#tech/reader

[moodymisty]

hey! Just wanted to say I really enjoy reading your works! I’ve joined tumblr to put in a request, hope I’m doing this right lol. I was wondering if you’d have any headcanons for tech x female jedi general reader? It’s purely self indulgent for my self insert oc, lmao. But I’d love to hear what your thoughts are on how tech would be in a relationship with a general. Thanks so much!

[ 𝕸𝖔𝖔𝖉𝖞𝕸𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖞'𝖘 𝕸𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙 | 𝕬𝖔3 ]

Author's Note: You're doing just fine, and welcome to tumblr! It's a mess but it's ours. I love self indulgent OC's so hopefully these little HCs of mine (and a little drabble because it was cute) will tickle your fancy.

Relationships: Tech/Gn!Jedi General!Reader (it just so happened I wrote it without any specific pronouns used)

Warnings: None, unless you consider clone/jedi relationships something to warn about?

Tech would at first, probably be a little bit at odds with a Jedi; Not in a hostile way, but his very '1+1=2, logic is superior' sort of brain competes with someone who trusts in something so vague as the Force. He doesn't enjoy the lack of concrete answers when it comes to the Jedi.

It's an even more prevalent if you're the 99's official Jedi general.

Tech and the Batch are already grappling with the feelings of finally being shackled with a Jedi, after having avoided it for so long. They didn't feel like a Jedi would fit in their squad, no matter how you might be. It's not the easiest hurdle to jump for sure, especially with Tech.

He's cold at first; You can tell he's displeased by your presence, but is attempting to be amicable. It's when you try your best to mold into their group rather than change them, when Tech ends up realizing that maybe this wasn't as bad as he thought.

You both find a common ground, and Tech even comes to enjoy the more historical side of Jedi teachings, even if he doesn't really get all of it.

He often times finds himself tinkering in the same area you're meditating in; He finds it relaxing in a way he can't explain. He makes sure to be quiet and not disturb you.

But it's actually Tech that's the one to make a move in upgrading your relationship, surprisingly enough- once he realizes his own feelings for you go far beyond how his brothers think of you.

He's extremely blunt; He enjoys spending time with you and would like more, but he knows that clones aren't exactly the pick of the litter. You vehemently reassure him that you'd love nothing more. It's not as if he's the only one who's feelings had been morphing over time, as you'd very much grown to enjoy being around him.

I think that Tech would be the least likely, besides Wrecker, to treat you being a Jedi as a 'big deal' in a relationship. Hunter and Echo would probably hesitate due to a fear of chain of command issues and Echo being used to Jedi more, while Crosshair has a sort attitude towards everyone including Jedi. Tech knows that the Kaminoans cannot find out, but beyond that, you being a Jedi is nothing intimidating to him.

If you ever gave him permission, he would love to tinker with your lightsaber(s). Acts of service are Tech's way of showing he likes someone, and to improve something that means so much to you would make Tech extremely happy. He also would love to see the inner-workings of something so integral to the Jedi order. Lightsabers aren't exactly something you get to mess with every day.

Has a spare robe of yours he wears uses as a blanket sometimes. He got yanked at the collar by Hunter once, when he was wearing it and almost left their barracks without realizing.

You can hear out far to your left, outside the shell of the Marauder, that someone is working on one of the LA-AT's with a high powered drill. Someone else is pulling a fuel hose across the hanger, as it drags across the ground with a consistent, sliding noise. Somewhere else is the yelling of a captain disciplining his troopers. It all fades to the background relatively quickly. The metal of the Marauder is cool beneath you, piercing the rough fabric of your robes.

There isn't much room in here to meditate, especially without any interruption, but the Batch and you have come to a sort of solution. There may not be much space between the cockpit seats, but it's enough, and you can seal the door if you need an extra bit of quiet.

It works. If anything, you've come to enjoy it. There's a familiarity about it. In the way that the Jedi temple has a comfortable feeling of home, as does the Marauder.

-CLANK-

Something small and metal hits the ground; A screw, you think. Judging by the way it bounces a few times before it starts to roll across the floor. You pay it no mind, palms shifting ever so slightly as they rest on your thighs. The sudden sound took you out of your meditation for a moment and the noises outside the ship came flooding back into focus, but soon enough you manage to slowly push them out again. Back to a state of peace, each sound being filtered and muffled as if dunked in water as you once again fade away into-

-BANG-

"Tech..."

You open one eye, looking up to your left and watching him look over the arm of his seat trying to spot where his tool went.

"Apologies."

It hit your foot, and so you open both eyes and grab it- with a grunt getting up from your cross legged position and handing it to him. Once you do, both of your hands rest on the arm of the seat to support yourself.

"Don't worry about it. I'm not going to get anywhere with this noise anyways." His eyebrows raise behind his goggles and with both hands gripping his current project, he makes a motion as if going to get up from his seat.

"I could do my work elsewhere, if you require complete sile-" You quickly lean in to give him a kiss on the cheek, close enough that your lips brush against the corner of his mouth.

"It's not you. The noise in the hanger keeps throwing me off." Tech looks out the side viewport to see a groups of clones working on various starships, and he notes how loud the sounds actually are. He's just gotten used to it, he guesses. He's slept in far louder places.

"I like having you here when I meditate, actually." You see the way his eyes light up a bit, both from the loving nature of what you'd said, and the curiosity of wanting to know why.

"It's nice knowing you're here. And ok." You reach up and adjust the light on the side of his goggles so it isn't pointing upwards. Tech doesn't seem to even notice that you doing so.

"Nothing is going to happen on a Republic base," He says, before taking note of the way you roll your eyes at him.

"I know, I just like the feeling." You squeeze his hand that's holding his screwdriver, and while he can't hold yours back, you note the way his eyes watch the gesture keenly.

"Once I finish this, I can promise you complete silence." You smile before he kisses you on the lips, feeling the way you gently sigh against them.

"Take your time. I'm just going to watch."

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[crocuta-corvax]

FULL SPICY IMAGE UNDER READ MORE (MINORS DNI / 18PLUS) Flustered Tech is fun, because when Tech gets flustered he's like putty in your hands. He's whimpering under your touch for more while making heavenly sounds. Just the way his back arches on your lap makes you want to send him over the edge right then and there, but you want to tease him a little longer, if only just to hear more of those wonderful sounds he makes. ------- Hope yall enjoy the subby Tech under the cut <3 tagging @moodymisty because I think you might enjoy this :3 I'm thinking Hunter next~

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[kaminocasey]

Only You Part 2

Summary: The wedding!

Pairing: Tech x Reader

Word Count: 3.1K

Warnings: 18+, Minors DNI.

A/N: Here is the wedding scene! I'm sorry if it's not accurate. I really did try my best into researching how star wars weddings went.

Part One ︱Part Two

You can find it on AO3 Here!

TAGS: @espuma-y-arrecife

You hadn’t been stressed during the three months of planning. You were, however, nervous now… thirty minutes before the wedding. What if Tech decided he didn’t want to be married to you? What if he decided he didn’t enjoy sharing a space with you? What if he got bored with you?

You were being ridiculous and you knew it. You look over your long sleeved, silk white dress, smoothing it down. You walk to your dresser to grab your earrings.

“I can feel your anxiety from across the house. Are you okay?” Hunter asks in your bedroom doorway. “If it’s about how you look… you look great!”

You chuckle. “I’m sorry. Thank you.”

“So are you going to tell me what’s up?” He asks, leaning on the dresser by the door.

You sigh. “What if he decides he doesn’t want to be married to me after like a week? What if he gets bored with me?”

He laughs. “As if that’s possible. Did you know when we go on our jobs or missions, he doesn’t shut up about you. That man loves you so much.”

“He’s right.” Echo appears in the doorway. “I don’t think it’s possible for another person to love another person like Tech loves you.”

You clip your earrings onto your lobes, trying to get rid of the anxiety out of your body.

Omega squeezes in between the two men looking up at you. “You look amazing!”

You kiss her on the head. “Thank you, sweetheart. I don’t know how you turned out so sweet being raised by these hooligans.”

“That’s Sergeant Hooligan to you.” Hunter teases.

Omega laughs, Echo smiles, and you try not to throw up.

“Breathe.” Hunter grips your shoulders lightly, still sensing your anxiety, so you’re looking at him. “It’s going to be great.”

You look out your window at the backyard decorated with lights and flowers and ten to fifteen chairs for guests. The boys worked hard to make it look nice for you and you were super proud of them and how well they did. You were into the simple decor so you didn’t need anything fancy.

You see people arriving. Cid, Rex, Gregor, a few people that Cid probably invited. You had invited a couple of your friends from work. And that was it. Rex was going to be doing the ceremony. Omega was your matron of honor. Wrecker was your flower man. Echo was Tech’s best man. Hunter was going to be walking you out. And Cid was bartending. It should be an easy night. Right?

You hear the music start thirty minutes later, on the dot. It’s time. You’re about to marry the love of your life. The one true person who has made the light in your life so bright again. So bright that you didn’t even know you were living in such darkness before.

Omega walks out when she’s supposed to and she looks so adorable in her lavender dress that she picked out all on her own. The kid had style for sure. Then, Wrecker walks out with his pockets full of flowers, throwing them everywhere. It’s a good thing they were biodegradable because there’s no way you’d be able to pick up every single one out of your yard. Next, it was your turn.

“Are you ready to marry the love of your life?” Hunter asks, offering his arm.

You nod, grinning. “I am.”

“You really do look great.” He pats your hand when you take his arm.

“Thank you. For everything.” You look up at him.

“I should be thanking you for all that you’ve done for our family.” He tells you.

You start walking out. Everyone is standing, looking at you. You see your future husband, grinning so widely at you. You see him mouth the word “Wow.” and you blush. You’re so in love with this man and you can see just how in love with you he was. Right then in that moment, any hint of worry went right away. You knew he’d love you always.

Hunter walks you to Tech and he looks like he wants to reach out to you but Rex holds him back and everyone chuckles. Tech smiles, sheepishly and you can’t help but melt just at the sight of him in his tux. He looks so handsome that you, yourself, have a hard time not reaching out and kissing him.

Rex begins. “Welcome to this day of celebration, it's great to have all of you here to witness the union of Tech and y/n as partners before the Galaxy. Together, we will share in the joys of their wedding, both with the outward celebration of this occasion and with an internal appreciation for the love that surrounds us.”

“You look absolutely ethereal, cyar’ika.” Tech whispers.

Rex clears his throat, teasingly.

“Sorry, cap.” Tech chuckles.

You can’t help but laugh. You truly cannot wait to be married to this man. You wanted your new lives to start immediately.

“Like I was saying, Tech and y/n, you two have the opportunity to build an amazing life together. You are blessed to share this experience with the loved ones gathered here to support you as you embark on this journey together. May you all remember and cherish this ceremony, for on this day, with love, we will forever bind Tech and y/n together.” Rex continues. “Who gives away this bride today?”

“I do, Captain.” Hunter tells him, kissing you on the cheek, then letting go of you so you can join hands with Tech.

Tech squeezes your hands and you grin widely at him. Look how amazing he looks in his tux. You can’t wait to see that bunched up on the floor later. You throw him a wink and he glances at your lips, knowing your thoughts right then and there.

“If there is anyone in attendance who has cause to believe that this couple should not be joined in marriage, you may speak now or forever hold your peace.” Rex holds for a pause and just as he’s about to speak again, you hear a clearing of a throat.

Confused, you all turn and look to see a tall, slender, silver haired man leaning on the railing of the steps on your deck, walking toward you.

“Brothers, I can’t believe you didn’t invite me today.” The man says.

“Crosshair.” Hunter stands straighter, pushing you to Rex who pulls you behind him.

You look at Tech in confusion. “That’s Crosshair?”

Omega is peering around Hunter so you pull her to you, even though you know she’d probably do a better job at protecting you than you protecting her. She was fearless. She’s been watching Hunter too much.

“Sorry to interrupt. I was just offended that I didn't get an invite.” Crosshair sits down in an empty chair, smirking.

“Something tells me you’re not just here for the wedding.” Echo pipes in.

“On the contrary. I can put aside our differences so I can see my vod get married to this… beautiful woman.” Crosshair winks at you.

“That’s all it better be.” Hunter threatens him.

“I even brought a wedding gift.” Crosshair motions for you to continue. “And I left all my weapons on the ship and came alone.”

He’s definitely set everyone on edge. Everyone looks between Hunter and Crosshair.

“Let’s continue, then.” Rex says, not taking his eyes off of Crosshair.

That’s when you notice Rex has a pistol in the back of his pants. And then you notice Hunter has his knives attached to his belt. Then you realize you’ll never have a normal boring life. That should scare you, but it doesn’t. Not when you know this group of people will always be around to help you… To protect you.

Rex continues the ceremony and you zone out, lost in Tech’s eyes, fixing his goggles for him, earning a few chuckles.

“Tech and y/n, I now invite you to publicly speak your commitment to your partner.” Rex tells you. “Tech, would you like to begin?”

When Tech starts speaking, you notice Rex watching Crosshair. Then you look back to Tech and you can see the love practically radiating off of him. Who knew your handsome genius was such a softy. Crosshair is instantly forgotten.

“Y/n, today I take you to be my riduur; I join my life with yours. I promise to love and to honor you; to treasure you and to respect you; to walk with you side-by-side in joy and sorrow. I vow to be honest, caring, and truthful; to love you as you are. I give you my hand, my heart, and my love, from this day forward.” He tells you with a shaky voice, like he may cry.

“Oh, Tech.” You murmur softly, squeezing his hands.

“Y/n, it's your turn.” Rex tells you, smiling.

“Tech, today I take you to be my riduur; I join my life with yours. I promise to love and to honor you; to treasure you and to respect you; to walk with you side-by-side in joy and sorrow. I vow to be honest, caring, and truthful; to love you as you are. I give you my hand, my heart, and my love, from this day forward.” You tell him, tears in your eyes.

You hear Wrecker, weeping loudly, almost comically. You and Tech chuckle quietly.

“Tech, do you take y/n to live together in the union of marriage? To take her as your best friend and riduur in life? To honor, cherish, and love her, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, for all of your days?” Rex asks him.

“I do.” Tech eagerly replies.

Your heart soars at those words.

“Y/n, do you take Tech to live together in the union of marriage? To take him as your best friend and partner in life? To honor, cherish, and love him, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, for all of your days?” Rex asks you.

“Absolutely I do.” You respond and then whisper.

Next, you exchange rings. Echo hands Tech your wedding band and Omega hands you Tech’s. Slipping them on each other’s fingers is one of the best feelings. It meant that you were about to be officially married.

Rex addresses everyone “Family and friends, by the power vested in me by the Old Republic and by the Rebellion, I am pleased to pronounce Tech and y/n as riduurs, sealed together today both in law and in love. Tech, you may now kiss the bride.”

“Finally.” Tech pulls you into his arms, gently, but kisses you with new meaning, and more love than ever before, causing everyone to clap.

He rests his forehead against yours and then you hear a condescending clap. You look and see Crosshair get up and start walking toward you. Rex reaches behind his back.

“Easy, Captain.” Crosshair smirks.

Tech pulls you behind him, protectively and even though it probably shouldn’t, it turns you on. You squeeze his hand, reassuringly.

“Congratulations, Vod.” Crosshair tells Tech and then looks at you. “Welcome to the family.”

Crosshair looks around, and you swear you see a hint of sadness in his eyes. He rolls his eyes and starts to leave.

“Crosshair…” Hunter calls out.

Crosshair stops but doesn’t turn around.

“It’s not too late to come home.” Hunter tells him.

Crosshair snorts. “You call this a home?”

He walks away around the side of the house and it’s like everyone finally breathes. You can’t help but feel a little bad for the silver haired clone. Tech had explained that he believed that Crosshair still had his inhibitor chip in. Maybe one day he will come around and things can go back to normal for the brothers.

“OKAY EVERYONE MAKE SURE TO DRINK A LOT SINCE CID IS PAYING.” Wrecker shouts at the beginning of the reception.

Hunter and Echo leave for a bit to check out the area and make sure it’s safe and that Crosshair was telling the truth that he came alone. When they come back and let you know it’s safe, the party really starts.

“Could I have this dance?” Tech asks you after a while of mingling, holding out his hand for you to take it once a slower song plays.

All of the chairs have been moved to the tables on the sides so that there’s room to dance. You take Tech’s hand and he pulls you close to him, swaying with the music.

“You look so beautiful, cyar’ika. I was absolutely, and still am, breathless when you walked out.” Tech tells you, kissing you softly.

“You’re looking pretty good yourself.” You murmur, kissing him on the cheek.

“But, I have to say…” Tech leans into your ear. “I can’t wait to get you out of that dress later, my perfect riduur.”

You accidentally let out a small and quiet moan then purr into his ear. “Why wait until later when the house is empty now?”

He moans, low in your ear, pulling you against him so that you feel his hard length through his pants.

“I’ll meet you upstairs in our room. Five minutes.” Tech whispers.

“Mm. Our room.” You sigh. “I love that.”

He kisses you once more and you sneak away upstairs to wait for your husband. Your riduur. You would never get tired of saying that. You quickly draw the blinds closed, cracking them only slightly so some light from the backyard might still shine in.

Five minutes exactly passes by and Tech rushes in through the bedroom door, locks it, and pulls you into his arms, kissing you passionately, sending a tingling sensation right to your very core.

“So perfect.” He kisses your neck.

“I love you.” You gasp when he bites your neck.

“I love you.” He hums against your ear, nipping at your earlobe.

He pushes you back on the bed, smirking over you, undoing his belt. You immediately become wet.

“Look at you on our bed… waiting for me like a good girl. So patient. So beautiful.” He teases you.

You moan, rubbing your legs together for some friction. “Tech. I need you.”

“Oh, darling. Just look at you. So needy for her riduur.” Tech tuts, kneeling down in front of you. “I’ve been thinking about eating your pussy in this dress all afternoon.”

You’re a moaning mess already, begging for your new husband.

“What do you say?” He asks.

“Please.” You whimper.

He hikes your dress up and moans at the sight of your white lingerie matching your white dress.

“Is this for me, cyare?” He teases your slit over the panties.

“Yes.” You gasp, trying to grind against his hand.

“Thank you.” He tells you and starts to kiss your thighs, licking a stripe up your slit through the underwear.

You’re a moaning speechless mess.

Tech finally pulls your panties aside and dives into your wet core, and you grab his curls with both hands, making him moan. He loved when you pulled his hair.

“Tell me who this pussy belongs to, cyar’ika.” He hums.

“Y-you.” You gasp.

He pulls away and you whimper at the loss of feeling. “I’m sorry?”

You search your thoughts, trying to figure out what he wants to hear. Your lust filled brain is working overtime trying to come up with even a single word.

“Who am I, darling?” He tries to help you.

“Oh.” You figure it out. “My pussy belongs to my riduur.”

“That’s right.” He begins sucking on your clit, adding a finger into your wet warmth. “So good for me. Such a smart girl.”

“Tech?” You ask, starting to pull him up to look at you.

“Yes, my love?” He looks up at you, looking blissfully happy.

“Really need your cock in me… please.” You beg. “Wanna come on my riduur’s cock.”

“How could I possibly say no to that?” He stands up, sheds his pants and then his suit jacket and shirt. “But the dress stays on.”

He hikes your dress up a little more and teases your entrance with his cock before sliding it in. Both of you moan loudly, unable to keep it in. Tech starts thrusting into you, sensually and slowly. He had this way of always knowing exactly what you needed.

You can’t believe that this is the man who you get to spend the rest of your life with. The rest of your life, fucking. Maker, you’re lucky.

He comes up on his knees, pushing your knees back almost to your chest so that he can hit that spot inside of you that you love so much. It works immediately. You feel your orgasm build up with so much tension that when it snaps, you start moaning Tech’s name so loud that he has to muffle your mouth with his hand.

“Oh, how I can’t believe I get to hear these sounds for the rest of my life.” He groans, happily.

You’re a shaking mess and he lets up slightly. You’re not about to not let him fill you up on your wedding night. You want this night to be absolutely memorable. You want to feel him on you in the morning.

You suddenly know exactly what will send him over the edge.

“Maker, I love you so much.” You purr in his ear. “Think about it. Next time we go out, and some poor sap hits on me, I can flash my ring and let them know I’m happily taken. You get to come home to this every time you return home to me, knowing what’s waiting for you. And only you.”

He’s close. You can feel him starting to pulse inside of you.

“Come for me, riduur.” You beg him. “Please.”

That’s what does it. He comes immediately, doing exactly as you have begged him to do, wanting only to please his new bride.

“Maker, I do love the sound of that.” He pants.

“Well, I love you.” You tell him, kissing his temple.

He leans in and kisses you so gently, so lovingly. “I love you too. My riduur.”

Later that night, when everyone has gone home and the other boys and Omega are asleep throughout the house, you lay there while your new husband sleeps, thinking about all the possibilities of your future. You can’t wait to start a family with him. You can’t wait to stay up late reading books together, talking about all the new information you’ve learned. Telling him about your day. Hearing about his missions. While you know the line of work they’re in is dangerous, you know that he’ll always do what’s best for his family. You know that no matter what, he’s going to come home to you. His riduur.

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[detroitbydark]

Crossed Connections: Part 7

Pairing: Tech x Togruta!Reader, Wrecker/OC

Characters: The Bad Batch, Ik'aad (Reader)

Warnings: None

Summary: Someone’s in for a bigger surprise than expected

A/N: So this was supposed to be the basorexia prompt and I failed. I'll be giving that one a shot again in the not so distant future. Also, would y'all like these two to finally heat things up a bit? I know I would. 

Previous Parts and Extended Universe can be found here

It's been too long and I've got to apologize. It's been a lot adjusting to the new base but I feel like I'm finally getting my footing. I've taken your advice. I've been working on making friends. I feel like it's going well for the most part. Some are a little standoffish but it's nothing I can't overcome, right?

In other news, I did a thing. I think you'll be surprised! You like surprises right? So....anyway...I passed my FAS test!. You know how hard I’ve been studying? Honestly, I was scared. I really could have used a study buddy but this really nice guy I know gave me some extra study materials and they were perfect. Now all I have to do is brush up at the range and I'm good to go! Can you believe that? It's like a dream!

While I'm on the subject of dreams... I've been thinking about you. Well, you and me. Us? I guess what I'm trying to say is I think I deserve a reward for all my hardwork and I really want to see you. Please? Pretty please?

I know I won't have leave for a while but my new roommate has a holoprojector and maybe we could just do that? I don't want to push but I've been so patient and...

You know what? Nevermind. I don't want to push. Just write back soon, ok?

Yours,

Grutababy.

-------

It’s hard to look at her sometimes Tech thinks as he, again, reads her latest message spread through his visor. It's a rambling note that makes his heart squeeze tight and his eyes dart to his left guiltily after each line. Now that he knows her he can hear her voice, how she emphasized certain words, how her smile dazzled when she turned in on him full force.

Yeah, it's hard to look at her when she does that.

It's even harder not too when she's sitting just feet from him, ribbing at Crosshair who is attempting and failing to hide his amusement.

“So exactly how far away would I have to get before you couldn’t peg me with this fork?” She asks holding up the utensil.

Wrecker chokes out a laugh, “Please, Ik’aad. Don’t ever say that again.”

“Say what?” Her brows knit together in soft confusion.

I want to see you. Please?

“Shut up, Wrecker.” The sniper growls as he himself bites off a laugh. Ik’aad shoots a worried look between the pair, pulling her lower lip between her teeth and worrying it in a way Tech finds incredibly distracting.

“Don’t act like you weren’t thinking-“

I've been thinking about you

“Could one of you explain what’s so funny?” She asks, exacerbation creeping into her voice as she sets her mug down. Caf sloshes against the sides of it.

“It’s nothing Ik’aad” Crosshair tries to sooth her. He’s shit at it. Regardless she bites back a shy smile.

Tech wonders when their sniper had started thawing to the medic. He’d watched the other day as he’d walked a few steps behind her from the mess back to the med bay with Echo. He’d seen the sharp looks he’d given to the few Regs who’d given their little medic appreciative looks and how his hand had hovered over his blaster in threat. Tech wondered how much of it had to do with the his request to tag his mystery woman a week prior.

“How did your test go?” Crosshair asks changing the topic with a practiced nonchalance.

I passed my FAS test! I think I deserve a reward. You know how hard I’ve been studying!

Any residual confusion falls away and her face lights up. She's radiant and Tech has to bite his tongue from telling her as much.

“Passed with flying colors.” Her chest puffs with pride as his vode make a big show of it. Hunter gives her a soft congratulations.

Crosshair pats her back and mentions something about letting her get her hands on Sweetie.

Wrecker wraps a meaty arm around her shoulders and pulls her tight. The tiny Togruta leans into his embrace happily. Than they all look at Tech, his vode with knowing looks and Y/N with a bright smile.

Some are a little standoffish but it's nothing I can't overcome, right?

He hates it when she does that. Well- hate isn’t exactly the correct word. He would pay his entire monthly stipend to get lost in those pale blues. Like a cloudless sky on Yavin-4 they’re bright and hopeful and- they’re everything .

And he is still just Tech.

Why did who he was bother him? He hasn't felt like this since Kamino, not since he'd found his vode and his place in the world. Maybe with Ik'aad he didn't know where he fit. With his brothers he knew where he stood. He had purpose. He was the problem solver, the one that thought outside the box to make sure the mission was a success. Ik'aad wasn't a mission. He didn't need to fix her. She was perfect just the way she was and-

“Tech gave me the study guide.” She explains not looking away from him. He'd gotten too caught up in his own thoughts. He flips his visor up. It would be rude not too and he can see Hunter giving him a look. He swallows his nerves and offers a half smile she’ll never see through his helmet.

“It was nothing.” He brushes it off.

I really could have used a study buddy but this really nice guy I know gave me some extra study materials and they were perfect.

All eyes are on him. Wrecker leans forward like he’s waiting for the younger clone to say something else, anything.

“Congratulations.”

He watches her wait  for a few beats. She wants him to say something more and he lets her down by flipping his visor down and turning back to the letter she'd sent him.

Like a coward.

He’ll lay in his rack later, when everyone else is asleep and replay this. He’ll rewrite the script and this time he’ll be smooth and say the right things. Be the right guy. He won't make the mistake a second time. Next time he will seize the day..

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Hey Sweetheart. Let me start by saying how proud of you I am. I knew you could do it. You're ability to adapt and thrive has always amazed me. You're truly so much more than meets the eye. I've put much thought into your proposition. I also have access to a holoprojector and I would love to see you too. There's so many things I need to tell you. There are things you need to know about me. I look forward to hearing from you with bated breath.

Sincerely,

Tech-vod

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#crossed connections #the bad batch #Tech/Reader #TCW #Tech x Reader

[moodymisty]

Hi. I love your fanfic's, especially Star Wars. ♥️ Can you write something with Tech with the prompt: "Forgive my unkindness, but you are very pleasant to look at." Where Tech sees the reader who just got out of the bath in her room in just her panties, singing a dance song. She sees him and maybe this could end in a make out session? xoxo

Author's Note: Aww thank you, I'm glad you enjoy my stuff! It's been awhile since I've written for Tech, so let's give this a shot, I hope this is close enough to your prompt :3

Summary: Tech accidentally walks in on you putting on a show for one in the refresher, and decides to stay for a minute.

Relationships: Tech/Fem!Reader

Warnings: Lewd but not full NSFW, Making out, Tech is a suave nerd,

Word Count: 1261

It's a miracle in the first place that Tech managed to get the hot water working for the Marauder's refresher again, considering circumstances. He has so many repairs to work on at any one time and with hot water not being necessary for life, the lot of you have been used to bathing in frigid water for a decent bit now.

Getting another mechanic in GAR to fix it would be completely fruitless; For the previous reason, as well as that GAR's rare amount of mechanics are always either off base or trying to solving any myriad of other technical issues. Many of them wouldn't even look at a submitted request like that unless they were bored and just off lunch break.

Needless to say you're eager to get use out of it, having dipped into the refresher once the Batch all left for some mandatory training drills. They don't need them, but it's entertainment you guess, as well as the fact that GAR considers them mandatory for every clone.

It's not as if you don't trust them to be in the ship while you shower, it's more so that bathing is your one time to really relax and unwind; So you're eager to do so without various clanking and shouting in the background.

Your datapad on the tiny counter plays some random music you've collected over the years, the words just barely audible above the noise of the water spraying onto your body and the metal walls of the shower stall. You'd love to use your much larger shower at home, but you're stuck with this for the time being. It could be worse, all things considered. With no one around there's no concerns about anyone hearing your enthusiastic singing, belting along to lyrics and mumbling the words you can't remember fast enough. It's fun; You really needed this after all of the high-wire stress that's been going on.

With your hair finally clean however there isn't much reason to remain in the shower any longer lest you waste water, so you turn it off and step out. You had set out some fresh clothes to change into before getting in, grabbing a towel and drying off before slipping on your top and underwear. Your hair is still slopping wet even after giving it a quick tussle with the towel, and you elect to let it air dry while you work on drying off your legs.

The entire time you sing along to the next song that pops on, distracted by the much more easily heard music now that the water is turned off. You shuffle along with the music the best you can while trying not to slip,

It's at this point you realize you hadn't locked the door, as it slides open while you're half bent over. The music is still playing as Tech looks up from the datapad in his hands, realizing you're barely clothed; Hair still dripping water. Judging by the quiet he's the only one back from drills. He doesn't say anything for a moment, lips closed but eyebrows raised in the slightest hint of surprise.

Standing back upright you lean your hip into the small counter, looking up at Tech standing in the doorway.

"Need something?"

Tech is tall enough to the point that his head is almost brushing against the top of the door at his full height, though it's not as if the Marauder's core shell was designed with premium comfort and stretching room in mind. He pushes up the left side of his goggles with his hand before finally speaking up. Your foot is still tapping to the beat as he does.

"Forgive my leering, but you are very pleasant to look at. I, hadn't expected to find you here."

You'd perhaps be a bit more miffed about him walking in, if he wasn't so fucking cute.

Taking a step to fully enter the refresher he still holds his datapad in his right hand, while the left reaches up and cups gently around your jaw. You can feel the rough fabric of his glove against your skin, thumb gently brushing against your cheek. Your eyes gently close in anticipation of what's to come. Tilting your head upward he quickly leans in to press his lips against yours, googles pressing awkwardly into your skin. You don't mind, but Tech uses his other hand to push them onto his forehead anyways; Just to make things easier.

It allows you to kiss him even more deeply, arms wrapping around his shoulders- fingers tangling in the short hair at the nape of his neck. His free hand lays in the dip of the middle of your back, fingers brushing against the top of your ass. It pushes your hips against his own, as his tongue brushes against your bottom lip.

You moan into his mouth as he takes the tiniest step closer to you, feeling his breath against your face as he only parts to take the shortest, quickest breath.

To think only a short while ago he'd confessed to not really knowing how to kiss- How quick a learner he is.

Pulling away from your lips with a soft pop you can feel the heat on his skin, hand still just above your ass.

"I do have to return to the others."

You pull back and glare at him, kiss swollen lips the main focus of his eyes as you scold him.

"You come in here and kiss me like that only to tell me you're leaving again?" Tech's face is his normal neutral expression, though from so long of being near him you can see the smug satisfaction in his eyes and coating his voice.

This isn't the first time he's left you high and not dry, so to speak. He seems to find the idea of you pining for him while he's unattainable to be enjoyable. The both of you haven't even been in a relationship for that long, and you can already count multiple times he's grasped your thigh or waist, leaning over your shoulder to help you, knowing that those sorts of things turn you on- only to walk off.

Infuriating bastard.

You're suddenly well aware of your half dressed state again, as Tech pulls his goggles back into place and covering the marks they always leave. He leans down to press a bit more chaste kiss to the corner of your mouth, your eyes fluttering closed; But when you attempt to deepen it, he pulls away and you whine.

"I am assuming since you've finished with your shower, you're going to join us?" You cross your arms.

"I don't know. Maybe." It's hard not to smile, while being a bit of a brat that he won't shrug off his brothers just for a moment after riling you up like that. He can see right through it either way.

"That's not going to get me to stay, if that is your plan." You roll your eyes, and pick your pants up off the counter.

"I'll be there in a minute. Right behind you." Gently removing his hand from you back, it brushes along your side in a way you don't know if intentional or not. He then walks off with little fanfare, leaving you to start slipping on your pants with the door still open. With one hand you to turn off the music that had been playing the entire time. You don't know if he's still in the ship when you mumble while tugging on your pants:

"Fucking tease..."

#the bad batch tech x reader #Tech/Reader #tbb x reader #the bad batch x reader #clone trooper tech x reader #reader insert #reader #mywriting

[crocuta-corvax]

Welllll I figured why not give a little teaser for what’s happening next  So here’s some Tech happy trail sketching

#tech #tech tbb #tech the bad batch #tech x reader #tech/reader #tech x you #tech/you #tbb #the bad batch #star wars #star wars the bad batch #star wars tbb #the bad batch fanart #teasery teasies heehee #ignore my nonsense file names #hehehe

[moodymisty]

Wow! Congrats on 1k followers!! Your writing is always a delight. 🥰

For your event, may I request Tech x F!reader with the prompt "You really want me?"

Thank you! I hope you have a great day. ❤️

❀ Milestone prompts list ❀

Author's Note: Awww thank you! I'm glad you enjoy my writing! and techtechtechtechtechtech

Relationships: Tech/Gn!Reader

Warnings: None, just fluff and confessions of love

"So, I have to ask..."

Echo's voice perks up your ears, as sits beside you. His glass is in his hands but he hasn't taken a sip yet, at least that you've noticed.

79's is relatively barren tonight, at least by the normal standards; Though it's still quite loud and packed with enough clones that traversal through the bar is for sure going to end up with you bumping into a few shoulders.

"Did you show Tech some new book or something?" He's not here tonight, having neglected coming out for drinks because of some important worked he wanted to finish, and had insisted you all go on without him. it's not incredibly unusual; This sort of scene isn't his type.

You think on Echo's question for a moment, pursing your lips as you look off in no particular direction trying to recall. Once you do, it's such a brief moment that you don't really think that it would be anything of note.

"Um, I mean I mentioned something not too long ago?" Echo leans back against the seat, an arm over the back behind your head.

"Ok, because he's not shut up about whatever it was for at least a week now. He's been researching it nonstop." That sentence makes you surprised, but also it's impossible to contain a smile at the thought of him doing something like that when you aren't around. It's, endearing. Not too often do you find someone who enjoys you enough that they try to enjoy the things you do. You love watching Tech tinker, to sometimes catch his tongue just barely poking out between his lips, but it makes your heart flutter a bit to know this new tidbit of info.

"Really? I didn't know he cared that much." Crosshair makes an amused noise.

"Cares? He's obsessed." He gets an odd look from you back, and Hunter seeks to clarify what Crosshair won't.

"The two of you really get along well," He says, and you raise your eyebrows. He can't exactly find the best way to put this so for the sake of his brother and for your own sanity, he'll be blunt.

"Look, we don't wanna shove into your business or anything," Hunter rubs the back of his neck. "But Tech really likes you." It's feels more than a little bit intense being underneath the stare of four eyes, especially considering who they are.

"But he's not gonna say it unless you do first."

Were you really so obvious in your attraction that they were all able to notice? You had hoped you were being at least somewhat subtle.

No point in denying it, you guess. They already have it all figured out.

"So, you want me to just go for it then?" You smile and laugh, expecting it to be taken as a joke. But instead, Hunter nods and agrees with you.

"Go sweep him off his feet."

You're not drunk in the slightest; seeing the outline of the Marauder ahead of you as you walk forward towards it with purpose. It's just that your conversation with the rest of the 99's has pushed you over the edge.

You ended up leaving not long after you'd finished talking, deciding to take the opportunity of Tech being alone. It's not too often you have the chance to do so.

You'll just say how you feel, and damn the consequences. You can't stay in the limbo anymore.

But Tech is just, so hard to read.

You've gotten better at it over time, but sometimes you find yourself wondering. His brothers know him best, and hopefully their encouragement doesn't end with you making an ass of yourself.

You have the codes to unlock the Marauder, bringing down the gangplank so you can head inside. Once you do, it's only takes a quick look to the right to locate Tech, who's situated in the cockpit using Gonky as an extension to his current work table; Which is the control panel. He heard your entrance and looks over, perking up in casual surprise.

"Oh, I thought you all would be out for most of the evening." He says it with curiosity, not disappointment. You notice he's reading one of the books you'd mentioned awhile ago when you step closer, datapad sat aside whatever he's been tinkering with. He must be using it as background noise.

"Yeah, it got a little too rowdy for my liking." He's soldering two wires together, humming and adjusting his goggles with a wiggle of his nose. When he speaks he's still working, not looking as you watch over him from his side.

"I apologize for my brothers if they said or did anything particularly uncouth; Them and large amounts of alcohol are not often the best combination." Speaking from experience? You joke to only yourself. Smiling, you wave off his concerns.

"Nah, they were fine," Your sentence hangs for a bit, leaning to one side as your eyes flick over his hands and arms. "I, wanted to talk to you, actually." That admission gets Tech's interest, naturally.

Gonky takes up a good portion of the free space between the seats, so he ushers the droid away and gives you the room to sit down.

"To me?" He seems both surprised and curious, already trying to figure out what you'd possibly need to talk to him about. It could be any number of things, it's not as if the two of you have ever run out of things to talk about.

"Yeah, I," You lick your lips, finding the words and the confidence to just say them.

Gods he looks so cute right now... You think while seeing his dark brown eyes watch you from behind his goggles.

"Do you want to go out sometime? Just you and me?" He quickly counts his tools as he puts them away back in his storage box, glancing up at you.

"Do you need help with something? I see no need why to specify just you and me if you would just like to go and-"

You get out of your seat and kneel on the edge of Tech's, leaning inward and stealing a kiss from him. He certainly looks surprised the moment you pull away, but it seems to get the point across well enough.

"Oh," He says, adjusting his goggles from where you'd bumped them out of alignment. "You meant in that way." His eyes are wide, flicking around focus on a different part of your face as he thinks.

"I, failed to think this was a possible scenario." In any other situation you might've considered making a joke, but the tone would be ruined if you did so.

"Being a clone isn't a desirable trait apart from a few select scenarios, my brothers are quite overbearing, and the state of the war I-" He cuts himself off, brain thinking a mile a minute. "You really want me?"

You smile and nod, lips just barely dusting over his. You can still feel his breath on your face, before he decides to kiss you this time. His feels more assertive, as if he's quickly gaining the confidence in what he's figured out so far. His body rises from his aggressive slouch and his hands move up your thighs, from where they had laid politely on your knees.

"Do you want me to say?" You say, feeling his hands on your hips.

His brothers won't be back for most of the night anyways. He has plenty of time to figure things out and get all the answers he needs.

"Yes."

#is the first part a very very vague reference to me absolutely nuking anyone that looks at me with WH40k lore? maybe #the bad batch tech x reader #tbb x reader #Tech/Reader #tech x reader #the bad batch x reader #reader insert #reader #mywriting

[moodymisty]

✓ Private Lesson ✓

Author's Note: I love Teacher Tech. And Medic Tech. And Dom Tech. Sensing a theme here. I’ve been writing a bunch of fluff lately, so here’s a little somethin’ nasty I did in my spare time.

Summary: Tech wants to take the Marauder for a test flight after some adjustments, but decides to give you a piloting lesson beforehand.

Relationships: Tech/Fem!Reader

Warnings: NSFW, All smut, Porn without plot, Cockwarming, Competency kink, Sex in the Marauder, Lap sitting, Tech decides to be your teacher but are you really learning anything?, A little bit of praise kink, Unprotected sex, creampies, Technically semi-public sex,

Word count: 1959

"Now, what do you do first?"

Tech's voice is firm but gentle in your ears, speaking with his usual smooth tone. If one listens you might be able to hear the tiniest bit of strain, but your heart is thumping in your ears so loudly you aren't able to notice it yourself.

He's been meaning to take the Marauder for a simple test flight. He’s been doing some, unauthorized work on the ship, and decided to use their current shore leave on Coruscant as a chance to make sure everything was in working order.

It will be; Tech just needs to be thorough.

But you’ve never flown a ship before, thinking as you look over the control panel that might as well be speaking a dead language. Tech has spoken a million different times before about it, but you have no actual real world experience.

All of his brothers have decided to hit one of the mid-levels for some food and drinks; And with Tech not being much of a fan of that type of scene, and having work to do, he decided to stay back here in the ship. You'd showed up after they'd already left, so no one but Tech knows you're here with him.

You remember the first time he showed you the Marauder; his pride and joy. You’d asked so many questions you almost turned blue in the face, and he answered every one of them with the gusto of a man with a love of the craft and pride in his work.

He had promised to take you on a flight one day, and when he had it was some of the most fun you'd ever had together. And not moments after he'd landed he promised that one day, he'd teach you. He saw the opportunity to share his knowledge and held it out for you, and you'd accepted his potential future lesson.

And while it's been awhile since he'd promised to teach you how to fly, last you checked he hadn't mentioned some of the more, intimate details were apparently included in this lesson.

His armor is cold and unyielding against the backs of your thighs, as you sit firmly spread in his lap. Your underwear are tangled around one ankle, legs spread over his. His cock is stuffing you full, but he isn't moving even a fraction; Instead torturing you like this.

When you don't answer the first question on his verbal test, he sighs.

"Do I need to perhaps repeat myself? I thought you were smarter than this." One of your hands rests on the armrest; It's the only thing grounding you as your cunt flutters around him.

“Tech, I, I don’t remember.” He has the gall to make an unamused noise, as if him fucking you gormless should be just a minor inconvenience.

“Clearly I didn’t teach you thoroughly enough. Or you were not listening.” He feels the way your groan, adjusting your position in his lap as your hands hover in front of the controls. When you do it's impossible not to feel the way his cock shifts inside of you, trying hard to not let out an embarrassing moan.

“You, set course with the Navicomputer,” Tech hums.

“Lock in the destination, then warm up the, the,” his hand brushes over your clit, fingertips feeling just above where he’s buried inside of you.

“Words, love. Do you remember how to use them?”

Snarky ass.

“The engines. You would warm up the engines.” He gives an approving noise, rubbing circles around your clit. He's so composed, his voice barely cracks despite the fact that you can feel his cock throbbing inside of you, almost painfully hard.

"Now, would you like to put it to practice?" Leaning his head down he presses his lips to the soft spot of your neck just behind your ear, feeling how your neck instantly moves to give him more access to such a sensitive spot.

"Tech you, you can't be serious..." You can't see his face at this angle, but you can tell by the tone in his voice that his eyebrows are more than likely raised in an unamused expression.

"It is not often at all that I am not serious." You let out a desperate whine, just hoping for this sweet torture he's decided to put you through to end.

"Tech I, I can't even think straight, I'm not going to be able to fly this..."

His other hand brushes over your hip, while the other is still firmly nestled between your thighs. You can hear every little motion his fingers make, pussy slopping wet against his fingers and around his cock.

"Then at least show me you can prepare the ship as if we were going go depart."

As if it's just so easy, you think; Swallowing the thick knot in your throat. His chest is still pressed against your back as he adjusts slightly underneath you, and neither of you can stop the little noises you make from even such a small movement.

At least this torture is going both ways, as you can feel the heat radiating off his face while you look forward.

Ok, you've seen Tech do this multiple times now... And he's right here. It's not like you're actually going to fly; You just need to show him you can turn everything on.

That isn't that hard, right?

You lean forward, gritting your teeth and whining at the way his cock feels even deeper inside of your as your stomach folds, stuffing your cunt and leaving not a centimeter of room.

The navicomputer is set, you press the correct buttons to lock it in, and whimper at the way his fingers firmly brush over your clit. He's done so well being composed thus far, but you can hear his harder breaths; Feel the way he's trying not to thrust his hips upward into you. Pulling his lips away from your neck he leans up, looking over your head to watch your hands.

Locking the destination in you lean back, letting out a large shaky breath as your shoulderblades press against his chest armor. He hasn't scolded you yet, so you must have done everything right so far.

"Then, you start the engine with... Those buttons, warm them up, and then the throttle." Tech's fingers press against your clit harder, deftly teasing you and groaning at the way you tighten around him.

"Good girl. I knew I taught you well."

You've never heard Tech call you anything like that before; But gods, what you wouldn't give to hear him say it again.

His hands drift to hold you by the hips and help you move in his lap, moaning as you finally get some form of friction for your efforts. You just barely lift off of his lap, hearing the sound of your bare skin against his armor. One of your hands grasps his forearm, the other the arm of the seat as you bite your lip hard. Top bunched upward it's normally quite cold in the Marauder, but you couldn't be less so as Tech thrusts his cock deep into you.

"How, do you jump to hyperspace?"

He suddenly blurts out, and you can feel him already starting to slow down to dull what little pleasure you've finally gotten your hands on. It's almost impossible not to just cry right then and there, your head lolling back against his shoulder as you whine.

"Tech!" He responds just as swift as one might expect.

"Answer me, or I will stop."

Cruel, snarky ass.

"Fuck Tech, I, I don't know..." HIs hands keep grinding you into his lap, feeling the way your body leans into him.

"You know the answer; I taught you."

You lean forward just enough to gesture at the correct things, groaning as you already feel so close to cumming, but he keeps you from reaching it.

"That one, that one, and-" You bite your lip as your stomach tightens, feeling the way his cock shifts and throbs inside of you. "That one." It seems like you're right, judging by the way he hums approvingly.

"It seems like you were actually listening." You attempt to fuck yourself on him, but Tech's surprising strength keeps you from making any significant movement upward or forward. You spit out your desperation in words, pleading with an almost angry sounding tone.

"Gods Tech, please just fuck me or I swear..." Maybe he decides to give you a bit of mercy, or perhaps he himself can't take his own torture; As a moan slips from his throat and his hips thrust upward. His hands don't even stop you as you grip the armrests, grinding yourself against him as much as your body can manage.

He's been teasing you at this for so long now, it doesn't take much to make you cum at all, your thighs quaking as you tighten around him. He almost feels like you're going to suffocate him, and he can't help but let out moan loud enough to echo through the ship.

Even if the fear of anyone seeing or hearing you from outside the ship is unwarranted, given the area outside the civilian hanger where you're landed is practically abandoned, it still crosses your mind once or twice as you glance out the viewport. It's not a thought that sticks however, within moments it's gone from your head as Tech keeps bouncing you on his lap. And whatever composure he's managed to hold up until this point is quickly crumbling away, his voice strained in your ear as his hands tightly grip your body. Tech has always had a surprising amount of strength, and while he isn't gripping you enough to hurt, it is showing how strong his lithe arms really are as he fucks you.

You can feel the moment he cums by the way he lets out a strained, choked groan, his head leaning forward enough that it hits the side of your head. Your heart is pounding in your chest, and having been sitting in his lap so long off the ground, your feet are almost starting to fall asleep.

The ship now only echoes with the sound of both of you and Tech's heavy breathing, your body limp as you lay back against him. His hands now lay much more gently against your body, one against your thigh and the other your hip.

When he shifts underneath you, he can feel the way his own cum leaks out of you and over his cock, a feeling he'll secretly never grow tired of.

You can feel his soft breaths on the back of your head, him just as out of breath as you are. It's a quiet moment, and you take a moment to just enjoy it.

Until you feel him lean forward, and adjust something on the control panel just within reach. And in your tired, ecstasy driven fatigue, you comment.

"Tech, you're seriously still going to do a test flight after all of that? I can barely move..." He doesn't react to your bafflement as you expect, and instead still attempts to maintain his almost always present composure. Even if it had just been melted away only moments ago.

"You can stay on my lap, if you would prefer." You'd prefer to take a nap; Especially given the haggard state of what few articles of clothing you currently have on.

"Let's just, wait a minute." As much as Tech might want to do what he had originally planned, having you here with him sways his judgement enough so that he can put it off, just a little bit longer.

"Alright, we can wait for a little while."

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[moodymisty]

Main Masterlist

NSFW content is labeled as such, please use discretion 18+, more detailed warnings are usually on the posts themselves

♡ My masterlists get updated as soon as I post something new, so feel free to stop by every now and again ♡

[gn]  =  Gender-neutral Reader [f]     =  Female Reader [m]  =  Male Reader

↳ℌ𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔠𝔞𝔫𝔬𝔫𝔰:

[gn] Tech cuddles HCs

↳𝔇𝔯𝔞𝔟𝔟𝔩𝔢𝔰:

[gn] Tech BJ because ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) (NSFW)

[f] Tech discovers his new kink(NSFW)

[f] Tech and Toys(NSFW)

[f] Getting hot and bothered for Tech after Safa Toma (NSFW)

[f] Tech aftercare

[gn] Tech fluff

[f] Tech accidentally walking in on you just out of the shower

↳𝔉𝔲𝔩𝔩 𝔉𝔦𝔠𝔰/𝔒𝔫𝔢𝔰𝔥𝔬𝔱𝔰:

"Tech Projects" A Tech/GN!reader oneshot

SFW, Fluff, Established relationship, Just some cuteness overall nothing to tag

"Stolen Goods" A Tech/Fem!Reader series (finished!)

(Part 1 NSFW, Part 2 NSFW) NSFW, Panty Kink, Panty stealing, Masturbation, Pining, Dirty thoughts, Dry humping/Grinding

"Strung out" A Tech/GN!Reader oneshot

NSFW, Oral(Male receiving), Blowjobs, Established Relationship, Porn without plot, Semi public sex aka getting frisky in the back of the Marauder, Some fluff

"Private Lesson" A Tech/Fem!Reader oneshot

NSFW, PWP, Cockwarming, Sex in the Marauder, Tech being a teacher but are you really learning anything?, Unprotected sex

#The bad batch tech x reader #Tech/Reader #reader insert

[moodymisty]

Crosshair loves physical contact and will hang onto you as much as possible

Tech loves whenever you cling to him while working. He loves when you lounge over him and just chill and lets him be, while still being close

- @clone-whore-99

Author's Note: Yessssss!! I am sold thank you so much for feeding me in my time of need these are top tier <3

Relationships: Crosshair/Gn!Reader, Tech/Gn!Reader

Warnings: lots of fluff

✦ Crosshair ✦

Crosshair really does consider it one of his 'weaknesses', that he's constantly yearning for at least some level of physical contact with you.

Like him sitting down and you sitting in the spot between his legs, and his chin rests on your head or shoulder depending. He still has that usual grumpy expression, but is clearly soaking this whole thing up.

Or sitting sideways on his lap; But if you don't want to sit on this thighs, he'll still pull your legs to rest over his.

He's just constantly stealing chances to hold your hand, put an arm around your shoulders; Anytime he can, he will. He always takes the spot right next to you, wherever you are.

In public he's far more likely to just use an arm around your waist or a hand on your shoulder, more subtle but still some form of contact.

If he's helping you with something, he'll have a hand on your shoulder or back, standing well past close enough that he can get a good look. You'll usually get a ruffle of your hair or shoulder afterwards so he can watch your face scrunch up before he walks away.

Sleeping together normally involves a position that gives him the most surface area; Usually spooning or holding you against his chest. And if you don't start that way, you'll usually find yourself in one of those positions by morning. And he latches on tight; Especially if his sleep is being particularly unrestful that night.

He's just, so surprisingly touchy sometimes that it's almost a complete dichotomy to his usual attitude.

Reading through another paragraph on your datapad, you quietly bite your lip and squeeze your eyes closed for a moment. They feel a little sore, but the momentary relief seems to settle them for a bit. At least long enough to keep reading a little longer.

This book has potential, but you aren't totally sold on it yet. Crosshair doesn't seem to be either, as each time he finishes a page he is either completely silent, or lets out a vaguely unamused 'hmm'. When you're both done you move to the next page, and start the whole process over again.

You feel a little bit too close to the edge of the seat for your comfort, so you scoot back a little bit more into Crosshair's body, and he straightens up more as a result. His arms raise a little bit before setting back down, loosely wrapped around your waist while the side of his face rests against your temple. It's not an uncommon position for you, especially when you're both reading something together. If anything, it's become sort of a habit.

But when you'd first met Crosshair, you never thought he'd be this, cuddly. He seems content as can be leaning into you, even if he hasn't spoken a word in a significant amount of time.

"Having fun?"

Hunter enters the Marauder's cockpit and looks at the scene in front of him with raised eyebrows, a drink in his hand.

Crosshair doesn't even need to say anything, only look, to let Hunter know that his comment is not appreciated in the slightest. Once he's finished doing so, he turns back to the datapad in your hand, and uses his own to tug you just a tiny bit closer.

✦ Tech ✦

Over time you've become a master at snuggling him, while also staying unobtrusive to whatever he's working on. Like hugging his waist instead of his shoulders. Or looking over what he's doing from the side to not block the light.

At first you just laid your head on his shoulder, testing the waters, while he kept tinkering. Overtime Tech went from largely indifferent to it to actively hoping you'd do so, working in places that had more room for you to sneak in next to him.

Sometimes you'll help hold something for him if he needed the extra hands, but more often then not you'll end up falling asleep; At least if it's late. Which it usually is when Tech is up tinkering.

No matter the time however you'll usually listen to him chatter about his current work; As his voice a nice, pleasant tone to relax or fall asleep to. You'll hum and try to keep up, but Tech seems to just like that someone's listening, knowing that you might not understand it all.

Sometimes if he makes a loud noise that startles you awake he'll mumble an apology, feeling you move against him.

Every now and again you'll feel his hand brush against you, as if just taking a moment before going right back to work.

Tech has a dilemma.

He needs the tool over on his workbench in order to continue working on the project in his lap, but right now your arms are wrapped around his hips, cheek pressed against his waist.

And... He doesn't want to move.

But he needs to finish this; Not for any particularly urgent reason, other than his brain will never allow it to remain unfinished now that he's started. So he sits with his quandary, subtly looking down at the way you're clung to him and debating how he can remove himself from this to get what he needs, and then return to it without anything having changed.

Though instead of having to do so Tech's hero arrives; Echo walking through the doorway moments before Tech was going to ask you if you could detach from him for a moment. He can't quite tell if you're asleep or not however, so he speaks in a soft enough tone that hopefully wouldn't wake you, if you indeed are the former.

"Echo," He murmurs, watching Echo look up from the datapad he was focused on to see Tech looking right at him.

"Could you perhaps hand me that tri-point screwdriver on my workbench?"

Echo quite quickly realizes the situation Tech is in, and why he's asking such for him to do something so minute. Echo takes a few steps off of his original path and snatches the screwdriver off the table, walking it over to hand off. Tech nods, silently thanking him for his assistance.

Now he can get back to work, feeling the way you adjust your legs so they entwine with his just a little bit more.

#the bad batch crosshair x reader #the bad batch tech x reader #Tech/Reader #Crosshair/Reader #tbb x reader #tech x reader #crosshair x reader #reader insert #reader #mywriting

[moodymisty]

How does tech react to reader safewording out? Or just tech aftercare pls <33

Author's note: Yesss! I've been meaning to write about something like this, thanks for giving me the perfect segway.

Relationships: Tech/Fem!Reader

Warnings: Lewd but not full nsfw, Mentions of sex and bondage, Fluffy fluff, Some gentle aftercare,

With you’re with Tech, one becomes distinctly familiar with experimentation.

There’s so many times where Tech has come to you wishing to try something new; To see how either of you will react. You’ve cum so many times at this point you feel like an absolute mess, barely able to tell up from down. Your legs hurt, arms, wrists; From where he’d previously had you tied to the support pole of the Marauder’s bunk rack.

You still feel your heart racing, but it’s no longer trying to break from your ribcage the way it had been earlier.

Tech however, laying beside you is also out of breath, but no where to the degree you are. He brushes a hand over his hair, looking over you.

“Are you sufficiently satisfied?”

‘What a romantic way to word it’, you think, with all the fondness in the galaxy. It’s Tech; He speaks his own language and you love every word of it.

“You can only fuck my brains out so much, Tech.”

Damn clone libido… It finally caught up with you.

Tech however ignores your quip much to your surprise, and instead begins searching for the bottom half of his blacks through the crumbled blankets and various other clothing items. You’d both snuck out into the Marauder while everyone else was off elsewhere, leaving the two of you alone for at least a few hours.

Needless to say, you’d taken good advantage of the time.

Finally having found the bottom half of his blacks, he slips them on and slides off the bunk, telling you he’ll only be gone for a moment. He just snags some water for the both of you, and returns to see you using the top half of his blacks as a loose top, handing you the container of water as he gently takes your wrist and examines it. He brushes his thumb along our skin, from where he’d tied you up.

“Does this hurt in any way?” He presses softly against the inside of your wrist, as you shake your head and hum. Satisfied that you weren’t hurt in anyway, he softly returns your hand. “Do you require anything, love?”

“A soak in a nice bath would be the dream…” You say it overly wistfully, as Tech moves to slide onto the bunk right beside you as you take a drink.

“The Marauder can only do a short shower as of this moment unfortunately,” Tech mumbles the second half of his sentence largely to himself. “Though perhaps I could include upgrades to the refresher on my current list of tasks.” Leaning back enough that you can do so, you move to lay partly over his stomach, chin against his sternum. He takes a moment to gently brush his hand over your hair, his touch soft.

“Tech, don’t tell me you’re already brainstorming.” He just barely cracks a smile, feeling your hands on him. He secretly loves the way you look right now in his clothes, he considers not mentioning that he needs it back soon it in the hopes you’ll keep it and use it more often.

“Not quite. Though this rare amount of quiet would nice applicable for that sort of thing.” Laughing you crawl up just enough to give him a kiss on the lips, his hands resting on the small of your back. One does leave however, and gently grasps you hand once again. You roll your eyes.

“Tech, I told you it doesn’t hurt.” He lets go only once he’s satisfied.

“There is no harm in being sure.” You don’t know how long the two of you just lay back and relax, before the idea of cleaning up is a little bit too tempting to take advantage of. Especially when the ship is currently empty other than you two. Speaking up, Tech’s eyes perk up to look at you from where they’d been resting and taking in the entire scene.

“How about a shower?” Tech’s eyebrows raise, looking at you.

“Are you merely stating your current intent, or is that an invitation?” Sliding off of his chest you slowly move to get up, and Tech follows; Holding out a hand for you just in case.

“That’s up to you~”

#tech x reader #tbb x reader #the bad batch x reader #Tech/Reader #the bad batch tech x reader #mywriting #reader insert #reader

[moodymisty]

The Sound Of Your Voice - Ch1

Author's Note: So I finally went for it. The multichapter fic begins! I haven't written one of these in... gosh 10 years? A LOTR fic. Anywho I hope you guys enjoy! I hope you'll join me on this at minimum 4-5 chapter adventure (yes there will be smut eventually I know why you follow me) so lets have some fun!

This is mostly a fun self-indulgent project, but I hope at least a few others enjoy it too.

Summary: Life in the skies of Coruscant is dreary; Who better to spice it up than a know-it-all you met on the Holonet.

Relationships: Tech/Fem!Reader

Story-wide Warnings: SFW, Friends to lovers, You are working as a personal assistant for a senator, Eventual smut, Mutual pining, Lots of texting in the first chapter, Scenebuilding so much scenebuilding, an OC for plot's sake, Dehumanization of the clones,

Word count: 4015

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The sound of quiet chatter echos through the gigantic central room and the connecting halls, along with heels against tile and drinking glasses clinking against each other.

It’s the usual symphony of a gala; Small groups or pairs of people chatting about business while munching on small, freshly prepared foods and drinking expensive liquor. The main event for the evening, which was a play by a small but talented production group has since finished, with the last round of food being served before the evening finally concludes.

You’ve already done your fair share of circles around the event, chatting with co-workers and business partners, as well as potential ones.

And now that you were finished with your rounds, you find yourself stuck in a quiet corner holding a mostly untouched drink in your hands. It’s good, but there’s something about the amount of thoughts swirling in your head that keeps you from raising it to you lips, staring off in no particular direction.

Accepting to come here was a mistake. I knew I should’ve just stayed home and gotten some actual work done.

Though, this does technically count as work; You remember.

Both your datapads burn a hole in the purse you have slung over your shoulder with their weight, just as a reminder of the reason why you’re here. Social gatherings are a part of the job, even if they don’t present themselves overtly in the job description.

If you’d known that working for a senator would result in this, you might’ve not taken the job when it was presented.

It’s getting quite late; The stars are already shining high in the sky, and you can see the flashing lights of air taxis and speeders in the skylanes below one of the many sets of ballroom windows.

I hope she’s making use of this time to actually sweeten the pot with some other senators on her new bill, or else I’m putting a nice twi’leki massage on her tab tomorrow.

But as you stand here you’ve become so lost in your own thoughts you don’t notice when it seems your thoughts have summoned her, and Llenya appears with a glass in her hands.

It seems the Mirialan senator has a mind for when her assistant is at their wits end; Adjusting the wrist of her dress as she looks you up and down only once.

“Are you alright?”

Beyond her soft, dinner table smile she has the slightest bit of worry on her face, the deep purple lipstick she’s wearing contrasting with the color of her skin. The color matches her floor length dress, as well as the clips that hold her hair in its intricate styling. You look at her for a moment, shrugging before answering.

“I just feel a little woozy. I’m going to go get a bit of fresh air, and see if that helps. Can you live without me for a moment?”

Her smile gets slightly wider, just barely pushing her cheeks upwards towards her eyes.

“I think I can manage. But I would appreciate your help in dealing with one of the other senators, before he gets too drunk to negotiate with.” You’re not a fan of the fact that you know exactly which senator she’s referring to, and the idea of dealing with them doesn’t fill you with excitement.

But now that you’ve spoken to her you can steal a moment to yourself, gently pushing through the crowd and keeping your face tilted downwards; In the hopes that people wouldn’t recognize you and want to speak. After Llenya recently submitted her newest draft for her refugee supply distribution bill it seems everyone wants to speak on it, and be the first to have some sort of juicy information regarding the matter. And when they can’t speak to her, they have to deal with you.

The moment you hit the one of the sets of doors leading to the balcony the fresh, cool air hits your face, and you can’t help taking in a deep sigh. At least as deep as one you can take, with the corset of your dress wrapped tight around your waist.

This was a beautiful dress; A deep maroon red that almost brushed across the floor and flowed around your wrists, but it has become more than a little uncomfortable as the night as gone on.

Moving away from the doors you slowly walk along the outside of the ballroom, admiring the clouds shining bright from Coruscant’s lights as you wander while drifting your hand along the railing. It’s surprising you don’t spot anyone on the way, though the gala’s staff are more than likely being quite careful to avoid any stragglers meandering out of the venue.

But in your wandering you end up by the back entrance of the building, and stop only once you find something that manages to catch your interest. The night sky casts a soft light over your only peaceful moment in this entire night of annoyances so far.

The spot you’re standing in overlooks an absolutely beautiful rooftop garden; Plants from no less than five different planets all planted in dramatic patterns and trimmed to perfection. Not a single leaf or flower was out of place, nor had been allowed to fall onto the paths weaving through it. The topiary are all perfectly manicured, and in a way they seem almost artificial; As if no living plant could be shaped into such a perfectly strict form. You didn’t know this place had a garden of this scale, as it was completely unseen when you’d first arrived.

It’s such a wonderful sight, it would be nice to share it with someone.

Maybe he would like it?

Though he seemed to like everything, to a degree. Maybe it’s the side effect of having such a scientific mind.

Your personal datapad is quickly pulled from your bag, before you lean forward over the railing to take one quick picture of the expansive garden. Once you lean back you take a look, and your lips purse together just a tad.

It doesn’t look as pretty as a picture...

But it still looks nice. You send it, and feel the way your bottom lip gets caught between your teeth as you wait for a response. You don’t have to wait long to get one.

- Are those Poya berteronias? In the top left?

It seems like he waits for your response for only a moment, before elaborating.

- Blue Poyas, is the name most people traditionally know them as.

- Yes, they are. I didn’t know you had such a keen eye for plants.

Though he seems to have a keen eye for everything, in all of the times you’ve spoken too him. There hasn’t been a thing yet he hasn’t been an expert on.

- information on plant biology and botany is not exactly rare. I’ve had some downtime to research such things relatively recently.

- You seemed to know your fair share as well, in our previous conversations.

- Aww, thanks Tech.

Tech. Part of you still thinks the name is a little odd, but you had always assumed it was a nickname that had attached to him like glue, and he just prefers it. Given his personality, it’s a more than accurate nomer. As well the skill it alludes to the reason why he apparently works for the GAR, as he’d once said.

Part of your considers taking the half flight of stairs down into the garden and walking around, but your feet are already complaining after spending the evening in such uncomfortable heels, so you ultimately decide against it. As much as you would enjoy getting a chance to take in more of the fresh air and maybe smell some of the flowers.

Tech hasn’t messaged for a moment, and you assume he’d gotten swept away by something or someone, until he messages again about five minutes later.

- I apologize for disappearing. I was looking for something in one of my datasticks.

He sends an attachment moments later, which you open to see an image of the flower he’d brought up earlier. Only it was wild, what most people would consider overgrown and so big it had almost begun to weep.

- Wow, where did you see this?

- We were on Devaron a few standard months ago. I remembered it being a rare plant and decided to document it.

He types ‘we’, though it gets so quickly corrected to ‘I’ that you almost miss it. He does that sometimes, so you figure he just has family or partners from work that he doesn’t want to speak on.

You don’t want to pry, but it doesn’t mean you aren’t curious.

You mean to ask why GAR would send someone like him to a planet so remote like Devaron, though a set of footsteps from behind you makes you turn your head away from your datapad for a moment. One finger shuts off the screen, while you take a better look at the person approaching you.

Someone about your age; Though you don’t recognize him. People come in and out of your work life so fast that it’s hard to remember faces, even if you’ve spoken to them before.

“The party not keeping you entertained?”

He gives a polite smile, stepping close enough to be within range of quiet conversation. Glancing down to see your datapad in your hands, you put it back into your bag moments later.

“Just needed a little bit of air, that’s all. It felt so hot in there, I just wanted some breathing room. Especially after the play finished.” He laughs and nods, looking downward at the garden before back up at you. He leans against the railing, an elbow supporting him while he grabs his wrists.

“It certainly wasn’t the best play I’ve seen, though I haven’t seen quite as many as most people.” You turn to look through one of the ballroom windows and instantly recognize a few faces, but it seems some have left.

Good, the party is finally dispersing. As if it isn’t already way too late.

“Oh, I’ve only seen a few also. I’m more of a concert person, personally.”

At the moment however, I’m mostly a ‘leave me alone’ person.

As much as you might like to, you hold your tongue and smile, for the sake of avoiding any sort of repercussions for an abit small annoyance.

“But I have to get back inside; I know there’s probably a few people all in there ready to pounce once I return.” Nodding to you, he still keeps his hopeful expression despite his attempts at anymore conversation resulting in failure.

“Well, I’ll see you back inside then. I think I’ll take another moment of air and admire the scenery.” You smile.

“Enjoy the view, it’s lovely.”

Quickly shuffling back inside you once again keep your head low enough, until you’re back on the acceptable outskirts of the party. It’s not as if you hate all parties and social events; It’s that so many of these forced encounters tend to grate on you after awhile. But even so, you still need to search for Llenya before she notices how long you’ve been gone. She might be a little bit more lenient with you than another senator might be, but missing a good portion of the party she’s using for gathering good will is a little far past her limit of leniency.

You find her speaking to a senator you vaguely recognize, but as you make your way over, he leaves before you have a chance to speak. Llenya feels your presence beside her and turns, eyebrows raising upwards.

“Feeling better?” The metal of her jewelry clinks together softly as she adjusts it on her wrist.

“Yeah. It was just so hot in here I was starting to get nauseous.” Her smile fades for just a moment. Great, she is more than likely not pleased that you weren’t here to keep people off of her back.

“Whatever happened to ‘just a moment’?” Someone brushes by quite close behind you, causing you to take a small step forward.

“Someone wandered by and starting trying to talk to me.” While I was speaking to the person I actually wanted to talk too… “I didn’t recognize him from anywhere though. And he didn’t seem interested in talking about you, surprisingly.” That perks her interest, though she doesn’t get much of a chance to question who they might’ve been, before she decides to divulge more important matters.

“I think it might be time for us to take our leave; Judging by the last conversation I had, it seems I’ve worn out my welcome among a, good portion of the guests.” She must’ve been pushing her bill on people hard, if they were souring on her like that. Granted, she knew it was a hard sell coming into this.

Many of these senators are notably not fans of actually pushing money towards relief effort for the war, especially if they aren’t going to get any sort of gain from it.

“I’ll call the driver.” You do exactly that, and once you grab both of your coats, it’s moments before you’re both in the air taxi. The driver knows the address, so he instantly begins driving to Llenya’s private home once you say to do so.

She spends most of the time talking about a few of the people she’d had conversation with, though you find it difficult to keep invested beyond giving noises of understand.

I hope Tech doesn’t think I just got bored of talking to him…

“I think I’m going to make a few small changes to it; If I do so, I think I might before to win over a few more senators before my time is up.” You can see her building through the divider of the air taxi, before turning to her and nodding.

“When you do, send it to me and I’ll do the rest right then.” Pulling up to the private entrance, Llenya gets out, but hangs on the door for a second and smiles at you.

“Remind me to thank you for working so late.” You wiggle your fingers and smile back.

“I’ll be sure to. Good night.” Once she closes the door, you tell the driver to bring you back to your own place now, so you can finally get some well needed rest.

It’s been a long night.

Once you arrive, you’re more than quick to slide off the seat and out, closing the door and not even turning as the taxi goes off back into the skylane.

Finally, home.

Once you get inside and close the door behind you, your first stop is your bedroom; To change out of this clothing before it makes your body ache anymore. These sorts of events always take a lot out of you; The excess of delicate dancing that is social interaction with senators and hours and hours of standing around in uncomfortable dress, but in the end nothing feels better than tearing it all away once it’s over.

Moving to your closet you grab a pair of sleep clothes off a middle shelf and slowly change, sighing as you take off the restrictive dress you’d been wearing all night and gently hanging it back up. After doing so, you stand in the full length mirror and slowly undo your hair, until it’s no longer pinned and clipped into place.

Once you finish, it takes a good roll of your shoulders to realize how long you had to hold such a tight posture. And deciding to relax, you sit down on the bed and it’s still neatly tucked sheets, curling your legs up and leaning against the headboard.

Your bag was close by, so you hook the strap with your foot and pull it close enough to grab, and pull your datapad out. Your work one was pulled partly out by accident, but you don’t bother to do anything about it.

Instead, you open up to continue the chat you’d started what felt like ages ago, though it had only been a few hours.

-I hope you’ll forgive me for disappearing.

Tech instantly responds again.

Does this man ever sleep? Anytime I message, he seems to always be right here.

-Forgotten.

- I was actually attending a party earlier, But I had to show my face again eventually.

- Was it so droll that there was no one to talk to?

Oh, there were plenty of people to talk to; Just none you wanted to. You talk to plenty of senators and other political figures enough during your time working, and so you have zero desire to try and pretend to be their friend. Especially when it’s so transparently transactional.

That’s however, not a very pleasant answer to his question, so you just scrap it for a more endearing one.

- No, you’re just a far more entertaining conversationalist.

- I’m glad you find my ability to nurture conversation with an endless array of topics entertaining.

- That was a joke.

It almost hurts the way you attempt to avoid smiling at your datapad, finding his sudden declaration so incredibly endearing.

You’ve never met anyone quite like Tech; Which you’re more than happy to have.

- I figured. Though it’s a bit hard to know without hearing someone’s tone of voice.

You’ve never actually heard Tech’s voice, in all this time. You have one for him in your head; One that reads his dialogue in your mind instead of it being a bunch of silent text scrolling across a screen. Though you’ve always wondered how accurate it is compared to the real thing.

- It’s funny to think how long we’ve been talking and I’ve never actually heard your voice.

- Is that merely an observation, or a suggestion?

Your other datapad for your business life lays right beside you; Which thankfully has yet to alert you to Llenya sending her new draft. She probably won’t get it done tonight, leaving you with the evening free.

- Either? Whatever you prefer.

Maybe it’s the mystery of it all, but you can’t recall a time someone’s ever had you so on your toes like this. You said you didn’t mind, but you would be lying if you weren’t incredibly curious to hear him, and see how accurate your guess has been thus far.

- Someone is sleeping in the seat beside me, let me tell him to leave first.

Even if no one can see you, you can’t help the way you visibly jolt as if instinct to get up and stop him.

- Don’t do that!

He doesn’t respond for about three minutes, so you assume he hadn’t listened to you.

After that short amount of time he signals his return to his datapad with a call; But you’re unable to stop yourself from letting it ring one or two times before answering. Normally someone would say hello, but given what he’d presumably just done you open with shaking your head and saying:

“You are a cold, cold man, for doing that to someone.”

“It would not be the first time someone has called me cold. Being of a methodical mindset seems to evoke such a comment.”

…

Oh kark, right; I need to speak.

“O-oh yeah? I hope you pushed him in the direction of an actual bed instead of another chair.”

His voice…

It’s distinctly not as you had it in your head, giving you a healthy bit of surprise of the pleasant kind.

“Proper beds are in quite short supply when on duty unfortunately. He prefers sleeping partly upright apposed to the traditional approach as well.” It is easy to forget he is on duty at times, with how often you speak.

“Well, I hope you aren’t busy.” After you speak you reach up to your hair and pull out a stray pin you must’ve missed, setting it on your bedside table.

“I am no more occupied than I normally am at this time. Though at the moment I have time to work on something I’ve been meaning to finish.”

His voice could put me to sleep in an instant. But… In a good way. Not boring.

“Have I been distracting you?” There’s a soft clang, the gentle sound of metal on metal. You’re not entirely surprised he’s working on something of the mechanical sort. “I am more than capable of having my attention split between multiple different activities.”

What a charming way to say I’m not bugging you.

“Well, then what are you working on?” There’s more clanking and shuffling, and the sound of him letting out a quiet noise of effort while reaching over to grab something. “It would take quite awhile to explain.” He obviously can’t see the slight pout your lips form when you don’t get an actual answer. You’re curious; Every time you’ve asked he’s always been making some sort of wacky or amazing thing, you never know what he’s going to be working on next.

“I don’t mind. I’m curious.” Much to your surprise he’s actually somewhat quiet for a moment, as if he’s trying to think of what to say. You can’t hear much movement either, unlike before.

“It’s a heat signature modification for a helmet display, By the time I am finished with it, it should be able to see heat from up to half a klick away.”

Wow, you think; Before you remember to vocalize it.

“Wow Tech, that sounds impressive.”

He gives a nonchalant sounding hum, before speaking up.

“Not particularly. It’s mostly a mundane upgrade I simply haven’t gotten around to doing.”

You can’t quite tell if he’s shrugging off your compliment, or if he genuinely didn’t pick up that you even gave him one. The ladder seems to be more common with him. After going silent for a moment, the sound of metal hitting each other cues you in enough that he’s probably working on another bit of his project. Eventually however, he finally speaks up.

“You, said you were attending an event?”

You perk up, nodding despite him not being able to see you.

“Yeah, it was for work.” You sigh. “Thankfully that fiasco is all over.”

While still shuffling around, Tech adjusts his datapad enough that it makes a small noise.

“Judging by the tone of your voice, I am going to assume it was not an event which you had wanted to attend?”

The understatement of the night.

You don’t exactly feel like indulging your work to him given it’s sensitive nature, so you round it about with a chuckle. As well as the fact that you'd rather just forget about it for the night, while you have the ability to.

“Yeah, putting it lightly.”

Tech doesn’t ask you about it again thankfully, and instead you both chatting back and forth for a good while, and listening to the sounds of him work in-between. It’s oddly soothing; There’s something about listening to him just explain what he’s working on and answer your silly questions that’s incredibly relaxing. You could do this for hours; But if you did, the morning would likely end up shining through your windows soon enough. And you know without a shadow of a doubt, you’re going to have an overwhelming load of work to do.

“Is much as I’d like to stick around, I should probably sleep.” He doesn’t stop working for a moment, hearing the sound of a spanner sparking against metal.

“Very well. Be sure to get adequate rest; And,” His voice halts for only the briefest moment. “I will speak to you tomorrow.” That makes you smile, before you turn off your datapad. Talk about good luck being able to end what would normally be a terrible night off on a good note, you think.

Sleep ends up coming easily, though it’s hard for your brain to not replay your conversation in your head a few times, before you eventually do nod off.

#tech x reader #Tech/Reader #tbb x reader #the bad batch x reader #the bad batch tech x reader #The Bad Batch #mywriting #reader insert #reader

[moodymisty]

♦ Handling ♦

Author’s note: Episode 4 gave me ideas, need to write about my husband. Forgive any messiness, it was a very quickly made thing XD I am going to suck this man dry I swear to god-

Summary: Tech’s incredible driving skills get you hot and bothered.

Relationships: Tech/Fem!Reader

Warnings: NSFW, This is the definition of porn without plot, Unprotected sex, Sex in the Marauder, Tech being so unaware, tiny amount of fingering, pre-established relationship,

The races on Safa Toma were, an adventure; To say the least. That was how you’d put it when Omega was in earshot; As to avoid any, less than flowery language. Having to bite your tongue around a snobby, obnoxious droid and keep your pockets from being picked whenever you were standing still, the outing served to be more than it’s fair share of entertainment value. In every sense of the word.

Especially when Tech put himself up as a racer in TAY-0’s place after the droid got obliterated, for the second time, leaving Cid’s original plan in complete shambles.

You never lost faith in him, though that wasn’t to say you weren’t a bit worried for him at points until he safely passed the finish line.

But gods… You knew he was good at piloting the Marauder, very good, but to see him driving a speeder like that too now; Like it’s an extension of himself he can move at the flip of a credit has been…

Enlightening. To put it lightly.

When he gets out of the speeder and stands on his own two feet, you have trouble not just instantly pouncing on him, holding back and giving him a congratulatory hug instead. It took every ounce of sanity, but you manage to wait until all of your business on Safa Toma is concluded, before heading back to Ord Mantell. Once you do, it’s not long after you’ve all settled back down that you gently touch Tech’s arm; Enough to catch his attention while he sits at the bar.

“Mind if I talk to you for a moment?”

He looks away from whatever he was reading on his datapad, while Wrecker and Omega goof around somewhere in the back of the bar. You can almost see his brain attempting to figure out what this could be about, looking you in the eyes while his lips are ever so slightly parted.

“Very well. I have no immediate need to finish this as of this time.”

He turns fully in his seat as if giving you his attention, but his confusion quickly gains a level when you gesture towards the front door of the bar instead.

“In private? Please?”

Wrecker lets out a uproarious laugh just as Tech opens his mouth to speak, turning around to glance at him before looking back and nodding at you. Given his height he barely needs to slide off the bar stool for his boots to touch the ground, and you surprise him by grabbing his wrist and tugging him along.

Tech follows your lead, but he certainly isn’t silent about it. You drag him by his wrist out of the bar and back to the Marauder, while he raises his free index finger in the air before speaks.

“I must admit, I have no prior information that could inform my as to what you wish to speak about.” You keep walking, sending the ship’s gangplank falling down in front of you with a small puff of dust as it hits the dirt. Meanwhile, Tech continues to try and audibly run through this small mystery of his.

“Perhap it was something that happened on Safa Toma while I was a contestant in the speeder race?” He’s actually pretty close, but you don’t respond to him. You can feel his eyes on you, and when you turn it’s adorable the way his face his in his usual thinking expression. He doesn’t like not knowing the answer, so he’s going to figure it out. You walk up the gangplank and Tech follows, so deep in his thinking that he seems to be moving on autopilot.

“I know that during Hunter and Echo’s absence I was perhaps a bit preoccupied, but I assure you I-”

He doesn’t get to finish his sentence, because just as you finally pull him fully into the Marauder you slap the control panel to haul up the gangplank, before grabbing the collar of Tech’s chestplate and tugging him to you just as it clanks shut. In doing so he stumbles forward, bending over slightly and widening his stance to avoid falling onto you.

It puts him into the perfect position for you to smash your lips against his; Hands going from the collar of his armor to sliding back so your arms wrap around his neck. Tech’s hands grab at your sides while his eyes are wide with surprise, and you pull him with you until your back presses against a wall.

“I, presume you don’t actually wish to talk then?” Since he still won’t be quiet, you pull your lips away from his just enough to speak.

“You can talk, but fuck me while you do it.”

While your hands scramble to pull of any impeding pieces of his armor, and your own clothes, Tech attempts to assist while still trying to talk.

“And what has brought this on so suddenly?” Tech swallows a groan as your fingers gently tug on the hair at the nape of his neck, fingers smooth against his skin.

“Watching you in that race; You drove like a madman, I’ve never seen anything like it.” As soon as you finish speaking your lips are back against his, moaning in your mouth when you drag your tongue along his bottom lip.

“I did not expect you to find my piloting skills sexually attractive but I,” He halts speaking when you abruptly pull off your top in front of him, throwing it onto the ground before putting your hands all over him again.

“But I find it quite flattering.” Tech slowly moves you away from the wall and into the cockpit, where the lights from various buildings just barely bleed into the Marauder. With the ship turned off it’s quite dim inside, but you still have just enough light to make things not a blind fumble in the dark.

“Is this, perhaps related to why you wanted to sleep with me so soon after our mission on Ryloth?” Tech’s hands side down to grab your hips, pulling your body tighter against his own. You press a kiss to his neck and respond with a muffled but satisfied: “Maybe.” Tech pulls that thinking face of his again, as you look up at him with hooded eyes.

“I am, surprised I didn’t pick up on the connection between the two much sooner.”

“Probably because at the time, you were too busy putting your cock in my mouth.” You can hear the sound of metal clicking against each other, as Tech undoes the buckle of his thigh pouches. Once that and his codpiece are gone, there’s nothing standing in your way.

“Perhaps… I will not leave that variable out of my questioning.” He tries to play it off, but you can tell by the way his eyes dart away and his voice becomes a little unsure that he knows you’re right.

Stepping backwards Tech uses a hand to rotate his pilot’s seat until it’s facing both of you, and he settles down onto it. You locked the Marauder’s gangplank; No one could get in here even if they wanted, so you can afford the rare taste of actually having time to yourselves, as you admire he way Tech splays out casually in his usual seat.

Yet another thing you’ve always noticed; The way he sits with his legs spread so far apart like that, it’s like he’s just begging for you to slip underneath the control panel.

Though even if he doesn’t consciously know he’s doing that, you do know well he loves when you straddle him on his pilot’s chair; As you’ve done multiple times before. Thankfully you’ve already taken off any sort of armor or belts when you’d all returned from Safa Toma, so all you have to do push push down your trousers and kick them aside before you quickly crawl into his lap, now in only your underwear.

Within moments you can feel the fabric of his gloves against your bare thighs, drifting upward until they lay at your hips, before one begins to play with the top of your underwear. His fingers gently flutter against the edge as if he’s doing to slip inside of them; But he doesn’t, and instead he pulls the glove off with a smooth motion with his teeth, and slides to press his hand against your cunt through the fabric. Instantly he feels how the gusset of your panties slide wetly against your cunt, almost soaked through after so long of pressing your thighs together and waiting. Waiting until you could finally get Tech alone.

“I drag you out here alone and you’re going to tease me like this?” Tech hums, his fingers press harder against your clit, gasping as your body falls closer to him.

“I think you know quite well this is not what I would classify as teasing you.” He’s right, but it doesn’t mean you can’t whine to him anyways. You jerk your hips forward in an attempt to press his hand against against you, closing the small bit of distance between your lips. He groans in your mouth when you lightly bit his lip, while his fingers are soaked from rubbing against your covered cunt.

You just can’t get enough of him, and you’re all over him to such a degree Tech seems barely able to handle it. His face his hot and his eyes are dilated, taking deeper breathes as he manages to pull out his cock from the seam of his bodyglove.

“You are, Mmm- How long have you been waiting for this?” Sliding your knees just a little farther apart you press down until you can grind against his cock, hearing him almost choke on air. With no more space his hand slides way, moving back to your hip.

“Since you won the race.” That gets an audible reaction out of him, though he can’t exactly speak when you’re too busy trying to stick your tongue down his throat.

He still tries, however.

Both of his hands now grip the meat of your hips, rocking them the back and forth as the fabric of your underwear now is wet through and through. Which Tech can certainly feel, as his cock twitches against you.

“I, apologize for making you wait so long, love.”

Leaning forward you press your chest harder against his, a hand slipping down between both of your bodies. While your bra is still on it’s off kilter and one strap is sliding down your shoulder, moving down even more so as you grasp the gusset of your underwear and pull them aside. It makes your thighs tighten, just from the feeling of his cock against you without anything in-between.

��You’re lucky I didn’t just drag you into that tiny speeder on Safa Toma.”

Tech groans as you gently wrap your hand around him, lowering yourself slowly onto him until he’s buried to the hilt. The way he whines after is absolutely intoxicating, and you eat it up.

Slowly you bounce in his lap, hearing the sounds of the pilot’s seat creaking each time the two of you move. His hips keep twitching upwards to thrust into you, trying to press deeper into your tight heat.

It’s been a little while since you’ve both had time to yourselves; Not too long in hindsight, but being so close together but unable to be together forms a tension that is incredibly stuffy. During the travel to Safa Toma at one point you and Tech brushed hands, and it was like there was electricity between them.

So needless to say; You want him to fuck your brains out.

And with his hands gripping your hips and slamming them down onto his own, cock driving into you as deep as he possible can, he’s certainly doing so. Grabbing a hold of the headrest of the seat you hear a creak that was a decent bit louder than the others, moaning as Tech’s tongue brushes against your bottom lip.

“Tech, the seat…” He steals one more desperate kiss from you before speaking; It seems he’d wanted you just as bad, but needed to have a taste in order to realize.

“It can- It can more than handle this amount of weight.” Tech can feel the way your cunt is so wet it’s begun to slick the very tops of his thighs, and he always relishes in that feeling; That you’re so aroused for him. Even if his eyes keep trying to close he still watches the way you ride him, looking down to see glimpses of his cock sliding in and out of you. He groans each time your muscles tighten around him, bringing him closer and closer to the edge. His one hand manages to awkward dip between your bodies and press against your clit, causing you to clench around him and gasp in his ear. You’re body feels so tight, about to snap at any moment as his cock fills you.

“F-Fuck Tech, I’m close…” With his skilled fingers he keeps teasing you, pressing harder until you can’t take anymore; Moaning loud enough you feel the need to cover your mouth as you cum, Tech groans at the way your cunt clenches around him, milking him for all he’s worth. Even if he manages to fuck you through it, he can’t take much more as he chokes out a sentence through his clenched teeth.

“I... Love where would you like me to-” You’re not going to let him pull away from you, not for a moment, and so barely even let him speak before telling him to cum inside of you, grinding on his cock until you feel him whine, fingers digging into the meat of your hips as he suddenly finishes. The feeling makes you let out a soft, breathless moan, your body tired and hips sore as he fills you.

Your head lays against his shoulder, both of you tired and panting which echos in the cockpit of the Marauder. Normally there’s a cacophony of small sounds, but now it easy to hear ever little move you make as the engines are completely cold.

After catching your breath enough that you feel steady, you lift up your lower body just enough that Tech’s softening cock slips from you; It’s the feeling of some of his cum leaking from you that has you biting the inside of your cheek. A messy, fit of the moment is the perfect description of what you had both done, for sure. Though it’s not long before Tech pops that bubble with a momentary observation.

“I regret to bring it to our attention; However it is quite plausible that the others have noticed our extended absence.” That is, regrettably true. They haven’t gone looking yet at least, or haven’t narrowed it down to the Marauder being your little hiding spot away from everyone. Even if he’s brought attention to it however neither of you actually decide to move, and when you look up at him, the corners of his mouth are twinged ever so slightly upward.

“Should I be expecting more similar occasions such as this after I participate any high skill driving or piloting?” You smirk back at him, half bare chest pressing against his own.

“Mmm… If you look as hot as you did this last time? Absolutely.” Tech’s goggles bonk uncomfortably against your cheek bones, though you never mind. You’re so used to having to kiss around them, it would be weird if they weren’t there anymore.

After he pulls his lips away from yours, Tech glances towards the direction of the Marauder’s entrance for a moment.

“Am I correct in assuming you locked the Marauder shortly after we entered?”

You remember blindly slapping the controls to close and lock the gangplank shortly before you’d kissed him, so you nod. Suddenly, you feel Tech’s hands sliding to the small of your back, pressing your hips back close to his. The motion makes you gasp in surprise, and sputter out a sentence.

“Tech! You just said we should get back befo-” It seems like he’s changed his mind on the matter, making sure you grind against him, his cum still slick against your cunt.

“I believe we have a small amount more time still, I suggest we use it.”

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[moodymisty]

in the moody misty to request tech receiving a bj with unexpected deep throating… unless you’ve done smth similar pls link!! <33

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Author's note: In regards to Tech blowies I do have this one, but I'm a bona fide Tech stan, so here's a lil' somethin somethin~

Relationships: Tech/GN!Reader

Warnings: NSFW, Oral(male receiving), A tiny bit of surprise deepthroating

"Tech… Are you seriously not done reading all of that yet?"

It's the third time you've called his name, watching as he scrolls through document after research document on his datapad. His legs are covered by a thin GAR regulated blanket while that same blanket covers most of your body, leaning on your side and watching him. The others were off getting some food from the mess hall, meanwhile Tech decided instead to take a nap and you'd decided to stick around with him; Though it seemed nap apparently equaled to some 'light' reading. Kind of ironic, given out of everyone, you’d say Tech and Hunter needed rest the most.

"I'll be done momentarily."

Momentarily, he says. He’d said that ten minutes ago, and he said he was ‘almost done’ another ten minutes before that.

Call yourself impatient, but you're more than done waiting around for him to finish reading, whatever he's reading.

"You said that half an hour ago. Quit reading that silly trivia."

He almost instantly moves to defend his academic pursuits, as if it’s more concerning to him than whatever you’re getting up to.

Slipping down beneath the covers with Tech barely even notices your vanishing, as he’s too busy writing a note in his datapad to notice your outline shuffle over his left leg and in-between his knees. If he's not going to take a nap like he'd said, then you might as well also find something to keep you busy.

"It is not ‘silly’! Manaan is an incredibly ancient and secretive planet where very few outsiders have ever been able to vis-" He quickly stops once he fully realizes you've vanished, and feels the brushing of your body along his legs. His body adjusts and unconsciously his thighs spread just a bit to avoid squeezing you, which ends up working perfectly in your favor.

"What are you doing? I still haven't finish rea-"

Tech doesn't even have a chance to inquire about what you're up to before he feels your hands pulling at the groin of his flightsuit, clearly attempting to fish out his cock. He doesn’t really need to ask at this point, as your curious hands have more than made your ideas obvious.

He might've attempted to say your name and tell you to stop, that the barracks wasn't the place for this, but he doesn't have the time before you finally win your fight against his body glove and wrap a hand around his cock, feeling him twitch in your palm; Already wanting for more.

Gentle fingers wrapped around him he's hardening in your hand while you lean your mouth down to press your lips against his already leaking tip, listening to him let out a shaky moan. Gently wrapping your hand around what your mouth can’t handle you lick and suck until it feels like every inch of him is covered in your spit, his one leg giving a short kick; Heel digging into the thin mattress.

You hear something topple, and you can only assume that it's his datapad falling to the ground.

There's another noise; His head clearly thumping against the wall as your lips move further down along his cock, tongue pressed against the underside. A hand blindly feels along his own body looking for you, attempting to grasp at your wrist.

"The door isn't locked anyone could-"

Ignoring him and moaning as you take as much of him into your mouth as you can, his hips move and twitch while he grits his teeth. His cock twitches hot in your mouth, the salty taste of precum on your tastebuds.

Part of you might've almost wanted someone to come in; Considering how delightfully evil it would be to watch Tech have to hide and put himself back together in order to avoid getting caught completely red-handed.

Grasping his thighs with your hands you move your head just a little hit faster, teasing the tip of his cock with your tongue before dragging it along the underside of his shaft.

His lips suddenly sputter out your name, overwhelmed by the intense heat of your wet mouth.

Overtop of the thin blanket that's laying over your body, suddenly Tech's hands press hard on the top of your head, making you let out a surprised noise. He forces your mouth farther down on his cock and your eyes widen, nails digging into his thighs as he pushes his cock deeper into your mouth and closer to your throat. Spit pools faster in your mouth as he presses against your tongue, some trailing down your chin. After the sudden motion his hands soften up a bit and lets your head pull back a tad, but his hips twitching upwards negate most of it. It's like he's almost desperately trying to fuck your face, cock hot and throbbing in your mouth.

If you'd known he was so desperate, you would've done this earlier.

"I, I'm going to-" He's so caught up in the clouds he barely has the mouth to sputter out any words, leaning forward his stomach tightening as he finishes in your mouth.

You have to swallow quite quickly given he's still unconsciously putting a bit of pressure on your head, but not enough to make you struggle for air. Once he's done and you hear his heavy pants, You slowly pull your lips off of his softening cock with a wet 'pop'.

Tech then shortly thereafter lifts the edge of the blanket up enough to spot your face, seeing your face between his legs as you attempt to wipe the mess of spit and cum from the corners of your mouth; As well as seeing a tear rolling down the side of your nose as an unconscious response from him brushing against the back roof of your mouth. He adjusts the position of his goggles with a finger, while speaking to you.

"Oh, I- My apologies; I didn't mean to get that, forceful." Wiping off your chin you look up, shadowed by the small tent you're in.

"Just give me a bit of a warning next time? Didn't know you were that bad up..." Tech wears a surprisingly sheepish expression, behind his googles.

"I, wasn't aware either."

Considering how much of a genius Tech is, you don't think it'll ever not be entertaining how easy it is to make him think with his cock instead of that big brain of his, as he just becomes completely gormless.

"So, are you finished reading now?" Tech looks at his datapad, which is indeed on the floor, and debates for a moment.

"Perhaps, I can finishing reading it during one of the mealtimes tomorrow." His interest officially peeled away from literature he starts to move and fully take off his body glove, meanwhile you crawl upward to steal a kiss.

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[moodymisty]

Tech Projects

Author's Note: I honestly don't think I want season 2, because I'm pretty sure the minute I see Tech on screen I'll spontaneously combust.

Summary: It's always fun to watch Tech futz over his projects, even if you didn't quite understand how they all worked.

Relationships: Tech/GN!Reader

Warnings: None, just some tooth rotting fluff, and Tech supremacy

Word count: 1659

AO3 Link

Even with as many holodramas you’d watched, Tech working was by far more entertaining than the lot of them. Never would you have thought that watching Tech fix scanners and hyperdrives would be so, enthralling.

Maybe it was that new relationship bliss; Though you’d always found it enjoyable even before you’d managed that sloppy deceleration of feelings.

But you’d been wholly surprised when Tech had reciprocated, saying he’d felt the same, but had just assumed you would never like him that way. He’d found the likelihood of you being with a clone quite statistically small, and even if you did, figured you would go for someone more like Hunter.

You’d quite quickly refuted that notion, only having to tear your face away from his when Wrecker had crashed in moments later needing something fixed.

While Wrecker had been none the wiser at that time, it took only a few days for the rest of the batch to quite quickly catch on to what was happening. You’d never truly said anything, but it was just silently known. It didn’t help that both of you were absolutely the worst at keeping secrets, compounded only by the fact that someone else on the ship had beyond incredible hearing. There really wasn’t much of a chance of keeping it secret to begin with, given Hunter. If your quiet conversations didn’t prick his ears and cue him in, you constantly smelling like Tech would’ve.

At first you had both tried to pretend you weren’t romantic, but it was only a few days before Tech had absentmindedly kissed you on the cheek before leaving the ship for supplies and that whole attempt at a charade was instantly over.

But even before all of that, you’d always found watching Tech work-and by extension listening to his voice, incredibly enticing. His fingers were deft and able to fit in each nook and cranny, control panel or datapad, knowing exactly each and every movement to make and doing it with absolutely zero error. And during each motion he would always talk to himself, or as time had gone on and he’d gotten used to you hovering over or beside his shoulder, to you. Gods, you had a massive thing for nerds.

“So, what is it you're making this for again exactly?” Tech sighed, eyes glancing to the right towards you for only a second. “Have you already forgotten?” “Maybe?” Tech turned to fully face you before once again going back to his project. Reaching his right hand outward and taking one of the small screws from your cupped hand-he didn’t have anything that could hold them so they didn’t roll away-he sighed and pushed his goggles up with one finger. “Truly, we need to work on that memory of yours…” You just smiled and laughed, sounding incredibly pleased with yourself as Tech began re-explaining the intricacies of what he was working on. From overhearing him you’d learned a decent bit of the tidbits for Tech’s various works, but most of the actual technicals were still far out of your league. Tech still explained anyways, more so trying to give an overview then explain each individual function. As much as he would’ve wanted to. You wouldn’t have minded, his even-toned voice soothing away your stresses. You all certainly had a lot of them. But unbeknownst to both of you, Hunter was leaning against the wall between where you both were sitting and the cockpit, looking away from the scene playing out near him and rolling his eyes. In the very few holodramas episodes Hunter had ever seen, he hadn’t quite understood why people were so exasperated by other couples showing affection. Now he realized why people rolled their eyes and gagged at love-struck pairs.

You were staring at Tech like he was both the light of your life, and the most delicious piece of meat.

And as usual, Tech was absolutely none the wiser.

Hunter decided he was sick of watching this play out, walking over only to give Tech a large smack to the back of the head just as you’d opened your mouth. His head careened forward and he jolted in his seat, letting out a surprised noise. When he righted himself, he turned to look over his shoulder at Hunter and scowled. “And what was that for?” Hunter pointed in your direction, causing your eyes to widen as you were now suddenly under the spotlight. “Stop being an idiot, Tech.” Before he had a chance to elaborate, if he was even going to, Omega scowled at the scene in front of her. She must’ve heard something and came and saw Hunter give Tech a good clap at the perfect moment. “Hunter! Don’t just hit people!” Omega furrowed her brow, and continued to as Hunter spoke and ushered her away with him; A hand on her shoulder. “Believe me, I was helping him. You’ll understand later.” Wrecker could keep her distracted, and he wouldn’t have to explain why Tech had needed the smack in the first place. Hunter had enough issues to deal with, he didn’t need to delve into that sarlacc pit.

With Hunter now gone however, Tech spoke up again after adjusting his goggles.

“You were, going to say something?” He was looking right at you now, Hunter’s knock having given him the realization that you were smiling quite wide; And were quite close to him before you’d moved away to watch Hunter leave for the cockpit.

For all of Tech’s talk of ‘chemical reactions’ and ‘natural behaviors’, he hadn’t really realized how they actually felt. And how they overtook, at least in Tech’s case, almost all of your mind.

Tech had this to finish, yes; He’d been planning the schematics for it for days now, fussing over each and every wire and circuit to fit his exact specifications...

But when were you going to lean back against his shoulder?

“I was going to say you just look so handsome when you’re all,” You couldn’t find the right word, and just wildly gestured to his project, and himself. Hopefully it got the point across. Tech was bashful, but hid it well enough behind an attempt at his usual neutral and calculated expression and tinted goggles. They couldn’t hide the heat against his cheeks and neck, however. “When working on a project?” You shrugged. “Yeah, anything really; All the, sciencey stuff.” Tech couldn’t help the chuckle at ‘sciencey’. “And is that why you keep making me repeat everything?” Now it was your turn to laugh, brushing some hair from your face with a free hand. “Maybe.” “You could simply ask, I have no issue with one sided conversation; provided you find it pleasing.” Pursing your lips you faked contemplation, while scooting closer to him. “I could, but I think it’s funnier when you get all exasperated.” Tech tapped his tool against the counter and sighed. “Of course you think that. It seems I was incorrect in thinking you would be above pestering me.” Tech glanced towards the opposite corner of the table from him. “The thicker wire, please.” He had a small smile on his face, only fading when you handed him the small bundle of wiring and he got re-invested in his work.

“It’s probably just Wrecker rubbing off on me too much. Or maybe I just really enjoy it.” Taking another screw from your hand Tech used his feet to scoot the seat he was on closer. Getting a more clear look at the small areas he was working on, you moved closer as well; Tech unphased and even somewhat enjoying the feeling of your hovering around his side watching.

Meanwhile Echo, currently in the pilot’s seat during Tech’s temporary absence, leaned his elbow on the seat’s arm to look around at Hunter. He’d come in here and was now leaning against the wall behind the co-pilot’s seat, watching the area outside through the main viewport. The sun was beginning to set; Hunter would take a quick lap around the area they’d landed to check for anything out of the ordinary once they were fully down. Echo was the first one to break the silence, rolling his eyes.

“Do you think he’s done with that junk yet? I seriously need help fixing the boiler before we’re stuck taking ice showers and not just cold ones.” Wrecker groaned at that aspect, having stopped throwing his helmet in the air mindlessly while Omega tried to catch it. Hunter shook his head at Echo.

“Don’t bother; Those two are too busy nerding it up and fawning all over each other.”

Tech didn't look away from his hands for a moment, speaking up in response to them complaining.

“We can hear you, you know.” The others failed to answer back, but it was quite easy for you to hear them still grumbling. Tech had not a care beyond that initial comment, and continued working shortly thereafter.

Looking to do something else but not having enough hands to do so, Tech handed you a spare set of gloves, before gesturing to the table.

“Hold those wires in place, please? Those ones go on t-.” You rolled your eyes and moved to keep the exposed parts of each wire touching the correct portions.

“These are output wires and these are input. This is easy stuff, Tech.” He glanced over your hands and saw nothing wrong. He was however, getting an odd feeling in his chest after realizing you'd been paying attention to what he was saying all this time.

“It doesn’t hurt to review the basics.” Leaned to the side Tech pressed a kiss to your temple, before looking down and moving to grab the soldering iron.

Unable to not overhear the two of you Hunter groaned, and you could hear his head bump against the wall from where he was in the cockpit. To think, at first he'd been happy Tech had found someone.

“Get me off of this ship...”

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