛 regret leaving her like that, you鈥檙e wrong.鈥澛
鈥淵ou could have told one of us! We would have gone in, comforted her more! She鈥檚 so upset because you made her feel like she took advantage of you!鈥澛
Tech and Echo hold him back as he tries to lunge towards Crosshair again. 鈥淗unter!鈥 Tech draws his attention away from Crosshair, forcing him back a couple steps. 鈥淲e need to discuss this, but you need to calm down first. You鈥檙e no good to anyone if you鈥檙e upset.鈥澛
Hunter can see the guilt behind Tech鈥檚 glasses. He was the first who saw her after. He had known something was off, but he hadn鈥檛 thought it could be something like this. His thoughts had all been physical ailments, aftereffects of the pollen. He was right there. He could have done something.聽
Hunter knows Tech is feeling partially responsible, even if it wasn鈥檛 his fault.聽
鈥淲e need you to calm down. Then we鈥檒l all talk about this like adults.鈥澛
If the situation wasn鈥檛 so serious, he may have cracked a smile at the inside joke. Midnight was technically the only adult on board.聽
Midnight finds Crosshair in the hull, seated at a table. He鈥檚 got his head down, focusing on the ration in front of him. He doesn鈥檛 even bother looking up when she approaches, standing over him. She slams her hands down on the table, drawing his attention up to her face. He glares at her, eyes squinted. She鈥檚 glaring right back, nose scrunched in the adorable way it does when she鈥檚 angry.聽
鈥淚鈥檓 going to talk, and you are going to listen.鈥 She says, pointing a finger at him.聽
鈥淚 don鈥檛 have to do anything.鈥 He snarks.聽
鈥淣o, you are going to listen because I deserve at least that much.鈥澛
He glares at her, but doesn鈥檛 reply. She knows she has him. She stays standing, leaning her hands on the table.聽
鈥淚 know why you volunteered to help me, I know you only fucked me because you had to. I know we both feel like we took advantage of each other even though it was a life or death situation. I want you to know,鈥 She curses the way her voice shakes. 鈥淚 want you to know that I鈥檓 okay with it. If you鈥檙e questioning my consent, I鈥檓 going to tell you now, I want you to do it. You saved my life, and protected the squad. I would have wanted you to do it. But I need you to be straight with me because I can鈥檛 take it anymore. I know you don鈥檛 like me, you don鈥檛 like me being here. I need you to tell me flat out that you don鈥檛 want me so I can stop feeling horrible about trying to coerce you into fucking me.鈥澛
He stares up at her for a tense moment. She wishes she could read minds, get anything out of him that let her know what he was feeling. But all he gave her was his signature glare, which told her next to nothing other than that he was annoyed by her very existence.聽
He moves so fast she almost can鈥檛 process it. He stands, grabbing her and dragging her up onto the table. His tray clatters to the floor along with his silverware, both of them ignoring it. She鈥檚 kneeling on the table, eye to eye with him. His hand is closed around her throat, his breath fanning across her cheek as he leans into her ear. 鈥淵ou don鈥檛 know how badly I want to fuck you, little girl.鈥 He hisses. 鈥淭o bend you over this table, fuck you until you鈥檙e begging, then I鈥檒l decide if you get to cum.鈥 He licks the shell of her ear, a quiet whimper leaving her. 鈥淚鈥檓 not soft.鈥 He warns her. 鈥淚鈥檓 not gentle. I鈥檒l pick you apart piece by piece until you can鈥檛 even speak. I鈥檒l have you thinking about me every time you walk, every time you sit down.鈥 He bites at the skin below her ear, sucking a mark. 鈥淚鈥檓 not going to be nice to you.鈥澛
She gasps as his free hand fondles her ass, squeezing it roughly. 鈥淵ou鈥檙e a dick, Crosshair. I wouldn鈥檛 expect you to be nice to me.鈥澛
He growls, crashing his lips against hers. It鈥檚 desperate, rough, so very different from the others. She presses closer to him, his hand sliding into the back of her lounge pants. It was the set she always wore between missions when they had downtime on the Marauder.聽
They ignore the sound of the door opening, and the disgusted cries of poor Tech.聽
鈥淩eally guys, the table? We all eat there!鈥澛
鈥淚 fucked her on it last week.鈥 Hunter says, patting Tech鈥檚 shoulder as he passes.聽
Tech gives him a look. 鈥淵ou at least wiped it off, right?鈥澛
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echos-newlegs 6 months ago
could you write something about how the members of the bad batch would react to being called pretty 馃憠馃憟
Oml yesyesyes sorry for the delayed response to this but YEAHHH-
Warnings: none
The Bad Batch Reacting to You Calling Them Pretty:
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The first time he heard it he was a bit surprised.
Pretty? That wasn't the first time someone told him he was, but from you it felt.. Different.
You were his everything, even if the two of you weren't in a relationship yet. Everything that you said to him meant the world to him.
So when you called him pretty he was standing there with a lost expression on his face.
"You think so?" "I know so."
He would make it in his best effort to compliment you back. Where it be with a simple endearment, or with acts of kindness. Letting you know that he greatly appreciates everything that you do for him.
He would also swoon no matter how many times you call him things like 'pretty,' 'handsome', or literally anything that's a compliment to his looks. He needs the hype.
"I'm sorry, what did you say?"
This sweet boy hasn't been complimented on his looks a lot. Let alone called pretty.
His heart would be beating a hundred miles a minute while he internally screams. Raking his brain for any sort of information to help him process.
"Pretty? That's not what I would call myself." "Then what would you call yourself?" "Well.. I don't know, but not that."
You would ask him if he wants you to not call him that.
"What? No! I mean, it's fine. I like the compliment. Thank you, you're very pretty yourself, so much that words can hardly express it."
He'd be flustered because you'd be flustered at his sudden admission.
If you kiss his cheek there will be a 404 ERROR going on in his brain. He will just sit there and stare for a good 20 seconds before being all,
"Wait, did you kiss me? You kissed me." And then he would overthink everything.
So please do not just leave him sitting there.
My man will seek any sort of validation or kind comments from you
They remind him that you like him and aren't mad at him. Or that he annoys you.
When you call him pretty, he may just kind of stare blankly at you for a second, but then he breaks out into this big grin.
He's pull you in for a huge hug, because dammit you made his whole week with just that simple compliment.
"You're pretty, too!" He'd tell you with a chuckle. Putting you back down onto the ground.
He expects you to tell him how pretty or handsome he is anytime you get the chance now. This is now your job.
He'd brag about it to everyone, too
"Yeah, y/n called me pretty. Which means I am prettier than all of you." "Technically, Wrecker, it would be 'more pretty,' not 'prettier.'" "Tech, I don't care."
"What did you just call me?"
You would have to repeat yourself. And he would still stare at you like you just called him hideous.
You would ask if you did something wrong, but he would shake his head 'no,' and just walk off.
He isn't one for compliments. They scared him. They make him feel more attached to the person that is giving them to him, and he hates them for that.
Okay, he doesn't actually hate you, but it does scare him, and he may end up avoiding you for a bit.
Even if he did kind of like the compliment.
No, he really liked it, it even went to his head a bit..
"Hey, Crosshair, I'm sorry about calling you pretty.. I didn't mean to upset you, I won't do it again."
He would be upset with himself for making you think he was upset with you. Sure, you scared him a bit, but he wasn't mad. He couldn't be mad at you.
He would half-ass explain the situation and why it startled him. That he wasn't used to being called anything positive. That he did appreciate it though.
If you smile when he says he enjoyed it, you'll get a smile out of him, too.
"Well, it is true, Cross'"
He'd be giddy with joy, but just roll his eyes at you.
This is definitely feeding his ego for the next few weeks.
He would be smiling so shyly when you tell him.
Rubbing the back of his head bashfully, and looking everywhere but at you.
"You don't mean that.." "Oh, but I do."
He'd look at you like you hung the planets in every system.
he would feel absolutely lucky to have you in his life, too.
"Can you tell me everything about me you think is pretty?"
He would be thrilled when you tell him everything you think is pretty about him.
Also from now on, expect him to come to you when he feels insecure so you can hold him and assure him he is in fact pretty and an amazing human being.
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jedipoodoo 4 months ago
Hello dear! I have a request for you, so lately I have been having the craziest baby fever, so I was thinking, how are the batches baby fever like? I like to hc that they slowly hint it out for a while until they really want to have a baby 馃槄
Notes: I focused a lot more on pregnancy than adoption in this one, with an exception for Echo because I really don't know for sure what happened to his body. That being said, adoption is a perfectly viable option even if both parents are able to conceive. If you would like me to write something centered on adoption, feel free to drop an ask!
Warnings: babies, baby fever, pregnancy, labor, morning sickness, infertility, adoption, Couvade Syndrome.
The Bad Batch + Baby Fever (afab Reader)
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First of all, loyalty means everything to the clones, and loyalty means family. They would do anything for their brothers.
They've been kept from so much in their short lives, the idea of having a spouse and kids of their own seems impossible during the war
So once the war is over (in canon or in one where Papa Palps kicks the bucket before Order 66) endless opportunities are suddenly presented to the Bad Batch.
The one that stands out to them is having a family. Having a loyal partner, and having or adopting kids that they can give a better future than they grew up with.
There have been so many things in the galaxy they can't control, but this is one that they can.
Echo wants to be a dad SO BAD
Growing up with Domino squad, he always felt so protective of his brothers and when nights on Rishi got long and boring, they'd talk about what their lives would be like after the war.
After Rishi, he felt like he'd lost the opportunity to have that future he'd imagined with his brothers, but at least had Fives to dream of that future with.
Echo needs people. He needs family. He is so glad to have the batch now, and you.
When you start talking about a family, he is really nervous about pressing anything. But you can tell how much he's holding back.
Once you tell him you want to have kids, the dam bursts. He physically cannot keep it in.
He has a list of baby names a mile long. Most are in honor of the many brothers he's interacted with, but he does some looking into traditionally feminine names as well.
Everyone says Tech's the one doing research but Echo is the one who reads operation manuals for fun.
This man has read every parenting book/pamphlet in existence, and has promptly thrown out the ones that aren't helpful.
He will read these parenting helps to you at night, and it does help you fall asleep but Echo keeps pinching you to stay awake because "This is important, Cyare!"
Because of his trauma, you have to get a bit creative. You can adopt, or you can do IVF. His brothers would be happy to help out.
You can't go through any adoption agencies with the Empire on your tail, so most of it is being on the lookout for kids that need help when you're on missions or walking through Mantell City.
"What about that one-" "Her mom is right over there, babe."
Echo will adopt every child in sight. He is just as bad as Hunter.
If you choose to end up getting pregnant, he goes insane. He can't take his eyes off of you. He hates being away from you, and if he can't bask in your presence for >.2 seconds expect lots of calls like "Hi Cyar鈥檌ka how are you and the baby doing?? 馃ズ"
(if you happen to find out that you're having twins he will faint on the spot. And then promptly rearrange his blueprints for the nursery).
Tech gets a baby shoved into his arms when they're trying to evacuate a village while it's mother takes another one of her children to safety.
Tech.exe has stopped working.
He looks to you for help, like you should know what to do, he's the genius here.
In theory, the Kaminoans knew that clones would have to deal with kids, and Tech knows all about the workings of the body and how a body grows, but he hasn't had to interact with small children since he was their size, and this is the last thing his research has prepared him for.
"Tech, do you want to have a baby?"
"Well, I suppose it would be interesting to study whether a natborn individual and a clone can conceive a viable offspring-"
"Not as an experiment, Tech," You take his face in your hands to make him focus, "Would you ever want to have our own little family?"
He takes a moment to think it over.
Tech is a logical man. He's stingy about the details, everything has to be just so.
Pregnancy and children makes him throw all of that out the airlock.
"What do you mean you are craving Cho-Nor-Hoola? Yes, I am aware that it is a Hutt delicacy, but the effect it has on humans is-"
*he is interrupted when you throw a pillow at him*
(Cho-Nor-Hoola is made with soured milk, protato, and bone powder)
So what if it takes extreme willpower to eat such a vile smelling dish? Everything else you would eat already makes you want to throw up anyway.
Mans is hopeless with names. "What do you want to call the baby?" "Oh, uh, what about CC-9914?"
You ain't having it.
In a word, Clueless. But he is Trying His Best鈩
He gets to hold your baby as soon as you've gotten your fill of holding them, and then somehow he understands. He understands why he and his brothers felt the way they did towards Omega. He understands why you wanted this child. And he understands everything he would sacrifice for this child.
The thought of having kids has never really occurred to him before. He loves having you as a partner, and he's happy the way things are.
You're the one who brings up kids first. He ends up dropping the crate he was carrying on the floor.
"Y'mean, have our own kids, like Omega?"
"Well, they wouldn't start out like her," You try not to laugh, "But we would have to look out for them and take care of them like we do with Omega."
He doesn't say anything else, so you leave it at that, but he can't think about anything else for the next week.
He tries to pull a Tech and figure out the logistics of having a baby.
He's smarter than people give him credit before, and he takes family very seriously, so he puts a lot of thinking into it before he asks you if the two of you are ready to have a baby.
Once you're pregnant, he gets super worried. He's terrified of hurting you or hurting the baby.
That being said, he doesn't let anything else hurt you either.
Protective Husband Mode: Activate!
He is utterly entranced by just how small baby clothes can be. He has a hard time believing any kid could ever be that small.
"This can barely fit around my thumb!"
you have lots of holos with Wrecker wearing baby clothes on his hand so you can compare the size of the baby to Wrecker's size.
He knits tons of little hats and baby blankets though. Some for his brother's kids, but most are for your kid.
It's important to note when the baby does come that he's suddenly much more reserved. Everything the two of you have been waiting for these past nine months just becomes real in the instant the baby is placed in your arms.
He is terrified of hurting this child, and he's torn between wanting to hold them close, and not wanting to break them.
You have to start off slow, ease him into it. You have him hold you while you're holding the baby, so that you can all bond and Wrecker doesn't have to worry about hurting anyone because he already knows how to hold you properly without hurting you.
(and lbr after giving birth you aren't walking anytime soon)
Wrecker will carry you and baby EVERYWHERE. Tech tells him fresh air is good for baby, so when you agree to getting out of bed Wrecker takes all three of you outside for a picnic.
Wrecker gets closer and closer to baby as they're both lying on the blanket, carefully pointing out flowers and creatures to them while keeping a lookout for potential dangers with his cybernetic eye.
Soon enough, the only place baby will fall asleep is safely in buir's arms.
It isn't long before he asks you if you want another kid.
Crosshair very subdued. He loves Omega and he loves his brothers, but he doesn't quite "get it" about the whole baby fever thing. He's a bit more cynical about bringing a child into the dangerous world and doubtful of his ability to be a good father, no matter how many times you assure him.
You don't mind. You're happy with or without kids.
When he does hint at wanting a child, it's so subtle he doesn't even notice it. Volunteering to babysit for his brothers, watching parents with their kids in the marketplace, it all makes him feel something he can't quite understand.
When you ask him if he wants to have a baby and he actually says yes, it catches you completely off guard.
But he's 100% serious.
When you do get pregnant, it's very carefully planned. Crosshair is just as meticulous as Tech. He works out your due date before AZI can, he has all of your OB/GYN appointments scheduled nine months in advance, and certain activities and check ins every day to make certain you and the baby are progressing healthily.
Crosshair learns very quickly, much like Tech, that babies do not care for your schedule.
But that's okay, because laying in bed with you wrapped up in his arms and a holofilm playing softly is a good substitute for whatever he originally had planned for your day.
Your comfort is his number one priority. He has all your craving foods stocked up, along with heating pads, compression socks, the whole nine yards.
During the delivery, he's more concerned with you than he is with the baby, up until the moment Tech hands him his kid for the first time.
He doesn't but them down for a few weeks after that.
Suddenly Crosshair has two people he'd cross the galaxy for. It was very sudden, and he still doesn't know what changed to make it happen.
All he knows is that when he looked down at your child with his eyes and your nose, he knew he would never let anything happen to them.
*deep inhale*
This man.
This man was born to be a father.
Omega is his first and top priority, and then comes you. You both understand pretty early on in the relationship that if things are going to go well, you have to do more than just get along with Omega.
From watching Hunter with her, and with any other kids you happen to run into, you know that he wants kids.
So it's not too much of a surprise when he broaches the subject of the two of you having your own children.
He respects your boundaries, no question. If you don't want to have kids he'll back off, but if you agree wholeheartedly, he'll be the happiest man in the galaxy.
Given his enhanced senses, I agree with @a-lil-perspective that Hunter definitely experiences "Couvade Syndrome", where he experiences similar symptoms to his partner when they're pregnant due to hormones.
You are the one carrying the baby though, so all his issues can be pushed aside to help you during this difficult time.
Like with his senses, he can keep it under control most of the time, but some nights you're both laying in bed with greasy takeout food and crying over some stupid holodrama because nothing else was on
Hunter is really worried about being a good father. You, Omega, his brothers will all come at him with reasons why he'd be a fantastic parent but still.
He practices swaddling techniques, the best way to help a baby burp, the fastest way to change a diaper, etc.
His squad has always had to be the best at everything, and this definitely eeks over into his family life
He's the sergeant, he's always been the one who's responsible for everyone, from the time they were first put together as cadets, to going back for Omega, he couldn't bear letting you or the baby down
The day of the delivery, you're in pain and you're struggling and it hurts him because there's nothing he can do. He keeps asking what he can do to help and all you can tell him is "hold me"
The baby's out, and he's got eyes on it. He watches them get washed up and wrapped up and he makes sure they aren't going anywhere.
And then he gets to hold the baby, his baby, for the first time.
the whole world just stops for him as he takes it in.
He brings the baby over to you so you can both hold them, and he slowly comes to the realization of how perfect his child is.
They didn't have to do anything, they just exist. And he loves them unconditionally. So maybe that's all Hunter has to do too.
Wrecker asks if you two will ever have another kid and you and Hunter look at each other.
This poor child has no idea how the female body works
Everyone has a good laugh about it.
Tech finds plenty of child-centered material to teach her about the reproductive system
Needless to say she is traumatized. At least for the first couple days. Until....
"How can you tell if it's a boy or a girl?"
AZI explains the ultrasound imaging to her while you and your partner watch her with love in your eyes. She is absolutely fascinated, and even asks if she can move the wand around to help get a better picture.
From then on she is always close by your side, determined to be the first to feel when the baby kicks.
Slowly, the baby starts making their way into her "My Family" drawings. And it isn't even born yet.
Every time you meet someone new she asks if you'll use their name for the baby.
"What about Han? Or Lando?"
You promise to think about it, but you suggest that she save the names and use them for her kids.
"Oh no. I'm never having kids."
Duly noted. Hunter heaves a sigh of relief.
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dorianwritesthings a month ago
The Bad Batch x Reader: You Make Them Flower Crowns
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A/N: Hey guess who wants to write fanfiction to put before the public again and also is in the middle of a Bad Batch fixation? It鈥檚 meeeee.
So anyway! Here is a little story for each member where you make and give them a flower crown.
You walked along the perimeter of your landing zone, careful to keep the Marauder in sight at all times. The planet you were on was mostly jungle, making a suspected separatist military base difficult for republic forces to find, let alone infiltrate. But for you, it meant the possibility of getting lost if you strayed too far.
One of the plants Tech described to you was growing in some abundance just behind the ship. It had edible leaves and pretty blue flowers of various sizes. You grabbed quite a few and put them into your bag before moving on to find some of those fruits you were so interested in.
By the time you were finished you鈥檇 actually managed to gather enough plants to feed the Batch, which was quite the accomplishment. Tech inspected it, approving your haul before going back to work on the ship with Echo.
You鈥檇 managed to find a few plants that had fruit, though Tech corrected that a few of these plants were technically vegetables. Regardless you tried each one, deciding that you could probably make some sort of salad with the leaves of that one plant you鈥檇 found and just put the sweet Jogan fruit type thing on the side.
You began to strip the flowers of their leaves, and suddenly an idea came to mind. You could make use of these flowers, too, if you had time.
Hunter, Wrecker, and Crosshair returned about an hour later. You鈥檇 had time to prepare some food, which Wrecker seemed pretty enthusiastic about. Echo and Tech were already eating.
鈥淲hat鈥檚 all this?鈥 Hunter asked as they drew closer. You smiled, hands clasped behind your back.
鈥淭ech mentioned that this planet had edible wild plants.鈥 You said. Crosshair continued on, but you reached out a hand to stop Hunter.
鈥淲hat? No food for me?鈥
鈥淣ot yet. I made you something else, too.鈥
鈥淪omething else?鈥
You pulled the flower crown from behind your back and held it out to him, suddenly very nervous.
鈥淵ou made this鈥or me?鈥 he asked. You saw his eyes flicker to his brothers.
鈥淚, uh, Yeah. I mean if you don鈥檛 want it, that鈥檚 fine.鈥
鈥淣o鈥︹ he said, taking it from you and gently placing it on top of his head. It fell almost perfectly over his bandana, 鈥淚 like it.鈥
You smiled, blushing at the compliment and finally let him walk over to enjoy the food with everyone else.
鈥淣ice crown, Hunter.鈥 Crosshair teased. He had picked up one of the purple fruit pieces with a toothpick.
鈥淏etter than yours.鈥 Hunter grabbed a plate and sat down next to Wrecker, leaving some room for you beside him.
Your recent injury left you with quite a bit of time the past few days. Tech had said you鈥檇 be clear for duty in a few days, but in the mean time wanted you to rest as much as possible. Normally you didn鈥檛 like being left out, but you鈥檇 managed to take advantage of the time today.
The others had gone to get supplies while Tech and Echo worked on the ship. You watched them for a while, bored but grateful for the nice weather on this planet. This particular outpost was a small one, and your ship was surrounded by wildflowers.
They drew your attention and you remembered that you did know how to make flower crowns鈥aybe you could make one as a present to Echo. He鈥檇 been the one looking after you most while you recovered and you may have also鈥eally鈥eally liked him.
Quickly you set to work. You couldn鈥檛 really walk too far, but there were plenty of flowers nearby to choose from. You chained together some larger ones in a few different colors and then threaded in some of the small white ones all the way through, filling in the gaps. It was honestly pretty sturdy and you were happy with it.
鈥淓cho?鈥 You called. He immediately looked up at you, mentioned something to Tech, and jogged over.
鈥淵eah?鈥 he asked, 鈥淵ou alright? Need anything?鈥
鈥淥h no.鈥 you said, 鈥淚 mean鈥 made this for you.鈥
You held up the crown in your hands, hoping he didn鈥檛 notice your nervousness.
鈥淔or me?鈥
鈥淵eah.鈥 you said, 鈥淵ou鈥檝e been so nice and I wanted to say thank you.鈥
鈥淵ou鈥ou don鈥檛 have to thank me.鈥 he said, 鈥淢aybe you should wear it instead.鈥
鈥淏ut, you鈥檇 look so cute!鈥 The words of protest came out of your mouth quickly and you immediately felt heat flush over your cheeks.
Echo鈥檚 blush was adorable. He knelt down.
鈥淲ell, if you say so I guess.鈥
A bit hesitantly, but without objection from Echo, you set the flower crown on his head, glad to see that you鈥檇 judged the size correctly. He looked up and you smiled.
鈥淲ell? How do I look?鈥 He said it hesitantly, a small smile on his lips.聽
鈥淵ou look great,鈥 you said, 鈥淒o you鈥ike it?鈥
He adjusted it a bit. 鈥淲ell I鈥檓 certainly not taking it off.鈥
The field of flowers before you was honestly impressive. You鈥檇 never seen anything like it in your travels throughout the galaxy.
鈥淭hat鈥檚 a lot of flowers.鈥 Wrecker agreed, standing next to you. You鈥檇 both just gotten off the Marauder and were standing next to the boarding ramp to let the others get off.
鈥淎ctually they鈥檙e a non-native species.鈥 Tech said, 鈥淏ut they grow so well in this region due to the temperate climate and little shade.鈥
鈥淐鈥檓on, Tech! Don鈥檛 ruin it!鈥
鈥淚鈥檓 simply providing more information.鈥
You chuckled a bit, reaching down to touch one of the flowers鈥 soft petals.
鈥淲e could be here for a while.鈥 Hunter said, 鈥淪o make yourselves comfortable.鈥
You were waiting to meet with a contact, but you鈥檇 arrived early.
鈥淗ey, Wrecker,鈥 You said, 鈥淐an you bring me some flowers? Keep the stems as long as you can. Whatever colors you want.鈥
鈥淗m? Okay sure!鈥 he smiled at you and began hunting for some. The field had a decent variety, though most of the flowers were blues, purples, and reds.聽
鈥淭hat鈥檒l keep him occupied.鈥 Crosshair said, passing by you to do some of his own exploring. You chose to ignore him.
Wrecker quickly returned with two handfuls of flowers, which was more like an armful when you held them.
鈥淗ow鈥檚 that?鈥 His smile hadn鈥檛 faded a bit.
鈥淧erfect!鈥 You beamed, beginning to weave them together.
鈥淲hat are you doing?鈥 He took a seat beside you and looked on curiously as you overlapped the stems.
鈥淚t鈥檚 a surprise.鈥澛
He chuckled, 鈥淵ou like your surprises, don鈥檛 ya?鈥
You grinned at that, continuing to work on a matching set of flower crowns. Wrecker started to poke at the ground, pulling apart a few of the flowers around you.
鈥淎aaaand done.鈥 You smiled, holding up both crowns. Wrecker looked at them.
鈥淎wesome!鈥hat is it?鈥
You chuckled, placing one of the crowns on his head.
鈥淭hey鈥檙e flower crowns..鈥 You put the other one on your own head, 鈥淣ow we match, see?鈥
He picked you up into a hug and you let out a surprised squeak that quickly turned into laughter as he spun you around.
鈥淚 like it.鈥 he said into your ear, finally releasing you. He kept it on throughout the day, showing off how the two of you matched during dinner.
鈥淲hat about this one?鈥 you ask, holding up a light purple flower in his line of sight.
鈥淎h, that would be a Vervain Hipna. They鈥檝e been used in some cultures as a sleep aid, though the property is only brought out when boiled.鈥 He took the flower from your fingers, looking at it closely and inspecting it鈥檚 petals, 鈥淭ouching them is fine.鈥
鈥淚nteresting.鈥 You smiled, working one of them into your current lattice of stems. The crown was almost done with Tech none the wiser.
鈥淢any of the plants grown here have some sort of medicinal use.鈥 Tech continued, scanning another of the plants.
鈥淥h yeah? And what鈥檚 your favorite?鈥
He considered your question for a moment.
鈥淚 suppose the multiple uses of the Mehere Lillium is quite interesting. It鈥檚 roots produce a mild disinfectant, reduce fevers, and the flower petals produce an orange dye.鈥
鈥淥range dye, huh? What do they look like?鈥
He looked around for a moment.
鈥淎h, here.鈥 he reached down and picked up an especially large orange-red flower, 鈥淭his one is a pretty good specimen.鈥
You took the flower from him and Tech looked away quickly, blushing a bit at the quick contact of your hands. You took the opportunity to examine the flower. It was large with 6 pointed petals that stretched from red to a deep orange.
鈥淭hey鈥檙e actually grown in controlled gardens on other planets,鈥 he continued, 鈥淪ince the dye they produce is so sought after. The largest off-planet grower is actually the same one who produces the Malreaux household plants.鈥
鈥淎h, well they also make a good crowning jewel.鈥 you said, looking over you鈥檙e completed crown. You鈥檇 connected the two ends, using the large orange flower as the centerpiece.
鈥淎 what?鈥 he asked, turning back to you. His eyes settled immediately on the creation in your hands.聽
鈥淵ou like it?鈥
鈥淚t鈥檚 quite impressive.鈥 He looked it over, 鈥淗ow long did it take?鈥
鈥淣ot long.鈥 You sat the crown on his head, enjoying his puzzled expression. 鈥淚鈥檓 glad it fits.鈥
He reached a gentle hand up to feel the crown on his head, a small smile forming on his lips.
鈥淎 lovely gift, my dear. Thank you,鈥 he said, 鈥淣ow, may I craft one for you?鈥
If you were completely honest with yourself, you were enjoying this mission quite a bit. Time alone with Crosshair was a rarity, even if it could be quiet.
He鈥檇 been settled in his vantage point for quite some time, time enough for you to become a little bored. You were with him as a lookout. This particular target had rather irregular patrols. Hunter wanted you to keep lookout while Crosshair focused in case they sent someone your way.聽
Unfortunately, no one had come up the path since the two of you trudged up there that morning. Distracting yourself with the manipulation of the clearing鈥檚 many flowers felt like a good use of time.
You spared a glance over at Crosshair. He was laying on the ground, carefully waiting for the target to appear. You were sat facing the opposite direction, able to see both the path you鈥檇 come from in the distance and an adjacent one on the mountainside next to you.
The field you two were in had quite a few flowers to choose from, but you decided to go with a red theme. It matched his armor.
Finally finished, you placed the crown gently on his head. Crosshair tensed and breathed your name in annoyance.
鈥淲hat is on my head?鈥澛
鈥淚 made a flower crown. Fits you perfectly.鈥
He spared a glance at you for just a moment, but you didn鈥檛 miss the small smirk on his face. You also didn鈥檛 miss how genuinely cute he looked with your flower crown on.
鈥淒oesn鈥檛 sound like you鈥檙e doing much of your job then, lookout.鈥
鈥淐ome on.鈥 You rolled your eyes, 鈥淚 get bored and needed something to do with my hands. And now you鈥檙e head is sufficiently camouflaged.鈥
鈥淪omehow, I doubt this makes a difference.鈥
鈥淵ou know, Crosshair, when someone makes something for you, you鈥檙e usually supposed to say thank you.鈥 You leaned back on your hands and looked again at the empty trail.
鈥淚 thought you said you made it because you were bored. Not for me.鈥澛
You froze for a second and he chuckled a bit.
鈥淗ow adorable.鈥
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bisexual-sergeant 6 days ago
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I am once again demanding reader insert writers to quit that shit out or I will have to intervene.
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deaconusdelirium 5 months ago
What Clones say during 鈥楾hat鈥 time
Warnings: 18+
Summary: a few things some of the clones say during the time you both share together
鈥淵ou鈥檙e gonna make me-鈥
鈥淵ou鈥檙e something special鈥
鈥淒on鈥檛 stop, please.鈥
鈥淜iss me again cyar鈥檌ka鈥
鈥淵ou鈥檝e always taken me so good, why not now?鈥
鈥淩elax, let me do this鈥
鈥淵ou鈥檙e body鈥檚 a totem, and I鈥檓 here to worship you鈥
鈥淏e as loud as you want, the senators out鈥
鈥淵ou鈥檙e hotter than both of Tatooines鈥 suns鈥
鈥淵ou look better like that鈥
(I鈥檒l let your imagination play with that one馃憖)
鈥淟et鈥檚 make a baby鈥
鈥淢ove like that and this won鈥檛 last long鈥
鈥淕edet'ye -osik, Mesh鈥檒a鈥
鈥淵ou鈥檙e breathtaking鈥
鈥淧rettiest thing I鈥檝e ever laid eyes on鈥
鈥淟et鈥檚 try something new鈥
鈥淐ould we take our time?鈥
鈥淪ight for sore eyes
鈥淟ook at me like that again鈥
鈥淥pen that pretty little mouth of yours鈥
Imperial! Crosshair-
鈥淭he view from here makes you even more endearing鈥
鈥淵ou were made for me, and only me, remember that.鈥
I鈥檝e been away from writing and posting a bit, and I鈥檓 sorry. During that time I got to thinking and just being me again, but I also got so many ideas and this was one of them鈥
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moodymisty a month ago
鈫 Bad Batch Kinks 鈫
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Author's note: Now, is it really kink HCs if I don't say Hunter has a predator/prey kink? It's like a right of passage.
Warning: NSFW
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鈿笍Hunter will salivate over anything that makes use of his senses. It's not something he can control, the way they make him feel; Even if he largely has a mastery over them. But it isn't long before you have mastery over them as well, and you can now often make him tick without so much as lifting a finger.
Scent: Your natural one, as Hunter hates perfumes. They're far too strong, and often end up giving him headaches. But more importantly, he wants to smell you; The smell of your skin, your sweat, the wetness between your legs that can torment him with everyone else around him being none the wiser. You'll be sitting down purposely thinking of him, the last time you'd been together, subtly rubbing your thighs together as you pretend to adjust the way you're sitting. All the while Hunter-who was just standing behind you minding his own business-now has his hands almost bending the back of the seat, with how hard he's gripping it. It's about to snap underneath his fingers as he tries not to breathe in too deeply. The very second he has you alone he traps you, pressing his face against your neck whispering to you to 'stop torturing him like this', while you decide to play coy in response.
Hearing/Predator & Prey: it had started largely as an innocent question about his hearing. Which ended up into a discussion about Hunter's ability to track people down, that was on a scale not many could beat. 'How fast do you think you could find me?' you remember asking him, sitting on two bar stools in a Coruscant food stall. He'd given you a three minute head start, you snarfing down the last bite of food and paying before rushing off into the crowd. Hunter paid for his own, before eventually going after you. Even if this was Uscru, a district filled with filth and stenches and sounds, Hunter could still quite easily track you down, pushing through a sea of people and droids. It had been your frantic heartbeat that had given you away, hidden in the back corner of an alleyway. He had stormed down that alleyway like he was after a target, his shoulders squared and head straight forward. It was then, through the sounds of his own heart and his hot breath trapped in his helmet did he realize how hard he was, his blood rushing in his ears. It was like he was a frayed rope about to snap the way he had looked at you when you'd been caught, before Hunter towed you off deeper into the shadows.
馃敶Tech is always in the pursuit of learning. So when you came along, a whole new brain to pick? No question is left unasked and no stone is left unturned. Tech is a wild card; And as long as it鈥檚 planned out together and safe, he鈥檚 willing to try anything once. Which means sometimes you have no idea what he wants to do next.
Bondage/Shibari: He was the one who'd brought it up, to tie you up. Ever keen eyed Tech noticed you often gripped him or something else, knuckles white, whenever you were together. He wanted to see what would happen if he took that away from you, tying your hands behind the headrest of the pilot's seat the first time he'd done it. After that however Tech had gotten curious; And his curiousness often lead him on paths of research down which he'd never come out empty handed. More complicated knots, different positions, using whole lengths of rope or barely any at all, Tech had done his research and was intent to put it to test, as he did with all else. Sometimes he'd do knots and patterns that you'd consider art, not too tight or loose against your skin as you laid or sat or stood; Completely helpless. Sometime later however he asked you to do it to him, and while Tech was always largely unphased by this sort of thing, you didn't miss the way his face felt hot when you'd touched it. He guided you through the whole setup, each knot, loop, twist and turn, until you'd stumbled your way through. By the time you had, and Tech was well and truly restrained, he was already begging you to come closer. Turns out he liked being on the receiving end just as much, if his beat red face was anything to go by.
Toys: Tech is a genius. He was bred to be that way, it was a core part of his identity. But sometimes you hated that fact, hated that he was so damn smart and was able to whip together feats of engineering with leftover scrap and scavenged bits. You spend a lot of time apart from him, and in all of his late night tinkering, the result came in the form of a box on your doorstep. It was from a proxy address, but you knew well it was from Tech by the meticulous look. You took the box inside and sat with it on your bed, opening it and pursing your lips realizing instantly what it was on first sight. Tech had actually gone through the effort-how he did it without getting busted by his brothers you didn't know-to make you an actual honest to gods vibrator, even in your favorite color. You wouldn't ask how he found body safe silicone on Kamino. You put it away in your bedside drawer, until you'd taken it out three days later in the late evening deciding to use it before you went to sleep. In bed you flicked it on and not five minutes later, you were interrupted with a sudden call. Tech, the ID said. You got around three sentences into the call before you realized he had called because he knew you'd turned it on; By some intricate programming or who knows what no doubt. You turned beat red and called him 'the most perverted clone on Kamino', listening to him laugh. Tech would only be inspired to make more, and soon enough, that drawer was starting to become full of all sorts of things; Some for you, for him, or for both.
鈿笍Crosshair is complicated. He rarely does-if ever-speak without thinking first, and keeps most things to himself. He was impersonal, always a step away from you both physically and emotionally. But as time passed and you slowly wormed your way in, Crosshair started to actually show how he felt about you; Instead of hiding it.
Dom/Sub: What had started as Crosshair trying to stay emotionally distant had slowly morphed into something far more than that, feeling his hand gently rake through your hair after he ties your wrists together. He'll expect no less than absolute obedience, and sometimes you'll play along; Sometimes you won't. He'll grab your jaw, turn it facing him and threaten to punish you if you don't, while you're fighting against the bonds that keep you tied down. He'll only reward you if he gets exactly, down to the letter, what he wants; And he'll settle for nothing less. Although he won't mind if you take the reins from him sometimes; But you'll have be ready to fight every centimeter. Crosshair is a brat, the most snide, disrespectful thing that you have to fight and claw to make even an inch in taming him. He doesn't say please easy, and you'll find yourself on him for what seems like hours until he finally gives in. But when you're done one of you will get a glass of water for the other and Crosshair will ruffle your hair, finally having a moment of softness since he knows he's here with just you.
Voyeurism: Crosshair's a tease. He was when you first met him, he was when you ended up becoming what you could maybe call friends-Clone Force 99 wasn't exactly good at making traditional friends-and he was after he'd kissed you in the middle of an argument. And nothing stops him; Anytime of day, anywhere, you can never predict when he'll suddenly want to make your life a whole lot harder. All you'd asked was a curious question about his rifle, and the thing was in your hands before you'd even realized. The safety was on and your finger was nowhere near the trigger, but Crosshair still stayed close. Until you realized he wasn't staying close for safety at all; Pressing his body against yours, hands on your forearms as you hold the rifle in your hands. You can feel his hips against your ass, his chest against your shoulder blades but you hold firm, pursing your lips before asking him a simple question. But Crosshair wants to make you crack, make you beg him as his gloved hands slide down your arms to your hands. And he's not going to make it easy. He grabs your hips and moves them almost grinding against him under the guise that your stance is all wrong; That if you fired the rifle you'd get toppled over. You need to get out of here; Away from the Marauder thats in the landing bay, away from the other clones in the shooting range, wherever you are. He follows you back, and while you end up scolding him for making you a mess, it's far from the last time he does it.
馃敶Wrecker is as much of a gentle giant as you would think. He's always careful, making sure he never grabs, pushes, or hugs too hard. And while as much as he tries you still sometimes get little marks on your skin, they're nothing horrible. If anything, in a way you think they're sweet; Wrecker loves you so much but he tries so much to be gentle, even if sometimes he slips up and grabs a tiny bit too hard.
Size difference: But one thing Wrecker will never get over is how small you are compared to him. That he dwarfs you in height, and in sheer size. After it was well established you didn't mind being tossed around Wrecker would often jokingly use you as a weight, grabbing you with one arm; or you'd sit on his back while he did push ups and he'd admire how you looked. Like you were on your own little island that was his back. You looked so cute, with your little hands and shoulders compared to his own. But Wrecker has a vivid memory; Of once in a fit of spontaneity you鈥檇 pulled him into a small cramped room intent to have your way with him, snickering the whole way. He followed, looking down at your hand wrapped around his fingers as you led him towards your destination. Once inside you were lightning quick to pull him downward by his chestplate and kiss him, wrapping your arms around his neck. While he hefted you up so your legs wrapped around his waist. It was spontaneous, bits of clothing and armor were out of place; As much both of you try and largely fail to be quiet. But in the cramped room your feet kept hitting the wall and banging it, ringing the metal. You both move and adjust until Wrecker suddenly grabs your ass harder and moves your legs, pulling them straight upward and effectively folding you in half; Ankles over his shoulders. You both don't last much longer after that, and afterwards Wrecker files it away in his memory to do that again, as soon as he's able.
Oral: You remembered the first time you tried it with Wrecker; It was messy and uncoordinated, but more than made up for by enthusiasm. By the time you were tired and aching you were soaked, as was the lower half of Wrecker's face. And the next day you'd found out that you were now sporting some large but light colored bruises on your ass and backs of your thighs, from where he'd grabbed and pulled you close to his face and didn't budge even a fraction while you writhed. Wrecker-having noticed your wincing as you sat down-had started to feel guilty for hurting you, vowing he'd never do it again. But with a glow on your face you told him it was fine and to please, do it again; And it was only seconds before he said yes. Wrecker never had a shot at saying no, not when you looked at him like that, and tasted so good.
鈿笍Echo during his pre-citadel days had a good bit more spunkiness, but now that he was more machine than man, he couldn't help but feel a little apprehensive about his appearance. He knew that you hugging or laying on him left marks on your skin, that his entire lower body was unforgiving, molded metal. But you'd been on him making sure you batted away those thoughts, making sure that he didn't believe them. And as a hopeful result, Echo had gained a some of that confidence back, no longer using so much self-deprecating humor or staring at his body and lamenting what once was.
Praise: But while you'd been oh so slowly sowing the seeds of confidence into Echo, he would always be weak to your kind words. He almost found it pathetic sometimes, that he could be barely distracted and you'd call him your 'good boy' and he'd be putty in your hands, chin on your shoulder as your hand drifted along his side. Echo swore you could have half the clone army if you spoke to them like that, with your fingers curled around his jaw pulling his cheek to your lips. Your lips trail closer to his own whispering 'how handsome he is' as you moved to straddle his lap, taking his bottom lip gently between your teeth. You were a devious torture; Because he'd always want more.
Power Play: Echo remembers the day you'd awoken something new in him, calling him some sort of half witted insult and teasingly pinching him. He'd told you to cut it out while trying not to smile, and with a pouting face, you'd said the words 'Sorry, Corporal.' Echo had thought about the way you'd said it-with a breathy, teasing tone-in the evening that followed. But it was only once he was going to sleep and realized that his body felt hot; That he was getting off on the idea, did he decide to ask you. The next time you were alone, your hands trailing up his chest he asked you with a nervous stutter; If he could put his armor back on. When you'd said yes, pursing your lips to try and hide a smile, Echo left and returned not too long later with his full set of gear; Kama and all. The shadows of your room against his black armor made him even darker, his hand on your head gently pushing you to your knees. The memories were a bit hazy after, but you do remember making your Commanding officer quite happy with your performance.
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neon-junkie 4 months ago
Random NSFW Bad Batch headcanons that I think about frequently
(600 words. gender-neutral reader. there is an array of kinks below, so prepare yourself for just about anything.)
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Hunter wants to be tied up, more than he wants to tie you up.
Restrain his hands behind his back, tie his bandana around his mouth, and tell him, "I'm in charge tonight, Sergeant."
Hunter.exe has stopped working.
Wrecker gets off really easily. He'll usually hump his pillow, pretending it's his small, cute, petit partner beneath him.
If you ever question why his pillows are weird and lump, he'll go, "uhhhhh........ I sleep funny," and swiftly move the conversation along.
Whilst Echo says that he prefer giving, he secretly prefers receiving. It's a form of reassurance and validation for him, something that he's constantly craving.
He'll rarely, if ever, ask you to go down on him, but every time you do, the tips of his ears turn pink, and he'll struggle to stop himself from squirming.
He loves blowjobs.
Whilst Crosshair is a dom, he loves being a sub, but only to the right person.
And I mean the right person. Seriously, you have to tick 100 different boxes in order for Crosshair to submit to you.
The first few sessions will be difficult on your end. He's so picky, bratty, hard to tame. Crosshair wants to ensure that you know exactly how to dominate him, and he'll essentially train you into dominating him.
Tech is a little porn freak.
He has folders upon folders of organised videos, pictures, hentai, erotic audio, etc.
You could be casually chatting to Tech about porn - a conversation that he's open and comfortable with - and mention some minor details about a porno that you enjoyed.
"One moment," Tech mutters before furiously tapping away on his PC, soon to pull up the exact video that you're on about. He looks so fucking smug about it, only for his smugness to turn into a scowl when you begin teasing him.
Calling Hunter Sarge makes him so weak.
You've completely ruined the name for him, and every time somebody else calls him Sarge, his mind floods with memories of you calling him it.
He once suggested that you call him something else, 'to be professional,' but nothing hits as hard as Sarge does.
Wrecker has a thing for food play.
I mean, it makes sense. His two favourite things in the world: you, and food. Why wouldn't he combine them?
It doesn't necessarily have to be having sex using food. You could be having sex whilst snacking, and that'll make him just as happy.
Echo is a big fan of JOI. (Jerk Off Instructions.)
It's his favourite porn category, and when you two become a thing, he hinted heavily at you giving him a hand. But not literally a hand. Oh, no, Echo wants you to instruct him on his he should touch himself.
Put your dominant face on, take a seat opposite him, and sweetly instruct him. Poor Echo isn't going to last long.
Crosshair is a big fan of humiliation and degrading, on both the giving end, and the receiving end.
Oh, but he'll never admit to how giddy the receiving end makes him.
You could do practically anything, and Crosshair will follow; dress him up, tease him, spank him, play with his ass, call him insult after insult, the lot.
He's obsessed with it, yet he won't admit to his deep admiration.
Tech loooooves face sitting.
He can't quite figure out why, nor how his love for it began, but he's obsessed with having his partner sit on his face. No matter what genitals you have, he wants you on top, fucking yourself, using his mouth however you want.
That is Tech's happy place.
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rainydaydream-gal18 2 months ago
How would the clones/bad batch, react if there S/O got injured but they can鈥檛 bath/wash themselves so they gotta help. Thank you. Love your work!!
Heyo! My blog is SFW, so this will just be a quick snippet without any funny business, which I take it you were aiming for anyway. Honestly, this is such a soft request 馃ズ
(Bad Batch) He Helps You Wash Up
Hunter: The Sergeant would of course offer help without question because he doesn't want you to feel anymore uncomfortable than you are with your injuries. Not to mention part of him feels guilty that you got hurt as bad as you did. Since you're injured, you settle for just using a washcloth and soap to wash yourself down rather than taking a full bath. Hunter handles you with care, gently scrubbing your back with the washcloth. He's quiet through most of it, mulling over how things could've gone differently as he lifts your hair to get the back of your neck. You'll find yourself reassuring him, and he'll lighten up a little bit.
Wrecker: Has no issue at all helping you at all. In fact, he feels bad that you got so hurt. Still, you assured him many times that it's the risk everyone in the squad takes. Wrecker would lighten the mood with some conversation or a few jokes to try and make you feel better as he gently scrubbed the difficult-to-reach spots on your back. He just wants you to know you're loved and that he'll take care of you.
Tech: He has no objections to you using a washcloth since there were some bandages that weren't supposed to get wet. Tech may not show it, but he's deeply concerned. He is methodical and thorough in the task of helping you get washed up, being that his way of coping is to help you any way he can. It gives him satisfaction to help you beyond the usual medic treatment. And you know he'll fill the silence with good conversation.
Echo: He comes to your aid without so much as a grumble, which is pretty good for him. He's quiet for a bit as he takes in the injuries while he works. You can feel his eyes focusing on the bandages and his heart sinking. Sensing where his train of thought is going, you may have to pull him out of it with conversation about other things, though at some point a reassurance wouldn't hurt.
Crosshair: He'd be beside himself if you got injured. His concern comes across as grumpiness and even anger. He might be angry at his squad or even you for putting yourself at risk. It's only heightened when he sees the extent of the wounds when running a washcloth over your back. Very quickly, though, he realizes that you need to be cared for at the moment. He puts aside his feelings and very tenderly continues the task, only uttering a few requests for you to turn your head or move your arm so he can better access other spots that needed it. By the time it's done, he's handling things a lot better. He has rewired his thinking process to help you get better.
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dexthtoyounglings a month ago
Catching the Jitterbug
Tech x Reader Fluff
Summary: Being put into the Bad Batch was something good for you, a turning point in your life. And it was certainly a crazier one when you had found feelings for the technician of the team. Was there anything that could stop you from staring at him?
Warnings: shy!reader, fluffffffff, mentions of Crosshair, the awkwardness of my brain
A/n: I write Tech really poorly, I'm very sorry. :(
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He'd almost caught you once again. As you splashed water on your face, you exhaled with a soft breath. Hunter surely felt your heart rate increase, heard the heavy exhale you had made when you first introduced yourself to the refresher after Tech had looked over at you. Hunter heard everything. Stupid stupid stupid.
You had caught yourself accidentally looking at Tech quite a bit in the past few months. It was a habit you had attempted to throw out the window, to completely remove from your life, but it never seemed to disappear. You'd never tell him that you felt this striking interest whenever you looked over in his general direction, but you did. And if anyone knew at all, it was Hunter. The stupid sergeant and his stupid little senses that made you feel insecure to be in the same room as Tech because if Tech couldn't tell that you were so infatuated in him, then Hunter could. And Tech had absolutely clueless for once in his life.
Tech was smart, smarter than many living creatures for that fact. Though he wasn't smart enough to catch the hint that everytime he caught or almost caught you staring, it wasn't because you were waiting to ask him a question. It was because everytime you looked at him, he was always so in his element. He was downright adorable while working, so focused. And when he spoke to you, he tended to ramble. Fuck it made your heart swell - he was so cute when he got into one of his lectures.
You had dreamt of being next to him, allowing yourself to cuddle into his side as he worked on whatever he was doing. He was good at working while being pushed around by the boys. It made you think about how easy it would be to slip into his arms while he tinkered with whatever project he had going on or while he was reading something on his datapad.
You finally came out of the small, clustered refresher, seeing that Tech's eyes were focused back on his datapad (like always) and Hunter's were looking at you. Wrecker and Echo were outside with training targets set up, teaching Omega how to shoot her bow. You missed the kid and her big hugs even if she was just outside.
"Everything.. alright, Y/n?" Hunter asked, leaning a bit forward from his sitting position. He knew that he knew, faker. You hummed an approving noise as you back down next to the sergeant. You wanted to punch him square in the jaw, but you put that off for another day. Hunter gave you a bit more room, pulling his legs together from when he was man-spreading.
You cleared your throat, gaining the partial attention from Tech as well, "Has Cid called us back yet?"
Hunter only shrugged, "No, said she'll have a mission soon."
The silence clouded the room once again. They really didn't do that much when there was no repairs, this had been the first time in forever that the ship had been cleared for being okay. We'd all almost thought it was one of Tech's dry jokes, that's how much of a tendency we had for repairs. And it absolutely sucked to have nothing to do all day. You should've offered to help train Omega. Or just went back to bed when the Marauder landed on Ord Mantell. Those were both better alternatives than sitting in silence with a man you had a crush on and the only man that knew. Crosshair knew too. But you didn't like talking, or even thinking, about Crosshair.
You made a popping noise with your lips to clear the whole "awkward silence" thing, "I think I'm gonna visit her for a little and get a drink, I miss her attitude."
"That's a first," Tech muttered. As you stood up, you realized he was also on his feet. You didn't want to ask what he was doing, he could stand whenever he wanted to, it was just a coincidence that he also stood up when you had.
"Would you mind if I joined you?"
You looked at him with something between shock and nervousness. You hadn't been so nervous with anyone in your life before you had met the nerdy Tech, was this what a genuine crush felt like? You nodded frantically, realizing you'd stood there for a second too long just looking at him. You didn't that a lot, it became a sort of habit that everyone got used to.
"Sorry, I just.. zoned out I guess," you apologized, leaving your helmet on the table you were sitting at and starting your way down the gangplank.
Tech seemed to follow after you quickly, attempting to catch up. It wasn't odd for him to do that, he most likely had something on his mind that he wanted to share. And you were all there for it. You looked over at him, taking in his features - handsome with these soft caramel eyes, hidden by his goggles. You wanted to take them off for once, just to see what they actually looked like without the lens and all. They didn't seem to come off ever, though Crosshair used to always- never mind.
You thought of what the say to him, fuck you were staring again. Say something. What's new, Boo? No, that's too much for anyone of the boys to hear. Whaddup Tech! No, he's weird with your "civvi words."
Tech looked down at you with a soft expression. "Hello," he replied. He met your gaze for longer than you would have liked and you looked away again, face darkening. "Is there something you have to say?"
"I-uh no, I just thought I'd say hi since you're, y'know, walking next to me and all."
Gah! You felt your heart rate go through the roof. Why was he so intimidating? Well, he wasn't intimidating but he was Tech and Tech made you nervous and-
He pressed the back of his hand to your forehead, "Your forehead is steaming, Y/n, are you feeling unwell? Maybe we shouldn't visit Cid, it would be ideal that you get some rest."
He stopped, making you also stop as well. He was peering down at you now, hunched over to force eye contact. "If you would like, I have been researching a few home remedies in case a situation like such were to occur with your body."
"No, I'm fine Tech, I just need a drink is all," you spoke, looking back to the path in front of you. You started to walk away, but Tech grabbed your arm, pulling you back into a stumble and putting both of his hands on your shoulders. It kept you in place, letting him look down at you with knitted brows.
"I think that drinking will be the last thing that you do. I will not let you drink under your condition," you heard a slight waver in his voice as he lectured you. Tech? Worried? No, that didn't happen, and on the off chance it did, he had enough confidence in himself to distribute to the entirety of the clone army (they obviously don't need anymore though).
"Tech, I'm not sick. You never pestered Wrecker like this when he was sick."
Tech pushed his goggles further into the bridge of his nose, "Well, Wrecker usually sleeps off his illness fairly quick. You, on the other hand, are small and do not sleep as deeply as Wrecker sleeps."
You tilted your head, nose slightly scrunched as you glared up at him. You were slightly annoyed, not even hot in the face anymore. You forgot that Tech's hands were still on you, letting up from how tense they once were. "What about when Echo caught that bug from Nal Hutta?"
Tech cleared his throat, staring at me while he shuffled through answers to that question in his head. He had an answer to everything, but this - maybe not. Nal Hutta was a disgusting place that you never wanted to visit again, infested with disease and gunk everywhere. It was no surprise Echo got sick. He was upset the whole time and Tech cared about him physically of course but never ordered him to bedrest unless it was to keep him at a healthy amount of sleep.
"Simply because I knew he would be alright. I monitored his temperature, electrolyte intake and I made sure that he was eating exactly the right amount. Did I not?" Tech was always in matter-of-fact mode, so much so that you had almost thought maybe he won this small feud between you two. Being able to use such big words with certainty of what they meant, he could say the most random nonsense and you would have absolutely no clue if it was correct or not. You always assumed it was 100%, he was never wrong.
"You never ordered him to bedrest, you never made him a home remedy."
Tech stopped, his brain was working overtime - how would he get himself out of this? You stared up at him with a competitive glint in your eye, the one you had on the battlefield, always pushing back at him; he was the brains but you were the "brawn". You always had a comeback up your sleeve, you always knew what to say in an emotional aspect. He envied that in a way, wanting to know what it was like to follow your heart, not a logical conclusion set up by a droid - or better yet, the excellence of Tech's brain.
He choked up slightly and you placed both of your hands on his wrists as he let them fall from your shoulders. Maker, you were so soft.
Your face was on fire. Was the temperature rising? If it was, Tech didn't say anything. Gosh this was the worst you had ever been. Now that you were touching him, interacting with him without a wire or tool in your hand. You didn't remember the last time you had been alone with the man if it wasn't for work purposes. If there ever was a time.
"What's going on in that head of yours?" you asked, looking up at him with endearing eyes. His heart wretched at your face, wanting to just... he wanted to touch you. To hold you in his arms. Why did he feel hot all over? Was he also sick?
"I think that the sickness you are having, I have also contracted," he stated. He hoped you had understood. If it really was a sickness, then you could both go back to the ship and bunker down. That would be a simple explanation that would make this situation easy to diffuse. But if it was... something more, he didn't know how to tell you that in words. If he had to though, there was always to trying.
You smiled, shaking your head, "Tech, I don't have a sickness." As soon as you finished your sentence, your smile faded. Wait, he just said-
"Then, if my data is showing functionality, I do indeed harbor feelings for you."
You stared up at him, your lips parted. Your heart felt like it would beat out of your chest, into your throat and spit out of your mouth. Tech? Liked you? You thought you were absolutely out of his league. He never even seemed like he took interest in love, or even people in general. He always put his research and beloved datapad first that it almost escaped you that Tech could have secrets that he never shared, such as being interested in you.
"Tech, I-," you paused, swallowing and looking away from him. Your skin itched like you didn't belong in it, "I like you too."
It was like waiting for fireworks to go off, the anticipation scary. That's what he meant, right? Maker, he looked so adorable at that moment, face tinted pink, his fingers fiddling with something on his utility belt. Such as he had with his own hands earlier, you forgot you were touching him. Your hands no longer kept his wrists still, just flowed with the movement of his hands.
"May I... kiss you?" he asked, his hands already reaching up towards your face. You smiled, guiding his hands up to cup your cheeks. You then lowered your own, pressing them against his chest plate. He leaned down, pressing his lips against yours.
You never expected them to be so soft. Maker, you were lucky that he liked you out of so many sentient beings in the universe - you could kiss him for hours, days, weeks, years. You could have stood there and wasted the daylight away while kissing and never regretted a thing. When he pulled away, he kept his face only inches from yours. His forehead was softly laying on your own, goggles nudging at your brows but you didn't have a care in the world for that. You had just released so much weight off your shoulders from a simple kiss. You felt so alive, and free.
"You are certainly a perfect specimen," he stated, looking into your eyes with a crooked smile. Maybe that wasn't true if he wanted to try running experiments. Though, his statement didn't seem like a hypothesis, it seemed like a resolution.
"And you are the biggest nerd I have ever met. I love it more than I have ever loved anything."
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