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Tech (TBB) Fic Recs
I Think I Might Be In Love With You by @kaminocasey
Tech's Tattoos by @kaminocasey
Jealous? It's Obvious by @nahoney22
You Look Absolutely Irresistible by @nahoney22
Racing Ahead by @nahoney22
The Beginning of Something by @nahoney22
A Soft Touch by @nahoney22
Lighting Your Heart by @nahoney22
Companionable Silence by @thenonsensebatch
Guess I Waited To Long 2 by @originalcollectionartistry
Communication by @myoongiverse16
Making Eyes by @crosshairs-wife
Private Lesson by @moodymisty
Handling by @moodymisty
Jealousy by @hunnythebee
Terrible Liars by @photogirl894
Isn't It Obvious by @photogirl894
Secrets Out by @photogirl894
Over Drinks by @photogirl894
Glasses by @rainydaydream-gal18
Check Up by @rainydaydream-gal18
Over Doing It by @hunterssecretrecipe
Point Counterpoint 2 by @sporadicthingcollection
Star-crossed Lovers by @seriowan
Keep Me Close by @the-marshals-wife
The Three Kisses by @moonlight-sonata99
To Be Loved By Him by @starryevermore
Transparency by @pizza-writes
Tech Support by @techtalksfics
Talk Too Much by @writing-positivelyexisting
When He's Injured by @cl9neclubh9use
Seeing Double by @ghostofskywalker
Alone Together by @jedipoodoo
Alone Together by @eyecandyeoz
Domestic Tech by @wild-karrde
On my knees BEGGING you to please do a first kiss on the cheek/lips with all of clone force 99 with a female reader? I looove your work!! Thank you in advance and no worries if you don’t fancy doing this! I know a lot of people have already done this 😊
First Kisses
All Bad Batch Boys X F!Reader
warnings: first kiss on both cheek and lips. Some spontaneous kisses. Mutual pining and fluff. Female reader.
authors note: genuinely surprised I’ve not done this one yet! Enjoy anon. And thanks for the kind words.
Echo
On the cheek:
"Where is it?" you sighed in annoyance, rummaging through your belongings, turning the Marauder upside down and looking through every crook and nanny.
Cid had sent you back to the ship to retrieve a small trinket, literally the size of a pebble and one you all retrieved on a mission and the blame naturally fell on you for your occasional indulgence in things that didn't belong to you.
"Need some help?" Echo's voice broke through the frustration as he approached from behind. Glancing back, still on the floor, you offered a sheepish smile.
"Would you mind?"
"I wouldn't have asked if I did," he chuckled, his eyes gleaming. Could he be any more handsome?
Offering a silent expression of gratitude, you turned away to conceal the blush creeping onto your cheeks and resumed your search. It isn’t long until you heard a murmur of exclamation and Echo returning to you.
Rising to your feet, dusting off your knees from the floor's embrace of dirt, you brushed your hands against your thighs as Echo approached. "Please tell me you found it.”
To your delight, Echo revealed the small trinket nestled between his fingers.
"Found it," he smirked. His smile had a peculiar effect on you, making your knees momentarily weak.
"Echo," you sighed in relief, grateful that the mission hadn't been in vain, "I can’t thank you enough. Good to know this mission wasn’t for nothing.”
Accepting the trinket from him, you suddenly realized the proximity between you and Echo. "What would you do without me?" he quipped, his words laced with humor and yet tinged with sincerity.
Unable to resist the surge of emotions within you, you offered him a heartfelt smile, getting lost in the depths of his eyes. Without thinking, your hand found its way to his shoulder, and you leaned up to place a tender, lingering kiss on his cheek—a gesture that held a quiet intensity. "Thanks again," you murmured softly, observing his widened eyes for a fleeting reaction before turning away and making your way back to the parlor.
"Uh, y-you're welcome," Echo stammered, his response a mixture of surprise and confusion.
On the lips:
There was an undeniable tension between you and Echo after that brief kiss on his cheek. He initially thought it was a friendly gesture, but as he laid in his bunk and thought of the memory, he believed that the intensity in your eyes told a different story.
Days later, Echo mustered the courage to approach you when you were alone. Standing behind you, he hesitated, unsure of how to start the conversation.
Sensing his presence, you turned to face him. "Hey, are you okay?"
He paused for a moment, reminding himself that he had the nerve to ask why you had kissed him. Slowly, he spoke up. "I don't know... it just felt right," you shrugged casually, rocking back and forth on balls of your feet. "I would do it again."
A warm chuckle escaped Echo's lips, his eyes shining. "Ever thought about kissing me somewhere else?" His question was bold, and your wide eyes and growing smile hinted at a shared desire for perhaps a proper kiss.
You tilted your head, taking a small step closer. "Possibly. And you?" you asked, your voice filled with playful curiosity.
"More often than not," he replied, his voice lowering as his hand reached to cup your cheek. Simultaneously, you leaned in, your lips meeting in a soft and passionate first kiss. It surpassed all expectations, and in that moment, you knew there was something special between the two of you.
Hunter
On the cheek:
Hunter had always been your hero, coming to your rescue time and time again and today was no exception.
As the ground shook and buildings crumbled around you, Hunter swiftly grabbed hold of you, shielding you from harm. He held you so tightly that it felt like your ribs might crack, but you were grateful to be safe in his embrace rather than under a lot of debris.
After the terrifying ordeal had passed and the dust began to settle, both of you let out relieved sighs. "That was too close," he commented, surveying the area, but he hadn't released his hold on you just yet.
"Way too close," you agreed, suddenly aware of how intimately close he was and how many times he had saved you from danger. In that moment, you couldn't resist showing your gratitude. Gently, you lifted his helmet, revealing the exposed skin of his cheek. With tenderness, you leaned in and planted a soft kiss on his tattooed cheek. You were certain you heard him inhale sharply at the contact, but you quickly replaced his helmet before you could confirm his reaction. "Thanks for saving me. Again."
You gently pulled away from his grasp, setting off to resume the mission. You couldn't quite read his expression, but it seemed to be one of shock.
On the lips:
Barely a minute, perhaps even less than thirty seconds, passed before your lips met in a kiss. You heard a thud behind you, and as you turned, you saw Hunter dropping his helmet to the ground, making a beeline straight for you.
Without hesitation, he encircled his arms around your waist, pulling you back to him, and your lips found each other in a fervent union. It was a kiss filled with urgency, desire, and a longing that had been brewing for far too long.
"I couldn't go another day without kissing you," he rasped against your lips, his fingers digging into your waist as you melted into his embrace.
“What took you so long?” You grin agaisnt his smile.
Wrecker
On the cheek:
"Uh, Wrecker! I need some help!" It had been a few days since the Aggrocrabs wreaked havoc on the ship during our time on that tropical island. With Tech nursing a femur injury, he had entrusted you with the task of inspecting the external damage on top of the Marauder. However, as you climbed up, jotting down notes on any visible issues, your heart sank when you heard a clang. You turned to see that the ladder you had used to ascend was nowhere in sight.
In the distance, you spotted Wrecker lounging around, taking a much-needed break. There was a twinge of guilt for interrupting him, but you had to find a way down somehow.
At the sound of your plea for help, Wrecker quickly made his way over, chuckling as he observed your predicament. "Need help getting down, pretty girl?"
You suppressed the smile that threatened to spread across your face, trying not to melt at his charming flirtations. But deep down, you couldn't deny that you enjoyed it.
"Please. I think the ladder fell over there," you nodded, pointing in the direction where you last saw it. However, Wrecker made no move to retrieve it. Instead, he suggested that you should jump, assuring that he would catch you. Wide-eyed, you shook my head in disbelief. "No way! What if you drop me?"
"Would I ever? Seriously?" He let out a hearty laugh, assuming a position as if he was ready to catch your falling body. And despite the protests, he refused to back down.
So, fueled by determination, you braced myself for an uncomfortable landing and reluctantly took the leap of faith. Just as he promised, he caught you in his arms.
"See? I told ya that you'd be fine," he smirked, holding you in a bridal-style embrace. Though relieved that he caught you, you couldn't help but laugh, feeling a rush of emotions at the closeness between you both.
Without thinking, you leaned in and planted a gentle kiss on the scarred skin of his cheek. His eyes widened, and he began to stammer, unable to form coherent words. "Thanks for catching me," you whisper happily, hopping down from his arms, leaving a speechless Wrecker in your wake.
On the lips:
"Hey, would you like to go for a walk with me?" With confidence in your stride, a gentle smile on your face, and a glimmer of anticipation in your eyes, you approached Wrecker who was sat on his bunk.
"Yeah, sure," he grinned, rising from to his towering stance without hesitation.
Together, you embarked on quite a leisurely stroll through a quaint village, on Pabu, engaging in light conversation. It was evident that both of you wanted to address the unspoken tension between you, this kiss to be more forward, but a sudden wave of nervousness washed over you. You had harbored feelings for Wrecker for quite some time, and you desperately hoped that you had correctly interpreted the connection between you both. After all, he wasn’t exactly shy about hiding his feelings either.
Sensing your distraction, Wrecker tenderly took your hand in his, bringing you to a gentle stop. You turned to look up at him, and he tilted his head, his gaze filled with shyness. Despite his nerves, he reached out and tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear. "I haven't been able to stop thinking about the other day when you kissed me," he murmured softly, his eyes fixed on you.
You couldn't help but giggle, feeling a tinge of bashfulness at the reminder. "It was just a kiss on the cheek," you replied softly, your heart fluttering as his hand cupped your cheek.
"Yeah, I know, but..." He stumbled over his words, his nervousness palpable. Unable to resist after staring far too long at his plump lips, you stood on your tiptoes and pressed a gentle kiss to his lips, silencing his unfinished sentence. You were fairly certain he was going to ask you for a proper kiss, anyway.
He gasped softly at the unexpected sensation, but before you could pull away, he drew you closer, lifting you up and cradling you in his arms. With a hunger that mirrored your own, he deepened the kiss, savoring the taste of your lips just a little longer.
Tech
On the cheek:
"Tech, what's your type?" The question escaped your lips, fueled by the unspoken feelings you had harbored for him for what felt like an eternity. In the solitude of the cockpit, with only the two of you, you decided to take a chance and see if there was any possibility of him reciprocating your emotions.
"In what sense?" he inquired, engrossed in his data pad, as you swung gently back and forth in the seat beside him.
"In terms of dating," you replied slowly, your voice carrying a hint of vulnerability. You observed a brief widening of his eyes, although he didn't meet your gaze. "Personality, looks..."
Tech adjusted his goggles and tapped his leg nervously. "Those things are subjective. I believe it's essential to get to know someone before making any judgments. While I can appreciate physical appearance, a person's personality carries great weight for me." He responded honestly, stealing a sidelong glance at you to assess your reaction. "Why do you ask?"
You casually shrugged, not fully addressing the question you truly wanted to ask, yet also refraining from pressuring him. "Just curious."
As he observed your growing silence, his heart rate quickened, and he mustered the courage to continue. "If I were to pursue a romantic relationship, someone with a personality… like yours would be cherished the most."
A warm smile graced your lips as you looked down at your lap, feeling a mixture of joy and gratitude in response to Tech's sweet confession. "Thank you, Tech," you whispered softly, tilting your head towards him. To your surprise, you found him already gazing back at you, his own smile playing at the corners of his lips.
Just as Tech was about to reveal his thoughts on looks - in particular- your looks, the cockpit door swung open, and Hunter barged in, seeking your assistance with an urgent matter. Instantly, both you and Tech fell silent, nodding in response to Hunter's request. "Sure, I'll be right there," you quickly assured, rising from your seat and swiftly leaving the cockpit before Tech could utter another word.
Tech let out a sigh, closing his eyes and pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration at the untimely interruption. Unbeknownst to him, he remained unaware of the soft footsteps that stealthily approached him until he felt a gentle pressure against his cheek.
His eyes widened in awe as you pulled away, leaving him in a state of wonderment. A soft yet flirtatious smile graced your lips, and the realisation sank in— you had just kissed him on the cheek, a gesture he had never received until that very moment and left him rather speechless.
On the lips:
You couldn't help but notice Tech's lingering gaze on you, his eyes darting away whenever you caught him in the act. There was a certain flustered energy about him, especially after the kiss on the cheek that had caught him off guard. But you knew, you could sense the hidden glances and the unspoken attraction.
With a surge of boldness, you made your way towards him, clearing your throat to grab his attention. He looked up, almost too quickly, his hands betraying his nervousness as they fumbled behind his back. "Need anything?" he asked, trying to appear nonchalant.
"Not in particular," you smiled, leaning against the power console. "Just wanted to see how my favorite trooper is doing." The teasing in your voice was unmistakable, and you couldn't help but notice the telltale blush that spread across his cheeks. Yes, he definitely had it bad for you.
"Ah, I see. Well... I was going to pull you aside for a chat anyway," he spoke, and your heart skipped a beat as he hit the button to shut the cockpit door, hoping that this time there would be no interruptions.
"Oh yeah?" you raised an eyebrow, curiosity piqued. "What about?"
He took a step closer, breaking the invisible barrier between you both, and his breath brushed against your face, sending shivers down your spine. "I wanted to tell you what I find attractive in terms of looks, in response to your earlier question about dating."
You knew where this was heading, but you wanted to hear him say it. So, you played along, feigning ignorance. "I'm very interested to know," you hummed, tilting your head to the side, acutely aware of his fingers flexing, longing to touch you.
"If I were to date someone, I would want them to have your features. Your eyes, your smile... ideally, someone who looks like you," he confessed, puffing his chest out in an attempt to appear more confident. “Precisely you.”
Your heart swelled at his words, feeling a warmth spread through you. "And what if I told you that I'm looking for the same... someone who looks like you?"
He took another step closer, his hand finding its place on your waist. "Then it would please me greatly," he replied, his voice filled with sincerity.
A soft laugh escaped your lips as the two of you fell into a comfortable silence, locking eyes as if daring each other to make the next move. And to your pleasant surprise, it was Tech who took the plunge.
"Kiss me again," his voice was husky, his lips moist as he licked them in anticipation. "Please."
"I'll give you a real one this time," you whispered, closing the remaining distance between you. His lips eagerly met yours, and in that perfect moment, you both experienced the joy of a genuine first kiss, sealing your shared feelings.
Crosshair
On the cheek:
You find yourself chewing his ear off, rambling about everything and nothing in particular. Crosshair remains hunched over, a toothpick clenched between his teeth, showing minimal interest in your words. Finally, you come to a halt, exhaling deeply and leaning against the wall next to him. You shoot him a glance, feeling a pang of guilt. "Sorry. I guess I was rambling, huh?"
You have a soft spot for Crosshair, despite his intimidating demeanor. Once you get past his brooding exterior, you've discovered a sweeter side to him, hidden beneath the surface. So, the realisation that you may have just annoyed him for the past twenty minutes starts to gnaw at your mind.
"Just a tad," he responds, his voice carrying a hint of dryness.
You mutter a quiet "sorry" and fidget with your fingers, feeling a mix of regret and nervousness. Your tapping catches Crosshair's attention, and he swiftly places his hand over yours, halting your restless movements. His touch is firm yet gentle, and it immediately calms your racing heart.
"I like hearing you talk. So shut up apologising," he says, rolling his eyes. Despite his stern tone, there's a hint of tenderness in his words and the way he touches you.
The brief contact leaves you longing for more, but he pulls away just as quickly, returning to his previous stance. You both sit in silence for a few minutes until a wave of exhaustion washes over you, prompting a yawn and a stretch. "I think I'm going to get some sleep."
He simply nods, still gazing absentmindedly at the ground, his hands clasped together. "I, uh... thanks for listening to me, by the way. Not a lot of people do."
He grunts in response, his way of saying "you're welcome."
Seizing a moment of courage, you lean towards him, placing a soft kiss on his cheek as a gentle gesture of gratitude.
"Good night," you whisper, pulling away and watching as he looks up from the ground, trying to process what just happened, while you walk away. There was a small smile on his lips after you left.
On the lips:
The sound of Crosshair's voice startles you, causing you to turn your gaze towards him as he leans against one of the archways. His intense gaze is fixed on you, and it sends a shiver down your spine.
"Talk to me," he says, his words dripping with silkiness. You feel a mixture of confusion and flustered nerves at his command and sudden presence.
"About what?" you ask, your voice gentle as you tilt your head to the side. But your words falter as he approaches, his tall figure casting a captivating aura.
"Anything. Anything you want to," he replies, his voice low and calm. Suddenly, all your thoughts and words seem to vanish, leaving you speechless. He stands before you, his eyes hooded, staring down at you with an irresistible intensity. "Can't think of anything? How about you tell me why you kissed me on the cheek?" he continues, his voice laced with intrigue.
Your eyes widen, surprised that he would bring up the kiss so soon. You find yourself shrugging and stumbling over your words, unable to form a coherent response. "Funny. I spent a long time wanting to shut you up with a kiss," he starts, and his words make your legs turn to jelly. "And now you won't even say anything."
You lick your lips nervously, your fingers fidgeting in your hands. "So, you want me to talk so you can... kiss me?" you manage to stammer out.
"Yes," he confirms.
"I don't know what you want me to say. I just... I just wanted to kiss—" Before you can finish your sentence, his lips are on yours, fulfilling your unspoken desire. One hand rests on your waist, while the other tugs at your top, drawing you closer. You moan into the kiss, your eyes fluttering closed as his dominant lips dance with yours.
He eventually pulls away, his forehead resting against yours. "I've wanted to do that for a while, sweetheart," he confesses, his voice filled with longing.
Masterlist
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The Bad Batch/Star Wars Fanart Masterlist - 2023
Modern AU - Bad Batch
Hallway Timelapse
Aquarium
Omega's Room
Road Trip
Nightmare
Pumpkin Carving
Movie Night
A Typical Morning
Soccer
Backyard Camping
Clone Cadets
2023
Through the Ages
Do you Blame Yourself?
Hunter Animation
Sneaking A Movie
Redrawn Cadets
Hurt Tech - TW Blood
Art Challenges/Requests
Wrecker and Tookas
Bad Haircuts
Crosshair Hug
Character Art
2023
TBB Poster
Happy Tech
Season 3 Tech
Cross and Omega S3
Dr.Hemlock
Tech's Fall
Crosshair In Cell
TBB x Vox Machina
Omega and Lyanna
Crosshair Wings
Echo and Omega Hug
Aftermath of Episode 8
Tech and Omega Talk
A cursed creation
Shopping
Character Lineup
Comic Cover
Haircut
Omega Stargazing
Fanfiction Fanart
What it Means to be a Buir
These Silver Linings
Stick Together
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Peace
Cal Kestis x f!reader
Warning: Smut but very soft smut, oral f! receiving, unprotected sex, grammar errors, No spoiler for Jedi survivor
Cal's only dream was to live in peace with you. To live on a planet away from the Empire. One they’d never find. Where he couldn't be hurt and, more importantly, you wouldn't get hurt. Maybe have a kid or two, but he would be more than content with just you and BD.
You and Cal had been in this fight for too long. Sure, it had its good times. Cal was sure you and BD could make any bad day better. Even when he was bleeding from a blaster shot, he truly believed your soft hand was all he needed to fix it (which was not true, he needed a stim, a bottle of bacta spray, and 20 stitches).
“Cal?” you ask quietly, rubbing your eyes gently to try to wake yourself up. “Go back to sleep,” he whispered gently, cradling your head. “Kinda hard when your staring at me,” you smile lovingly, Cal laughs.
“Just so beautiful,” he mummers, playing with a strand of your hair. “What’s on your mind?” you ask, knowing he's thinking about a lot more than your sleeping form. “Just our future.” he answers, his fingers finding their way to your scalp as he massages gently. “How do you see our future?” you try to pry, he smiles. “Always so snoopy,” he teases you, kissing your forehead. “If i was snoopy I would have read your thoughts by now,” you respond. He tilts his head.
“You know, having a home where we can be safe, having time to relax, spend more personal time together.” He throws in a wink at the end, “maybe get married,” he adds
“You’d want to marry me?” you ask, a slight blush appearing on your cheek. “Of course,” he answers, draping your thigh over his body. His fingers slowly move back and forth between your upper and lower thigh. He moves to kiss you, and you gladly return it. As the kiss deepens, he moves between your legs. Moments like this were rare for you and Cal, you never had too much time, and when there was, you both were too sore and bruised to want to do anything except cuddle up and go to sleep.
Cals kisses made their way down to your neck, causing you to giggle. His fingers found the bottom of your shirt, hinting he wanted it off. You obliged, lifting up your arms in response. The moment your shirt was off, Cal's mouth found its way to your nipple. His tongue circled it. This was all Cal wanted to be able to suck on your breast while you rutted against each other. He was always infatuated with your breast. He was ashamed of it and still partly is. He just can’t take his eyes away from them when you are showing just the tiniest bit of cleavage. Just the thought of cuddling into your breast gives him instant relaxation. But Cal was on a mission to please you, and if you keep rutting against him, he will not last long.
He moves his mouth down, kissing you all the way down to your panties, and his fingers drag down until they're on the floor. “This okay?” he asks before attaching his mouth to your clit. “More than okay, Cal” he wasted no time after those words fell from your mouth. His hot tongue circling your clit makes you arch your back. Your hands make their way to his red hair as you pull him as close as humanly possible to you. His short beard is rough against your inner thigh, and you are sure it will irritate your skin. But for now, you can't bring yourself to care. Your thighs close around his head. You aren't quite sure how Cal is breathing, but how his tongue darts in and out tells you he's doing okay. “Cal,” you moan, “gotta stop baby.” you moan, your hands not letting go of his hair even with your brain telling you to let go.
Cal's head pops up, “Kinda hard to stop when youe body keeps forcing me back down,” he laughs. The bottom half of his face is soaked in your juices. You pull him to you, giving him a kiss. “Need you inside me,” you whisper. Cal gives you a quick smile before going back to work. His big red tip looks painful and makes you feel bad for making him wait this long. Not that Cal minded. Your pleasure would always come first to him, no matter how much pain he endured.
Before Cal's tip reached your entrance, you stopped him, instructing him to sit. You straddle his waist, guiding his cock into you. You both let out a moan at the sensation. “Never let me take care of you…” you begin, “Let me take care of you… Like you do me,” you whisper in his ear. Leaving sloppy kisses on his neck. “Yes, Maam’ he responds. Your arms wrap around his neck as your start bouncing. His hands are firm on your waist, trying his best not to help you. Not that you needed it. You were doing amazing. Pleasing him more than he ever thought was possible. He had this urge and instinct to help you with every little thing, even when he knew you could handle it. But he had to control it this time, in fear if he helped you, he would be forced to take his hands off your waist.
“Mmm, close,” you moan. Your movement is slowing down and getting sloppy. “Cum for me,” he responds, brushing your hair from your face. “Not before you,” you cry, tears falling down your face. Trying your best not to cum on his cock, but it all feels too good. Cal's heart breaks at the sight of you crying in pain. “At the same time then, okay?” he brushes your tears away. You nod, pulling him as close to you as possible as you both come undone. Cal's hands rub up and down your back, “So good,” he whispers, leaving kisses near your jawline.
Stuff I Wrote /Masterlist Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
Part 5
Ko-Fi (If you feel like giving me some coffee)
THE BAD BATCH AND OTHER CLONES
The Bad Batch
Three Is The Magic Number (Tech x FemReader x Crosshair Smut Oneshot 18+)
Theme Park (Headcanons)
Your Birthday (Smut 18+ including Rex Headcanons)
Grief And Comfort (Headcanons)
Clones asking you for a date (approaching you) at the 79’s:
Pregnant Reader And Toddler HC's The Bad Batch x Drunk Reader HC's
The Bad Batch (+Rex) x Reader - Proposal
The Bad Batch x Reader - Being Protective
The Bad Batch x Reader - Cuddle HC's
The Bad Batch X Reader Spicy HC's The Bad Batch x Reader - Fight And Make Up HC's
The Bad Batch + GNReader - Jealousy HC's
The Bad Batch x GN Reader - The Movies HC's
The Bad Batch Spicy HC's 2
The Bad Batch x f!Reader - The First Time HC's
The Bad Batch x Reader - What Makes Them Fall In Love With You HC's
The Bad Batch x GNReader - Taking Care HC's
The Bad Batch x Reader - "You're Pretty" HC's
The Bad Batch x Reader - First Time Naked HC's
The Bad Batch x PlusSize Reader HC's
The Bad Batch x Reader MakeUp/Cosmetics/Outfit HC's
The Bad Batch Spicy HC's 3
The Bad Batch (+ Rex and Fives) Own Room HC's
The Bad Batch (+Rex + Fives) - Body Care HC's
The Bad Batch x F! reader - Spicy HC's 4
The Bad Batch x Reader - Unexpected First Kiss HC's
The Bad Batch x F!Reader with Tattoos
The Bad Batch x GN Reader - At The Beach HC's
The Bad Batch x Reader- First Time HC's 2
The Bad Batch x Fem!Reader - Spicy HC's 5
The Bad Batch x Reader - Book And Relax HC's
The Bad Batch x Fem!Reader - Spicy HC's 6 - Turn Ons
The Bad Batch x Reader With Chronic Pain Condition
The Bad Batch x Reader - Spicy HC's 7 - No Climax
The Bad Batch x Reader - Taking Care HC's 2
The Bad Batch x Fem!Reader - Spicy HC's 8 - Shower Time
The Bad Batch Suggestive HC's - More Little turn ons
The Bad Batch x Fem!Reader HC's - Basic Instinct
The Bad Batch x Fem!Reader In Labor HC's
The Bad Batch x Fem!Reader - Spicy HC's 9 - Close Encounters
The Bad Batch x Afab!Reader - Period HC's
The Bad Batch - Some Headcanons I Don't Know How To Call
The Bad Batch x Reader - Mourn You
The Bad Batch x Reader With Trypanophobia HC's
The Bad Batch x Fem!Reader - Spicy Headcanons 10 - Submission
The Bad Batch x Fem!Reader - Falling In Love For The First Time
The Bad Batch x Reader - Gifts And Tokens Of Appreciation
The Bad Batch x Reader - Memory Foam Mattress Madnes
The Bad Batch x fem!Reader (Poly) Smut Short Fic - Truth Or Dare Part 1 Of 3
The Bad Batch x Fem!Reader Spicy Headcanons - Relax The Boys
The Bad Batch x Reader - Comforting Omega
The Bad Batch x Fem!Reader - Baby Kickin'
The Bad Batch - Dancing HC's
The Bad Batch x Short Reader HC's
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TBB FF x OCThe Bad Batch - No Payne No Gain 1 - The Meeting
All Following Parts Are Linked in Part 1
Tech Oneshots
A Night At The Bonfire (18+ Fluffy Smut Oneshot)
Confidence (18+ Smut Oneshot)
Shy Tech (A Little Fluff No Warnings)
Rough Nights (Comfort/Fluff/Suggestive)
Can We Do This Again? (GN reader Fluff)
I Can't Let You Give Up (Hurt/Comfort/ Mind The Warnings)
Oblivious (Fluff Oneshot x GN!Reader)
Soft Like A Feather, Hard Like A Diamond (Smut Oneshot 18+)
Distractions (Smut Onehsot 18 +)
Tech Fanfiction
Thank you For Loving Me (FF with Fluff/Smut and more
Nervous Flutter
All Following Parts Are Linked in Part 1
The Clone And The Gray (ff with Smut/Fluff and More 18+)
Please Stay
All Following Parts Are Linked in Part 1
Echo Oneshots
The Touch Of A Hand (Fluff/Suggestive)
Echo x F!Reader - From Innocent To Sensual Love (Smut/Fluff 18 +)
Echo x fem!Reader - The Light In The Darkest Of Nights - Short, Soft One-shot
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Echo Fanfiction
There For You 1 - I'll Stay With you (Fluff/Comfort)
All Following Parts Are Linked in Part 1
Crosshair
Kiss It Better (Smut 18+ One Shot)
The First Time (Smut 18+ One Shot)
Be Your Own Best Friend (xGN reader Hurt/Comfort Oneshot)
Thanks For The Lesson (Smut 18+ One Shot)
Mor Than You Can Chew (Smut 18+ One Shot)
Father Figure Crosshair x Reader - Know Your Worth
Unlike What You Thought (Short FF)
My Beloved Enemy
xfem!reader FF 18+Part 1 - Crash Landing
All Following Parts Are Linked in Part 1
My Beloved Enemy Vol.2 All Following Parts Are Linked in Part 1
Hunter
Animal (Smut 18+ Oneshot)
Breeding You (Smut Oneshot 18+)
Your Scent (Soft Oneshot)
Hunter x Fem!Reader - Out Of Control - Smut One Shot
Dirty Little Thief (FF 18+)
All Following Parts Are Linked in Part 1
Enemy Mine (FF18+)
All Following Parts Are Linked in Part 1
Wrecker
So Big So Soft (x fem!reader Short Fic 18+)
Little Cooking Fairy (SMUT 18+ Short Oneshot)
Wrecker x Reader - Soft One-Shot- Down To Cuddle Town
Captain Rex
How Could I Ever Forget You (Smut Oneshot 18+)
In Love And War (FF 18+)
Fives
xfemReader FF
Soldier Boy
All Following Parts Are Linked in Part 1
One-Shots
Fives x Reader – Hurt/Comfort – The World May Collapse
x female reader
ARCANE
Silco
(FF 18+)
Little Flower (Smut 18+)
All Following Parts Are Linked in Part 1
Reminders
Tech x Reader
@clonexreaderbingo
Square filled: sickness
Word count: 363
Warnings: very mild sickness (as one might imagine) but it is not life threatening
“Tech,” you chided. “You really need to get back to bed.”
“Don’t be ridiculous, cyare. I am perfectly fine,” Tech said, rolling his eyes. “In fact, the idea of you holding me prisoner here is absolutely ludicrous.”
“Oh ‘ludicrous’ is it? And what is it you’re planning on doing once you escape?”
“I need to perform a few repairs to the Marauder’s cooling system,” he prattled as he started to walk around the living room of your house. “Not to mention the screen of the navigational computer is acting up again.”
You leaned against the doorway to your bedroom, watching your partner walking in circles as he searched.
“What are you looking for, love?”
Tech scowled at you. “My goggles,” he sighed. “It’s somewhat difficult to find them when I can barely see.”
“Darling?” your tone was gentle, but full of amusement.
“Yes, cyare?”
“Are these the goggles you’re looking for?” You asked, holding up his signature yellow lenses by the strap. “These ones, that you asked me to hold on to so that you wouldn’t lose them?”
Tech closed the distance, taking the item in his hands. “Yes, these are what I was looking for, however I do not recall asking you to hold them.”
“Okay,” you smiled. “And those repairs?”
“Yes, I must be on my way to the port. Maker only knows what shortcuts Hunter and Echo are teaching Omega.”
“Tech,” you said, grabbing his arm to stop his forward motion. “Echo’s on a mission with Rex, and Wrecker took Omega on that fishing trip?”
Tech blinked at you. “Then Hunter-”
“-is enjoying some well-earned relaxation time with his riduur. They took the ship to that island Omega and Lyana found, remember?”
Tech’s face displayed a wide array of emotion, bouncing between confusion, searching his memory, followed by confusion, frustration, and more confusion.
“And I-”
“-have a temperature of 101 and need to go back to bed so the medicine can do it’s work.”
Tech was quiet for a long moment, grumbling to himself. “We have already had this conversation today, haven’t we?”
“Yes, dear,” you grinned. “Four times.”
“Cyare?”
“Yes, Tech?”
“I hate getting sick.”
“I know, darling.”
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If you gave the clones flower, like a bouquet of flowers, what do you think their reactions would be?
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Oh this is fun! I made this into a Clone x Reader HC/Drabble thing and got a bit carried away.
Warnings: None. Mentions of kissing. Established relationship. Reader not described. Didn’t proofread, sorry. 😅
The Bad Batch + Bonus Rex under the cut! Hope you enjoy my ramblings~
💋💐 You Give The Bad Batch (+Rex) Flowers Headcanons/Drabble 💋💐
Hunter
He’s confused at first, wondering why you are holding a handful of flowers out toward him.
You tell him you thought of him when you saw the flowers. They made you happy, so you hoped they’d make him happy, too.
Hunter accepts them, not used to receiving gifts, especially thoughtful ones like this.
He’s so used to giving, leading, bearing responsibility, it catches him off guard how nice it feels to be taken care of in return.
The flowers smell sweet, reminding him of you.
He smiles and cups your chin gently, bringing you in for a passionate kiss, feeling some of his stress melt away.
“Thank you, mesh’la. They are beautiful, just like you. What would I do without you looking out for me?”
He tucks one of the flowers into his hair above his ear, wearing it the rest of the day, his thoughts never straying from you.
Crosshair
You hold a flower out to him, and he just stares at you.
“What are you doing?” He finally speaks.
“I’m giving you a flower.”
Crosshair raises an eyebrow, chews his toothpick, hesitantly taking it from you.
He asks what he’s supposed to do with it.
You roll your eyes and tell him it’s a gift.
“I saw it and thought of you.”
Crosshair doesn’t know how to respond or react at first, being given a kind gift was never something he experienced.
You get slightly annoyed and insecure at his silence, knowing this was a dumb idea in the first place.
You quickly turn from him, mumbling under your breath that it was a stupid thought and that you’ll leave him alone, embarrassment heating your cheeks.
You avoid him all day. Why did you think he’d want a flower of all things?
When you retreat to your bunk that night, a beautifully arranged bouquet of flowers is resting on your pillow with a small note. “Thinking of you, too.”
Wrecker
He is THRILLED when you hand him over a large bouquet of flowers.
Wrecker picks you up and hugs you, almost crushing the bouquet between the two of you.
“All of these are for me?” He suddenly becomes a little sheepish, since he wasn’t expecting such a sweet gesture from you.
“They are bright and wonderful, so I thought of you when I saw them.” You smile as Wrecker’s ears turn red at your admission. He kisses you softly, thanking you for the flowers.
Wrecker places the flowers in the cockpit of The Marauder where everyone can see them, proudly and lovingly exclaiming they were from you when his brothers asked.
He keeps one flower in his utility belt, smiling all day whenever he sees it.
Tech
Tech doesn’t quite understand the gesture at first.
He inspects them, beginning to spout facts about each flower, assuming you were giving them to him for research.
You giggle, telling him they weren’t for research, just as a gift.
“What an interesting sentiment. You went out of your way to choose these just for me? To keep as a gift?” He cocked his head, the gears turning in his head.
“Ah, it’s symbolic of how you feel for me. I understand now. Thank you, my dear.”
Tech kisses you sweetly as you smile, and carefully places the flowers on his workbench to look at while he tinkers.
Tech begins a deep dive into researching flowers, analyzing your favorite colors, scents, and specific flower meanings to reciprocate the gift. He wants to give you the perfect arrangement to symbolize his affection for you in return.
He preserves the flowers you gave him so he can always be reminded of your love.
Echo
You tell Echo to close his eyes, saying you have a surprise for him.
He smiles, giving you a look, but obliges.
“Ok, open them!
He sees you holding out flowers, offering them to him. He smiles softly, his eyes widening in surprise.
“Are these for me?” He asks, gently taking them from your hand, not quite believing he deserves such a delicate and beautiful gift.
Even though you and Echo have been together for awhile, he still harbors insecurities about his body.
“I thought you might like them.” You say. “You’re always doing so much for me, you deserve something nice, too.”
Echo brings you into an embrace, not knowing how he was so lucky to have someone as special as you.
“Thank you, mesh’la. They mean a lot to me, just like you.”
Echo places the flowers in his bunk, gazing at them as you fall asleep curled up next to him.
You saw beauty in him when he didn’t, and the flowers meant more to him than you’ll ever know.
Rex
You’ve noticed Rex was stressed (more than usual) and wanted to get him something nice.
When you hand him the flowers, Rex (internally) panics.
He thinks he missed your anniversary or some other important event. Why else would you be giving him something as nice as flowers?
You can see the panic flash in his eyes, and you immediately tell him the flowers were just for fun. A gift to show him how much you love him, that’s all.
They were blue, matching his 501st colors.
Rex relaxes, now overwhelmed with feeling at the romantic gesture from you.
“You’re always thinking of me, cyare. How can I repay you?”
“I can think of a few ways. How about we start with a kiss?”
Rex smirks as he wraps you in a warm embrace, kissing you tenderly. How did you always know exactly what he needed?
He tucks one of the flowers in his breastplate, wearing your love for all to see.
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the bad batch as romance tropes
a/n: if this has been done before, i had no intentions of using other ideas! i just think that there should be more fluffy thoughts about the bad batch (pics not mine)
crosshair: enemies to lovers!! this man is secretly a romantic at heart and you can't convince me otherwise 😌 definitely the type to hate you at first and slowly fall in love, but obviously doesn't want to admit to himself that he's in love.
tech: best friend/accidentally in love! tech has the vibes that you are both strictly best friends, where you help him and he helps you; but one day he just falls for you 😭 you have no idea what you did besides fix the ship's issue, but whatever it was, tech is for sure in love with you now
echo: meet cute!! our favorite arc trooper literally fell for you...he tripped on air. we love him tho! he’s such a sweetheart and a classic romantic. takes you on dinner dates and gives you flowers all the time
wrecker: mistaken identity! don’t get me wrong tho, he doesn’t realize you’re a good guy at first…you just looked scary and well, evil. he only realized he liked you when you blew up an empire frigate but he’s never mistaken you for anything; he practically knows you by your presence 🥹
hunter: hero! Mr. knight in shining armor saved you from literally falling to your death 🥰 he’s the type to put his whole life on the line if it meant you would live! you’re his whole world fr
Laundry Day (Cal Kestis x reader)
Summary: Cal can’t always control when his psychometric powers grant him a glimpse of the past. And even less so when the object holds a powerful emotional echo.
Or: Cal picks up the shirt you masturbated in.
Warnings: NSFW 18+ MINORS DNI; afab!reader but no pronouns used; no use of y/n; porn with some plot; hints of voyeurism if you squint; sub!Cal if you squint; first kiss; first time; hand job; masturbation; if I missed anything please let me know!
A/N: This is shameless and self-indulgent and hastily written before the motivation left. I will not apologize.
Word Count: 2,205
Read it here on AO3!
NSFW below the cut!
You clench your jaw, the damp fabric of your shirt caught between your teeth as you struggle to keep quiet. But gods your fingers feel so good circling your clit and you’re absolutely soaked right now and you have to be quiet because Cal is sleeping in the room across the hall.
The thought of Cal overhearing your late-night activities makes your pussy clench around nothing. Eyes falling shut, you gather some more wetness and press more firmly on that bundle of nerves that has you on fire. Images of Cal’s toned forearms, freckled face, powerful thighs flash through your mind. You stifle a groan.
This is so bad, and you know it. You shouldn’t be getting off to the thought of your friend—never mind the fact that he’s a Jedi. But even when he’s only hidden behind a few thin durasteel walls, he occupies your mind. The way his eyes dance with fiery determination when a new opportunity to strike against the Empire arises. The way his plush lips curve up into sarcastic smiles at your jokes. His tenderness with BD. His softness with you.
And that’s what gets you all riled up in the first place: it’s just how genuinely good Cal Kestis is. There’s not a mean bone in his body. He takes care of you, and you of him, and the domesticity of it all drives you absolutely insane.
Which leads you here. You finally plunge two of your fingers into your tight, wet heat, imagining—wishing—it was Cal’s fingers instead. Exhaling a shaky breath, you crook your fingers up against the spongy wall of your cunt and press. Your hips rock involuntarily, and the added friction against your clit has your toes curling. You breathe deep through your nose, loosening your muscles as the wave of pleasure zinging through you crests.
And you cum, teeth unlatching from your shirt as you gasp out Cal’s name.
Once the aftershocks die down, you shuck the shirt off over your head, the neckline entirely damp with your now-cooling saliva. The temperature is uncomfy; you snatch a clean shirt from beneath your bunk to wear instead. Tossing the soiled shirt toward your growing laundry pile, you settle down under the covers at last, curling on your side as sleep finally, finally takes you.
The next morning when you wake, the comforting hum of the hyperdrive engine is silent. You must’ve arrived at your next destination while you slept. Good. Even though it’s only been you and Cal for about a year now, you still try to keep some extra supplies on board in case any of the old crew decide to rejoin you and Cal. And after your last run-in with the Empire, forcing you into hiding for a standard month, all of your supplies are low. You’ll use this opportunity to restock.
But first, you need to wash up. The lights on both Cal’s door and the ’fresher are green, meaning he’s probably up in the cockpit with BD. Slipping into the ’fresher, you lock the door behind you and turn the knob to heat the water up. Your sleep clothes crumple to the floor as you shuffle out of them, trying to focus on creating a mental list of the supplies you’ll need to pick up today. Yet, your traitorous mind keeps drifting back to your solo fun last night—heat throbbing between your legs at just the thought of how hard you came—and you shake your head angrily at yourself.
“Get a grip,” you grumble.
As if summoned by your thoughts, there’s a knock at the door. You jump. Your heart hammers in your throat.
“Kriff, Cal, you scared me,” you call through the door.
“Sorry,” he calls back, and you hear the genuine regret in his voice. “I just wanted to check to see if you had any laundry? It’ll be a bit before we’re able to get it done after today.”
“Good thinking,” you say. “There’s a pile on my floor. I can get it, though; don’t worry about my stuff.”
He doesn’t respond, and you visualize the sardonic, two-fingered salute he’s recently gotten in the habit of giving. A smile quirks your lips.
A smile that is quickly obliterated as a jolt of pure anxiety bursts through you. Gods, knowing Cal, he’s already gone to grab your dirty laundry, and the shirt—the fucking shirt—is right on top, and you know he can’t always control his psycho-Force-whateveritscalled powers.
The ’fresher door slams open and you dash across the narrow hall to your room.
To your horror, Cal is in fact there, gathering your clothes from the floor, and the warning to wait gets choked in your throat as he grabs the shirt on the top of the pile, the one that’s surely still damp with your spit and sweat.
His entire body stiffens, eyes widening, his grip on the other clothes going limp as he experiences the Force echo you’ve left behind. Feeling like you’ve been doused in gasoline and ice at the same time, it finally registers for you that you’re naked in front of Cal fucking Kestis and he’s feeling you cum to the thought of him.
“Cal, I—”
“Oh.” The strangled moan that tears from his throat has your mind reeling, never in a million years imagining that you’d ever hear him make such a lewd noise, let alone in reaction to you.
You reach for him, placing a shaking hand on his arm. “Are- Are you okay?”
He blinks and seems to physically re-enter this current moment. His cheeks are bright pink, his chest heaving. At his wide-eyed once over of your naked form, your knees nearly give out.
“I’m so sorry,” you continue. Panic seizes at your lungs, making it hard to breathe. “I shouldn’t have- I should have- I’m so so sorry, Cal, I can leave if you want—”
“Hey.” He rests both of his large, warm hands on your bare shoulders, forcing you to look him in the eye. “Deep breaths. I’m not- I’m not mad.”
“You’re not?” You try to catch your breath, but the darkening of his green eyes has your breath catching for an entirely different reason now.
He shakes his head. “How long?”
Chewing at the inside of your cheek nervously, you drop your gaze. “Months. Since we first met.”
Gently, he guides your chin up so that you meet his gaze again. His eyes are soft—darker than usual, yes—but there’s that familiar softness to them that unwinds some of the tension in your chest. He holds your gaze long enough for your heart to stop pounding, but you can’t will away the swirling pit of regret pulling at your insides. He’s not mad, which is great, but he’s still not said anything and you can’t figure out what he might say or what he’s feeling or—
“Can I kiss you?”
You blink dumbly. “What?”
A faint smile ghosts over his features. “Can I kiss you?”
“Oh gods yes,” you squeak out.
A true smile tugs at his lips, and then slowly, giving you ample time to change your mind and pull away, he leans down, one hand supporting the back of your head, the other cupping your cheek. Your eyes close and you stand on your toes, meeting him halfway.
His lips are as soft as you imagined, and you can’t help the needy whine that escapes you as he pulls you flush against him. Your bare, heated skin presses against the leather of his chest piece, tantalizing against the sensitive skin of your breasts. Snaking one hand up into his silken hair, your other grips at his muscled bicep, grounding yourself. His mouth moves slowly against your own.
This is really fucking happening.
He breaks the kiss, but doesn’t go far, resting his forehead against your own. You peer up through your eyelashes at him.
“I take it you feel the same?” you ask, breathless.
“Since we met,” he affirms in a low tone. His thumb brushes over your bottom lip, and you catch the digit between your teeth and suck. He groans. “Gods, if I’d known...”
You just hum, swirling your tongue around his thumb until he withdraws, only to kiss you again. Electricity feels like it dances along your skin where he touches you. Blindly, you tug him backwards with you until your legs hit the bunk. Lowering yourself, he follows, bracing himself over you with his forearms to either side of your head, caging you in. With a soft moan, you hook a leg over his hips and drag him down to you. The friction of his clothes against your aching core makes you hiss.
“Fuck, take these off, please,” you plead, tugging with weak fingers at his shirt.
He sits up just long enough to rip the offending garments off, and you practically drool at the sight of his toned chest as it is revealed to you. Scars litter the otherwise smooth alabaster, and you know you’ll take your time at a later date tracing them, committing them to memory. Right now, though, your attention is drawn farther down as he shimmies out of his pants. His hard cock, the tip a gorgeous shade of pink, bobs as it comes free of its confines.
“Oh gods,” you groan. “May I?”
“Please.”
You’ve never heard his voice so strained before, and you are nothing if not eager to continue drawing sounds from him. Wrapping your fingers tentatively around the hot shaft of his dick, you hum in delight at the way he twitches in your grip. You slowly work his cock, eyes trained on his face, catching every flutter of his eyelashes, every time he bites his lip, every miniscule reaction you can possibly gain from him.
“I want you inside me,” you say.
He groans. “I- I’ve never—”
“It’s alright,” you soothe. You release him for a moment to gather some of the slick from between your folds—and can’t resist rubbing your pussy for just a few seconds, letting a broken moan fall from your lips. Then you use the slick to lube his dick up.
“C’mere,” you say, your legs widening for him to slot in between. “I’ve got you. Say the word and it all stops.”
“I want this,” he says, eyes trained on yours as he settles himself between your thighs. “I want you.”
You hum in delight and, guiding him, line his cock up with your neglected entrance. Wrapping your legs around him, you press down with your heels to push him into you.
His head falls to your shoulder with a broken, gasping moan. You clench at the burning stretch of him filling you, nails digging into his smooth skin. He’s not even touched you, barely begun to fuck you, and you’re already ready to cum.
“Cal,” you murmur, caressing his back, “you okay?”
“S’alot,” he mumbles against your skin. “Can I—?”
“Yes, please.” You press a kiss to his shoulder. “Make love to me, Cal.”
With a whine, he slowly withdraws, every ridge and vein of his cock dragging deliciously on your walls, and then pushes back into you just as slowly. You moan with him at the sensation of filling and being filled, unsure where you begin and he ends, lost in the feeling of just him. He sets a languid pace, kissing your neck, murmuring sweet words in your ear: “You feel so good. Take me so well. Fuck, I needed this. Needed you.”
When he adjusts his grip on you, reaching beneath your body to support your hips, you laugh breathlessly.
“Gonna cum like this.”
He bites down on the sensitive juncture between your neck and shoulder as he snaps his hips against yours, making you cry out. The agonizingly slow pull out, the moment’s pause where only his tip remains in your dripping pussy, and then the overwhelming burst of pleasure as he slams back into you: it’s all you know. It’s all you’ve ever known, all you ever will know. You babble praises, begging, pleading with him, the coil in your belly growing tighter and hotter the harder he fucks into you.
“Can feel you’re close,” he slurs. “Cum for me. Please.”
That’s what does it, hearing him beg for you to cum on him. You go rigid, white flashing in your eyes as the tight coil snaps. Pleasure floods through you, and dimly you’re aware of Cal growling against your ear as he rocks you through it, his promises of cumming in you only serving to draw out the shockwaves of your orgasm. You think you scream. And then, when you feel his dick pulse as he goes absolutely still, you cum again.
He’s laughing when you come down from your high. He remains in you even as he begins to go soft, his giddy, breathless giggles pure music to your ears.
“What’s so funny?” you ask, twirling a strand of his hair between your fingers.
“I just— this is not how I expected today to go,” he says, still laughing.
You smile. “Maybe you should do the laundry more often, hm?”
He just kisses you, and you’re content with that answer.
JEDI: FALLEN ORDER APPRECIATION WEEK
Day 7: Free Choice -> Found Family
You know I've been alone for awhile now, without any purpose, just hiding. That's no way to live. Not for a Jedi or a droid.
STAR WARS JEDI: SURVIVOR (2023)
So there's a new meme going around huh... alright, here's my contribution ft the babygirls😂
Cal and the original Mantis crew in JEDI: SURVIVOR
It is the law that whenever two characters get on a horse blue space camel, they have to do The Thing™ .
Won the Break-Up (Tech x Reader)
This one shot does not contain spoilers for Season Two. Please do not discuss spoilers in reblogs/comments.
Notes: Tech thinks you're a catch. But so does your ex. Based on the new song "Lost The Breakup" by Maisie Peters. 79's, alcohol consumption, backhanded compliments and psychological warfare, The Return Of Kyle(TM)
This night at 79's would have been perfect. You were wearing your favorite dress, and the dance floor was crowded enough that you could dance like no one was watching. Not to mention someone else was paying for the drinks.
It would have been completely perfect...
...if it weren't for your ex.
He walked in with his new girlfriend and their little group of friends, and you rolled your eyes, ignoring them. You would not let their appearance ruin your night.
However, your ex had other ideas, and pushed and shoved his way through the crowd to stand in front of you, going so far as to wave his arm in front of your face when you tried your best to ignore him.
"Hey, it's been forever," Kyle smirked at you, hands casually in his pockets for that relaxed look.
"Hey," You nodded, breathless from dancing, "Never thought I'd see you here. Where's your girlfriend?" You couldn't help the venom in your voice as you tried not to throw a fit in public, but the douchebag had cheated on you. Civility had leaped out the window miles back.
He shrugged, "Eh, she's talking with her friends. I wanted to come over and talk to you."
So he still wasn't satisfied with cheating on you. He wanted to cheat on his new girl too. Your shoulders tensed as your hand clenched into a fist, but he didn't notice.
Kyle took a step towards you and jerked his chin in the direction of the bar.
"You want to get a drink together?" He asked. He ignored the people dancing around you as you sidestepped flailing elbows and extreme dippers.
"There you are, darling!"
You spun around with the biggest grin on your face to see Tech carrying two drinks over the heads of the crowd. His extra four inches certainly helped.
He smiled at you and handed you a glass, leaning down to speak in your ear above the noise of the crowd, "Just how you like it." He left a kiss on your temple, sticky from the alcohol in his own drink.
"Thanks Tech," You took a sip through the tiny straw, and the bright flavor danced over your tongue, sending laughter bubbling up from your chest.
"Who's this?" Kyle rudely exclaimed. Tech's free hand settled on your hip.
"Oh, right," You said, as if you had forgotten that Kyle was standing right there (who was to say you hadn't forgotten? Tech was standing right there, after all).
"Kyle, this is my boyfriend. Tech, you remember I told you about my ex, Kyle?"
"Harsh," Kyle muttered. You ignored him.
"Ah yes, the one with the close female friend?" Tech said, pulling you closer to him.
"It's nice to meet you Trent!" Kyle tried to regain control of the situation and stuck out his hand.
Tech stared at Kyle's hand for a moment, regarding it as he would Wrecker's underwear left strewn on the navigation console. He slowly removed his hand from your waist, but took a step in front of you to shield you from Kyle and grip his hand.'
You heard Kyle inhale sharply, and he quickly molded his wince into a half-there smirk. You snorted into your drink. Watching Tech staredown your ex was more intoxicating than a hundred drinks.
"Nice grip you got there, Trent," He shook out his hand.
"You know what they say; it's how you make a good first impression." Tech took a sip of his drink. You hadn't even realized it, but his arm was already around you again. You smiled into your glass.
Kyle "accidentally" stumbled forward in the crowd of dancers, tipping your glass too far forward so that it you almost inhaled it, sending the rest splashed over the front of your shirt.
The alcohol burned in your nose as you tried to snort it out, and Tech placed himself in between you and Kyle, quickly procuring a handkerchief to help you dry your face.
"Oh man," Kyle didn't sound super sorry, "Let me buy you a drink to make up for-"
Tech removed his jacket, wrapping it around your shoulders, "No need to worry. Accidents happen."
"Thank you, babe,"
"Of course," Tech kissed your forehead, leaving Kyle slack-jawed in the middle of his reply. Did the mir'sheb truly think you had been calling him by a pet name?
"Oh dear," Tech looked down at his comm, "That would be Hunter. He wanted to discuss the schematics we recovered from the Seperatist's new weapon."
Then Kyle had the audacity to place his hand on your arm, "Why don't we catch up for a while? This braniac couldn't possibly need you for all that junk."
Oh boy. Kyle had done it now. Tech's face was red, and you could fairly see the steam coming from his ears.
"Are you insinuating that she is not smart enough to understand what we will be discussing? When it is in fact the technology that she invented that was stolen by the Seperatists and co-opted for much more nefarious purposes?"
Tech swatted Kyle's hand away, "You are hardly fit to shine her shoes, much less hold a conversation with her!"
With that, Tech wrapped his arm around your shoulders, jacket and all, and ushered you out the door, leaving your glasses with a serving droid.
He stood tall and rigid, foot tapping impatiently as you waited for the taxi speeder. His arm never left your shoulders as you sat in the back seat, and your face grew warmer and warmer. You were hardly embarrassed, but watching Tech stand up for you the way he had with Kyle was undeniably hot.
"Are you alright?" He squeaked. It took a moment for you to realize he had been the one to ask you.
"What?"
"Did I overstep?" He asked. The speeder stopped in front of your apartment, and Tech paid the driver before helping you out. You held the lapels of his jacket with one hand to keep it close around you in the cool night air, but your other hand refused to let go of his.
"Not at all. He deserved it." You sighed, rolling your shoulders to relieve the tension.
"So, what did you think?"
"Your stories do not do justice to his weasely nature," Tech huffed, "The next time he approaches you, run. Come to me or someone else you trust, because I wouldn't even trust him with a secondhand chronometer."
You wrapped your arms around his, "Of course."
Tech glanced down at you with a small smile. You kept your head on his shoulder as he led you up to your apartment. There, your boyfriend helped you out of the jacket and out of your shoes, running you a warm bath to get the sticky alcohol off your skin. He'd even set out your most comfortable pajamas by the time you'd gotten out. When you found him in the kitchen, putting together a bowl of ice cream to split, he was wearing the matching set.
You thought back to long nights with Kyle. He was usually passed out on the couch every time you came out of the shower, some random holofilm on blast. If you dared to turn it off, he would snap that he'd been watching that and if you wanted to help you'd get him a snack or something.
This situation was one you much preferred.
You came up behind Tech, wrapping your arms around his waist and pressing your face against his back. Tech was used to this by now, and continued with his sundae construction as you recharged.
"I win," You said out loud.
"Hmm?" Tech asked, "What did you win?"
You gave a tug on his shirt and he turned in your arms so that he could face you. His arms were raised awkwardly like a scared hawk-bat, so that he wouldn't hit you with his elbow or the ice cream scoop.
"You," You said, resting your chin on his chest.
"Really?" Tech said. His face was carefully schooled to not give away any emotion, but his tone was teasing.
"Yes," You insisted, "I win."
Tech gently cupped your chin, tilting it upwards so that he could kiss you, pressing his plush lips against yours. He already tasted like the canned starcherries that he was fond of putting on top of his ice cream. You couldn't think of anything sweeter.
A moment later, Tech rested his forehead against yours, giving yourselves a moment to catch your breath.
"Well," He laughed softly, "I will strive to be a worthy prize."
You stretched upward on your tiptoes to kiss him again. The scoop clattered to the floor at his surprise, and his hands came up to cradle your face. You never wanted him to let go.
"You already are, Tech," You murmured against his lips before he stole another kiss, "You already are.
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jesse has MASSIVE titties btw is canon
they’re all buddies i love them /SOB
Dad Hunter <3
Coworker: You like Star Wars, right?
Me:
SHUT. UP.
rexs face when fives was ranting in a desperate tone about the chips
this one's for @fantasyproductionsctions and all the Hunter girlies
*On a holo call*
Phee: Hey brown eyes, what're you up to?
Tech: Eating a ration bar in my bunk
Phee: And what would you be doing if I was in that bunk with you?
Tech: . .. I would still be eating my ration bar?
look me in the eyes and tell me he wouldn't do this. I dare you.
it's a quick sketch about reunion (which we've finally got in text role play while we're in denial of you-know-what) but I guess I need to share this sketch with y'all (Crosshair wears different clothes bc of narrative in RP)
Feeling some emotions regarding them