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clone-anon-after-dark · 1 year

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Don’t Leave (Tech x M!Reader)

Tech x M!Reader

Word count: 2108

Warnings: NSFW, minors DNI, mutual masturbation, oral sex (both receiving) unprotected sex, facial (kind of by accident), strong feelings and moment of embarrassment

A/N: established relationship, but first time together, and Tech’s first time, I don’t know guys I hope I did okay with this

There are two versions of this story. The F!Reader version can be found here.

Tech had never felt a strong need for sex or relationships of a romantic nature, but things changed as he got to know you. You had to make the first move, telling him how you felt and asking if he felt the same. Once the conversation was initiated, he smiled a little shyly, but confirmed that he did indeed feel the same. In fact, he was so in love with you, he didn’t know where to begin. Although he kissed you first, asking permission one evening while holding your hands as the sun went down, you were the one to initiate the discussion about adding further layers of closeness to the relationship. Tech had never considered himself a cuddler before, but it was different with you. He was able to rest much better when he was touching you in some way. You were also the first one to bring up the topic of sex. Tech was very proactive in his research and asked many questions about what to expect when being sexually intimate. His questions were both general and specific to you. He had never done this before, but was “excited about the prospect” and his desire to learn as much as possible beforehand left you feeling safe and cared for. The two of you decided not to make a date of it, choosing instead to take your time and see how things developed, proceeding when it felt right.

You found yourselves messing around in your shared bunk one morning while the others were gone. Laying side-by-side, you started leaving little kisses along Tech’s jawline and down his neck to his collarbone.

“I love when you do that,” he said.

You smiled and hummed against his skin as he ran his hand down your arm and interlaced his fingers with yours. He brought your hand up and kissed it.

“Tech,” you asked with a grin.

“Yes?”

“We’re going to be alone for at least a couple hours. Would you like to try going further?”

He kissed your hand again and pushed his goggles back into place. “Yes,” he replied. “I would like that. My body is already having a strong reaction to you. Although, perhaps we hold off on penetration for now.”

You nodded and ran your hand firmly up and down his arm, grounding him, and he continued. “I find the idea of mutual masturbation very appealing.”

You kissed his wonderful lips and whispered, “So do I.”

“In that case,” he replied, “I am going to set an extra alarm so that we will have ample warning should the others return early.” He kissed your forehead, got up, and hurried to the door of the ship. You heard a switch click near the door and some buttons on his datapad. You smiled to yourself. An extra precaution like this seemed very Tech.

He came back to the bunk, sat on the opposite side of the bed, and smiled. You sat up and moved toward him, caressing his face and kissing him deeply. You felt him hum as your tongues moved together like telling gentle secrets. His hands moved up and down your back over your shirt before he pulled away slightly to ask if he could remove it. You nodded. He tugged your shirt off and lifted his arms so you could take his off. Your lips found each other again and you could swear you could feel your hearts beating together.

You knew he would ask permission at every step. Ever communicative and you loved that about him.

“Tech, can we just… let’s get naked.”

“Yes.” He immediately started taking his pants off and you laughed a little at his eagerness and started helping him. In no time you were lying next to each other, completely undressed, slowing the tempo as much as you could, sensing his nerves and some of your own. You rubbed his back and traced a path down to his ass. He let out a contented sigh and copied the movement on you. It was as if his fingertips wanted to memorize every little aspect of your body. You could feel your hard cock twitch against his in anticipation. You cupped his face and kissed him, savoring the warmth of his mouth and the faint taste of caf.

You stopped briefly and searched his face. “We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.”

“I am ready,” he replied, his thumb brushing your cheek. “I want this too.”

“Tell me if it’s too much,” you said, moving your hips even closer to his and taking his length in your hand. Tech nodded, closed his eyes, and let out a slow breath at your touch. You kissed him and his hand reached down, mirroring your movements. You kissed him again and smiled as he started stroking you. He felt amazing, so hard, soft skin in your hand and the way he worked you over felt almost reverent.

He tried to take a steadying breath and managed, “It is better than I imagined.”

You simply kissed him in response, wanting him to feel as good as possible. You reached down to fondle his balls, causing his breathing to hitch, before slightly changing the movement as you pumped his cock.

“This okay,” you asked.

“It feels immensely pleasurable,” he responded.

Each time he reached your tip, he rubbed his thumb lightly over the head and smiled as you twitched.

You both started moving faster, finding a rhythm that left you both moaning softly and with your hearts racing. The pace was interrupted. Tech’s orgasm crept up on him quickly and he came in your hand. His gasp was immediately followed by panic. He stopped, desiring to escape his embarrassment at finishing so soon, his face flushed red, he turned away, and sat up on the edge of the bed.

“I am sorry,” he said. His voice was shaky and any rejection you may have felt was surpassed by your desire to help him feel secure and loved.

“Tech you have nothing to be sorry for.” You quickly cleaned off your hand before reaching out and touching his arm. “Don’t leave. It’s okay.”

He slowly turned toward you and you pulled him back into your arms. You held him for a few minutes and felt him start to relax again.

“The point is for it to feel good,” you said softly, kissing his temple and holding him close. He rolled his eyes and you felt some relief at the sign of him shaking off his insecurity.

“I know that,” he replied. “I did not think I would ejaculate so quickly.”

You kissed his temple again. “It’s your first time. That’s very normal.” You laid together, lightly touching each other.

After several minutes he stated, “You have not finished though.” You could see him thinking. “May I try something?”

You answered in the affirmative. He moved to sit next to you and without hesitation, took your now half hard cock in his mouth and began lightly sucking, satiating his curiosity for how you would taste and causing you to let out a series of little moans. You grinned, letting out a breath you didn’t know you were holding in, and your heartbeat quickened at the sight. You grew hard in his mouth and he took his time moving his head up and down, running his tongue along your length, leaving little kisses, and trying different strokes with his hand. The way he looked at you, trying different touches to see what you liked and testing your sensitivity in different locations, made you feel an extra layer of vulnerability and at the same time it was such a turn on.

He settled on a steady rhythm with his hand and laid next to you again, face-to-face. He continued his motion, the delicious wetness of his mouth helping his hand glide smoothly as he watched you intently and lovingly. Your core tightened and your breathing came out in heavy pants.

“I’m close,” you mumbled as you felt heat rising through your body.

Tech nuzzled a spot next to your ear and whispered, “Good.” As you felt his lips lightly brush a kiss to your cheek, you let out a soft moan and came on him. He left more little kisses on your face, laying with you as you caught your breath.

It soon became apparent that Tech was ready for another round, offering an almost immediate opportunity to help him get more enjoyment out of his first time and worry less about performance. You looked down at him and then licked your lips, again looking into his eyes. He blushed, but a smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.

“Would you like to see what it feels like,” you whispered, kissing his earlobe, “Having you in my mouth?”

He nodded quickly and a breathy, “yes” came out just before you gently pushed him on his back. You tried taking your time, kissing a trail down his chest before swirling your tongue around the head of his cock and taking him in your mouth. As he hit the back of your throat you hummed and watched his head roll back on the pillow. You started sucking him off in earnest, bobbing your head and cradling his balls. His hips started to thrust against you just slightly. You smiled, hollowing out your cheeks and causing him to whimper.

He stopped thrusting and you could tell he was trying to hold back, trying to make this time last longer. You took him out of your mouth and started pumping his length. When you reached up to run your hand along his chest, he held it in his own.

“Don’t hold back, Tech,” you softly encouraged. “Just enjoy it.”

You licked the underside of his length a few times before continuing to pump him, resting your cheek along the head of his cock and looking at his beautiful face as he watched you work him. He started to thrust his hips into your hand slightly and you opened your mouth so the head could move against the flat of your tongue.

“I am clo-,” He came with a shudder. His spend landed on your cheek, lips, and hand. You licked the corner of your mouth a little and his eyes grew wide. You could tell that seeing you like this awakened something in him.

You crawled up along his body as he let out panting breaths, trying to regain his composure. You looked at him with all the love in your heart and he started to relax. He reached for a washcloth and gently cleaned your face off before kissing you.

“That was wonderful,” he said. “You are amazing. Perfect, and I love you so.”

“I love you too,” you replied, closing your eyes and resting your forehead on his.

You did not stay like that for long. The moment Tech looked at the chrono, he worried the others would be along soon and catch you.

You knew he would be worried and already had a suggestion. “Let’s gather everything that needs washing, throw it in the laundry, grab some clean clothes, and shower together.”

“Yes,” he replied. “An excellent idea.”

He efficiently grabbed everything that could possibly indicate the two of you had been intimate while the others were gone and made sure it was thrown in the laundry. Grabbing spare blacks, he joined you in the shower. The water felt amazing to both of you and you relished your time like this just as much as you had your previous activities.

After cleaning up and toweling each other off, you got dressed and came out of the refresher much more at ease. Tech turned off the extra alarm he had set earlier and sat in the pilot’s chair. He held out his hand and pulled you into his lap, kissing your neck as you rested your cheek on his head and rubbed his shoulder. He did not take out his datapad, much to your surprise. Instead he held you in his lap and sat silently.

“What are you thinking,” you asked. “I know you’re thinking.”

“I am simply making a mental note regarding the techniques you seemed to prefer.”

“Oh really?”

“Yes. I want to pleasure you in all the ways that make you happy.”

You both talked about what you liked and what you wanted to try next. It was not surprising to you that Tech found comfort in this type of debriefing, the sharing of information and discussion of future endeavors helping him feel closer to you and secure in this new aspect of your relationship.

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waywardsou2 · 20 days

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Shirtless Cuddles with The Batch

Tags: Trans!Reader/M!Reader, masculine terms, AFAB reader, romantic but fluffy, cuddles, just general nice fluff, gayness

A/N: This is a scenario for all of my trans fellas out there. Or anyone that was born AFAB but isn't necessarily comfortable with their chest. How the Batchers would react if you wanted to sleep without your shirt on.

Basically, for context I am trans, and I am AFAB. I have not had top surgery yet but find it uncomfortable to sleep with my shirt on most nights. I've been stuck in the Bad Batch brain rot at the moment and was wondering what it would be like to cuddle with the Clones for the first time without a shirt on. In a fluffy romantic context tho. (I don't even know if any of this is making sense but if it does then please read on. Also I wanted to include Omega but didn't really know how to make that work so she unfortunately won't be in this one)

Scenario: You and your Clone are settling down for bed, it's been a long day and the missions have been rough recently. The two of you make your way to your shared quarters and you both begin changing for bed. You go to change out your shirt for another more comfortable one but you stop before you can even pull it over your head. You've been with your partner for a few years now and they know about your identity, they accept it wholeheartedly, but you've never taken the step to show them your body. You never felt ready, but something feels different tonight. "Hey, I want try something tonight?" Your Batcher turns to you and waits for you to respond looking slightly confused "I don't really want to wear my shirt tonight; it gets irritating sometimes. But I didn't know how you would react to my chest"

Hunter

Hunter turns to you and gives you a soft smile, he's knows that you toss and turn a lot of the night not being able to find a comfortable way to place your arms with your t-shirt twisted around you body. It the exact reason why he hardly wears a shirt in bead. He reaches forward and slips his fingers underneath your shirt, he looks at you for consent to keep going and when you nod, he gently pulls it over your head and tosses it aside. His hands rest on your hips, and he looks at you, he doesn't even bother to look at your chest. It doesn't matter to him, he loves you for you, not your body, he loves the handsome man standing in front of him.

The two of you walk over to the bed and settle under the covers, you turn inwards, so your chest is facing his and curl up, he wraps his arms around you, stroking the exposed skin of your back and gives you a soft kiss on the forehead before looking back into your eyes, softly he says, "You will always be my handsome man, no matter what."

And with that you rest your head on his chest and listen to his heartbeat as his torso rises and falls with each steady breath.

Crosshair

Crosshair looks at you with a small question on his furrowed brow "Why are you asking me? It's your body so it's your choice"

Knowing that's as about as good as a response you are going to get from him you turn around and pull your shirt off, discarding it.

He looks at the floor as you do so but when you turn back around he looks up, he looks at your chest briefly but only for a moment, your arms are crossed over it, but doesn't think much of it. Your chest doesn't change his image of you. He gives you a wry but reassuring grin and pulls you over to the bed and the two of you climb in.

He isn't wearing a shirt either so as he rolls over and pulls your back into his chest you can feel his breathing and his heartbeat and his warmth, the feeling very calming. He wraps his arms around your stomach careful to not touch your chest and pulls you closer to his so your spine curves into his chest.

He traces patterns into your stomach and lower chest, he traces a line up in the small space between your ribs in your upper chest, he does it slowly, creeping up ever so slightly and when you don't protest he lays his hand there, feeling your heartbeat. He sighs contentedly and so do you.

He gives you a kiss on the back of your head and mumbles "Love you" so quietly you almost don't hear it. You hum in response "Love you too Cross" and the two of you drift off to sleep.

Wrecker

Wrecker is a little slow on the uptake and doesn't quite understand what you are getting at, at first.

"Huh? What do you mean?"

"I wasn't born the same as you, remember? My chest isn't flat like yours"

He thinks for a moment and then it dawns on him what you are getting at "Oh?! Yeah, I did kinda forget, you are just so manly it's hard to remember that sometimes"

You laugh, he's so endearing and his blunt honestly makes your heart thrum with happiness. Even if he doesn't realise his comments about blatantly stating how "manly" you are always fill your heart fit to bursting.

"So is it ok?" you ask again

"Yeah?! Of course!" he cups your face in his hands and gives you a big kiss on the forehead.

You take a step back to take of your shirt and then you step into his space again and he gives you a massive bear hug, you let out a laugh as he throws you onto the bed. He dives after you and you are both a laughing mess. So much for going to sleep.

He pulls you over so you are laying on top of him and he wraps his arms tightly around you "You are amazing you know that?"

You giggle and reply "You're amazing too Wrecker" and with that you lay there together, humming and laughing softly, an endless loop of uncontainable happiness. You felt so lucky to be loved by someone like Wrecker.

Tech

Tech also doesn't quite understand, he looks at you quizzically and says "Yes? That is fine? Why do you ask?"

"Because it's important?" you respond a little upset by his blunt response

He thinks for a moment and studies your face as he does so, he seems to come to a conclusion and opens his mouth again "Would you like me to close my eyes or turn away?"

You shrug your shoulders noncommittally and Tech considers you for another moment, then his face lights up slightly, like a lightbulb going off in his head. He removes his goggles and places them beside your shared bed "There. This way I can't see and you know that I won't be able to see"

You chuckle at him, he's not wrong but it still feels a little bit silly. He seems to understand there is still some hesitancy and he takes your hand "You should only do what you are comfortable with, and you should know that I would never judge you for your body. No matter what"

He gives your hand a reassuring squeeze before he nods his head towards the bed. "Do you wish to cuddle or should I give you some space"

In response you scooch over to him and lay an arm over his side placing your head on his palm, which he turns over to cup the side of your face.

"Maybe one day you can ask the Kaminoan's to help alleviate your chest dysphoria. But you should know by now that your body will never define your gender."

His statement makes you tear up a little and you smile at him "Thank you Tech"

"It is no problem my dear"

Echo

Echo looks a little taken aback "Yes, that's fine" he doesn't really seem to know what to say, and neither do you.

Instead, you slip your shirt off and he looks away politely. You touch his arm to grab his attention and turn back but he continues to look at your feet.

"Can I look?" he asks shyly

"Yeah, that's the point silly" you say with a chuckle

"That's not exactly what I meant" he says even more quietly than before. "I mean can I look at you, all of you?"

You feel warmth creep up your neck and cheeks as he says this

"Y-yeah" you stutter out and he looks up at you.

He looks into your eyes first and then drops them to your chest, he doesn't say anything but he also doesn't look for very long. You stand there a little shy and a little self-conscious but he looks away quickly enough that you don't feel uncomfortable.

He takes his one good hand and raises it to your cheek, cupping it gently and you nuzzle into it humming.

"You are a very beautiful person. I feel like the luckiest Clone alive to be with someone as amazing as you. Thank you for feeling comfortable enough to share your body with me. I know that couldn't have been easy"

You smile back at him, a grin stretching its way across your face "You can't be the luckiest man alive because I have you, and that makes me the luckiest" He blushes in return, the deep red a stark contrast to his pale skin.

You both crawl into bed and you wrap your arms around each other and slowly doze off, never letting go of one another.

Hope you enjoyed! This one goes out to all my trans brothers out there!

!Feel free to request any other ideas that you would like me to write!

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dangraccoon · 3 months

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Resourceful

Tech x M!Reader

NSFW

Warnings: sexual tension, explicit sexual content, cock rings, light dom/sub like very lightly implied, anal fingering, anal sex, inappropriate use of a mechanic creeper, multiple orgasms, anal creampie

Inspired by and Written for @clownbloody based on this very spicy masterpiece and outcry for more male reader fics told you I would ;)

“I am not sure that your idea is a good one,” Tech noted, still not looking up at you.

You’d been trying to distract him from the repairs he’d been working on for the last hour, having to repair a part to go back into the malfunctioning console.

“Why not?” you asked, pushing yourself up to sit on his workbench. “The rest of the squad is going to be out for at least an hour, right?”

“Yes, they will be. However-”

You took his chin in your hand. “And it’s been a while since we had some time alone.”

“It has been two weeks-”

“Then what’s stopping you?” you moved your face closer to his, stopping mere millimeters from his.

He sighed, his breath tickling your lips. “I… Well, I do not want to neglect you. I want you to have my full attention any time we are… intimate.”

You chuckled a little, releasing your hold on his chin. “That’s sweet, but the repair needs to be done before we can get back into hyperspace.”

“That is accurate,” he agreed, his attention turning back to his work.

“Don’t you think this could be a good way to multitask? You’re always talking about how you want to be more productive.”

His hands froze. You smirked at the small victory.

“And you can have two things you love at the same time.”

He glanced up for only a moment, eyeing you suspiciously. “Those being…”

“Having the repairs finished and having your ass railed by your very sexy and very needy boyfriend.”

His breath caught in a tiny gasp as his grip on his spanner nearly faltered.

“I mean really, you could think of it as an experiment.”

He set the tools down, finally returning his attention to you.

“What is it that you would be testing?”

“Oh, that would be you, darling,” you laughed, sliding off the table to stand behind him. You placed your hands on his shoulders before slowly pushing them down his chest, the shudder he fought encouraging you. Your hands slipped past his stomach to his thighs and his breath hitched. “I think it could be quite interesting to see just how long I need to fuck you to make that brilliant mind of yours go completely cock dumb.”

His head fell back against your chest as he sighed. Your fingers ghosted over his groin, pulling a whimper so soft that you felt like you might melt then and there.

“So what do you think, my love?” you cooed in his ear. “Think I can shut down all that clever thinking?”

He took a moment to respond, obviously enjoying the way your hands roved over his body. “Y-yes, I believe such a… compelling theory should prove interesting to test.”

You padded off to your footlocker to grab a few tools you would need, allowing him the space and minimal distraction to finish repairing the part before he returned to the console.

He set the part on the ground and started to lower himself onto his rolling cart.

“Aren’t you forgetting something?” you teased, chuckling at the confused look you received. “I can’t very well fuck you with your blacks on, can I?”

His cheeks flushed the prettiest pink as he pushed the bottom half of his underarmor down.

You hummed, taking in the delicious sight of his bare legs. As he stood back up, you noticed the small discolored spots around his hip bones and the insides of his thighs. You dick twitched in your pants as you realized that those were left from your last adventure.

He watched the way you licked your lips, swallowing hard as his length continued to harden with just the thought of what you were planning.

“Go ahead and lay down, love,” you smirked, pushing your own pants down, as he laid on the cart, pulling himself under the console to begin installing the repaired part.

You took out the items you’d retrieved before, two cock rings and a bottle of lube. You first put one cock ring on yourself, suppressing a moan as you situated it around you.

You knelt down in front of Tech, grabbing his legs by the ankles. You heard his breath hitch as you lifted them up and apart so his ass would be on full display for you, humming satisfactorily.

Releasing his ankles, you slapped his bare thigh, pulling a small whimper from him.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart, I can smack you around as much as you want later,” you breathed as your fingers trailed over to ghost across his balls.

“Please, cyare,” he whispered. “Teasing was not in the itinerary.”

“You’re right,” you agreed, wrapping your hand around his now fully hard cock. You pulled the cock ring onto him, his whimpers and moans sounding like a symphony in your ears. “Ready, love?”

He eagerly nodded, despite not looking away from his work.

You lubed up two of your fingers and swirled it around his ass, pushing in suddenly.

He gasped and let out a low moan as you started to work your fingers in and out of him. Once you were sure he was ready for your length, you applied more lube to your own cock.

Kneeling in front of him, you lined yourself up and shifted your hips forward to slide into his waiting ass.

You both moaned as he took you all the way to the base and you heard the sharp sound of metal meeting metal as a tool hit the floor.

You wrapped your hand around his cock, lazily pumping at it, watching his face flush even darker.

“Cyare,” he moaned.

You smiled. “Yes, dear?”

“Please move.”

You tried to shift your hips but found the movement awkward. He was too close to the ground.

You looked up at his face, amused at how he was clearly trying to concentrate on the repair.

A grin split across your face as an idea entered your lust-riddled brain.

You released your hold on his dick to grab his hips. Shifting your hips backward to slide out of him, you got comfortable.

“Is something wrong?” he asked, glancing down at you for just a moment.

“You tell me,” you hummed.

You yanked him by his hips, rolling the cart towards you to impale him on your cock.

“Fuck!” he shouted, nearly losing hold of the wire he’d been reconnecting.

You pushed him away again, before quickly pulling him back, your eyebrow quirked up, watching to see any objections.

Not seeing any signs of dissent you quickened the pace, pushing and pulling the cart, slamming his ass against your thighs.

He kept his attempt to work at a relatively steady pace. That is, until you shifted your hips just a bit and suddenly the tip of your cock was pressing against that soft spot.

He cried out your name, his hands dropping to grip the underside of the console. A couple more thrusts and he was moaning between the heavy panting dripping from his lips. You saw the drops of precum beading at the head of his member and picked up the pace, wrapping your hand around him.

“Fuck! Fuck, cyare- oh, fuck I’m going to-”

He fell apart with a shout, his hands flying to the cart. You fucked him through it, his cum spilling out over his stomach.

Despite the delay the cock ring was providing, you knew the way his orgasm made his already tight hole squeeze around you would make you cum fast but at this point you didn’t care.

His moans and cries were still ringing in your ears as you slowed your pace, pulling the cart out more.

You repositioned, never fully pulling out of his ass, and pushed his legs up towards his chest. Then, you started anew.

You pistoned your hips into him, sheathing and unsheathing yourself in his heat. His moans were nearly constant now and you felt his muscles contract beneath you.

Tech attempted to form words, but they all came out as moans, but you soon realized what he had been trying to say; he was cumming again, the tip of his cock leaking cum.

The gasping breaths he took between moans sent you over the edge and you plowed into him, working yourself through your own climax.

When the room stopped spinning, you pulled your cock slowly out of him, admiring the way your cum leaked down his ass.

You took a moment to catch your breath before smiling down at him. “How’d the repair go?”

“Actually,” he managed between pants. “I finished it… just before I came. The- the first time, that is. I must say… that was- it was quite resourceful.”

You shook your head, laughing in disbelief. “Come on, genius,” you smiled, holding your hand out to pull him up. “Let’s go get cleaned up.”

Thanks for reading! - River

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green-alm0nd · 6 days

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How each of the Bad Batch would react to

“I’m just so stupid! How can you possibly want to be around me?” Female / Male / GN Reader exclaims in tears.

+ possible Rex and other clones

[The Bad Batch x trans!male!reader (Headcanons)]: Light in the dark (+ Rex, Howzer & Fives)

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Summary:

You've been feeling very self-conscious lately. Your favourite clone is there to comfort you.

TRIGGER WARNINGS: Angst, trans reader, mentions of gender dysphoria, self hatred, mentions of mental breakdowns, overwhelming thoughts, comfort, established relationship. Not proofread. Kinda self indulgent but it doesn't really matter.

A/N: I was looking for one of these type of requests for pride month heehee

Enjoy!

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HUNTER:

Hunter could feel something odd happening around you. He knew you had been struggling with gender dysphoria for a long time, and that odd feeling was the one he used to assign whenever you felt that dysphoria crawling back up.

So, he ran. He ran towards your shared bunk with a slight hint of worry on his heart. He found you crying, sitting down, probably in the middle of a mental breakdown, clenching your chest with tears in your eyes.

He kneeled down, looking into your eyes and asking what was wrong, before you said in tears:

"I'm just so stupid! How can you possibly want to be around me?"

His eyes widened and a pang on his chest brought him back to the gravity of the situation.

He placed his arms around your figure, hugging you tightly.

"You're not stupid. You're amazing, you're resilient. And I love you because of that. I want to be around you, you're an awesome person. Never forget that, trooper." He said.

That gave you enough comfort to believe his words.

ECHO:

Echo came back from a long mission, and headed to your bunk. It was clear that something had happened, since he heard your sobs from across the door. He know you've struggled after you came out as trans, and he's been supportive throughout the entire path. Still, he know it's hard to keep it fine sometimes.

He opened the door, and saw you crying, hugging your arms, with your head low. The clone's expression softened, slowly walking closer to make you know he was there and in order not to scare you.

He sat down besides you, wrapping an arm around your small figure before he heard you say:

"I'm just so stupid! How can you possibly want to be around me?"

To this, his eyes widened, and he pulled you even closer, letting you cry.

"That's not true...you're not stupid. You're a brave man, and I love you so much for that." He said, kissing your forehead.

Echo is not a fan of physical touch, whether it's given or received. However, in moments like this, he doesn't mind giving you physical affection for as long as you'd like.

And you love him for that.

WRECKER:

He knows something is wrong immediately. He may act silly, but he's not dumb. He knows when you're feeling down, and he's been with you every single time you broke down in tears. He's the same with his brothers: he's the glue that kept Crosshair and Hunter from fighting so many times. He's the glue that kept you away from hurting most of the time.

Wrecker knew you were trans. He once tried to beat up a guy for misgendering you, but it's not like he can do that every time because 1) He'll draw attention to himself and the Bad Batch is not on the position to draw attention, and 2) It will make Hunter upset and won't let him go eat Mantell mix with you and Omega.

He opened the door, and saw you on the floor, hugging your knees. He felt his heart beat faster, concern washing all over his face. He also got worried when he heard you say:

"I'm just so stupid! How could you possibly want to be around me?"

To this, he gave you the biggest hug he's ever given you. He never really knew what boundaries were, he didn't know that word existed. But, he wasn't good at keeping boundaries when it came to hugging in middle of panic attacks, but he just had to do it because it's the only way he shows comfort.

"Come here. You're okay, you're fine. You're not stupid, you're pretty dang smart! And besides, who will I share Mantell Mix with whole Omega isn't here if it isn't you?" He said.

That definitely made you laugh.

TECH:

This man has, of course, studied about your emotions. When you feel them, what that emotion is associated to/with, if there's a reason it even 'triggered' whether it's positive or negative...

Like I said, he has studied your emotions. And it doesn't take a handsome man, with brown hair and goggles to understand and see that you're not doing well based on your position, and the tears flowing in your face. And, you told him you were trans and still struggling with gender dysphoria, so he figured it was linked to that this time.

He also understands why, but he is surprised when he hears you say:

"I'm just so stupid! How could you possibly want to be around me!"

Tech gets very uncomfortable when it comes to showing physical affection. Though there's small moments when he doesn't mind showing his love for you.

"Sarad, I do not think you're thinking clearly. You are not stupid, nor anything similar. You are a valuable team member and this group could not have done remarkable things without you. I also feel rather flattered when I find out that you listen to me when I speak. Which is something Crosshair lacks on, for example." He explained, awkwardly placing an arm around you.

He's very awkward when it comes to this stuff but he doesn't mind giving a thirty minute rant on how much he appreciates and loves you.

CROSSHAIR:

This man notices everything. He may not have Hunter's enhanced senses nor Tech's ability to notice things based on actions; but he has the eye of a hawk and a sharp mind. Of course, he knew you were trans. And it wasn't the first time that he had seen you break down and be mad at yourself. He tried multiple times to change that, and he still tries.

He enters your shared room, keeping some distance between you two to give you space, especially since you were crying and breaking down, hugging yourself while you sat on the bed. His gaze softened when he heard you say:

"I'm just so stupid! How could you possibly want to be around me?"

He slowly got closer, to the point where he sat down on the bed and gave the side of your forehead a small kiss.

"I've felt the same for a long time, and those thoughts bring no good for you. Trust me." He said, staring at you. Crosshair grabbed your chin, and forced you to look at him.

"You...gave me a second chance when no one did. I owe you that, and much more." He swore.

He gave you another kiss on your forehead before he placed an arm around you.

REX (bonus)

Now, Rex doesn't have enhanced senses, a great mind nor an eye of a hawk. But, he has a big heart and more than half of it belongs to you. You and the clone have been dating for a while, and he can tell when you're not doing alright. Especially, when you told him that sometimes gender dysphoria gets a bit hard to handle.

He come back to your shared barrack, only to see you crying with your back against the wall, curled in a ball. He quickly closed the door, and ran towards you.

He kneeled down, asking if you were okay, before he heard the words:

"I'm just so stupid! How could you possibly want to be around me?"

He pulled you close, hugging you tightly before he let go, and smothered your face with kisses.

"I can't believe you're saying that! You're not stupid! You're beautiful!" He said, between kisses.

"I love being around you, sarad! You're one of the best thins that's ever happened to me! Of course I want to be around you!" He exclaimed.

HOWZER (bonus)

Howzer is like Rex. He came back from a tiring mission on Ryloth, and he only wanted to see you. However, it broke his heart to see you cry, and to see how bad you were doing. He felt guilty for not being there that often, since he was always in missions.

He took off his chest plate, and sat down next to you. He waited for you to speak, but when you didn't speak for a long time, he opened his mouth for you to say:

"I'm just so stupid! How could you possibly want to be around me?"

He placed an arm around you, pulling you closer to his chest.

"Don't listen to the voices, please." He whispered, hugging you.

He knows you've struggled with gender dysphoria, and he's tried to make the voices smaller. However, he knows it's not always easy, and that they come out pretty often.

"You're an amazing person. Those who don't want to be around you don't know what they're losing. You're a great friend, and a pretty great boyfriend too." He reassured.

FIVES (bonus)

Fives used to be the type of boyfriend to distract you from the voices by doing things together: watching a holomovie, playing games, etc. However, when he realised your body dysphoria was getting worse, he knew he had to change his strategy. He bought you a few binders a long time ago, and you've used them plenty of times.

He still hated to see you cry. Especially when you sounded so broken. Though, Fives always came to the rescue. This time, too.

He entered your shared apartment, and saw you sobbing on the sofa. He approached you and hugged you close, but his eyes widened when he heard you say:

"I'm just so stupid! How could you possibly want to be around me?"

His expression softened, and he forced you to look at him by placing his hands on your cheeks.

"I won't let you say that, 'aight? You're far from stupid! You're smart, brave and strong. Heck, the entire 501st wants to meet you! They adore you and so do I!" He said, with a soft smile.

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HAPPY PRIDE MONTH!!!! 🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️

As a trans male boy, I feel so proud that there's a month of representation for me, and for others like me!

Anyway, I hope you enjoyed your request anon! Stay safe and remember to drink water!

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Tech x Male Mandalorian Reader; Kar'taylir Darasuum Gar

Characters: Mainly Tech, little snippets of the rest of the Batch.

Relationship: All platonic buddies, except for Tech near the end.

POV: 2nd (you/yours)

Pronouns: He/him

Species: Unmentioned, but you have a normal "human" head (so no horns, lukku, etc.)

Content: Angst to fluff, get really hurt (literally) and then comfort. You're an idiot who can't confess unless their life depends on it.

Warnings: Description of injury and cleaning wounds(ish). Some throwing up blood ig. Cringe lol

Notes: Fem aligned and/or women can interact, but please be respectful. This is a MLM x reader fic. Don't be weird. Thanks. "Kar'taylir darasuum gar" means "love you" in Mando'a- I couldn't find the equivalent for "I." Also- I’m in the progress of making a version for each Batch member 👍

Word count: 5,364

You sat in the co-pilot’s chair, arms crossed and leaning back. Tech sat in the pilot’s chair, tinkering with some self-made miniature droid. Everyone else was asleep, Echo in his hammock, Hunter, Wrecker, and Crosshair each in their respective bunks. The ship was decently quiet, except for Wrecker’s occasional snoring, which, honest to Kad Ha'rangir, sounded like a Venator class star-destroyer powering up. Contrasting the man’s tremendous snores, the hyper-drive produced a nice and constant low hum, with beeps sounding out every once in a while. Tech’s screws and wrenches would clang out, and the sound of sparks would startle you into a more awake state each time it occurred.

Although there was no way he could know, seeing as your helmet was facing directly out the view-port, you were staring from the corner of your eyes. Hard. The way he effortlessly moved his fingers across the droid, connecting and severing wires from point A to point B, or how the golden sparks would illuminate his face and reflect off his goggles, casting a beautiful glow that you simply couldn’t get enough of. Truthfully, you couldn’t have been more grateful for your helmet and culture, knowing full well he would have caught on to your… tendencies, and quick, if you didn’t wear it- bearing all your embarrassing expressions out to the world.

You knew it was bad to be feeling like this. They were in the middle of war, which was no time for romantic relationships. And, truthfully, you didn’t even know if Tech, or anyone else, liked you. For all you knew, they simply had high tolerance for annoyingly secretive men they were assigned to work with. You had always avoided questions about the culture you grew up with, obviously always avoided taking off your helmet, and hardly took off any of your armor- even when it came time to sleep. Which must have been unsettling for them, or anyone, really, you were sure. Someone who was highly skilled in fighting, but never took anything off, always electing to remain in the armor that was most certainly not a comfort to sleep in. And, clearly, the fact that, out of nowhere, the Republic had hired and assigned you to them. They had every reason not to trust you- or to, at the least, not like you.

And you had no clue what to do to lessen that mistrust. Telling them about your culture was out of the question- you couldn’t deal with the…issues revolving when, if at all, anyone would be close enough to take off your helmet. they might think they were close enough, but you didn’t. Or, even worse, you might think you were close enough, but they didn’t. And, Kriff, if they caught on to you hypothetically taking off your helmet more around Tech than the others, they would easily piece together your feelings.

But, hey, maybe you were wrong. Maybe they found you at least somewhat amusing, somewhat useful, somewhat not a nuisance. And maybe, just maybe, Tech would even feel the same way. Doubtful, but since when was love logical? A beep came through, pulling you out of the deep pits of overthinking and alerting Tech. He lifted up his head, temporarily setting down the project. Tracing his fingers over the wheel and control-panel. “We have almost arrived. Would you go and wake up everyone?”

You stood up, stretching your arms as far as they could go, audibly groaning. “Sure thing, boss.” You first walked to Echo, shaking him gently. He was an easy sleeper, after everything. Hunter could sleep well once he was in it, but otherwise, his enhanced senses made it difficult. Crosshair was easy enough, not incredibly difficult, but you wouldn’t wake him up by simply walking around either. Wrecker, on the other hand, slept like a rock. You found out within the first week of your stay that his brothers would simply punch Wrecker in the shoulder, hard, to wake him up. Hunter had explicitly granted you permission to do the same.

That being said, you wound up your arm before slugging Wrecker square in the shoulder, earning a startled grunt from him. Once he registered what was happening, he lopsidedly smiled and mumbled a good morning of sorts. After the four men were awake, you headed back to the cockpit, electing a chair further in the back so they could all sit closer- a common practice. Hunter gave the mission debrief- same old, same old. Just beat up a bunch of droids, and nothing special about this mission. Echo and Hunter had a smaller, but more advanced battalion of droids to defeat within the building, so they needed to go radio-silent. Crosshair and Wrecker would take a larger battalion, as would you and Tech. After everyone was 100% certain in their role, everyone split up.

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Kriff, this was not going well. Blaster fire everywhere, explosions left and right, and the only Batch member you could see was Tech, double-blasting his way through any droid he saw. You used a batch of whistling birds, each miniature missile hitting its mark. Not that the few dozen marks did much damage against the entire droid battalion circling you two. You reached for the pouch on your hip, which carried the multitude of bombs and droid poppers necessary for war. Much to your dismay, there was only one bomb left. And for better or worse, it was a giant bomb. It would be incredibly difficult to evade- for both you and the droids. It was designed with the intent of being far above the enemy- not 10 feet away from them. But this was your only chance- if you could pair the main explosion and send out half a dozen droid poppers while the rest of them were distracted- it would be a victory. And perhaps if you could run fast enough, dive, and get as many droids behind you to take the majority of the impact- perhaps you’d make it out relatively unscathed.

And, not that in a million light years would you ever admit it, the most important part- Tech would be safe if you pulled off this stunt. You’d be able to get rid of at least one third of the droids with the large bomb alone, and sending out droid poppers in every direction during that opening would eliminate, at minimum, three quarters of the remaining droids. All in all, Tech would have only a handful of clankers left, he would be safe, and the mission objective would be claimed as a victory. Might as well.

“Run south!” you shouted over the blaster fire, instructing Tech. For a split second he thought to question you, but decided against it. He knows what he’s doing, and there’s no time to object, he concluded. Tech sent a nod your way before running, still blasting his way through what was close. As soon as he was out of range, you pulled the bomb from the waist pouch. Maker, did you hope this will work. You stared at the bomb, hoping you would be shown mercy, as if the bomb was a sentient being capable of choosing who to blast and who to not. With a remorseful sigh, already having spent too long wondering and not doing, you reared your arm back and threw the ball as far as physically capable.

As soon as the sphere of mass destruction left your hand, you bolted- sending out droid poppers in different directions every few seconds, hoping to any god or higher being that they would take the majority of the impact, and not you.

Unfortunately, any and all higher beings seemed to be tastefully against you today. You felt the heat and force before you heard it. A stinging sensation sprung throughout your entire body, sending you crashing forward, groaning. Apparently, you were not far away enough, and there were not enough droids to take the majority of the impact. Kriff. There was an excruciating ringing in your ears, or head-? You weren’t sure, but it was loud and annoying as hell. The last droid popper rolled from your palm, effectively killing off the half-dozen clankers headed over.

Although it was primarily obscured by the horrendous ringing in your ears, you could pick up faint sounds of blaster fire and metallic bodies hitting the ground. You shakily got on your hands and knees, one arm clenched tightly over the stomach region, and lifted your head, groaning. Although it was incredibly difficult to make out in this delirious state, you saw Tech running towards you. He’s safe, was all you could think. The mission was a success and he was safe, what else could someone ask for? With that, there was no longer any reason to stay awake.

You promptly collapsed onto the cold ground, rolling over, hand still clutched. You were coughing up blood, which just fell back down to your helmet and mouth, casing your cheeks and lips. “Y/N!” Tech yelled, attempting to keep you awake and responsive- not his most successful attempts. You felt him lift your body upwards, examining the damage. A shattered off droid piece had pierced through your abdomen, front to back. Blood coated your armor, turning it from (color) to a dark ugly mess of browns and reds. His eyes trailed over you, ever worried. He and his brothers had never faced such an extreme injury, except for Wrecker’s large scar on his head.

“I need to take off your helmet. I can hear you coughing up blood,” Tech informed. You attempted to push him off, delirious of the extremity of the situation. You were not ready to cross that bridge yet. Tech felt bad, he did. Even though he couldn’t possibly understand why a culture would not allow someone to simply remove a helmet, he would respect it, and he would respect you. But in a situation like this, it truly didn’t matter. If your helmet didn’t come off, you'd drown in your own blood before dying of the shrapnel was even a possibility.

“That was not a request, it was me informing you of what I’m going to do.” You wanted to give him a smart-ass response, truly, but you couldn’t speak coherently, let alone think of one. Accepting defeat in this minor battle, your head lolled back into his palm, coughing once again. He placed his hand under your chin, just on the edge of the helmet, and carefully lifted. The helmet hissed as he pulled it off, and your eyes squinted harshly at the bright light, now surrounding you from all sides, not just the visor. This was not how you wanted him to see your face.

Tech grimaced. Clear from the blood and sweat caking your mouth and cheeks, you had already coughed up a large amount of blood, and he highly doubted it’d be stopping anytime soon. “Okay…I’m going to move you to that rock over there- you need to be more vertical than horizontal if I am to treat your injuries.” A mumble was the only response he got. Tech put his hand on your back, roping underneath your arm. Using his other arm to support your lower back, he lifted, and despite all his effort in being gentle, it didn’t do much. Even though the rock in question was only, at most, twenty feet away, it seemed like an impossible task.

With each step, despite Tech supporting the majority of your weight, it felt like another piece of droid shrapnel shooting though you. Everything became more fuzzy by the second, dizziness overcoming you. “We are almost there,” he said, observant of your worsening state. After what felt like an eternity, you had arrived at the large rock. He turned you around and gently placed you on the rock, blood coating his armor.

Reaching to his waist pockets, Tech pulled out a pair of tweezers, a large roll of bandages, and bacta-spray. “I will cut space around your chest plate and clothing. Do not move.” You groaned, looking up at the sun. Perhaps you shouldn’t have done the “throw a bomb and hope you outrun it to save someone else’s skin” plan. Now you’d need a new chest plate and under-armor clothing. Fantastic. Tech pulled out a new set of tools, all to cut the chest plate. Luckily, the hole was jagged and cracked, so finding a good place to further the diameter would not be incredibly difficult.

Tech carefully pulled out bits of the chest plate, making the hole larger by the second. Unfortunately, him cutting that close, despite his best efforts, still applied far more pressure than you would like on your wound. It was not a pleasant experience, to say the least.

“I am finished cutting around the front of your chest plate,” he said, breaking the tense silence.

“Okay…” you breathed out, voice shaky and dry. He looked at you with pity before quickly tearing through the cloth, all too close to the droid bit. He noticed your extreme uncomfort, face scrunched up, trying not to cry. He felt pity towards you, but there was no time for any of that. If he wasn’t quick and adequate, you could very well die. Tech’s point was emphasized by another fit of blood coming up, some blood dripping on his armor as your head came forward.

He grimaced, using his thumb in a feeble attempt to wipe off the new blood. “Can you lean forward while I cut open your back?” he asked, unsure whether or not it would be required to fully turn you around. “Mhm…I think I can manage,” you mumbled, barely above a whisper and hardly intelligible. You rocked forward, arms outstretched to hold up your weight. Tech carefully moved behind you before repeating the process.

Eventually, Tech deemed the cloth and armor to be far away enough from the droid. He would pull out the droid, then fully take off your armor and clothing, apply bacta-spray, and wrap you up. Once you were on the ship, he could dig out any excess sharpanel. Then everything would be fine. He concluded that the best way to get it out was to not let you know. He deduced that you were, more than likely, not thinking rationally- and even if you were injured, you were still heavily trained, and he didn’t want to risk you trying to push him off if there was a warning for what was to come. To be fair, doing it suddenly would surprise you, which wouldn’t be much better, but your reaction time was certainly delayed, so it was still the best option.

“Lean back.” You obliged, hitting the back of the rock and letting your head fall backwards. While you were still looking upwards, he gripped the droid piece with both hands. Pulling hard was most certainly not the best option, but he had already spent too much time clearing the space, and there was no equipment for performing the removal in a safe manner. You would have to deal with it.

Tech pulled on the droid, and he pulled hard. Your eyes went wide, and you lurched forward, hands grasping at the wound. Short, ragged breaths filled the sound of the field, paired with the metallic clattering of the droid being tossed aside. Tech cupped your face in his hands, looking into your eyes. If you weren’t in so much agony, you would’ve been a flustered, blubbering mess. “Hold still and do exactly as I tell you. I need to dig out the smaller shrapnel, but the bleeding must stop soon. There can be no distractions.”

At this point, you could hardly respond, choking on any words you attempted to form. Now that the droid was removed, Tech could slip your chest plate off. “Put your arms up and do not take them down until both your chest plate and clothing have been removed.” Vision blurry and shaky, you lifted your arms despite them feeling like a hundred pounds each. Quickly, Tech pulled up on your chest plate, immediately discarding it among the other debris in the field. Following immediately after, he lifted up your shirt, slightly more conscious of the injury since the cloth was brushing directly against it.

As soon as he finished discarding your shirt, your hands fell limp once again, and you collapsed onto the rock. Tech quickly doused the affected area with bacta-spray, not particularly caring if it got it more space than needed. He needed to be quick, and there would be more time later to fix everything. He positioned himself behind you, legs wrapped around to give you support as he cleaned the back, making sure to wipe off any large chunks of dirt or pieces of rock. After your back and front were successfully doused in bacta, he re-positioned himself and you.

He moved about two feet away from the rock, legs straddling your waist. He had turned you around, eyes meeting each other once more. Your arms were gripping his shoulders, shaking with every breath. Tech carefully reached around and grabbed the bandages, unfurling them. He started at your waistline, moving upwards with each layer of binding. He would carefully glance over your shoulder and angle himself to see your back to ensure it was all going smoothly- or, at least, as smooth as something like this could go. The bandages had finally reached above your wound, before reaching over your shoulder for extra support and coming back down for a double layer. Despite the wrappings having been on for less than ten minutes, the blood was already tainting the once white fabric.

“I am finished,” Tech spoke, finishing off the last layer and grabbing your waist to pull you closer. He carefully grabbed his comm to relay his position and the situation to the rest of the Batch. He knew it would have been useless to comm beforehand, as Hunter and Echo were radio-silent while Wrecker and Crosshair were dealing with a smaller squadron of droids. But now that you were safe- or as safe as possible considering everything- and the rest of the Batch had their objectives completed, he could call them.

“Hunter, I need a pickup at the valley in between the two ridges where the droid squadron was. Immediately- (Y/N) has been injured. I have applied bacta and bandages, but it is not adequate. We must get to proper medical care as quickly as possible.”

“Got it, Tech. We’re on our way, just hang on,” Hunter replied, voice glitchy and faded out through the comm. Tech pulled you closer, your head resting on his shoulder. He placed his hands on your infraspinatus, rubbing small circles in them repeatedly. The telltale humming of the Marauder approached, blocking out the sun and casting a shadow over the field. The ship turned to its side before touching down about ten feet away, ramp opening. Wrecker ran out, panic clearly written on his face. He slowed down as he approached you, face falling more by the second.

“Wrecker, be careful around his abdomen, that is where the implication occurred. Do not run or jostle (Y/N) too much, he can not sustain any more injuries than what he already has.” Wrecker nodded in understanding before gently picking you up, hands under your thighs. He placed your head in the crook of his neck, out of respect for you never taking off the helmet and hiding your face. Your arms were draped over his back, bouncing with each step he took, despite the effort to be more gentle.

With a tired groan, you lifted your head up, eyes peering over Wreckers shoulder to be met with Tech’s. He had stood up and taken off his helmet, the light gray armor tainted and stained with your blood. You felt the incline of the ramp as Wrecker entered the Marauder, and the sounds of scattered feet and clattering could be heard. Shortly after Wrecker had entered the ship, Tech followed suit, your helmet and chest plate in hand. “Tech, what’s the deal with (Y/N)? What do we need to do?”

“(Y/N) threw a bomb which effectively killed off the majority of the droid army, but was hit with debris in his escape. He was regurgitating blood and had a large piece of a droid lodged in his abdomen. I…have cleaned the wound, albeit quickly and not as efficiently as I would have hoped. Clearly, I have bandaged him and removed the primary source of implication, but did not have time to adequately search through for smaller pieces of shrapnel. We should not remove his bandages until we are on Kamino. Someone should be watching him for the duration of the trip until we arrive, and we should attempt to minimize his sleeping until he has proper medical care.”

As Tech explained the situation, Wrecker re-positioned you into a more “bridal style” carrying, before gently setting you down on his bed and slipping his arms out from underneath you, all while avoiding your face. Your head was propped up on Lula, and Wrecker draped a blanket over your body, the edge draping off the bunk. He stood still for a second, glancing around nervously. Tech came up behind him, placing a hand on Wrecker’s shoulder. “Go in the cock-pit and help with the course. I will stay here to ensure everything is alright. There is no need to worry. If I do require aid, I will request it.” Wrecker glanced past his shoulder at his brother, sending a short smile of thanks before hurrying off to the cock-pit. Tech carefully sat down on the edge of Wrecker’s bed, just beside your feet. The bed made a small creaking noise and dipped ever so slightly. Tech sighed, back slouching. He glanced once more at your form, eyebrows furrowed. You two would be having quite the serious conversation later.

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Hunter walked up to the bunk, staring before finally saying something. “Tech- we’re coming into Kamino. Take the wheel and comm in (Y/N)’s situation. I’ll get him prepped and Wrecker will carry him till the medical team shows up.” Tech nodded in agreement and stood up, walking to the cock-pit. Hunter glanced down at you, avoiding your face. He had a few of his spare bandannas in hand, ready to wrap up the majority of your face out of respect. It wouldn’t be perfect by any means, but any face covering would be better than nothing for you, he reasoned. Trying his best not to look, Hunter lifted up your head and placed four bandannas on it- two on your forehead, and just one each for your nose bridge and chin. As soon as your face was covered, he re-angled himself to tie the knot behind your head.

After your face was covered as well as anyone would do while still minimizing the risk of further complications, he carefully pulled the blanket away and lifted you up, cautious of the injury. He stayed with you until Wrecker and Tech came, the ship having landed. “There should be medical personnel on their way. I requested that a droid be the one to attend to (Y/N)’s injuries, but whether or not they listened is… uncertain,” Tech said, glancing over at you, worry evident by the slight crease in his eyes and furrow of his eyebrows. Hunter was slightly surprised at his brother’s concern for your culture. There was no reason to explicitly request for a droid, but he did so nonetheless. Usually, Tech would not have cared for such things- so long as the objective was completed and no-one was severely harmed, what did it matter if some cultural lines were crossed?

Hunter’s thoughts were interrupted by Wrecker picking you up bridal style once again, head draped back and arms dangling. His loud stomps echoed through the metal corridor, and it was all Tech could focus on. Which had never happened before- just focusing on one thing and one thing alone. But here he was, watching Wrecker exit the Marauder, you in hand- unclear if you would survive, and the only thing he was aware of was the echoing of Wrecker’s footsteps, you disappearing along with them.

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Tech waited anxiously outside the med-bay door, leg bouncing up and down. The halls were quiet and deserted, only a lone wandering Kaminaon or clone every dozen or so minutes. Tech didn’t know if he preferred the silence or the possibility of crowded and loud halls, people shoving past each other non-stop. He was fairly sure they were both equally terrible options. Hunter had stayed with him a while, but he needed to get back to the rest of the squad- Tech didn’t blame him. He held your helmet in his hands, looking over every detail- every mark, burn, dent, scratch, paint chip, design and patterns and colors- everything. Although, logically, he knew it was very likely that either you or one of his brothers, or himself, would die in this line of work, knowing about it didn’t quite reach the same levels as nearly experiencing it.

The doors slid open, AZ emerging. Tech immediately sat straight up, more alert than ever. Before he could even begin asking questions, AZ began speaking. “(Y/N) (L/N) will fully recover within about 8 rotations. He is no longer bleeding and all sharnale has been removed and the wound has been treated. He is to remain on bed-rest until I give the say so.” Tech didn’t even bother to respond, all he could do was practically jump into the room and land beside your bed. You looked up at him, trying your best to smile- he was not amused. In fact, Tech was at a loss for words. Tech was never at a loss for words.

Actually, scratch all of that. Tech had an abundance of words for you. That much was obvious by the way his face went from “soft and glad you were okay” to his signature “are you kriffing kidding me?” look with an extra splash of anger. Your smile immediately fell.

“What were you thinking- I mean, you decided to throw a bomb which you had no chance of outrunning and for what? That was the most illogical and poorly thought out plan I have ever seen, and I have seen some very stupid things.” It was clear he had more to say, but he figured he’d save it for another time. Tech glared at you for a second longer before pulling up a chair beside the bed.

He let out a long sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose. “You…are intelligent enough to have realized the risks. Just explain why you took such… idiotic ones.”

Silence. “I…I figured that if… you could get out of range, that would be enough. I would throw the bomb and get far away enough to survive, taking out any more droids in the escape. Then, you’d be… fine. I mean, the odds weren’t exactly in our favor, Tech- we were losing that battle- hard. We’d probably both be dead if I hadn’t done what I did.” Tech glanced down, thinking over your words. As much as he hated to admit it- you were right. There may have been another way he would’ve come up with to save your hides, but at the moment- your actions did save them.

“I… am sorry I saw your face. Although I do not understand why a culture would prohibit someone from showing their face- I respect you, and so I do apologize. If it is any consolation, I requested droids only for the medical staff, and Hunter had wrapped up your face as much as he could. Nobody really saw your face- just small fragments of it- except for me, obviously.”

You were silent, bandaged and calloused hands wringing around each other. “It’s… it’s alright. In my Clan, you are allowed to take off your helmet with… certain people. Those you consider… close. You can take off the helmet around those types of people.” You glanced up, eyes just barely meeting. He gulped nervously. No-one outside of his brothers had ever considered him close- and if his hypothesis was right- this type of “close” you were describing was most certainly new- not the type of bond one shares with his brothers.

“Are you… implying that you have a romantic interest in me, (Y/N)?” Tech asked cautiously, as though each word represented him taking another step closer to the edge of a thousand-foot drop.

“Is that alright?” you asked tentatively, turning to properly face him, eyebrows slightly furrowed.

“Well… it is not standard military protocol to… intermingle.” Your gaze fell downwards, grimacing. So much for a confession.

Then he continued. “But we have never been ones to follow protocol.” Your mouth went slightly agape, and you looked back up at him. Your eyes met each other, and he smiled. He didn’t smile often. Tech reached out hesitantly and grabbed your hand, rubbing circles in it. You placed your free hand on his, like a weird romantic sandwich, and let your head fall back, closing your eyes in satisfaction.

“Y’know- if I knew all it would take to confess and know you reciprocated was to have a near-death experience, I would've done it way before.”

Tech jumped back slightly- “‘All it would take?’” he asked, mocking you. His eyes were wide in disbelief at your disregard for such an event. His face was absolutely golden, and you started laughing- evidently, far too much since within a few seconds you were clutching your side in pain. Tech now wore a mixture of his “I told you so” and “that was not amusing” faces, judging you heavily.

"Regardless, AZ informed me that you would need an 8-day bed rest. And as you do not contain your own proper sleeping area, you may share with me. This way I can closely monitor you at the same time. It will be greatly beneficial.”

You cocked your eyebrow, looking directly at him. “If you wanted to cuddle, you could’ve just said so.”

“If you are to keep up this behavior in my sleeping quarters, I will not hesitate to kick you out- both figuratively and literally. Perhaps I’ll just make your “visiting time” as terrible as possible. I am not above such actions.” You scoffed at him, rolling your eyes in a playful manner.

“Here- I made certain that I had kept your helmet. The chest plate was practically unsalvageable, but it is currently on the Marauder. Although you are… comfortable without it around me, it seems, I assumed you would want it for the walk back. Am I correct?”

“You're always correct, and you know that. Thank you, Tech.” You carefully slid the detailed helmet on your head, somewhat sad. Although it was clear that you would need to wear it in the halls and in front of his brothers, you still felt sad you two couldn’t enjoy more time, faces and secrets and emotions and everything exposed for the better. You let the brief moment of sadness wash over- it was better to be grateful. I mean, Tech reciprocated! You couldn’t have asked for anything better.

“Let me assist you in getting up- you are most certainly not fit to walk by yourself,” he said. You obliged, his arms coming up underneath your armpits and hauling you off the bed. You quickly found your grounding, and swung an arm around Tech’s shoulders. You two trudged down the long and barren halls of Kamino until reaching your designated barracks, pausing slightly at the door.

You don’t think you’ve ever felt such joy. You looked at Tech, dark visor meeting his yellow-orange tinted goggles. “Kar'taylir darasuum gar.” Tech knew what it meant. He didn’t need his fancy language visor to tell him what you said. You loved him and he loved you. And that’s all that really mattered. He smiled at you once more before the door opened, Wrecker immediately shouting in joy that you were safe and sound. Everything would be alright from here on out, war be damned.

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cloneloverrrrr · 6 months

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heyyyyy can i request a fic from the smut prompts you reblogged recently 👉👈 specifically Tech x m!reader with “My little slut to ruin.” and “That’s it, fuck, that’s a good boy.”

Hey my angel I’m so sorry this took slightly longer😫

I have tried my best to write for sweet Tech and this is my first M x reader fic I hope it’s ok & you are happy with it ✨❤️🥲 if I have not wrote this correct or miss said anything LMK 🫶🏻

Dividers my my best boo @idontgetanysleep 🫶🏻

𝗚𝗼𝗼𝗱 𝗕𝗼𝘆- 𝗢𝗻𝗲 𝗦𝗵𝗼𝘁 ⠀

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𝗥𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀:🔞 𝗠𝗶𝗻𝗼𝗿𝘀 𝗗𝗢 𝗡𝗢𝗧 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁 𝗠𝗮𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁

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𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴: 𝗖𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗙𝗼𝗿𝗰𝗲 𝟵𝟵 𝗧𝗲𝗰𝗵 𝘅 𝗠!𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿, 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝗶𝗻𝘀𝗲𝗿𝘁⠀⠀⠀⠀

𝗪𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 868

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𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: 𝗦𝗠𝗨𝗧 𝗦𝗠𝗨𝗧 𝗦𝗠𝗨𝗧 𝗦𝗠𝗨𝗧 , 𝗧𝗲𝗰𝗵 𝗯𝗲𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮 𝘀𝗲𝗰𝗿𝗲𝘁 𝗗𝗢𝗠, 𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵 𝘀𝗲𝘅, 𝘂𝗻𝗽𝗿𝗼𝘁𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝘀𝗲𝘅, 𝗱𝗶𝗿𝘁𝘆 𝘁𝗮𝗹𝗸 / 𝗱𝗲𝗴𝗿𝗮𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗮𝗹𝗸, 𝗯𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗳 𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗢𝗿𝗮𝗹 𝗠 𝗿𝗲𝗰𝗲𝗶𝘃𝗶𝗻𝗴

Tech sat at his desk in the workshop, forever wanting to keep his hands busy with repairs or upgrades, seemingly whatever he can get his hands on and your hoping it’s you, the first time had opened your eyes to something new. You now know that Tech fucks just like he thinks- fast and without pause, completely merciless. And oh maker you needed it again.

Once more you found yourself in front of the door to his private quarters eagerly awaiting his touch. A soft knock at his door.

“Enter” you hear Tech along with a buzzing sound, clearly he was engaged.

“You wanted to see me sir?” In no way are you hiding the pathetic begging in your voice that you want him, want to be ruined by him.

“Affirmative” Tech speaks but his do not move from the device in front of him.

“Remove your items of clothing” his voice low, lower than usual and maker it got you hard.

You slowly begin to remove your clothes placing them neatly by his work desk. His eyes begin to study you yet he does not speak one word however the deep desire to ruin you is taking over as each second goes by.

“You’ve been working all day Tech let me take c..”

Your words cut off by an loud over the top selfish sigh, his hand gesturing you to stop speaking.

“I suggest you play with yourself whilst I get undressed. Do not make me wait longer than needed.”

Of course you do as your told for Tech, he fucks you so good you’d be a kriffing fool to now do as he says. You spit into your hand and gently fist your length, a breath hitches in the back of your throat and you bite your bottom lip, a feeble attempt to stifle your delicate moans.

He makes quick haste of removing his armour piece by piece, his blacks unable to hide the growing bulge. He sucks in a deep breath and something primal, something hungry flashed behind his goggles. The look had you feeling weak at the knees blood rushing to your sex already so fucking hard for him leaking beads of pre cum.

Before you could even speak Tech flipped you over onto your stomach, his lean muscular thigh pushed between your legs spreading you open for him to take as his. To claim.

The harsh possessive grip on your hips tingled your flesh as he pulled your ass up aligning you just right with his throbbing length. Tech bent over slightly spitting down your ass, deft fingers massaging the wetness.

He hums his approval.

Breathy groans fell from your lips.

You whimper as he slides into you with force, stretching your hole around his cock, the aches and stings send goosebumps erupting across your skin.

“Ohh Tech - fuck “ you rasp.

His pace slow at first allowing you time to adjust to his size. Without warning his calloused hands push you right down into the mattress , face pushed into the pillows. He lays down atop of you his thighs spread yours apart allowing deeper access and he fucks into you merciless.

Skin on skin, full heavy balls slapping against you, pants and groans fill the room.

“That’s it, fuck, that’s a good boy” his voice horse , strained.

Tech has bringing you to orgasm down to a science; he is in complete control of how long you both last.

He’s in control, he likes it and won’t give up. A mindless emotionless fuck and he wants to see you come undone for him.

“My little slut to ruin” he groans as his pants become faster.

He leans forward and places kisses your bare neck, dragging his tongue across your skin and grazing his teeth down your skin , you whine and groan in response, his pace becoming harder more vehement, ripping your hole apart and it feels so good, your sweet release oh so close.

Your fingers claw into the grey covers below you, your eyes shut as your face contours into blissful pleasure. Your throbbing cock desperate to cum. One last painful thrust has your body erupting pure rapture warm cum shoots out underneath you staining the sheets. Pitiful moans and chanting Techs name over and over fill the small room.

“Mmm good boy did that feel good?” His words stutter as his pace falters.

It doesn’t take long for Tech to paint your insides with warm thick ropes of cum. His strained cries such beautiful music to your ears.

Techs lithe body collapses against yours as he holds onto your shoulders. Finally as his breathing calms he gently removes himself from you placing a tender kiss at the base of your spine. Your contented sigh brings a small smile to his lips. Tech watches as you turn over to face him a devilish glee twinkling in your eyes.

“I take it you won’t plunder our little secret?” He says with a gravely voice as you begin to take his throbbing member in your mouth.

#clone thot #clone force 99 #clone trooper tech #clone force 99 tech #tbb tech #tech smut #talk to me about clones #tech is a naughty boy #tech bad batch #tech x reader #tech x m reader

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vodika-vibes · 3 months

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Hi! May I request an androgynous-presenting m!reader x Tech where he meets the reader at a club where they work as a dancer to get intel for a job and some… steamy stuff transpires? Perhaps with the reader and Tech being on kinda equal grounds flirtation-wise, as I always find overly blushy readers or Batch members a bit awkward.

Love your fics! Cheers!

The Dancer

Summary: You’ve been undercover as a dancer at the most well known night club on Coruscant for months now, and you’ve come to enjoy it. In part for the attention, in part for the extra money, and in part for him, Tech.

Pairing: TBB Tech x M!Reader

Word Count: 1756

Warnings: Smutty/Spicy/Steamy

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni

A/N: I don't use any pronouns for the reader in this fic at all, though if I had I would have used they/them pronouns. But the reader does have male sex organs. I hope this is close to what you wanted. You said steamy, rather than full on smut so I stopped before anything more happened. Please let me know if this isn't what you wanted, and I'll try again.

“Another theme night?” You ask, shivering as the cold paint is applied to your spine, “Kriff! That’s freezing!”

“Deal with it.” Ali, your friend and fellow dancer, says as he carefully paints another scale on your spine.

“I have to wonder about the political correctness of this theme,” You continue, more to yourself than to your friend, “I mean, in a galaxy where Nautolans and Mon Cala exist, is a mermaid/merman theme really the way to go?”

“Turn around,” Ali says, as he sits back, “I need to paint scales on your neck and down your sides.”

You sigh, “I feel like a canvas.”

“That’s what we all are. Little more than canvases for the boss’s artistic vision.” Ali rolls his eyes, “He got new rings for all of us. With ‘beads that match his vision’.”

“Which means green or blue, right?”

Ali snorts, “They’re teal.”

You roll your eyes, “Yeah, yeah. Whatever.”

“Also, he has color spray for your hair.” He tosses a spray bottle into your hands, “Get styling.”

“This job kind of sucks sometimes.”

“Be grateful he’s going with a water theme and not the winged theme that he was originally planning.”

“Don’t remind me.” You carefully work the color through your hair as Ali paints your skin, and you’re thrilled when you both finish at the same time.

“Don’t forget the earrings.” Ali says as he presses a new set of earrings into your hands.

“These are so tacky.” You bitch, even as you remove your simple silver studs and replace them then the teal teardrop shaped bead that hangs from a chain.

“And yet, we’re going to make bank.” Ali says, “Come on. It’s almost time to begin.” He flashes a sly smirk, “Maybe you’ll see that cute clone that’s been coming to watch you.”

“They’re all cute,” You reply with a lazy wave of your hand.

“The one with glasses.”

“What’s wrong, babe? Jealous?”

“Of you? Please. We both know I’m the pretty one.” Ali winks at you and then leads the way out of the room with you hot on his heels.

“Pretty? I think you mispronounced petty, Al.”

“I can be both.” He says with a laugh as he joins the sea of green and blue clad women and men.

You allow yourself to be swept with the throng of people, and a small smile crosses your face when you step into the club proper. As ever, it’s been totally transformed. The normal rich reds and golds, replaced with blues, greens, purples, and silvers.

“Alright, alright.” The owner of the club climbs up onto a platform, his eyes alight with glee, “You all look amazing! You look exactly like I envisioned~” He claps his hands together, “Alright. The dancers tonight are anyone who has gold on their outfit.”

You look down at the panels of cloth hanging from your waist…blues, greens, and silvers. No gold. Guess you’re not on dancing detail tonight.

“If you have silver on you, you’re going to be wandering the floor.” The owner continues, “And anyone with bronze is a bartender or wait staff. Any questions?”

“Yeah,” Ali raises a hand, he’s wearing an identical outfit to you, only with gold rather than silver, “Any special events tonight?”

“None that were cleared with me.” The owner replies, “Alright everyone, places! We open in 30!”

The crowd disperses into three distinct sections, and you head towards the door, joking lightly with some of your coworkers. You never get much intel on Theme Nights, but honestly, you’re not that bothered.

They’re fun.

Several hours later, you’re done with the night.

Theme nights are fun, but they’re exhausting. All you want is to take a break.

Your eyes flicker across the club one more time, and then you see the one person you were hoping to see.

Tech is tucked in a booth in the back of the club, he looks kind of uncomfortable, but he also looks very curious about the employees.

Well, what kind of employee would you be if you let him remain curious. A sharp grin crosses your face, as you abruptly turn and weave through the crowd of people.

“Well now, color me surprised.” You joke as you lean your hip against the silver rimmed table. “I didn’t expect to see you here. Tonight of all nights.”

Tech’s head snaps up, and he blinks at you, startled.

His gaze flickers across the paint decorating your arms, sides, and chest, and then drops to the gauzy, floaty material hanging from your waist, and then his gaze snaps back to your face.

“You invited me.” Tech says, matter of factly, his gaze dropping back to the paint low on your hips, “It would have been rude of me to not come.”

“Sure, sure.” You grin at him, your eyes sparkling, “Like the paint?”

“Yes.” Tech replies honestly, “It is very attractive.”

You laugh, “Have I ever mentioned how much I love your honesty?”

Tech’s lips twitch into a smile, “Not recently.”

“Shame. You should visit more often so I can heap praise on you.”

“I am afraid that you will make my ego swell.” Tech says as he takes a sip of his drink.

“Just your ego? Pity.” You say, once he’s taken a sip.

Tech chokes on his drink, “You,” He coughs, “You did that on purpose.”

“I have no idea what you mean.”

“Of course not.” The sarcasm just drips from his voice, and you grin at him, “You know,” Tech notes after a moment, “My brothers say that you are a bad influence.”

“I don’t really care about what your brothers think.” You counter with a shrug, “I care about what you think. So, Tech, do you think I’m a bad influence?”

Tech gaze drops to your lips, to your chest, to your hips, “The worst.”

You grin at him, “You know there are private rooms available, right?”

“Is that an invitation?”

“You know that it is.”

Tech glances away from you for a moment, “I…probably should not.”

“Why?”

“My brothers will not approve of any of this.”

You lean over the table, and hook your finger around the collar of his shirt, “I told you,” You say with a sharp smile, “I don’t care what your brothers think.”

Tech obviously wars with his indecision, and you decide to give him one more push, “If you’re really not willing, Tech, I won’t make you. But you know that anyone here can buy my time, right?”

Tech frowns, “Yes. I know.” He glances at his datapad for a moment, seeming to read a message on the screen, and then he stands. “I think I would like a private room.”

“A fine choice, sir.” You reply gleefully, “This way.” You lead him through the crowd of people, until you reach the quieter part of the club, where the private rooms are located.

Three of them are being used, but the one on the end isn’t, and that’s where you lead him. You open the door, and adjust the time so that the charges will be applied to you, rather than him, and then you move to the side to let him in the room.

You’re careful to lock the door, and then, promptly, drop onto one of the plush chairs with a groan. “That’s much better.” You say as you rip the ridiculous looking sandals that you were forced into off your feet and toss them to the side.

Tech settles next to you, and for one, he’s not even glancing at his datapad, instead his gaze is locked on you.

“See something you like?”

“May I touch you?”

You arch a brow, “If you like.”

His rough, calloused hand lands on your chest, and lightly tracing the painted scales, he looks surprised. They’re not coming off.

“I have to use special soap to wash the paint off.” You explain as you allow him to push you to your back on the couch. “It’s about as much of a pain as you expect.”

Tech’s hands trace down your torso, lightly tracing the paint as it makes its way down your body. “How far down does the paint go?”

You arch a single brow, “Why don’t you look and see?”

Tech’s hands hesitate low on your stomach, and then, with surprising swiftness, he unfastens the belt holding the panels of cloth on, and he carefully sets it to the side.

The trunks that you’re wearing are low cut, intentionally so to allow for as much skin to be painted as possible, and you settle back on the couch as Tech’s hands drift lower and lower.

He swallows, hard, “Does the paint go under-”

Truthfully, yes. Ali’s something of a perfectionist, so you are actually completely covered in paint, but rather than telling him that, you just smirk, “I’m not telling. If you wanna know, you have to see for yourself.”

Tech’s gaze locks with yours, “You do not think I’ll do it.” He accuses as he rubs small circles against your skin with his thumbs.

Honestly, his touch is starting to make it hard to think, and you can feel yourself hardening. Of course, you have no shame, and if Tech’s noticed he hasn’t said anything about it.

“You think so?”

Tech keeps his gaze locked on yours as he hooks his fingers under the waist of the shorts, and he tugs them down sharply. His gaze drops from your face, and trails down to your now achingly hard cock.

It, like every other part of you, has been carefully painted. And Tech’s face twitches.

He trails a light finger across the paint decorating your cock, and you twitch, a low hiss falling from your lips, “You let someone paint you.” He sounds jealous and you laugh.

“Jealous, Tech?”

“Annoyingly, yes.”

You smirk at him, smugly.

“You are incredibly annoying.” Tech announces as he wraps his hand around the base of your cock and gives you a firm stroke, pulling a curse from your lips and causing your hips to twitch.

“I’m not the one teasing.” You reply. “I’m also not the one still fully dressed.”

Tech pauses, midstroke, and then he leans down and crashes his lips against yours. What starts out as a heated kiss, becomes softer and more needy the longer it goes on, and you reach around him to tangle your fingers in his hair at the base of his skull.

“I…” Tech breathes against your lips, “I want you. Need you.”

And you laugh, “You have me, Tech.”

#star wars #tbb #tbb tech x reader #tech x reader #star wars fanfiction #x reader fanfiction #m!reader fic #answered asks

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goblininawig · 1 year

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Technical Comfort

Tech/f!reader one shot

Summary: Clone Force 99 has been ordered to transport you safely to Coruscant. But the mission goes sideways, and you end up spending two nights alone with Tech.

#tbb tech #tbb #tbb fanfic #the bad batch smut #tbb tech x you #clone trooper tech #star wars #female reader #reader insert #read on ao3 #rated m #goblininawig

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spilledkauffie · 2 years

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Make That Seven

Pairing: Sergeant Hunter (TBB) x Female!Reader Word Count: 3.1k T/W: pregnancy description / discussion A/N: for this request ❤︎︎

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“I have successfully acquired the cargo,” Tech’s voice came through Hunter’s helmet in a static, but proud tone.

“You mean we have successfully acquired it,” Echo chimed in with a strain, sounding as though he was the one struggling to physically hold on to the cargo.

Hunter, ignoring whatever situation was taking place aboard, turned to you; yelling so you could hear him over the few blaster fires coming hot on your tail from behind, “they have the cargo!”

“Great,” you respond, closing your eyes momentarily as the blaster fires stirred the gravel in front of you, causing dust to rush around your face, “so how do we get rid of them?”

You gestured behind, to the speeders closing in.

“Leave it to me,” Wrecker quickly fell back, punching his fists together, proceeding to pick up the nearest object of debris, hurling it at the two low speeders after you.

You came to a halt at the anticipation of an explosion, Hunter dived over to where you had sunk to your knees, using his body to protect you from any flying metal scraps that were once a part of a well-oiled machine Wrecker was dismantling. Feeling Hunter’s chest press against your back, you squeezed your eyes shut at a second explosion and pushed back against him, waiting to hear all the falling pieces come down before you looked up.

“Well,” you finally said in an exhausted sigh, looking over your shoulder to meet Hunter’s helmet, “that’ll do it.”

“Nice going, Wrecker,” Hunter said, half with a sigh, just glad that it was over.

“No problem, Serg! Ha ha hah!”

Shaking your head, you and Hunter were suddenly drawn to a familiar ship landing a few paces away. Wrecker was making his way over with some of the more interesting pieces of machinery that Tech had requested he bring along with him over the com. As you pushed yourself back onto your heels, Hunter’s arm came around you from behind, gently placing his hand on your stomach as you stabilize yourself, using his opposite hand to hold yours he softly pulled you up.

You stood, completely out of breath, dropping your head back against his chest for a moment, just thankful to be alive after the chaos that had taken place. Of course, for the boys this was a normal mission, so the rest started boarding the Marauder with only the slightest heaviness in breath. It was near impossible to keep up with them sometimes, but you were more than happy to be along. Exhaling deeply, finally catching your breath, you noticed Hunter’s hand still spread on your stomach gently. Turning around slowly and giving some space between you and him, you found him looking pensively and concerningly like you’d never seen before. Shocked he’d removed his helmet before boarding, you brought your arms closer to your side in a soft but mildly defensive manner, figuring something was wrong that you just couldn’t sense yet.

“Hunter?” You speak meeting his eyes directly.

There’s a pause as Hunter takes a deep breath, looking more and more confused by the second himself; he’s always been able to sense things, and they even seemed heightened when it came to those he loved most. But this was different, this was nothing like he’d ever experienced before. There was the resounding sense that the two of you weren’t just the two of you anymore. Of late, he swore he heard your heartbeat double, every time he sensed your pulse, he sensed it twice, one much more timidly than your usual, but nevertheless it was there.

“Are you. . . okay?” He asks suddenly, furrowing his brows and closing any space between you, which ironically made you feel more at ease that it wasn’t incoming danger.

Dropping your hands you shrug, chest still rising and falling a little faster than his, “oh yeah, of course. Not all of us can be elite and-“

“You’re sure you’re. . . okay?” Hunter ducks his head a little lower, squinting his eyes and speaking softer.

“Hunter,” you half laugh to yourself at his overprotective nature, “I’m fine, seriously, not even a scratch on me, Hun.”

Although Hunter’s expression doesn’t change, you smile before placing a lingering kiss to the corner of his lips, pulling back to meet his eyes once more to assure him that you were fine, placing your hand on his chest plate.

“Hurry up lovebirds, or the nest is about to be blown up,” Crosshair calls from the open door on the Marauder.

Turning your head swiftly to face the facility you’d just escaped, you could hardly see anything on the horizon.

“He sees something we can’t,” Hunter acknowledges, taking your hand in his as you both make for the ship’s open door.

Once on board, Tech and Echo, who had been relieved from holding on to the cargo by Wrecker, immediately worked to get you all out of the new danger, but it wasn’t until you left the planet’s atmosphere that everyone relaxed, well, nearly everyone. Crosshair was busy disassembling and cleaning his gear in his usual spot by the map projector, Echo was near the back helping Tech strap down the cargo they hadn’t had time to truly and safely secure in the middle of all the action and you were with Wrecker in the cockpit, talking while he snacked. Hunter, on the other hand, was staring at you from the hull, bouncing a knee.

“Problem?” Crosshair’s voice suddenly broke into Hunter’s thoughts.

“Wh- no, nothing,” Hunter shook his head once, leaning back in the seat trying to act normally, having completely forgotten Crosshair was next to him, “mission went great, so everything’s fine as usual.”

Crosshair pointed an eyebrow, not believing a word Hunter said. He tried to keep eye contact with Crosshair, but every time there was a mildly loud noise coming from the cockpit his eyes darted over to double-check that you were okay. When he returned to meet Crosshair’s gaze, he found him with lips pressed together in a smile. Crosshair then shifted his toothpick and proceeded to make the most obvious shift in gaze over to you, causing Hunter to follow it before Crosshair dropped his head rolling back to Hunter his eyes as if asking him to explain.

“Okay,” Hunter gave in calmly, swivelling the chair away from the cockpit door so you wouldn’t be likely to hear; Crosshair followed suit, “I’m a little worried about her, something’s been…off, medically I think.”

“You’re not just overreacting?” Crosshair suggested, casually returning to cleaning his riffle, aware that Hunter clearly wanted to keep the conversation looking as normal as possible, just in case you looked over.

“I’m sure; it’s been going on for a few weeks now,” Hunter admitted, “so I know it’s not just me since it’s-”

“Persisting,” Crosshair finished the sentence, “right, so what’s your plan? Does she know?”

“No,” Hunter dropped his head.

“That’s not very good leadership communication,” Crosshair smiled, knowing it’d ruffle Hunter’s feathers.

“I’m trying to figure it out before I say anything,” Hunter got a little more defensive in his tone, drawing your attention.

You peeked around the chair from the cockpit back at the two; Crosshair acted like he was looking for something in his kit as Hunter gave you a soft smile that always let you know everything was okay. Returning it, you turned back to Wrecker who was trying to spot shapes in the stars with you out the front window as you drifted in space.

“And how is this investigation going, Hunter?” Tech’s voice came in, obviously curious about the situation; Hunter looked up to see Tech and Echo behind Crosshair, they’d clearly come up from strapping the cargo down. “I couldn’t help but overhear something about you trying to figure something out?”

Tech pushed the bridge of his goggles up, looking between his brothers, awaiting an answer. Hunter sighed reluctantly, he didn’t really want to tell anyone else about his suspicions, except you when the time was right, but nevertheless, he explained his feeling that something was going on with you medically, even though he couldn’t tell what.

“Oh, how interesting,” Tech said thoughtfully, after Hunter’s explanation, “well, I could conduct some exams if-”

“No,” Hunter quickly cut Tech off from finishing his sentence, before closing his eyes and taking a deep breath, “I actually think I’ve figured it out already.”

“Then what are you waiting for,?” Crosshair dropped back in his seat, crossing his arms, now completely confused why Hunter was dragging the conversation out so long if he’d known all along.

“Well, because it’s- complicated,” he looked around at his three brothers, all waiting for him to say it, “I think she’s…pregnant.”

“What?” Crosshair said in a low voice.

“Oh!” Was all Tech had to interject.

“Well, I’ve been hearing-”

“Wait, wait, wait,” Echo started, in complete shock, “Hunter, you’re telling me we’ve got a baby on board?”

“Look at it this way,” Tech turned to Echo, “she’s already been on various amount of missions that could have compromised the safety of herself as well as-”

“Believe it or not, that’s not helping,” Echo crossed his arms over his chest.

“I know,” Hunter tried to quell the group, certain you were overhearing every single word, “just don’t say anything.”

“I will if you won’t,” Echo stated confidently, purely out of care for you, “she needs to know.”

“I’m going to, I will,” Hunter strained to keep his patience, “I’m just figuring out the right time, and brace myself for the outcome; what if she doesn’t want me around now that a kid’s entering the picture? We’re not exactly safe, I’m working on it.”

“Well figure it out faster,” Crosshair said, getting up, “otherwise you’re jeopardizing her.”

“I mean, logically, she would figure it out eventually if you simply wait until the-”

“Would you stop?” Echo turned to face Tech directly, discouraging his scientific observations for the time being, “Hunter, you have to tell her, I’m sure she’ll take it a lot better than you think, but she has to know, it’s too dangerous to hold off on.”

“You’re right,” he admitted, “I mean, I could be wrong, but…”

The sound of your joyous laughter broke off the conversation between the boys; looking to the cockpit, Wrecker had his arms wrapped tightly around your waist and was hoisting you up, stomping around the cockpit, obviously mimicking the creatures you had previously faced on a mission.

“Wrecker!” came a concerned and scolding exclamation from the hull.

Wrecker immediately and completely stopped in his tracks at what he was doing, as if he’d frozen. Turning only his head, he took to staring and blinking toward the four of his brothers. It was completely normal for you and Wrecker to be this playful, he picked you up and hugged you wildly all the time, so the sudden backlash from all four startled you. They had all moved closer to the cockpit doorway but stopped when Wrecker paused. There was a shared confusion between you and Wrecker as you glanced over to them as well.

“Wh-what?” Wrecker asked, suddenly feeling bad, unsure why and what for.

“Just- be careful,” Hunter tried, “with…her.”

“I- I always am,” he responded; worried that he’d hurt you, Wrecker looked to you in his arms, and you looked up just as puzzled before he assured the group, “she’s okay.”

Hunter grasped for words but didn’t have any. Glancing around to his brothers they all gave him a look telling him to come out with it, Hunter was fairly certain someone was going to start a countdown giving him a matter of seconds to tell you before one of them stepped in.

“Ah, Wrecker, think you could give me just a few minutes with her?”

“Ohhhh, getting jealous of our time together? Say no more Serg, she’s all yours,” Wrecker laughed, mood completely returning to his usual oblivious, but kind-hearted nature.

Setting you down softly, Wrecker winked obviously at Hunter as he passed and began looking for more snacks; you adjusted your outfit back into place. Sitting down in one of the passenger’s chairs, Hunter joined you in the seat adjacent. Looking you over, you were so stunning to him in the dim light coming from the window, a thousand stars and planets in your eyes. Hunter was beginning to worry he’d ruin everything if he said something, but then he heard and felt it again, he could feel it as if it was a part of him so deeply that he had to let you know it was a part of you too.

“What were you guys talking about?” You inquired, “it looked pretty serious.”

“Ah, yeah,” Hunter leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees avoiding your eyes for a moment, before looking up, rubbing the back of his neck with a hand, “look, you’re sure you’re feeling alright?”

“Of course,” you giggled, “Hun, we went over this I’m totally-”

“I mean…before the mission, did you feel alright? No…stomach pain?” Hunter was entirely out of his league here, he had no idea the best ways to identify pregnancy other than when it started to show, but his instinct told him it was the case even if no one else could possibly know it yet.

“Stomach…pain?” You dipped your head and perked an eyebrow, still a faint smile on your face.

“Or…you know…maybe fatigue? Dizziness? Missed anything?”

“C’mon, what is this an experiment for Tech? He’s just too shy to ask?” You almost laughed again, yourself at the idea of Tech asking you these questions.

Giving a sigh seeing that this method was going nowhere and he’d have to present his idea sooner or later since you had no idea yet. Hunter turned quiet for a while, staring at the floor of the ship. You could tell there was something more serious on hand; Hunter was a protector by nature, but this seemed a bit much even for him, he trusted you when you told him how you were feeling, the fact that he was questioning it wasn’t like him.

“What’s bothering you? I’m okay, just tell me,” you encouraged, meeting him, leaning forward and placing a hand on his forearm, “we’ll work it out together, but I’ve got to know to help.”

Hunter half smiled to himself, looking at your hand on his arm, caressing it with his opposite hand; if only you knew.

“Alright, but just hear me out first,” Hunter glanced up with pleading eyes, a rare sight.

“Of course,” you moved closer to the edge of your seat so you could take both his hands in yours.

“For a while now…I’ve been sensing something I couldn’t explain. Every time I touch you it gets stronger, but it’s always there. It’s like it’s a part of me too.” You nodded for him to go on, “and as time has gone on, I think I’ve figured out what it is. It’s your pulse, and it’s doubled,” Hunter winced a little expecting a reaction, but nothing came yet, “it’s softer and not as strong, but there’s another heartbeat inside you and so I think…that…”

Hunter slowed his sentence down as he watched your eyes become brighter than the stars reflecting in them and your smile widen excitedly; he could feel your hands tightening around his. You nodded when he stopped, but he didn’t say anything more, he wanted you to be the one to say it, to confirm the thoughts and feelings that had been rushing through his mind nonstop.

“We’re pregnant?” You spoke in a whisper as delicate as a dove.

“I think so,” Hunter nodded, your energy contagious as he couldn’t help but smile back at you.

Letting go of his hands, you leaned back in your chair, tucking your legs up and covering your smile with your hands. The stars never looked so bright. Tears of joy were brimming in your eyes as a million future scenarios rushed through your mind. The fact that Hunter’s senses were so attentive to you that he could sense the moment you became pregnant made you even more emotional as you began to think of how attentive he was going to be with the child, forever keeping them safe.

“Honey, are you-” Hunter was cut off by a gasp as you leaned to grasp his hands tightly.

“Wait until we tell your brothers,” you smiled, “they’ll be so happy too, I just know it! How should we tell them?”

“About that,” Hunter returned to a mildly anxious state, “they might…already…mostly know.”

Your smile faded, “so…so I was the last to know?”

Hunter took a deep breath, realising how that came across.

“You knew and you told them first?” Your eyebrows furrowed together.

“Not intentionally. I wasn’t planning on it, but apparently, I wasn’t as subtle as I thought I was so they noticed, and Crosshair, he saw right through me.”

“He’s good at that,” you admit with a soft smile, thinking over the situation; of course, his brothers knew him best and it wasn’t that hard to tell something had been off with him, “well, as long as you didn’t hide it on purpose.”

“Promise,” Hunter stroked the side of your cheek with his hand.

“Hunter,” you sighed his name happily, leaning into his touch and closing your eyes, “I couldn’t be happier than right now.”

Leaning forward, Hunter kisses your forehead, lingering against your skin for a moment, before resting his chin against your temple.

“You know, there is someone who doesn’t know,” Hunter spoke.

“Really?” You pulled back a little bit, confused.

Hunter smirked, certain that Wrecker hadn’t heard when he looked to the hull and found him in the middle of trying to tease Crosshair with his Lula, a daily routine for him. Taking your hand in his, Hunter nodded for you to rejoin the group and you quickly wiped away the tears that had slipped passed your lashes. The four who already knew all directed their attention to you; they glanced to Hunter quickly to confirm that he had told you and when Hunter gave a subtle nod, their gazes met you.

“Congratulations are in order,” Crosshair nodded from where he was sitting.

“This will be a most fascinating time, I do hope that we can meet any requirements,” Tech said with a gentle smile and an adjustment of his goggles.

“We’re all very excited for you,” Echo joined.

“Yeah!!” Wrecker exclaimed, raising a fist to the sky, before a blanket of confusion came over his face, “wait, for what? What happened? It’s just been the six of us.”

He looked around at everyone, clearly, he was the only one out of the loop. Hunter and you exchanged glances before he gestured to you with open arms.

You bit the inside of your lip unable to contain your smile, “make that seven.”

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If anyone Has or knows of Hunterx M!reader fics pelase link them to me, or if you or someone know who has writing requests (or commissions im not picky) open please lemme know.

Any Batcher x M!reader really just hand em over please

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nahoney22 · 11 months

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Hwooo! Love your TBB x reader fics they’re really somethin! May I request somethin for Tech x m!reader, (no y/n preferably) and perhaps a bit spicy bc episode 4 really set me off! Something to do with some alone time on the ship and some well deserved praise for Tech after winning the race…? Idk if I’m specifying the details right but there ya go :3 thanks!!

Your Winner***

Tech X M!Reader

word count: 1k

After Tech’s win at the races, you just can’t help but award him in private.

warnings: NSFW, 18+only. Established relationship, male reader, praise, cumming on each other, blowjobs and handjobs, petnames, kisses. Slightly dom from both parties. Not proofread.

authors note: sorry for the wait. Hope you enjoy anon and it’s just enough spice. Not the best at doing male reader so hope it’s okay.

If your love for your boyfriend could not have grown any stronger, today's events certainly elevated it to new heights. Witnessing him emerge victorious in the race for Cid sent your heart racing, and you couldn't help but be smitten by Tech's exceptional racing skills and precision.

Back at Cid's place, Wrecker and Omega couldn't contain their excitement as they boasted about Tech's talent. Their praise made Tech a bit bashful, yet everyone cheered and congratulated him. However, you wanted to express your congratulations in a more…intimate manner.

"Hey babe, care to join me on the Marauder for a little while?" you ask, leaning against the bar while he sits on a stool, savoring a celebratory drink. He looks up and immediately finds himself smirking in response to your hinting and flirtatious gaze.

"Do you have something specific in mind?" he inquires, raising an eyebrow curiously.

"Maybe," you hum, turning away from him. "Follow me and find out if you're interested."

He watches you leave the parlour, hastily finishing his drink before jogging after you. As you both hurry toward the ship, he slides his fingers between yours, a gesture of closeness and anticipation.

Once onboard, it is Tech who takes the lead, gently kissing your cheek, jaw, and neck, before moving up to your earlobe and finally capturing your lips. "Forgive me for being forward, but will you be rewarding me with pleasure, my cyare?" he whispers.

You moan softly against his lips, your hands finding their place on his broad shoulders as his touch begins to awaken your arousal, your pants tightening just a little. “Why don’t you take a seat and find out?” You smirk, gently pushing on his chest until he finds himself being pushed down to sit on the pilots seat as you stand in front of him.

He looks up at you with nothing but love and lust in his eyes, placing a hand over the growth in his pants and palms himself slowly. “What did you have in mind for my reward then? I’m rather intrigued.” He rasps, watching you slide of your shirt and slowly kneel down on the floor in front of him.

“It doesn’t take a genius to know what I want to do to you, my winner.” You grin, fingers caressing his toned thighs, making him shudder at the ticklish feeling.

Tech inhales as he watches you lick your lips before tugging on the hem of his pants and pulling them down where his erect cock springs free. You moan softly to yourself, always in awe at the sight of him especially as you look up at him from between his legs. “Do you want this?”

He nods, fingers gripping onto the underside of his seat as his cock twitches upon your touch, gently stroking his velvet length. “Yes handsome, yes I do.”

Slowly, you trail your tongue from the base of his cock up to the tip where you just can’t help but tease him with some soft kitten like licks to his swollen end. He sighs, eyes closing behind his goggles as he relishes in the feeling of your tongue wrapping around him as you start to suck him off.

“Good boy,” Tech whispers, biting his lower lip as he gazes down at you, “this reward is definitely worth the risk I took today.”

“It was dangerous,” you say softly, trailing your tongue along the veins of his length, “but very sexy.”

He chuckles, dark and husky. “Perhaps I am to engage in more dangerous activities if this is to be expected.” He grunts as you go deep, his tip poking the back of your throat that you expertly learnt not to gag too anymore. His hand lifts and holds the back of your head, gently guiding you as you move up and down against him.

Titling his head, Tech grins at the sight of what you still had hiding in your pants and orders you to touch yourself.

“I can see your erection darling, be a saint and let me see you touch touch yourself as you suck on my length.” Again, you softly moan and use one hand to free yourself from the confines of your pants, feeling how your tip was already oozing that you used as lubricant once you being to stroke yourself.

“Tech,” you whine, pulling away from his cock as you feel yourself nearing your peak already, desperate for release.

“Reward me by cumming on me, darling.” Tech cooed as he quickly pulls his shirt off and starts gesturing you to stand. Standing with shaken knees, you stand over him, pumping along your length whilst panting and sweating.

You bite your lip, stars starting to cloud your vision as Tech urges you to cum, calling you everything you wanted to hear. “T-Tech, fuck, I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum!” You pump rapidly until ribbons of white shoot out and onto Tech’s toned chest, painting him with your desire but it wasn’t over, you need him to cum too.

Leaning down and capturing his lips in a fiery embrace, you place one hand on the headrest of the chair to support you whilst using your other to palm his cock before flicking your wrist up and down, twisting and spitting on his cock until he reaches his climax and when he does, it’s stunning.

He’s begging into your mouth, whining for his release that you were more than willing to give him.

“Go on, cum for me Tech. This is your reward baby.” You grin against his lips, feeling his body twitch below you until he lets out an exasperated breath and you feel your hand start to get warm and sticky from his release.

He comes down from his high, sighing soundly and placing a lazy kiss to your cheek before sitting up after finding himself slumped down on his seat. “You really are something, my love.” He sighs happily with a toothy grin, watching as you clean yourself up and wiping your hand with a cloth, passing it to him so he could do the same.

“I could say the same about you too champion.” You smile and wait for a moment until he’s comfortable enough before you sit yourself in his lap and place a gentle peck to his sweaty cheek. “You should win races more often.”

“Perhaps I shall.”

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clone-anon · 11 months

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Masterlist

This is sort of a masterlist. Sometimes I send someone a story and they decide to keep it to themselves (which is totally good and fine!), so I don’t have it posted. Here are the ones that are posted.

Assume these are gender neutral unless stated otherwise. I also tried to indicate the theme of each ficlet or something that happens and if they are platonic/could be read that way. If you notice any errors please let me know!

501st (multiple clones)

Rex x f!reader have the 501st over for dinner

Echo and Fives x platonic medic reader struggling with nightmares

Rex, Cody, Fives, and Echo x platonic transmasc reader helping with dysphoria

Rex, Cody, Fives, and Echo x platonic reader support when depression hits

The Bad Batch (multiiple clones)

TBB x reader who has had a terrible day and needs support

Hunter and Wrecker x plus size f!reader (platonic) go dress shopping

Hunter and Tech x platonic reader who is overwhelmed

Hunter and Tech x reader who struggles with self-depricating thoughts

Coruscant Guards (multiple clones)

Headcanon: Corrie Guards and their pets

x platonic padawan artist reader

Below, clones are listed in alphabetical order.

Boba

x reader snuggling (Daimyo Boba)

Boil

x reader making out on a loveseat

Cody

x m!reader reconnecting when Cody has leave

x reader and Cody starts a garden

x m!reader who is sick and mildly dramatic about it

x reader where Cody gives reassurance

x reader who is having a hard day

x reader being domestic

x reader go to a festival

x reader where Cody surprises you on your birthday

x reader where he surprises you with lunch

x reader the story of how you met

x reader making plans on a rainy day

Rex, Cody, Fives, and Echo x platonic transmasc reader helping with dysphoria

x reader hugs and reassurance

x reader napping together

x m!reader where Cody wants to get to know you

x reader go to a flower festival together

x reader who is having a fake battle with someone else over Cody or something I don’t know I just live here

x platonic reader leaving the Empire

x reader who makes a tough decision

x reader who’s had a long day and needs some comfort

x fem reader enjoying her birthday together

Rex, Cody, Fives, and Echo help reader when depression hits (platonic)

Crosshair

x m!reader first kiss in the rain

x platonic reader who can’t sleep (big brother figure Crosshair)

x f!reader on her birthday

x f!reader who is feeling insecure in her swimsuit

x platonic padawan reader

x reader getting caf

x reader with PTSD nightmares (can be read as platonic)

x reader dating and some feelings

x reader who doesn’t feel good and needs comfort

x f!reader where he surprises reader on her birthday

x reader who needs to cry by can’t get it out (can be read as platonic)

x reader where Crosshair apologizes

x reader where Crosshair missed you while gone

x reader confessing feelings to each other

x reader where he supports you when you have your nose to the grindstone

x f!reader who fights a guy who thinks he can steal Crosshair away

x reader comforting him

x reader who is under the weather

x reader being there for each other

x reader where he’s proud of you for trying

x reader and how he shows he cares

x reader expressing their love

x reader saying how much you mean to each other

x reader where he starts getting more comfortable being closer

x platonic reader and morning caf

x reader where he makes the smallest move

A Little Drabble After the Trauma of Season 2 Episode 14

x reader where he checks in on you

x platonic reader where he supports you when you let out jealous emotions

x reader what he sees when he looks at you

x reader (who is shorter than he is) where Crosshair struggles to express his feelings

x transmasc reader who is struggling with chest dysphoria (can be read as platonic)

x reader where he surprises you on your birthday

x padawan reader (platonic, obviously) steps on a landmine and he remembers Mayday

x s/o afab reader and period comfort

x reader when they’re nervous for a job interview

x reader (platonic) where he helps you work on your blaster aim

x m reader who uses sign language when overwhelmed or overstimulated (Part 2 here!)

Late Nights (Crosshair x gn Werewolf Reader) for Pineapple’s 2023 Halloween Party

x reader hanging out on a rainy day (platonic with big brother Crosshair vibes)

x ftm trans reader coming out to him (can be read as platonic)

x male reader who sometimes goes nonverbal and teaches him some more sign language

x f reader going to doctor’s appointments and cuddling after

x reader where reader gets swept away in the snow (part of the Clone x Reader Life Day Fic Exchange 2023)

x reader who would like some help getting out of work early when overwhelmed (follows the previous fics with a reader who goes nonverbal and uses sign language)

x transmasc boyfriend reader where Crosshair helps after reader’s top surgery

x former padawan reader (platonic) avoiding the Empire

Big Brother Crosshair x Pabu kid who needs time to be a kid (platonic, obviously)

x m!reader swimming on Pabu after the events of the finale

Cutup

x reader where he comes over to surprise you on your birthday!

Darman Skirata

x fem reader who wonders if she’s not good enough

Dogma

x reader and first kisses

x reader helping him relax (cameo from some others of the 501st)

x reader supporting a freed Dogma after Umbara

x reader where Dogma realizes how much he loves kissing

x reader and a lot of hugging

x reader gets flowers

x reader where Dogma admits he gets nervous butterflies before seeing reader

x reader who needs encouragement to finish work

x reader gets flowers (another one)

x reader and the things he loves about you

x reader go on a walk together

x reader go stargazing

x reader spend a day together and Dogma learns he can relax

x reader where he holds you while you work

x reader where he asks if he can kiss you

x f!reader where he finally approaches you

x reader waking up together

Echo

x reader who is having a hard day

x reader is surprised by Echo

x reader who is feeling a little down about their creative skills

x reader who wakes up to Echo making them breakfast

x reader who has anxiety / anxiety attack

x reader who needs comfort

Echo and Fives x platonic medic reader struggling with nightmares

x reader spend a day together

Rex, Cody, Fives, and Echo x platonic transmasc reader helping with dysphoria

x f!reader spend a day in the city together

x reader confession of feelings

x reader where he needs to take some of his cybernetics off and relax with you

x reader where he takes you on a date to Cloud City

x reader first I love you’s

x reader where they befriend a lot of birds

x reader on their birthday

x reader comfort while reader is finishing up work

x reader (platonic) and Tech x reader (romantic) cuddles after Tech’s return

Rex, Cody, Fives, and Echo help reader when depression hits (platonic)

Fives

x reader making out

x reader who is really sick

x f!reader and flowers

x m!reader on their first date

x platonic reader opening up to him about CSA trauma (no specific descriptions)

x f!reader who is insecure about their body

x reader who doesn’t feel well

x f!reader and helping her after a nightmare

x reader where reader is stressed and Fives comes over

x reader where Fives welcomes you home from a trip

x f!reader morning snuggles and affirmations

Echo and Fives x platonic medic reader struggling with nightmares

Rex, Cody, Fives, and Echo x platonic transmasc reader helping with dysphoria

x reader first date

x reader where Fives sings and hums

x reader having a nightmare and getting reassurance

x reader having a nightmare (another one, he’s good about helping)

x reader where he gets back early and surprises you

x reader who gets dizzy and can’t sleep in pitch black

x reader tells Fives they would die for him

x reader romantic feelings

x reader where Fives gets lost in thought

x reader who gets a root canal and needs TLC

x afab reader who is struggling with health issues (period problems and dental work)

x reader who needs comfort in hard times

x reader comfort after someone steals reader’s holiday gifts

x male boyfriend reader where he teaches you how to shoot a blaster to protect yourself while he’s deployed

Rex, Cody, Fives, and Echo help reader when depression hits (platonic)

x reader who is having a rough day (can be read as platonic)

Fox

x reader where Fox comes home late to reader and snuggles

x reader on a date night

x reader where he finds a way to ask them out

x reader on an easy-going date

x reader having bad vibes hit and needs a snuggle

x reader where he misses your birthday because of work but comes home to make it up to you

Gregor

x reader taking a nap together

husband!Gregor flirting with spouse!reader

x reader who doesn’t feel good

x reader spending a day together

x reader who he always visits when he’s on planet

husband!Gregor and wife!reader

x reader comforting Gregor

x reader finding comfort in each other with cuddles

x reader who uses a cane

x reader where he has a tough day with his TBI/PBA (can be read as platonic)

x reader dealing with chronic pain after work

Hardcase

x reader go to a fair

x reader where Hardcase finally comes home after being gone and off the radar for a long time

x reader where Hardcase is kind of all over the place

x reader where he asks you out to dinner

x reader have lunch at a park

x reader where he tries to cook for you

x reader where you watch fireworks together

x f!reader riding a speeder through Coruscant together

x f!reader learning about what you do at work

x m!reader helping ground him

x reader dancing together

x reader who just got a new tattoo

x reader going on a date and making out

x mtf reader who is worried about passing

Hevy

Finding a Way: Hevy x reader: a Hevy Lives AU written for the rare-clone-fic-exchange

Coming Home: Hevy x reader: a continuation of my Hevy Lives AU for Life Day

Hound

x reader with PTSD and who does not like fireworks

x reader first meeting plus massiffs! (can be read as platonic)

Howzer

x reader who just had surgery

x reader go to a butterfly garden

x reader and helping them have a good cry

x f!reader romantic moments

x reader where he comes home from a mission

x tall reader who is a little insecure about their height

x wife reader who needs a little break (mention of dad Howzer)

x wife reader who has some mental health struggles (mention of dad Howzer)

x fem reader seeing each other after a long time

Hunter

Hunter and Wrecker x plus size f!reader (platonic) go dress shopping

x m!reader and a first kiss

x single parent reader talking about having a child together

x reader with social anxiety (can be read as platonic)

x reader where he lets reader touch his hair

Hunter and Tech x platonic reader who is overwhelmed

x reader where Hunter is supportive during a big change

Hunter and Tech x reader who struggles with self-depricating thoughts

x reader where he reminds reader to take it easy sometimes

x f!reader who is worried she can’t get pregnant

x reader where he braids your hair (reader has long hair)

x reader confessing feelings for each other

x reader helping when they are panicking / worrying

x reader where he helps with your blood sugar issues

x reader who holds their cards close to their chest

x reader who is sick

x reader where he gives you a massage and cuddle

x reader with domestic fluff

x pregnant reader with discussion of taking care of a baby

x reader where Hunter has a headache and reader needs rest too

x reader who needs some closeness after disappointing news

x reader and domestic life together

x pregnant reader who is having a rough time being pregnant right now

x reader spending time together plus a quiet evening

x reader who is struggling with vision problems

x reader cuddles the night before reader has a medical procedure

Jesse

x reader and budding romance

x reader who goes unnoticed by others (can be read as platonic)

x m!reader where Jesse is flirty and sweet

x reader in need of comfort

x m!reader first meeting

Kix

x m!reader go kayaking

x reader where Kix cooks for reader

x reader who started new mental health medication and is dealing with side effects

x reader comforting Kix after a hard day

x m!reader have a domestic moment when you’re overworked

x reader where Kix supports you after an unnamed medical procedure

x m!reader where he brings flowers

x f!reader where he learns to brew tea

x reader have a picnic

x reader whose pet tooka just passed away

x reader going through burnout and Kix talks to them about the importance of valuing themselves

x platonic (little brother vibes) transmasc reader hanging out

Mayday

x artist reader

x reader who helps him find home on Pabu

x reader go swimming

x platonic reader who is homesick

x reader enjoying domestic life

Monnk

x reader having a date at the beach when reader is scared of deep water, but feels safe enough to go in with him

x reader having a date at the beach when reader is scared of the water and doesn’t go in

x m!reader shows Monnk his favorite spot to swim in the ocean

Rex

x reader having an ordinary yet romantic evening together

Rex x f!reader have the 501st over for dinner

x platonic reader hanging out and Rex talks about 501st shenanigans

x f!reader dyes her hair blue

x wheelchair user reader with chronic pain cuddling and reassurance

x reader reunited after Rex was gone for a long time

x reader on a date

x reader and a sweet kiss

x reader stargazing

x platonic reader catching up after a busy time

x reader where Cody and Wolffe spy on your date

x reader who has a chronic illness and fatigue

x reader spending quality time together

Rex, Cody, Fives, and Echo x platonic transmasc reader helping with dysphoria

x reader escaping a social situation

x reader doesn’t feel good enough

x reader where he supports you through a tough time (can be read as platonic)

x reader where he knows you’ll get those WIPs done

x afab reader dealing with a miscarriage

x reader share a moment in the moonlight

x m!reader a declaration of love

x m!reader on a romantic date

x reader where he makes you a flower crown

x reader makes him a flower crown

x reader who doesn’t feel well

x reader happy birthday surprise

x reader who has to have dental work done

x reader who is struggling with parents encouraging disordered eating (can be read as platonic)

x reader who is dealing with an eating disorder

x reader going on a cozy trip together

x reader where he comes over to ease some stress

Rex, Cody, Fives, and Echo help reader when depression hits (platonic)

x jedi reader comforting him after Umbara (can be read as platonic)

x reader comfort during a day of grief

Sinker

x reader who has a bad day and he helps

Tech

x reader with ADHD and depression who struggles to sleep

x reader who needs support

x afab reader on their period

x plus size fem reader with disordered eating

x reader who is sick / going through it

x reader snuggling with Tech and telling him about sharks

x platonic reader on the anniversary of an unnamed traumatic event for reader

x reader enjoying quiet time outside together

x m!reader showing affection

x reader after Tech comes home from a mission

x reader where Tech helps reader ward off an anxiety attack

Hunter and Tech x platonic reader who is overwhelmed

Hunter and Tech x reader who struggles with self-depricating thoughts

x reader who is sick (can be read as platonic)

x reader takes Tech to one of their favorite places (can be read as platonic)

x reader dealing with chronic pain (can be read as platonic)

x reader where Tech gets some civilian clothes

x reader where Tech takes you to see a meteor shower

x reader where Tech returns after being gone

x reader with quality time and sweetness (”talk bumpers” reference)

x reader cuddles (can be read as platonic)

x reader who needs encouragement (can be read as platonic)

x reader going to bed together

x reader have drinks and dance at 79′s

x reader starting the day with caf together

x reader going out to lunch

x reader where he makes modified goggles

x reader who is having a hard time

x reader dancing together after a long day

x platonic reader where Tech comforts you when you’re unconfident / overwhelmed

x reader where he gets something to represent his commitment to you

x m!reader where Tech tells you how he feels

x reader where reader opens up about their home world

x reader where he helps you fix your speeder bike

x reader is comforted after a nightmare

x reader going on a date to the aquarium

x reader telling him how you feel

A Little Something After the Season 2 Finale (Tech Lives)

x f!reader who has tokophobia

x reader who is overwhelmed

x f!reader who is pregnant where they find out it’s twins

x reader who has nightmares

x f!reader who has a miscarriage

x s/o reader who uses a wheelchair/hoverchair

x reader who needs comfort when feeling unwell

x reader looking at the night sky together (could be read as platonic)

x reader (romantic) and Echo x reader (platonic) cuddles after Tech’s return

x s/o reader who’s been in a funk and needs some comfort

x reader who struggles with passive suicidal ideation (could be read as platonic)

x reader who supports him after he finds out the Marauder blew up (written as platonic)

Tup

x reader painting their nails and Tup’s

x reader making cookies together (can be read as platonic)

x reader braids Tup’s hair (can be read as platonic)

x reader nervous first date

x reader who wants a mohawk

x reader where he makes breakfast

x S/O fem reader comfort and cuddles

Waxer

x fem reader who is self-conscious about having facial hair

Wolffe

x platonic padawan reader who learns a lesson and how much Wolffe cares

x afab reader who is on their period

x awkward m!reader asks Wolffe out on a date

x platonic padawan reader are stuck in the rain

x reader waking up to reader’s croaky voice after an illness

x reader where Wolffe takes you out

x reader where reader is shrunk slightly on a mission

x reader where reader helps Wolffe relax

x reader who is grieving (can be read as platonic)

x f!reader where he returns to you after losing his eye

x plus size reader who uses self-depricating humor (can be read as platonic)

x boyfriend reader who struggles with chronic pain as a result of childhood trauma

x s/o reader having a quiet evening together

Wrecker

x reader go to the beach

x reader who is having a bad day

Hunter and Wrecker x plus size f!reader (platonic) go dress shopping

x reader at a food truck festival (can be read as platonic)

x reader affirmations

x reader after reader gets a diagnosis that leaves them feeling self-conscious

x reader taking a lunch break together

x reader where Wrecker lights up your world

x reader bouncing on a giant trampoline together

x reader where he reminds you to eat and take care of yourself

x reader where he shows you it’s safe to let him in

x reader where he supports you when you’re over-extending yourself

x plus size f!reader first meeting

x reader crocheting together

x reader needing distraction and cuddles

x reader rocking in a hammock together

x reader more snuggles

x f!reader early romance

x reader go to an amusement park

x reader spending quality time together

x reader cuddling and falling asleep together

x reader taking care of him after Tantiss

The Anon that Started It

Pulling Fives, Gregor, and Crosshair

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