featured clones: wrecker, hunter, echo, tech, crosshair, rex, fives, wolffe, cody, fox
warnings: cursing.
wc (total): 2.1k
.✦ ݁˖ wrecker
loves you by feeding you. for wrecker, food is the best way to demonstrate his love for you, other than physical touch. feeding you properly keeps you healthy, which is important to him. and putting effort into meals that he knows you’ll love, whether he’s cooking it or ordering, is how he shows you that he cares.
and he doesn’t just figure out what your comfort food is and spam the same thing. he knows what foods will help you most in certain moods. you prefer sweets after a long, hard day? he’s got it covered. even keeps little preferences in mind, like what kind of dessert you like following different kinds of meals. all in all just pays a lot of attention to the kinds of food that you like and is always happy to provide it for you.
most of all, though, are the memories you two make together over food. the dinner you two had after a particularly stressful week. the pasta you made together, which turned out horrible since the two of you had gotten distracted and forgotten it was on the burner. the ice cream you ate on the steps of the marauder, simply enjoying each other’s presence.
food is how he cares for you, how he shows you that he remembers, how he makes good memories with you. all-in-all a big win for him, since he loves eating too.
.✦ ݁˖ hunter
loves you by protecting you. we all know this man is overprotective as hell. and while he might be a little strict sometimes, he has no intention of roleplaying as your mom. he doesn’t throw orders at you; you’re his partner, not his subordinate.
if he doesn’t want you going out alone in a particular neighborhood, he’ll join you. if he doesn’t want you going on a 3am run to grab comfort food, he’s going out to get it for you. if he wants you to be careful about over-exerting yourself, he’ll just help you do what needs to get done, sharing some of the burden.
in this way, he pampers you a lot, leading you to become a little spoiled lol (just how he likes you). may not be the richest man in the galaxy, but he has other ways of coddling you. won’t let you lift a finger if he can help it, but he won’t ever let you feel like you’re losing your independence either. knows how to find a good balance between the two.
.✦ ݁˖ echo
loves you by being confident in your relationship. sounds like the bare minimum (it lowkey is) but it’s something that a lot of relationships lack. he will always think of you in the best light, careful not to let his insecurities mar his image of you.
even though echo does become easily doubtful sometimes, given his past trauma, he actively puts in effort to not let these thoughts damage your relationship. if you accidentally forget something, he’ll remind himself it doesn’t mean you hate him, or that he’s not important to you. after all, everyone forgets things sometimes! especially in the middle of a war, things tend to slip people’s minds. if he tries to reach you and you don’t answer, he doesn’t let the wait consume him. he reminds himself that it’s healthy for you to have a life outside of him, and will never hold that against you.
and if he’s feeling particularly insecure about something, or needs some reassurance? he’ll just communicate that, and without accusing you. instead of why did you do x or why didn’t you do y, he goes “can we spend some time together soon? i feel like i need it,” or “i’ve been feeling a little down lately, can you help?” even though it’s hard to be vulnerable sometimes, he’s willing to do it to protect your relationship - communication is key!
overall, just loves you by being patient, constantly working on himself, and always believing you have the best intentions for him, the way he does for you.
.✦ ݁˖ tech
loves you by knowing you. a little obvious for tech, i know, but it’s true. he doesn’t just do research, though. of course, he’ll make sure to learn facts about your home planet and its traditions, or read up on any medical condition you have. but he knows that he can only learn so much through secondary research. his favourite way of learning about you is through you.
nothing you say is forgotten by him, especially if you’re talking about your childhood or an experience that’s important to you. he loves listening to you talk, and you know that your words are cherished. definitely spends a lot of time getting to know you, asking you all sorts of questions, and appreciates you doing the same for him. getting to know each other in this way feels just as intimate as any physical touch.
although tech isn’t very good at expressing his emotions in the traditional sense, he has ways of showing you he cares. you off-handedly mention thinking of dyeing your hair? he will find out what kind of dye is best for your hair colour and hair type, and spend a long time with you deciding which colour suits you best. nothing about you is unimportant or unworthy of his time.
he’s never creepy about how much he knows, either. he understands that knowing you does not entitle him to disrespect your boundaries. uses his knowledge to always keep you comfortable, whether that be physically or emotionally.
.✦ ݁˖ crosshair
loves you by quietly noticing. provides you with everything you could want and need, but pretends to be all nonchalant about it. sometimes, he flat out refuses it was him.
ever since getting close to him, you have never run out of anything. he is very observant and notices what kind of products you like to use or what materials you need. your face wash is almost empty? the next day you go to the fresher, a new one has taken its place. you spend some time trying to dig around the pantry for a good snack? you’ll find the pantry restocked a few hours later. you tore a hole in your shirt? the next day, it will be folded neatly on your bed, the hole cleanly sewn shut. but every time you go to thank him, he either shrugs or goes “i don’t know what you’re talking about.”
and secretly, he loves when you do the same for him. even if you aren’t as nonchalant about it as he is, he really appreciates when you do things for him to help him out, like cleaning his armour or even something as small as setting his bed.
.✦ ݁˖ rex
loves you by showing up for you. even though he’s constantly occupied, he will somehow make his way to you when it really matters. he will remember when things are happening and ask you about events both before and after they happen, even if you told him about it a long time ago.
if you have a big presentation, he’ll meet you in the hallway right before, whispering words of encouragement. if it’s your first day at work, he will show up just to give you a good luck kiss, secretly slipping a note in your bag for you to open later, explaining how proud he is of you. and if you do anything in front of big audiences, such as play sports or sing, you best believe he’s going to be in the crowd, cheering you on.
shows up for you in little ways too. no matter how things are going on the battlefield, will make sure not to let it go too long between calls. will always let you to rant, whether that be positively or negatively, to show you that you’re not alone, even if he’s unable to be there physically. overall, just a very sweet boy who’s never going to allow his duties to hurt you.
.✦ ݁˖ fives
loves you by validating your feelings. he firmly believes that loved ones should be there for each other through thick and thin, and demonstrates that philosophy with the way in which he treats you.
when you’re happy, he’s right there with you, matching your energy. when you’re feeling down, he knows just how to distract you. but he understands that not all feelings go away with distractions, and always makes sure that you two have proper conversations about emotional health (both yours and his) on a regular basis.
never allows you to feel like your thoughts or feelings are unimportant. he has no problem providing all the reassurance you need, and doesn’t make fun of you for asking, even if it’s the hundredth time. he knows how it feels to be treated as just another number, and he is never going to replicate that treatment. especially not with you.
.✦ ݁˖ wolffe
loves you through touch. not in a pervy way (unless you want, in which case i don’t think he’d oppose…). uses different touches to convey his feelings, since he finds it more intimate than just talking about them.
tells you how much he loves you through a kiss, more intense if he’s feeling passionate and more soft if he’s feeling a little sappy. comforts you through cuddles. grounds you with a hand on your thigh. tells you i missed you in the way that he hugs you. when he’s feeling more playful, he’ll start a playfight or tickle you. when he’s feeling more earnest, will sit you in his lap and just enjoy the feeling of you on top of him, all safe and sound and comfortable.
even touches you absentmindedly. when you’re in a group, will trace his fingers down your arm or your side. when you’re watching a movie together, will start massaging your neck or your feet. if you’re holding hands, will rub his thumb on the back of your hand. does all of these things without realizing it.
very tough on the outside (he’s the alpha fr) but is a big softie just for you. his favourite thing is when he just gets to hold you, feeling perfectly calm. he has nowhere to be, nothing to do; just gets to lay with you for as long as he’d like.
.✦ ݁˖ cody
loves you by making time for you. he’s busy as hell, but that doesn’t mean you don’t hear from him daily. if he can’t come see you, he’ll call. if he can’t call you, he’ll leave a message. always promises he’s there for you no matter what, and has never failed in fulfilling it.
never feels like his time with you is a waste, and doesn’t let you feel like it either. if it means staying up a little later for him, even if he’s already sleep deprived, he doesn’t care. if it means needing to take a few extra “bathroom” breaks in the middle of important meetings, he doesn’t care. he prides himself in being a good commander, and knows how to simultaneously lead his men and make sure you never feel unloved. even if the two of you are just sitting in silence together, whether that be in person or on call, he cherishes that time.
you try not to bother him too much, since you know he’s busy saving the galaxy, but if you ever call him he will return it asap. sometimes gets a little reckless with it. “cody- are you in the middle of a battlefield!?” after that, you resorted to just messaging him.
.✦ ݁˖ fox
loves you loud and proud. in the same way he’s committed to his duties as a commander, he’s committed to his duties as your partner.
always supports you 100%, in anything and everything that you do. you don’t have to worry about doubting yourself because fox believes in you enough for the both of you. he almost gets offended when you doubt yourself, since you’re his partner and if he chose you, that means you’re strong. (he’s so fucking insufferable sometimes like the narcissism is crazy.)
similarly, fox makes it near impossible for you to be insecure about your relationship. he reassures you constantly, even though it’s usually not soft. he’s blunt, and has no problem saying things how they are. he’s direct when he says i love you, you’re the most important person to me, i missed you. and the fact that he doesn’t sugar coat is better, in a sense, because you don’t have to worry that he secretly doesn’t mean what he says.
is also you’re #1 defender. even if he thinks that you’re wrong in a situation, he’s only going to talk to you about it in private. in public, though? pray for whoever had the audacity to oppose you.
a/n: can you tell i had a toxic ex and i wish someone treated me like the clones would treat their s/o
synopsis: based on the following prompt – “i trust you, do you trust me?”
featured clones: wrecker, hunter, echo, tech, crosshair, rex, fives, wolffe, cody, fox
warnings: mild cursing. nightmares. crime. kidnapping. injury. life-and-death situations. highly uneven word counts because some required more buildup than others. also i don’t think you can repair the hyperdrive from inside a flying ship but uhhh it’s for the plot guys!! not proofread.
wc (total): 6.0k
.✦ ݁˖ wrecker (482 words)
it was a well-known fact that wrecker hated heights. but somehow, he always landed in situations where he would be practically tightrope walking from 300 metres off the ground.
although he tried not to look down, his eyes would subconsciously glance downwards every few seconds, rebelling against his brain which was repeating don’t look down like a mantra.
as you made your way across the narrow cliff’s edge, right in front of him, you also felt fear creep into your mind. you couldn’t afford it, but at that height, anyone would be scared.
just when you started getting used to it, a bomb dropped a few hundred feet in front of the both of you, causing you to momentarily lose your balance.
“if they just bombed us, that means they’re sending droids next. we’ll be trapped,” you tell wrecker. underneath your observation there was an unspoken question: what are we going to do?
as much as he hated the idea, wrecker could only think of one way out. “uhh i have an idea… but you’re not gonna like it.” this did nothing to help your growing sense of fear, considering that most of wrecker’s ideas were unlikeable anyways. “what is it?” you ask, preparing yourself for the worst. for all you know, he’s going to ask you to jump off the cliff.
“you’re just gonna have to trust me.” the look he gives you makes your stomach somersault, and not in the way it usually does when you see him. when you don’t say anything, he follows up. “i trust you, do you trust me?”
as impossible as this situation looked, the truth was that you did trust him. so no matter how terrible his idea was, you trusted that he would never intentionally hurt you. “yes,” you nod.
you yelp as he suddenly picks you up and then jumps. straight off the edge of the cliff. you had never regretted being right about something so much.
wrecker’s screaming so loud that for a split second you accept that this is the end. if he’s screaming so loud when this was his idea, then either something has gone terribly wrong or he didn’t think this through. and both of those things were highly probable.
but your worries are quelled (mildly) when you hear the whoosh of a grappling hook being fired and your bodies jerk as you come to a quick stop.
“whew, that was scary,” he says, voice slightly hoarse from all the screaming. “so is your miraculous plan just to… dangle off the cliff?” you ask, looking down and realizing that the two of you are definitely not close enough to the ground to jump the rest of the way. “no silly, you’re supposed to comm tech to come get us.” after a moment he adds, “and can you ask him to hurry? i don’t wanna be here any more.”
.✦ ݁˖ hunter (394 words)
the two of you had been at this for hours. and still, you felt like you hadn’t improved in the slightest.
hunter was teaching you how to fight with a knife. you were great with a blaster, but blasters weren’t always available. plus, you had kind of wanted to learn a new skill.
honestly, you were being a little harsh with yourself, at least in hunter’s eyes. not only had you just started learning, but you had mastered a lot of the moves he had taught you already. but he could see in your expression that you were frustrated with yourself.
“maybe it’s time for a break,” hunter says, taking the knife from you. hunter’s brow furrows as you nod, not saying a word. he takes your hand and drags you onto the steps of the ship, making you sit down beside him.
“you’re doing great, you know,” he says softly. you’re silent for a moment before shaking your head. “i just feel like it’s not good enough. it’s not like we have a lot of time to be training. i need to get good at this, and fast,” you say, looking away from him to try and hide the tears threatening to fall.
he gently takes ahold of your chin and turns your head to face him. “you’re too hard on yourself,” he says, kissing your nose. “i trust that you’ll get this. can you trust me?” he asks. when you nod, he drops his hand from your chin and says “let’s try once more. this time it’ll be you vs. me.” you groan, already knowing how it’s going to end.
but you surprise yourself with how well you fight. maybe you did need that break, even if you would never admit that to hunter. after a few minutes of intense sparring, you (somehow) manage to pin hunter to the ground, winning.
“see? not half as bad as you thought,” hunter laughs as he pushes himself off the ground. you laugh with him as you help him up. “come on, let’s get dessert. you earned it,” he says, grabbing your hand. you are 100% sure that he let you win, because there was no way you had actually beaten an experienced soldier on your first day of training. but hunter looks proud, and you’re getting ice cream, so who are you to complain?
.✦ ݁˖ echo (406 words)
both you and echo had gotten hurt on the last mission, bad. your skin was littered with bruises, and you had a few minor burns from the explosion that wrecker had accidentally triggered too early. echo looked no better, his prosthetics in bad shape and a serious sprain in his wrist from trying to catch himself as he fell, when he was attempting to take cover from said explosion.
the two of you are in the back of the marauder, alone, on the flight back to kamino after the mission. although he was clearly in a lot of pain from the condition of his prosthetics, he had insisted that he patch you up first.
picking up a bacta pad, he asks, “do you trust me?”, looking at you with wide eyes. “of course,” you respond breathlessly. echo always asked for permission, before doing anything. you admired that about him, especially knowing that it must be important to him. he probably knows better than most what it’s like to have your autonomy stripped from you, and thus refuses to do anything to anyone without their explicit permission.
you hiss as he lowers the pad onto your calf, right under the spot where your pants had been hastily rolled up. “just breathe…” he says, securing the pad around your leg with tape. the two of you sit in comfortable silence as he continues gently cleaning up all your other small burns with the same gentleness. it was admirable how well he was able to work with just one hand.
“all done,” echo declares, sitting back. you smile at him, thanking him silently and he gives you a nod. for a moment, he doesn’t move, looking conflicted. you don’t press, waiting for him to speak when he feels comfortable.
after a few moments, he hands you a small bag of materials, quietly asking you to help him with his injuries. your breath hitches as you take the bag, realizing how vulnerable this must be for him. as your sort through the supplies, you wonder if you’ll really be able to help him, since you would hate to mess things up and put him in even more pain by accident.
as you shift closer and pull his scomp towards you, it seems he can sense your fears when he whispers, “i trust you.” “thank you,” you respond, letting him guide you through repairing his prosthetics and patching up his sprain.
.✦ ݁˖ tech (647 words)
you lot were all in a lot of trouble. the planetary exit, meant to be inconspicuous, had been the opposite of stealthy. now there was an entire separatist fleet chasing after you, and the hyperdrive wasn’t coming online.
“did they sabotage it?” echo calls from the back. he was trying his best to get the hyperdrive online, wrecker was at the back manning the ship’s rear blasters, and tech was piloting. hunter and crosshair were controlling the ship’s cannons. meanwhile you were in the cockpit hanging on for dear life as tech flew the ship like a maniac, attempting to read the ship’s manual to see if it had anything useful to offer. he was simultaneously avoiding blaster fire and trying to shake off the ships by going as fast as possible, but it was only a matter of time before they closed in.
you squinted your eyes to try to focus on the words amidst the jostling of the ship. “deflectors have been compromised!” hunter calls. “i can’t get the hyperdrive online. i don’t know what’s wrong with it,” echo panics.
“i can’t find anything useful in this manual.” you say, panicked. “don’t you have the entire manual memorized?” you ask tech. “i do. but i am currently occupied with trying to keep us all alive.” his usual calm tone is tinged with concern. even crosshair was silent. if he had no aggravating comment regarding the situation, then it was truly dire.
you flip to the next page, reading faster, although your hope was dwindling. just as you were about to throw the manual aside, you come across a passage that might just save all of you. “wait! i found something,” you exclaim. you read out the passage to echo and tech. tech blinks and then says, “i am surprised i did not think about that before. but that is a two-person job, and only echo and i have the ability to repair that part of the hyperdrive. you will have to fly the ship.”
“i can barely fly a ship! especially not during a life-or-death space chase!” you yell. if he really expected you to fly the ship, then you were all as good as dead.
“do not underestimate your abilities, my dear. i trust you with the ship. do you trust me?” he asks, glancing at you for a brief second.
you take a deep breath, steeling yourself for the task. “i do,” you say, approaching his seat. you two quickly switch spots and he and echo get straight to work on fixing the hyperdrive.
miraculously, your flying wasn’t as bad as you were expecting. you were managing to avoid the blaster fire, which was no small feat considering there were about five different ships trying to shoot down your ship. but just as you started feeling confident, a shot hits one of the wings.
“the left wing’s been hit!” you call to the rest of them. right as you started losing control of the ship, you hear the hyperdrive come online. were you even supposed to go into hyperspace with a compromised wing? probably not, but you didn’t have a choice. you quickly flip the switch and successfully enter hyperspace.
you slump back into the seat, exhaling shakily. you close your eyes as the adrenaline starts to wear off and you feel the effects of being so anxious for so long start to creep in. sitting there for a few moments, you thank the stars for your sudden high-class piloting abilities and that you hadn’t killed the whole batch.
your eyes open as you hear someone come up behind you. a moment later you feel a hand land on your shoulder and give it a squeeze. “you did wonderfully. i am impressed,” tech praises. you flash him a smile, grateful that you had trusted each other. he returns it, thinking the same thing.
.✦ ݁˖ crosshair (501 words)
the batch needed to infiltrate a heavily fortified separatist base, and you had the great pleasure of joining them.
they had been on many missions such as this one and always came out on top. it was hardly a challenge for them anymore, and they had no problem pretentiously whining about it all the time.
you, however, were not as easy-going about this mission as they were. crosshair noticed your anxiety no matter how good you were at hiding it. he noticed how your posture was a little too stiff and the slight furrow in your brow.
but he’s not very good at comfort, and the only way he knows how to address serious topics is using sarcasm. on the ship, during the debrief before the mission, he takes his toothpick out of his mouth and points it at you. “you look confident,” he mocks. which was not helpful, and only put you more on edge.
he backs off slightly after that, paying attention to you throughout the mission. he shifts closer to you whenever your breath comes faster. stands in front of you when he sees your hand flexing, making sure that you’re covered from both the front and the back. practically manhandles you when he hears droids coming closer, making sure you’re behind something that can provide cover. helps shoot some of the targets in your way when your blaster trembles slightly in your hands. by no means were you an incompetent fighter, but anxiety catches up with everyone at times. although crosshair hated to admit it, he would never let harm come to you, and the last thing he wanted to do was invalidate how you feel.
despite your anxiety, the mission turned out to be a success, for the most part. you had recovered what you needed and had managed to make it thus far without anyone getting harmed. but just as the six of you are about to make your great escape, crosshair notices a battle droid in the distance, coming up behind you. he points his rifle straight at your face, and you freeze, eyes wide.
“do you trust me?” he asks. it’s hard to say yes with the gun pointed at your face, but you give him a small nod. as he moves his finger to pull the trigger, he says “i trust you. don’t move.” you close your eyes as you hear the blaster fire, but it never hits you. you open your eyes as you hear the sound of a large droid clattering to the ground. had he fired even a centimeter lower, it would’ve killed you. but if he hadn’t taken the shot like that, he wouldn’t have been able to take the droid out in one go. but he wouldn’t tell you that.
as the two of you run towards the marauder together, you huff, “couldn’t you have taken the droid out from any other angle” without missing a beat, he answers, “i could’ve. but there’s no fun in that.”
.✦ ݁˖ rex (535 words)
the war was tough on your relationship. on one hand, you were very understanding that rex had no control over his schedule. it was extremely admirable that he put his life on the line every day, and helped fight for the republic’s freedom, for your freedom. but the weeks, sometimes months, of loneliness were catching up to you. it was hard, especially since it wasn’t like rex could talk everyday. your communications were few and far between, as he had responsibilities and so did you. and as the war dragged on, his presence only became more scarce, until you felt like he was your partner in name only.
and boy, did rex try to make time for you. the guilt of leaving you alone ate at him constantly, to the point where he sometimes wondered if he should break up with you so you could move on and be with someone who was able to give you all the time you deserved. but selfishly, he wanted to hold onto you. and he also knew that a breakup would only hurt you more than it would help.
which is why he’s over the moon when he finally gets a day off, and runs straight to your place when he gets the chance. and when you open the door, you are the same as always; eternally grateful to see him, and you spend the rest of the day giddy, drunk on his presence. but rex could tell that you had been struggling. your apartment wasn’t as clean as it usually was. your laundry basket was overflowing, the dishes in the sink hadn’t been done in ages, and your plants had all died.
so when the two of you finally make it into bed, he pulls you into him, wrapping his arms tightly around you. “hey… are you okay?” he asks gently. “yeah, i’m really happy you’re here,” you answer, giving him a small kiss. he takes a small breath and tries again. “no, i mean, have you been okay?” when you don’t answer, he waits patiently, not wanting to push you. you stay silent for a few minutes, and rex closes his eyes, thinking that you’re just not going to answer. but they open again when you say, “i’ve been really lonely.”
before you can launch into a long explanation to defend yourself, rex presses a kiss to your forehead. “i know it’s been hard. i need to try harder to make time. you’re my priority, and i haven’t treated you like it. i’m sorry for letting you feel lonely. i’m going to make sure to be in touch from now,” he apologizes, slowly stroking your hair. “i’d like that,” you whisper, scared that if you say more, you’ll start crying.
he kisses you slowly, one hand cradling the back of your head, the other still wrapped tightly around you. “we need to trust each other to make this work. i trust you, do you trust me?” he asks, looking at you softly. for a moment he’s scared that you’ll say no, that you’ve had enough. but when you whisper “i trust you,” he kisses you again, eternally grateful that he got blessed with someone like you.
.✦ ݁˖ fives (911 words)
being with fives was exasperating sometimes. and this was definitely one of those times.
“are you being serious right now? i am not going through all this effort for some cookies,” you hiss at him in the alleyway, trying not to let anyone hear the two of you. when he had sent you an ominous message to meet him in this shady spot, you had run out of your house, assuming he was in danger. thankfully, that was not the case. unthankfully, he was being ridiculous again.
“these aren’t just any cookies! they look delicious. they smell delicious. and i bet they taste delicious too,” he whispers dreamily. you shake your head, mildly irritated that you were currently standing in a dark alley during the dead of night all because your partner wanted to steal some cookies. “if they’re that important to you, why don’t you just buy them? it doesn’t exactly look good for a soldier of the republic to be stealing,” you attempt to reason.
“they’re so expensive! 25 credits for two cookies isn’t exactly affordable. plus, it’s not like the republic is paying me for my service.” well, he’s got a point there. probably a human rights violation, but that’s an issue for a later day.
you concede with a sigh. “all right. walk me through the plan.” because although fives was the biggest idiot in the galaxy, he was your idiot, and you secretly wanted a cookie too.
his grand plan was as follows: once the owner is finished with closing, they will walk out the door and lock it behind them. while fives distracts them, you are to swipe the key off them. after waiting for about ten minutes, to make sure that the owner was long gone, the two of you would use the key to sneak into the store and try the leftovers. fives had even brought a little box with him to carry more cookies. but the leftover cookies were going to be thrown out tomorrow morning anyways, so really, the two of you were just preventing food waste.
“i trust you to help me pull this off,” he says, taking your hands in his. “do you trust me? we won’t get in trouble, i promise.” you squeeze his hands, saying “i trust you. what i don’t trust is this plan.” his face falls for a moment, but his frown turns upside down when you add, “but let’s do it.”
about fifteen minutes later, fives and you watch from behind a pillar as the owner closes and locks the door behind them. the two of you watch him slip the key into a pocket in his pants. fives takes this as his queue, and as the owner starts walking away, he runs after them, yelling “hey! can i talk to you for a sec?”
you turn around and facepalm from the sheer embarrassment. real subtle. but you still had a mission to complete, so pulling the hood of your cloak up, you start walking towards them. as you approach, you can hear fives’ pitiful attempt at starting conversation and have to suppress a laugh. “your bakery always smells so good, like cookies,” he states, the smile on his face way too wide to be considered natural. “ah, yes, that would be because i sell cookies…” the owner replies skeptically.
but the owner is caught off guard when you slam into them a moment later. but it was a little harder than you had anticipated, and the two of you land hard on the ground. great, this plan’s already failed. but fives is always willing to create opportunity even when there isn’t one, and he reaches for the owner to help them up. while you apologize profusely, fives subtly reaches into the pocket and snags the key, the owner being too busy trying to reorient themselves to notice the slight loss of pressure in their pocket.
“watch it!” they snap at you. you apologize one more time, and the owner storms off. fives gives you a look, and before he can say anything, you roll your eyes. “don’t start.” he raises his hands in surrender and says, “i’m just sayin’, getting the key was supposed to be your job.”
once the two of you had waited for a few minutes, and the coast was clear, you tiptoe to the door and put the key into the lock. fives holds his breath as you slowly pull the handle, trying not to create too much noise. but the door opens without hassle.
the moment fives enters the shop, he dashes towards the display with the same speed he must use on the battlefield. “look! they have a special chocolate chip cookie dough flavour!” he exclaims, gesturing you to come closer. you can’t help but feel just as excited as he is, looking at all the different flavours and at how excited he is.
about ten minutes and fifteen cookie selections later, the two of you exit the shop and leave the key underneath the doormat, with a note taped to the door explaining the situation. after all, you don’t want to stress the poor owner out too much. you’d already most likely broken their hipbone.
later, when the two of you are watching a movie and stuffing yourselves full of cookies, he turns to you and wiggles his eyebrows. “bet you’re glad you trusted my plan.” “shut up,” you laugh, shoving another cookie in his mouth.
.✦ ݁˖ wolffe (353 words)
wolffe is a man of few words. more of an i’ll show you rather than an i’ll tell you kind of guy. so when you get woken up in the dead of night by the sound of his voice, your heart leaps out of your chest.
normally, you’d love to listen to him talk. but as your eyes adjust to the dark, you realize that his eyes are still closed. he’s sleeping, and from the looks of it, he’s not having the best night of his life. his body trembles as he repeats the same word over and over again. “no, no, no, no, no…”
you had never seen him this distraught. “wolffe, wake up,” you say, trying to gently shake him awake, but he doesn’t budge. you try again, and still no dice. right when you think you’ll need to get a frying pan, he jerks awake. he sits up, entire body tense. but when he feels your hand trail down his arm, squeezing lightly, some of the tension leaves his muscles.
“were you having a nightmare?” you ask him softly. he’s still panting a little when he answers “just a dream.” “come on,” you say, wrapping your arms around him and pulling him down. you lay with him, running your hands along his body to calm him down. his breathing slowly but surely starts to slow down, and the tension starts to leave his body completely.
once his breathing returns to normal, he snakes his arms around you too, so you’re both hugging each other. “do you trust me?” he mumbles, almost as if he didn’t want you to hear him. “yes, wolffe, i do,” you reply without missing a beat. he kisses you, and where his kisses are usually possessive, this one is soft. after pulling away, he whispers against your lips. “i trust you. don’t leave me.” “wouldn’t dream of it,” you reassure him, kissing him again.
the two of you quickly fall back asleep, comfortable and safe in each other’s arms. but if you ever bring this up at a future date, wolffe would swear it never happened.
.✦ ݁˖ cody (659 words)
it was very rare that cody got a day off from duty. he got a few hours from time to time, but a full day was hard to come by. which is exactly what made today so special.
you groan at the insistent knocking at your door. at first you had just brushed it off, since you weren’t expecting anybody, and figured it must be someone lost, or a thief. but after about thirty seconds, the knocking had only increased in both pace and volume.
having had enough, you turn the burner off and storm towards the door. whoever had decided to ruin your peaceful day of cooking was about to hear it from you. you slam the door open, ready to hurl all sorts of insults at whichever idiot was behind the door.
but all those thoughts are erased from your mind the moment your brain registers who’s there. “cody!” you exclaim, jumping into his arms. he giggles into your hair. “hey, love. miss me?” he teases, planting a kiss on your head.
after a long minute of just holding each other, you reluctantly let go. a few hours later, the two of you are cozied up on the sofa together, bellies filled with delicious food (that you thankfully got to finish making) and hearts filled with happiness.
“you know,” cody starts, hand running through your hair, “i think i need a hair cut.” you look at him, confused. “but i like your hair,” you counter. he stares at you with a mischievous look in his eyes, which only confuses you further. “i think we both need the change,” he says, standing up. what the hell does that even mean?
“cody, what are you doing?” you ask as he heads towards the kitchen. he doesn’t answer you, too preoccupied with opening and closing drawers. “what are you looking for?” he still doesn’t answer, and you’re about to stand when you hear an ah-ha!. he comes towards you, holding the pair of scissors like a trophy, and declares “we should cut each other’s hair.”
the idea is so sudden that you’re stunned into silence. “you want to cut each other’s hair… with kitchen scissors,” you confirm, and he nods, still looking a little too proud at his little idea. “isn’t there some GAR standard for hair?” you push, trying to knock some sense into him. but he only waves his hand dismissively. “there are plenty of clones with crazy hair,” he states (full shade to boost, wtf is that haircut brother). “i don’t believe that rex is a natural blonde. and if he can bleach his hair, then i can afford to cut a few locks.”
when cody wants something, he knows how to get it. which is exactly how you find yourself standing in front of the bathroom sink a few minutes later, freshly-cleaned kitchen scissors in hand. you breathe deeply as you lightly wet his hair with a spray bottle. “hey, darling. don’t be nervous. i trust you,” he comforts you, rubbing your arm lightly.
the process takes way longer than it should. but 45 minutes later, you stand in front of a very happy cody as he admires his new haircut in the mirror. even you must admit; you did a pretty good job. “you should do this full time, love,” he says gratefully, “it’s exactly what i wanted.”
“i’m glad,” you smile at him.
but just as you’re about to leave the bathroom, he grabs your arm and drags you back. he tsks and says, “nuh-uh, now it’s my turn.” uh oh. as he reaches for the spray bottle to repeat the process on you, he laughs as he says, “i trusted you, but the real question is, do you trust me?”
you trusted him in every context except this one. you flash him a nervous smile and nod, resigning yourself to the fact that you’ll probably be wearing hats for the next little while.
.✦ ݁˖ fox (1.1 k words - oops)
fox had never meant for you to get caught up in all this. but no matter what he wanted to happen, the truth was that you were in danger, and he blamed himself.
someone had hired a bounty hunter to eliminate a highly valued prisoner. the coruscant guard had just barely managed to stop the hunter, but hadn’t been able to figure out who they were before they escaped. but the guard hadn’t concerned themselves with the bounty hunter as much as who had hired them. this turned out to be a big mistake, because the bounty hunter had decided that the best way to get to the prisoner was by holding people the coruscant guard loved hostage and threaten them. if he could get the commander to fold, then he had won.
which was how you had ended up in this predicament. one moment you had been getting ready for bed and the next you heard glass shatter as someone entered your apartment via the window. you had tried to fight off the intruder, and almost succeeded, but they managed to stun you and then the fight was over.
you slowly blink as you wake up, a dull ache in your head from being stunned. but all the sleepiness wears off as soon as you register where you are. the concrete was cold beneath your feet, and your waist and wrists were in pain from the tight rope cutting into them. you look around, concluding that you must be in a storage facility of some sort. panic quickly settles in your chest as you realize that you’re alone, and it was unlikely that anybody would be coming to rescue you. fox was overprotective, and he had probably already gone insane since you hadn’t called him to say goodnight the way you usually did. you would be surprised if he hadn’t already stormed into your apartment.
but even if he had realized that you were gone, he would have no way of locating you. the kidnapper hadn’t exactly had the courtesy of leaving you with a way to call for help. trying to fight against the restraints was useless, and would only cause you to maim yourself. so you were stuck.
meanwhile, fox was having the worst day of his life. the bar was high, since he had seen some crazy shit during his years, but this took the cake. he was furious. why would anyone try to target you? you were just a civilian. and while your relationship with the commander wasn’t exactly a secret, it’s not like either of you were celebrities – strangers wouldn’t know about it, and even if they did, they wouldn’t have a reason to care.
he’s just about to leave your apartment when there’s an incoming transmission. he’s never answered faster, hoping that it’s you. that you just went on a stroll, although the broken window indicated otherwise. but that hope is quickly squandered when he hears the voice of the very bounty hunter that had gotten away just a few days ago.
“i have them. and if you’re smart, you’ll take the deal i’m about to give you,” the bounty hunter drawls. fox is so angry that he almost bursts a vein in his head. “if you don’t let them go right now, i will make the rest of your life so miserable you’d only wish you were dead,” he threatens. the hunter just laughs, which angers fox further. “if you give me the prisoner, you’ll get them back. and no ambushes, or else they die. you have until the morning.”
fox has no choice. at least for now, he has to take the deal – thinking of a plan can wait. before the bounty hunter can cut the call, he accepts “i’ll accept your deal on one condition. let me talk to her.” the hunter is silent for a moment before conceding. a few moments later, he hears your voice.
“fox, what’s going on?” you ask. the panic in your voice makes his heart squeeze. “i can’t explain everything right now. just promise me you’ll be okay.” his breath stutters when he doesn’t hear an answer. how could you promise that? you were already not okay. when he realizes how impossible his request is, he takes a deep breath. “i trust you,” he spits out. the vulnerability is so foreign to him that the confession sounds hateful. but the hate wasn’t directed at you, never at you. he hated himself for even letting this happen. “do you trust me?”
“i do,” you exhale. the bounty hunter cuts the call, saying “that’s enough.” as stalks out of the room, he looks behind his shoulder, calling “for your sake, you should pray that he brings that prisoner.” but the words hardly register, your mind preoccupied with replaying fox’s words in your head. i trust you, he had said. that meant so many things. i trust you to trust me. i trust you to do the right thing. i trust you to believe in me. i trust you to be strong.
those words are the only thing keeping you together as you wait for what feels like days, all alone in the dark room. your head has been between your knees for so long that your neck has started to hurt. but you perk up when you hear the distant sound of blaster fire.
a million thoughts flash through your mind at once. it must be fox, here to save you. but the bounty hunter had said that you would die if he ambushed. fox would never let that happen. but what if he got hurt? no, he’s strong enough. but what if the bounty hunter, who had already evaded him once, was too strong?
the sound of the doors sliding open cuts through your thoughts. at first, you only see a shadow, and for a split second you panic thinking that the bounty hunter had come here to finish the job. but as the shadow comes a little closer you realize it’s a man in clone trooper armour; and not just any armour, it was fox’s. he breaks into a run, pulling out a knife to cut through your restraints the moment he gets close enough.
you two reach for one another at the same time, and fox holds you so tight that it crushes you a little. “are you hurt?” he mumbles into your neck. “no, you saved me.” fox takes a shaky breath, thanking the stars that his ambush had actually worked and that you were still here, and unharmed at that. he wordlessly picks you up, carrying you out of the room.
“i can walk by myself, y’know,” you say, but the expression on your face indicated that you didn’t mind this situation at all. “not a chance. you’re staying with me tonight.” he says definitively. “aww, are you worried about me, commander?” you tease. he scowls. “stow it.”
a/n: it was so hard coming up with 10 different scenarios for this prompt rahhh
hihi!!!! i have loved reading your headcannons lately!! you have such great, in-character ideas and express them so well in your wording!! if you are feeling up to it/inspired, i would like to request a tech x reader nsfw alphabet!! your crosshair one was awesome, but my heart yearns for my favorite boy!! if not, no worries, just take this as a compliment to keep up the great work!! 💕
TBB NSFW Alphabet Part 2
Pairing: Tbb Tech x F!Reader
Warnings: Smut, minors DNI
A/N: Hi! Thank you for your request!! I hope this lives up to your expectations and I'm glad you're enjoying all my content, it means so much to me that everyone is loving my writing!
A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)
Tech is very attentive after having sex, and after taking a few moments to catch his breath, he'll be rushing to get you a glass of water and insist you go and use the bathroom to avoid any infections. He will help you clean up in the shower and once you're back in bed all cozied up, he'll let you curl up against him as he works on something on his data pad or in some cases, just go right to sleep since he gets more rest when he's aligned with your circadian rhythm.
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
His: His hands. I know that's a basic answer but Tech can just do so much with them. Work on projects, shoot his blaster, type away on his data pad. Massage your sore muscles, braid your hair or grab your hand. He can use them to make you feel all kinds of pleasure against your clit, in your pussy, to tug and pull at your nipples or grope your ass.
Yours: Your curves. He likes to feel the contrast of his calloused skin against your soft curves and skin. He's this war hardened, genetically enhanced clone and you're just so sweet and gentle and soft and someone he wants to protect. He also loves to just place a hand on your hip or waist whenever he wants to be close.
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
He uses a condom just to be safe. He'll only really feel comfortable without it when he feels that he's ready to commit to you. That might seem irrational since he's literally having sex with you but he understands that pregnancy can happen even if you're not directly intimate with each other. If he's sure that he's okay with the possibility of having a child with you, he'll get rid of the condom and preferable cum on your stomach or in your hand.
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
He would love to be able to record you during intimacy. Something about being able to look back at you, face filled with ecstasy as he makes you cum several times over is a huge turn on for him. Tech already has plenty of innocent memories of you documented on his data pad, little dates, meals together, you with his brothers or Omega, maybe even just a few moments of him admiring you while you sleep. but none of you in your most vulnerable and comfortable state, yet he'd never force you to do anything you're not fully sure about.
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
Experienced in knowledge but has little real practice. I would like to think that he might've hooked up with someone once or twice just for the experience but he didn't actually enjoy himself since it was mostly a one sided experience. The people he was with were just looking for a quick fuck and he was more on the end of wanting a detailed step by step instruction manual.
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
He likes it when you ride him since you can have a lot of the control and set the pace for the night. Tech is a switch in my opinion but with a preference to being a dom bottom, so really any position that lets you have the most control while also giving him the reins to take it away is fine by him, cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, face sitting, etc. But if you want him to top you top you, he likes to take you from behind since he can sink into your pussy deeper.
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
He's pretty serious, but will say a few things that'll make you crack up just because its so random and just a Tech thing to say. It might be an interesting fact about what position you're in or maybe the benefits of regular sexual activity. Or it could just even be some of his dirty talk that falls a little flat since he's so monotoned.
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
It trimmed but its not shaved crazily or anything like that. He understands the purpose to pubic hair and although he keeps it trimmed for appearance purposes, he would never shave it for the health benefits and to help with friction reduction while you're having sex.
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
I'd say he's romantic. Tech has read up on all sorts of things to help set the mood and make you feel loved, adored, and horny enough to let him easily slide inside of you. He'll whisper sweet words in your ear, "you're so beautiful," "that's it, you're doing wonderful," maybe some mando'a mixed in when he's really in deep (in his head and you lol).
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
He does it. He knows you're not always available or wanting to initiate anything, so he'll relieve himself in the shower or when he is sure he's alone. But rest assured, he will be thinking about you and if you're okay with it, he'll watch videos of you so he can time his orgasm right with yours.
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
Anytime you one up him with your intelligence it turns him on. Sure, you can know the same things as him or even know stuff that he hasn't had the time to look into or didn't know existed. But damn, when you correct him when he's wrong or go into more detail on a topic he was confident he knew all about, it makes him really proud and almost competitive to try and one up you the next time. He'll definitely take you later, rutting up into you as he stutters and moans out, "embarrassing me in front of my brothers...maker you're so smart, smarter than me, so intelligent."
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
He likes it when you ride him in his chair in the cockpit (hehe cock). Its not the most private place, but Tech has a weird way of handling things whenever his brothers catch you together, usually along the lines of "can I help you?" or "if its not something of importance, am I free to continue?" Like dude, just tell them to get out. He also doesn't mind getting it on in the shower since its efficient and takes less time for cleanup.
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
Obviously when you're doing or saying something smart or informative, but he also really just likes it when you're in a relaxed state. If you put your hair down, maybe you're wearing your glasses instead of contacts, lounging around in comfy clothing or just doing random, oddball tasks. He just thinks you look pretty no matter how you look.
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
He's not a fan of pain play. Maybe an ass grab or smack here and there, but anything that requires him physically hurting you is a huge no. He just doesn't enjoy it, and he's fighting and hurting people all the time so he'd much prefer to just not be thinking about it.
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
Tech loves when you go down on him, lips growing wet from saliva and precum all the while you're looking up at him through your lashes, waiting for a sign of approval. He'll grip your hair, but still let you set the pace and he'll cum hard and fast if you suck on the tip of his cock. He doesn't mind giving in the slightest, but he likes to talk and praise you throughout, so he'll alternate between using his fingers and tongue.
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
If he's setting the pace, he'll be fast with his thrusts but not hard in the sense of his hips smacking against yours. He does a lot of foreplay and although he can be patient, being painfully hard for at least a half hour does things to a man.
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
Every once in a while he'll indulge, usually when you have a little time alone in the Marauder or maybe while he's taking a break from a project and needs a moment to decompress.
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
Would Tech even be the man he is if he didn't experiment? He would want to try all kinds of new things with you, especially since he has very little experience. He'll be reading up on new positions, sex toys, kinks, maybe even stuff like roleplay. Its just important to talk with him first about delving too deep into research if he starts looking for visuals like porn if you're not comfortable with that.
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
For himself, only once maybe twice if the night goes on for a long time. But for you, he's making you cum until you're sensitive and writhing for him to put his dick into your soaking, aching pussy.
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
Yeah. A lot. Some he's made himself. Others from sex stores. He likes using them on you and vice versa, it adds a little flair to your evening and its always fun to experiment with new things so he tries to incorporate toys during sex pretty frequently.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
Its not so much teasing, but he's testing to see how far he can take things before you're a babbling, crying moaning mess. He'll be praising you, telling how good you're doing and assuring you that in time, he will give you what you want. But he'll draw it out for as long as possible for research...right.
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
He pants and grunts, but he's fairly quiet. He's talking you through it for the most part so you're just used to him saying sweet and reassuring things until he's just about to cum. its then that Tech goes quiet and just focuses on getting you and him to a satisfying release.
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
He'll finger you while you're sitting next to him and he's busy working on something. I'll just leave it at that.
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
Lean and average, not too big not too small, just right if you ask me. Tech knows that sex is all about knowing your partner and having the skills to satisfy them, so he's not worried about his size as much as he is about pleasing you in whatever way he can.
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
I think he's pretty horny all the time. His mind is constantly in overdrive and after a long day of thinking about a million things at once, he just wants to lose himself in your soft pussy and warm skin.
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
Tech goes right to bed if he can help it. I like to think he's tired a lot and gets up relatively early in the morning, so if he has a chance to curl up next to you and get a few good hours of sleep he won't not take that chance. If he stays up, its either because he's not tired or he's got something on his mind that he can't shake, but its something a few kisses and your fingers running through his hair can fix.
Hi! Thanks a lot for your work and keeping this fandom alive! As a Tech girl, I really love your headcanons, can I ask for some Tech x Jedi headcanons, please? Thank you! Have a nice day!
TBB Tech x GN!Jedi!Reader
Warnings: Slight angst but its not bad (I think)
A/N: HIII thank you for your request! I am glad that the fandom is still so alive, its actually what got me into posting in the first place! That and the next comic for hyperspace stories being another bad batch story! I can't wait for october!!! I really wish we had more pre echo/pre order 66 bad batch content but oh well, maybe someday!
Tech
He is FASCINATED with you and your life as a jedi. He'll want to know as much as he can, documenting every detail for him to look over again later and then come back to you with an influx of new questions and theories. Since he doesn't get to work with Jedi often, having a Jedi as his partner was a treat in and of itself.
Of course, he won't spend all of his time talking about just Jedi culture with you. He'll want to show you some of the things that he is interested in too, teaching you how to pilot the Marauder or to hack into separatist systems. He'd also want to show you some of his personal projects he was working on in his free time, usually things that can help the squad or make their enclosed living situation a little easier.
But contrary to belief, I like to think that Tech enjoys the quieter moments with you, and will indulge in comfortable silence with you or talk about more domestic topics. "Do you like that new shampoo? I did extensive research on your hair type and determined that one would work best," "thank you, for that lotion. It truly helped soothe my dry skin from those harsh chemicals I was working with." "We should go into town today to collect supplies...should we invite the others?"
The only downside he finds with your Jedi culture is the lack of familiarity he can show around you when you're with other battalions or Jedi. Tech doesn't normally touch you in public, but he does stand very close to you, almost arm to arm if he doesn't realize it. He does have a bad tendency to call you dear or darling, which makes it even harder when talking to you because he can't not say it, so he'll often opt to not speaking with you, which just makes him grumpy later.
Speaking about affection, quality time and words of affection are Tech's love languages. He loves to spend time with you (obviously) but he'll feel very proud whenever you compliment his smarts, his inventions, or piloting skills. But what really gets him flustered is when you're specific one what exactly you find impressive about him. It'll let him know that you're really paying attention to him and that you're genuinely interested in what he has to say or show you, despite being caught up in other Jedi business or not being around all the time.
His only insecurities is knowing that Jedi aren't allowed to have connections, and he'll sometimes wonder if you'll ever change your mind about being with him and leave him to fulfill the Jedi code. He knows that what you have together is forbidden and could possible result in ostracization from the order and him from the republic. Or worse. He wouldn't hold it against you if you leave him to protect both of you, but deep down he really hopes that you won't.
The first time Clone Force 99 stepped onto your home world, Hunter realized something important almost immediately.
Everyone here was rich.
Not just comfortable.
Rich rich.
The kind of rich where the landing platform alone had polished marble under their boots, gold detailing along the railings, and attendants waiting with silver trays full of sparkling drinks before the Marauder’s engines had even cooled.
Wrecker stared openly. “Are we allowed to touch anything?”
“No,” Echo answered instantly.
Crosshair narrowed his eyes at a passing servant carrying flowers worth more credits than an average bounty, tooth pick swirling in his mouth for a moment.
And Tech....well Tech was already scanning the architecture with complete fascination.
“The structural engineering is remarkably advanced,” he muttered. “The support arches appear decorative, however they are distributing weight through—”
You looped around his arm with a bright smile, pressing against his side in expensive cream-colored silks that shimmered every time you moved. “Yes, yes, darling, very fascinating,” you hummed. “But your wife missed you.”
Tech blinked once before automatically leaning toward you slightly. “A statistical impossibility,” he said plainly. “We have been in transit together for fourteen standard hours.”
“I can still miss you.”
“That is emotionally reasonable.”
Hunter watched the exchange with the exhausted expression of a man who had given up understanding either of you months ago.
The palace attendants, however, had not. The moment you walked Tech into the grand entry hall, whispers immediately started.
Because to them?
You were royalty.
Soft-spoken. Elegant. Beautiful enough to make people stare when you entered a room. Covered in jewelry and silk and perfume that probably cost more than the Marauder itself.
And Tech ...looked like
Well.
Tech.
Goggles pushed up. Fingerless gloves. Grease stains on his sleeves. Sleep deprived expression. Data pad tucked under one arm while he muttered calculations to himself.
The attendants clearly assumed there had been some kind of mistake.
One young noblewoman smiled brightly at Hunter first. “You must be her husband.”
Hunter nearly choked on air. “What?”
Before he could answer, another servant gestured toward Crosshair.
“No, no. Definitely him.”
Crosshair looked deeply offended. “I would rather be shot.”
And then the poor attendant finally looked toward Tech then at you. "…him?”
The entire room went quiet as you let out the most scandalized gasp imaginable as a hand flew dramatically to your chest.
“How dare you!” you exclaimed. “He is my pookie and I love him!”
The servant looked horrified immediately. "I....my apologies, I simply assumed—”
“He is the most handsome man I know,” you declared with genuine offense.
Then you waved a hand dismissively toward another attendant nearby.
“You. Remove this one from my sight before I become emotional.”
“Yes, my lady!”
The poor man practically vanished.
Hunter buried his face in one hand.
Echo looked like he was trying not to laugh.
And Crosshair, Crosshair nearly choked outright when you wrapped both hands around Tech’s arm and swayed happily against him.
“He’s the prettiest one,” you informed the room proudly.
Tech, meanwhile, did not even look up from his scanner nodding for a moment. "Yes,” he said calmly. “She married me willingly. I checked several times.”
Wrecker barked out a laugh so loud it echoed through the hall. “She says that all the time too!” he wheezed.
“She does,” Tech confirmed.
One of the nobles stared at you in absolute confusion. “But…why?”
Tech finally looked up at that, not offended just genuinely curious.
“Why would she not?”
The noble opened and closed his mouth uselessly and that was somehow worse.
Because Tech truly did not understand why anyone would question it.
You beamed at him immediately, squeezing his arm tighter. “Aww.”
Crosshair pinched the bridge of his nose. "This is painful.”
“No,” Echo muttered. “What’s painful is that somehow they’re actually perfect for each other.”
Another noblewoman cautiously approached you as she gave you a weak smile.“My lady…surely you could have chosen anyone you wished.”
You blinked at her. “I did.”
Tech adjusted his goggles slightly. “She continues to reaffirm this despite multiple opportunities to reconsider.”
“You’re stuck with me forever,” you informed him cheerfully.
“I am aware.”
“You sound disappointed.”
“I am sleep deprived, not disappointed.”
You gasped softly. “See? Adorable.”
Hunter finally snorted, because the thing was that people kept expecting Tech to be annoyed by your affection.
Or overwhelmed.
Or embarrassed.
Instead, the man visibly relaxed every single time you touched him.
Tiny things most people missed.
The way he leaned toward you automatically or his shoulders loosened when your hand slipped into his.
The way he always, always adjusted his pace so you stayed beside him.
And the second another noble got a little too friendly with you?
Tech looked up from his datapad without hesitation. “She is married,” he said flatly.
The noble laughed awkwardly. “Oh, I wasn’t implying...”
“You were standing approximately thirteen centimeters closer than socially necessary.”
Crosshair actually coughed trying not to laugh.
Hunter blinked.
Echo stared.
And you? You absolutely melted. “Oh my stars,” you whispered dramatically. “He’s possessive.”
“I am correcting behavior.”
“He’s possessive,” you repeated, delighted squishing your cheek against his.
Tech sighed the sigh of a man who knew exactly what was happening. “You enjoy provoking reactions.”
“I enjoy you.”
And for once Tech smiled.
The whole room went dead silent.Because suddenly everyone understood.
Not despite Tech.
Not accidentally.
Not as some strange mistake.
You loved him specifically.
And Tech looked at you like the entire galaxy had personally handed him something precious he still couldn’t quite believe belonged to him.
May I request a Tech X F! Reader fic where he and the Reader make a sex tape together after Reader finds out that his goggles can record things?
TBB Tech x F!Reader headcanons making a sex tape together
Warnings: SEXUAL CONTENT, sex tapes, oral sex, p in v, fingering, IDK ITS SMUT
A/N: Okay, lowkey I get so nervous writing smut but I love it so sue me idk LMAOO
You're surprised its taken you so long to notice the little camera attached to Tech's goggles. You've explored the entirety of his body, sucking on his most sensitive parts of his neck, licking along the veiny side of his cock that twitches in your hand, gripping his thighs and squeezing around him tightly when he's close to cumming. But perhaps you should've explored his gear just as closely.
You bring it up to him randomly, just out of the blue but rather bluntly. He wouldn't be able to understand what you were asking if you beat around the bush. His cheeks immediately went red, and he stuttered a quiet, "sure" though you knew he wasn't just saying that to appeal to you.
The first time you do try it, its completely by accident. You're in the cockpit together, the rest of the batch out exploring the village of some random planet. You we're cozying up with Tech in his chair, and lets just say that you constant shifting on his lap was getting him more than a little worked up.
He rocked his hips up into you, cock pulsing against your slick walls, your soft thighs smacking down onto his armored counterpart. his hands were fondling your breasts and his quiet panting only spurred you forward as you rode him quicker and harder. A hand drifts down your stomach and slipped between your thighs, his thumb experimentally rubbing slow circles against your clit. You jerk against him, throwing your head back and biting onto your bottom lip as pleasure coursed through you as if he just rerouted an electrical current inside you.
Its then that you notice the small red light that glowed on the upper right of his camera. Your movements slowed and he whimpered underneath you, rough hands pulling you down to sit completely full of his cock. "Is...your camera...on?" You ask through pants, trying to calm your racing heart so you can focus. He reaches up and presses a button on the side of his goggles, and the light goes dark. Its then that he fidgets around with a few controllers, and you feel his cock pulse inside of you. Oh, yes. It was in fact recording.
After the initial shock, you reassure him that you're fine with him recording, and it isn't long until you're scheduling another session together. Most of the time, he makes sure to ask you before he starts recording (tech is the consent king).
He loves to get your expressions on the camera, seeing your face twist and mouth gape as he plunges himself into your tight, wet pussy. He's usually enjoys the cowgirl position, with him in his chair and you on him (your chair), but if he's recording he likes to do missionary since he can get your entire body in the video.
Tech's a little disappointed that he can't get a good video of your while he's eating you out. His goggles only pick up so much, and he can see you much better with his own eyes instead of the camera. He'll try position them somewhere else in the room, but they videos don't always come out how he expects them to, and he won't be able to see your pretty expressions since he's practically blind without his goggles.
But what he loves most is recording you while you give him head. Seeing your cheeks stuffed with his cock, drool dripping down your chin as you look up with him with your cock dumb eyes, hands gripping his thighs so tightly they leave marks. He'll beg you to let him cum on your face, "please! Please let me cum on your pretty face, love..."
BONUS: If Tech is away (and you're not with him) you'll create a little tape of your own. You'll caress your body, calling out your name as you slip a finger into your pussy, fondling your boobs as you proclaim aloud how much you miss him. You'll purposefully edge yourself, knowing that he wouldn't dare skip ahead to the good part, torturing him despite being planets away. One finger after another, you fill yourself more and more, and with a call of his name you cum over your fingers. And if you're naughty enough, you'll cut out that last bit with a little message saying, "you only get the good part when I see you again ;)"
