Ok so after extensive measuring these bad boys won’t fit in my helmet but that’s not stopping me from ordering some for regular Tech shenanigans BUT I HAVE FOUND SOME ✨sunglasses✨
warnings: cowgirl position, tech is a tits man in this, p in v sex, recording videos for ✨personal reasons✨, 18+ DO NOT INTERACT | w/c: 663 | full kinktober masterlist
You swing your leg over Tech's hips, hovering yourself over his cock and peering through his visor's computer display in an attempt to make eye contact. 'Is it on?'
Tech nods, repositioning his shoulders to achieve a better angle, 'I started recording when you removed your clothes.'
You roll your eyes, leaning forward to support yourself with your hands on his chest, the action pushing your breasts together in the direct eye line of his visor and hence, its inbuilt camera. Satisfied with the view, Tech takes himself into his hands, guiding his tip between your folds to prod your entrance, signalling for you to take the reins.
Slowly, you lower your hips down, letting a pornographic - suitably so - moan fall from your lips as you wiggle your hips around him, ensuring that his helmet catches the noise. You allow your eyes to fall shut, tuning into Tech's laboured breaths and slight whimpers. In any other situation, you know he wouldn't keep quiet, and you certainly wouldn't let him, but he's intent on capturing you tonight; every sound and expression you make as you ride him so that maybe he can pretend that that's exactly what's happening when he takes a moment in the fresher, plays the recording, and fists himself to completion when you're not there.
You suppose it's about him just as much as it is about you.
Your eyes snap open when Tech thrusts the rest of the way into you. You clench your fists as he slowly withdraws his hips, and gasp when he quickly buries himself in your heat again.
'Kriff, Tech, hold on,' you breathe, leaning back to sit on your haunches with his cock still inside you. Making eye contact with him through the visor, you begin canting your hips back and forth, slowly and sensually running your hands along your body in a pace that matches your hips. 'You feel so good, Tech,' you say for him, 'You're making me feel so good,' it comes out in a whine.
Behind his helmet, Tech grits his teeth in a poor attempt to suppress a groan, his legs tensing as he involuntarily ruts his hips into you. You find it amusing, and take it as a sign to raise your hips and sink down on him again, repeatedly. Your legs strain with physical exhaustion as you continue slamming your hips down onto him, his cock never fully leaving the tightness of your walls. You beg and whine for him to touch and fuck you, not now but later, something that he'll hear when he has to resort to his new homemade video in your absence.
Tech knocks his head back in a haze of pleasure. There are words on the tip of his tongue, about to be spoken when you grab the sides of his helmet to angle his camera, and gaze, back to you. Your hands lower to his shoulders as your hips move more erratically, your face almost halo'd as you occupy his view, your tits moving in and out of the frame with each bounce, but your face all consuming and beautiful as ever.
There's a mixture of gasps and sighs from him as you cum, your cunt spasming around him as you ride out the aftershocks. The only thought in his mind as he is pushed over that edge - with you breathless and satisfied on top of him - is, how are you so good at that?
As Tech recovers, struggling to regain his breath, you remove his helmet to place it at his side before rolling off him and collapsing onto the mattress underneath. 'You should take a nap,' Tech advises, one of his hands patting your head affectionately as he stares down at you, 'Before we go again.'
You tilt your head to better look at him, quirking an eyebrow, 'Again?'
'Indeed,' he confirms, looking to his helmet as it stares back at him, 'We need to make one for you too.'
Warnings: NSFW (18+ minors DNI), masturbation, soft dom Tech, vibrators
You took a deep breath, closing your eyes as the plans in front of you seemed to blur into one another. You sighed. You hated doing all of the inventory for the crew of the Ghosts but you knew that it was the type of work that if you wouldn’t do it, no one would.
Still, your concentration had worn off for the day and were just struggling through numbers over numbers that turned into alphabet soup in front of your eyes.
“Y/N?” You flipped around on your chair so quickly that you almost lost your balance. You hadn’t even heard anyone come inside the room.
“Damn it, Tech, you’re gonna kill me.” “I’m sorry.”
There was something in his eyes that you didn’t like, his cheeks were slightly rosy and he was holding something behind his back.
“Can I help you?” “Yes.”, he said and took a step forward. You could see in his face that he wanted to say something but the words just wouldn’t come.
“... And?”
With a quick motion he handed you what he had held behind his back, it was a small black box. You had no idea what could be inside. It wasn't your birthday and not any other special occasion either.
“Should I open it?” He nodded.
You slid the lid off the little box and looked inside. You could feel your face turn bright red as you realized what it was.
“Tech, is that a vibrator?”
“Yes it is. You are being loud at night and I was hoping cutting down your masturbation time could help people on this ship finally get their eight hours of sleep.”
His words hit you like a brick to the face. You and him had never spoken about anything like that. And you were being loud?
You felt dizzy realizing that that probably meant all of the boys had heard you before.
The moment of silence between the two of you got too long, almost too awkward until you could finally come up with a sentence that seemed fairly appropriate.
“Did you build that yourself?” He nodded. You could tell that he was flustered by the situation too by the way he was fidgeting around with his jacket.
“Either way. Hope it helps.”
With those words he turned around and hastily walked out of the room, slamming the door behind him, leaving you with the small box in your hands, staring at the gift he had given you.
You should have known that after that there was no way you’d be able to concentrate after anything else that night.
You tried to get your work done, but any time you tried to concentrate, your eyes were drawn to the little black box, just resting on the edge of your table.
You sighed and took it into your hands again, for the first time lifting the vibrator actually out of the case.
It was blue and there were two buttons along the side of its base. You had to marvel at Tech’s craftsmanship. It felt sturdy and the silicone that it was sheathed in was incredibly soft. You had never owned anything like this.
Your eyes wandered to the door and then back onto the toy in your hands. No one would come in, right?
No. Probably not. At least you hoped that they would at least knock.
You pressed the first button. Nothing happened. You pressed the other one. Still, nothing.
You chewed the inside of your mouth, pressing the first button again, but for a longer time, but it still laid in your hand without a movement.
It couldn’t be broken. Not with Tech being the one who built it.
You hesitated for a moment as the thought crossed your mind to just go and ask him. He had already spent probably hours on building you a vibrator, asking him how to turn it on would not be the straw to break the camel’s back.
You stood up from your chair, determined. Things were already awkward, you could not make them worse.
His room was the one next to yours. Wrecker’s was the one on the other side so you were hoping that they were the only two who had heard you before.
The big guy usually passed out fast asleep right after coming home from missions, so if you were really lucky it was only Tech who you had disturbed.
You stood in front of his door for a moment, trying to get your words straight before knocking.
You were just here to ask how it worked.
For some reason you instinctively ran your hands over the dress you were wearing to flatten the fabric.
As if he would care if it was wrinkled. And even if he did, why did you care whether he cared?
You rolled your eyes at the nonsense your brain produced. You knew exactly why you were this nervous.
You and Tech had spent quite a lot of time in the lab together, usually your job was only to hand him whichever tools he needed but you couldn’t deny it; You liked him.
“Are you gonna knock or what?” You jolted around to see Tech standing behind you, arms crossed in front of his chest.
“Oh. I thought you were in your room.” He walked by you and unlocked his room with a crooked grin.
“I gathered.” His gaze fell onto the box in your hands. “Wanna come in?” You nodded.
You cursed yourself. Of course there was no way that things could go the way you wanted them to for once.
He sat down on his bed and looked at you in expectation, casually stripping off his armor and letting it fall to the floor.
“Any complaints?” He pointed towards the box.
“Yes. I mean. No.” You could feel that you were already bright red again. “I couldn’t figure out how to turn it on."
He chuckled and then held out his hand to take it from you.
“I made it so that you have to push both buttons at the same time so you won’t turn it on by accident.”
He pressed the buttons, making the vibrator emit a humming noise. “Oh.”
He smiled. “And then with this one you can switch the speed. I didn’t know what you liked, so-” He held it out in front of your face, changing through the different settings. The humming got louder and louder until it started vibrating in different patterns and then turned off again.
“Thank you.” You were about to grab it from his hand as he suddenly pulled it out of his reach.
“Do you want me to show you how you can use it?”
You felt your stomach drop. He was looking you right in the eyes as if he could read your mind. And he’d have to because there was no way you would speak your mind.
His voice was panicked as he saw your widened eyes and immediately started backpedaling.
“I’m sorry, we don’t have to... I didn't mean to make you uncomf-”
You knew your words would fail you, no matter how hard you tried to say yes, so you cut him off by slamming your lips on his.
He made a surprised muffled noise before realizing what was happening.
His hands grabbed you by the waist and onto his lap, making you straddle him.
“Do you want me to?”, he whispered against your lips, you nodded. “Good.”
You could feel his hand on the back of your head, his fingers buried in your hair. “Then let me show you.”
You nodded. It was like you were hypnotized by his dark eyes as he pulled you back in for a kiss.
“You wouldn’t believe how long I’ve been waiting for this.”, he whispered quietly, his lips working their way down your neck.
You shivered as you heard the noise of the vibrator again, he had turned it back on.
His hand slipped under your skirt, dragging the tip of the toy along your inner thigh.
You were shivering as you felt him getting close where you actually wanted him, before running down your skin towards your knee again.
You knew that he was probably leaving hickeys on your neck by how hard he was sucking on your skin.
“Say please.”, he said, his voice low and dominating. You had never heard him speak like this before.
“Please.”
Your voice sounded so much more desperate than you had planned, but you didn’t care.
You couldn’t suppress a quiet moan as he finally pressed the vibe to your clit through your panties.
“How’s that?” You answered in a moan. He hadn’t stinted on speed and this was only the first setting.
“Good, I gather?” You nodded.
You had already soaked through the fabric of your underwear and you knew he had to feel it on his fingers too.
“I thought you’d enjoy it. That’s why I made it. Just for you.”
He ran it up and down your slit, his other hand had wandered down your back and tightened around your waist to keep you in place on his lap.
“Do you want me to be honest with you, sweetheart?” You didn’t answer, he kept talking nonetheless, still drawing little circles around your clit. He never lost the rhythm, it almost felt methodic.
“I enjoyed listening to you.”
You buried your face in his hands in embarrassment.
“No, no.” He grabbed your hands and pulled them away. “We’re not doing that. I want to see you.”
With a swift motion he pushed your panties to the side and slid the toy over your slick skin instead of the fabric.
You knew that you had to have left a wet spot on his pants by now but it didn’t seem like he cared at all.
“Sit up for me a little?” The moment you pushed yourself onto your knees slightly he had the vibrator under you, carefully sliding it inside of you.
He had prepared you well, it glided right in. You whimpered as he started fucking you with it, his thumb running over your clit every time he pushed inside.
“How about you do it, hm?” He grabbed your hand and put it on the vibrator. You grabbed it from him as he leaned back a bit, watching you with a slight grin. At this point he could have probably said anything and you’d follow his order without questioning it.
“I wanna see you come for me.”
You whined but couldn’t help yourself, fucking yourself on the vibrator. You could tell that he was enjoying the show by the bulge in his pants.
His middle finger found your clit again, gently pulsing on it.
“Are you close, sweetheart?” You nodded.
“Good girl.”
You didn’t know what exactly it was that sent you over the edge, the vibrating deep inside of you, his hand on you, his words or just the absolute filthiness of putting on a show for a man that until just now you had not considered to be more of a friend, but you came with a whine, tightening around the toy.
His hand cupped yours as your movements started stuttering, he took over pushing the vibrator in and out of you while you were still cumming around it.
You were sure that without his hand on your back holding you upright you would have lost your balance.
Only when your breath returned to a regular pace did he pull the vibrator out, the humming noise stopped and he tossed it onto the mattress next to him.
Your head sank against his chest and he tightened his arms around you.
“That’s what I thought. Less than ten minutes.”
You were still panting, your head resting on his shoulder as his fingers drew little circles on your back.
“Am I that easy?” He chuckled. “No. I am just good at building toys.”
@petrichordiam has a headcanon that the clones’ favorite sport to watch in their bars/pubs/clubs is UltraCute Robot Fighting and I was helpless in the face of its brilliance.
[Image I.D. Three clone troopers cheer on as they watch a robot shaped like a cat’s head get ready to tear apart a robot shaped like a cherry with arms. End Image I.D.]
Another service massiff for a clone trooper veteran, reporting for duty! She has been dubbed “Commander Cookie” by my dear friend, and she is a PTSD service massiff.
C.C. ‘s vest says “Service Massiff” in white and if you zoom in her little helmet patch says “Brothers Forever, Fallen but Not Forgotten” She is ready to go home with a trooper in need.
Some real life service/guide massiff dog etiquette below!
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Please don't touch, talk, feed or otherwise distract the dog while it is wearing his harness or vest. You should allow the dog to concentrate and perform for the safety of his handler.
Don't treat the dog as a pet; give it the respect of a working dog.
Speak to the handler, not the dog. Some handlers will allow petting, but be sure to ask before doing so. If allowed, don't pat the dog on the head; stroke the dog on the shoulder area.
If the handler says no when you ask to pet the dog, don’t be offended. The dog (or handler) might be having a bad day, or he might be in a hurry. Remember, a service dog is as vital to a disabled person as a wheelchair or cane. You wouldn't ask to pet their wheelchair or get mad if they wouldn't let you pet their cane.
You should not give the dog commands; allow the handler to do so.
Guide and service dog teams have the right of way.
Don't try to take control in situations unfamiliar to the dog or handler, but please assist the handler upon their request.
When walking with a guide or service dog team, you should not walk on the dog's left side, as it may become distracted or confused. Ask the handler where you should walk. Depending on the situation, they may ask you to walk ahead of them on their right side, or behind them by their right shoulder.
Never attempt to grab or steer the person while the dog is guiding or attempt to hold the dog's harness. You should ask if the handler needs your assistance and, if so, offer your left arm.
Try not to be overprotective or overbearing when someone first arrives home with the new dog. Be thoughtful, patient, and try to inspire confidence in the handler. In time, you will admire the expertise of the team.
Never give the dog table scraps. You should respect the handler's need to give the dog a balanced diet, and to maintain its good habits.
Don't allow anyone to tease, distract, or abuse the dog in public. Allow it to rest undisturbed.
Make sure not to allow your pets to challenge or intimidate a guide or service dog. You should allow them to meet on neutral ground when all parties can be carefully supervised.
In the USA, under ADA law, you are not allowed to request any documentation for a service dog, require that the dog demonstrate its task, or inquire about the nature of the person's disability. There are individuals and organizations that sell “service animal certification” or “registration documents” online. These documents do not convey any rights under the ADA and the Department of Justice does not recognize them as proof that the dog is a service animal. Basically, any and all documents you can buy online ARE FAKE. Please do not contribute to scammers.
The differences between service dogs, therapy dogs, and emotional support animals in the USA:
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