I Need To Read This As A Story 😭

I love men who moan, men who whimper unashamedly in your ear. Men who sob, men who cry, men who bite your neck, your shoulder because you feel so good they can't help but drool a little, men who beg "Please baby, you feel so good", their pretty eyes crystallize, men who like to overstimulate themselves by continuing to come in and out of you, with broken grunts and a scratchy throat.

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Hi! I am a huge fan of your work and might have just binged all of your TBB fics in preparation for the season 2 premiere 🙈 during my indulgence I read through your kink list and the “helmet stays on” one really got me thinking how the batch (or any clone for that matter, I love them all so much) might use their helmets, maybe as a way to limit their partner’s senses (it seems like a fun combo between dom/sub and an armor kink)

Anyways, whether or not you use this prompt, I am always looking forward to your next fic!! Whatever you are willing to share with us I am more than happy to read 💕 Sorry for the anon, I’m still a little shy about being horny on main lol

This has got to be one of the sweetest asks I've ever gotten, I'm so glad you enjoyed my stuff enough to binge it!! (also don't be shy about not wanting to be horny on main, there's no obligation to be. Anon is on for a reason)

But since you mentioned senses, of course the first person I think of is Hunter; And it's been a hot minute since I've done something for him so, why not? I hope this is up your alley!

Relationships: Hunter/Fem!Reader

Warnings: NSFW, Pre-established relationship, Armor kink, Helmet kink aka "the helmet stays on", Very light Dom/Sub dynamics, Clothed sex, Semi-public sex(supply closet), Quickie, Some light sensory overload on Hunter's part

It wasn’t your idea to stay behind at Cyd’s, not in the slightest. The last mission had run you ragged, and so Hunter had effectively forced you to stay back for this one, and give some time to recover. But you still had to admit- The rest was an incredible luxury that you couldn’t refuse.

Though it had taken well over an hour of tossing and turning to get to sleep at first; You’d grown quite quickly used to the sounds of five other people’s breathing, Wrecker’s snoring, and Tech’s mumbling. Without the unique symphony of the Marauder as a lullaby, it had taken a bit to finally nod off.

When you woke up that first night, it was instantly noticeable how much better your body felt. To have a night without waking up multiple times because of shift changes, or emergencies, and to just actually let your body shut down and recover. But as the days went by that became less noticeable; And instead, a tense worry began to replace it.

It’s hard not to worry about them, especially now that you aren’t beside them. They’ve been barely footsteps from you for so long to have them all this far away for so long is eating at you. Especially Hunter. You miss him, miss the way he’d sometimes sneak into your bunk and lay with you for awhile before everyone else woke up. Or how he’ll sometimes walk behind you and press his face against the top of your head, sneaking a small moment while no one is looking.

At least working around Cyd’s keeps you somewhat busy, and she lets you keep a small portion of the tips in exchange for keeping the bar running smoothly. It’s something;

Especially considering the last time you all ran out of credits you had to sell Echo.

It’s late tonight; The bar is empty after the last patron drank his weight and stumbled out, falling onto the sidewalk before recovering enough to toddle on home. Now you’re just cleaning glasses, counting tips and trying to keep busy. It’s tedious, mindless work, but it keeps your hands and head busy enough.

Busy enough until Cyd suddenly shouts from the back, having apparently seen something of note on one of the security cameras.

“Hey! The Dream Team is back!” Cyd emerges from the backroom counting something in her hand, while she jerks her head in the direction of the front.

“Keep your man busy while I count my credits, will you?”

They enter through the front mere seconds after she finishes speaking, Wrecker holding the desired loot in both arms. He starts moving to drop it in Cyd’s room in the back, while you dart past him and yell:

“Hunter!”

You instantly run for him, until you reach him and suddenly stop; Trying to brush it off and just smile.

“Oh, so how come only he gets the welcome party!?”

Wrecker, halfway to the backroom scoffs and crosses his arms, before Echo starts pushing him and Tech away. You had turned around, looking at them embarrassed.

“Lets just give them a bit.”

Tech goes his own way, nose deep in his datapad while Wrecker, Echo, and Omega all shuffle into one of the bar’s booths. You stay close to Hunter however, standing with only a short distance between each of your chests still only a few steps from the entryway.

It’s well been established for awhile now that there is absolutely something going on between you and Hunter, but everyone has pretty much elected to act as if there isn’t. Or at least, that they can’t see it. You don’t do anything that would ever hint at you being romantic within sight of the others, but the looks you share and the undertones are so obvious that everyone had eventually realized.

The whole thing is, complicated. For far more reasons that just your current predicament.

Both of you finally move away from the entry, moving to sit on one of the bar stools. Hunter takes the one right next to you, sitting his helmet on the bar and turning your way.

“I’m sure you’re happy everyone managed to not get injured.” Hunter’s giving a tiny smirk, watching as you roll your eyes at him.

“I wasn’t upset you guys got hurt because it was inconvenient, I was upset because I don’t like seeing you guys get hurt.” You don’t like seeing any of them deal with pain, no matter how hard they all try and shrug it off. You’re just as guilty of the same, though as the person treating others, you’ll always have an excuse for why it doesn’t apply to yourself. You jerk a head in the direction of the booth that the rest of the batch is sitting at; Tech having returned from where ever and is now sitting next to Wrecker.

“At least for them. For you I don’t mind as much, because then I can kiss it better.” Hunter coughs, looking away for a moment and shaking his head. You can see the way his lips twitch as if he wants to say something, but can’t quite figure out how to put it.

“You…” He shakes his head, letting you see a small smirk. “Glad to hear I’ll be getting your special beside manner.”

Sometimes it catches him off guard some of the things you say, especially so casually.

In his moment of looking away from you, your eyes instead turn focus onto his helmet; Which is staring back at you from on the bar top, tinted visor reflecting the scene it’s staring at. When you reach a hand out to grab it Hunter watches, as you hold it hovering over your lap. It looks so normal and lifeless here, but there’s something about when it’s on, that it almost seems like it holds emotion; No matter how silly it sounds.

“I never noticed that you copied your tattoo on your helmet…”

You hold it in your hands, thumb brushing over the scuffed paint. The paint isn’t solid; Patches of the helmets original color peak through the brushed streaks of lighter grey. It gives his helmet a ghostly look, which suits him.

In fact, suits him very well.

It’s a complete spur of the moment decision that has you sliding off the barstool, and grabbing Hunter by the hand. He follows and while confused, takes your lead, walking through the bar and towards the back. Hopefully before anyone notices.

They do of course, but Echo is smart enough to keep anyone from questioning your antics.

Hunter watches as you pull him in the direction of the supply closet, closing the door and pushing something in front of it- a crate. It’s small and compact in here, but it’s quiet. And it’s private; Which is the main appeal.

And it’s here you take quick use of that, as the moment the door is fully shut you step towards Hunter and wrap your arms around his neck, pulling his lips to yours for but a moment.

“Now that we’re alone; Did everything go well, Sargent?”

Well you’re certainly playing with fire now, he knows that well.

“Everyone’s on one piece, and we got what we needed.” He knows that isn’t really what you’re asking, but it’s amusing to watch you look at him like this anyways. You know that if you want him you can just ask, but it’s far more fun to play around. Especially after them being gone for admittedly not all that long; But after being around him every moment, it feels like forever.

In his quick glance over you he can see you’re still holding his helmet in your hands, having carried it with you in your rush. It’s pressing against your chest, as you look down at it.

Hunter is watching you intently, the way your fingers look so gentle over his helmet. Before he can say anything however you lean up, and quickly plop the helmet on his head.

“You look good with it on.” His chest is pressing against your own, unyielding, unmovable plastoid armor against your skin. He hasn’t taken one bit of armor off since they returned, he hasn’t had the chance to. He can hear your heart pumping faster in your chest, wanton as you look up at him. His senses never lie, no matter how much you can try to hide it.

He’s used it to his advantage with you, but it’s almost proven to be his weakness. There’s been times where you’ve overwhelmed his senses so much that he can barely stand it; Both intentional and not. In theory he could cut it off if it ever felt like too much, but he doesn’t.

You know that part of him likes it, and the feeling of being so close but unable to fulfill his senses that drives him borderline insane.

You can feel his hands sliding down your back, moving to wrap around your hips as your thighs spread apart enough to let him in. Instantly he steps between them, pressing his body tight against yours. Once you’re as close as you can one of his hands comes up to palm your chest through your shirt, though he’s unable to free them due to the nature of your outfit. At least not easily, though part of him more than enjoys the way your push into him, silently pleading for more.

He won’t give it to you that easy, not after so many times you’ve done him in the same.

He feels your nipple harden through the fabric of his glove, while your pupils dilate and skin flushes hotter. One of your hands even moves to grasp at his wrist and press it harder onto you, as your breath leaves a fog on his armor.

“You don’t even know how much I’ve missed you, Hunter.”

He can smell you want him, even though his helmet it’s so obvious it overwhelms his senses.

When you attempt to work around your outfit and take off your top, Hunter stops you; And you look up to see your reflection in the tinted visor of his helmet.

“Turn around.”

There’s no way to describe the way your cunt clenches at the way he says those words, distorted by his helmet in a way that makes it sound even more erotic.

Lifting up off the crate you’d been sitting on your turn around, attempting to quickly undo your belt in the process and abandoning the idea of undoing your top. While doing so, you swear you can hear his breathing through his helmet, ragged and already coming undone. It only worsens as he sees your pants pull down and wrap around your knees, the fabric of your underwear contrasting with the color of your skin.

It almost is too much, the way he feels so hot and tight underneath his armor and his own breaths echo inside his helmet.

His fingers are frantic as he peels away the only thing impeding him, hearing his groinplate clank on the ground. He may want to take off more, but the sight of you whining for him keeps him from doing so.

He grinds his clothed cock against you, the clear outline pressing against your ass. You quickly demand more, aching and empty.

“Hunter, please… Come on.” He stills, and ignores the way you attempt to demand him continue.

“You don’t get to say that. Not after what you did on the Marauder.”

That makes you smile, remembering how much you had teased him until he snapped. You feel the way he finally moves the fabric of his body glove aside just enough to free his cock, feeling it lay against your cunt. He feels so hot it almost makes you jolt, body tighten as he grinds against you.

Only a short while later does he slowly attempt to press the tip of his cock inside of you, listening to the way you gasp. Your toes curl in your boots, and you can’t control the way you suddenly jolt when the cold plastoid of his thigh armor brushes against the bare skin of you ass. Hunter abruptly stops, having felt your body stiffen.

“You ok?” He asks when he feels you jolt and tighten around him, his hands around your hips loosening their grip.

“Yeah; Your armor is so cold…”

It feels good, but it was just a shock to have it suddenly against your skin. But now knowing he has the green light, he slowly pulls part way out of you before slowly thrusting forward and pulling your hips enough to meet him halfway.

The feeling of so many sounds echoing in his helmet has his senses on overdrive, not even considering how loud everything might be in the room itself. It isn’t as if you’re being particularly quiet; Moaning his name as he slams his cock into you. At least the door is made of metal, and it’s unlike any of quieter sounds will pierce it.

Apart from perhaps the shaky moan you let out as he presses against a bundle of nerves deep inside your cunt, enough to have you almost seeing stars.

“Shit,”

His helmets distorts his voice, making it seem almost more gritted, angrier than normal. It amplifies how tense he sounds, almost as much as his body as you feel his armor hit the back of your thighs as he fucks you.

But Gods do you want to turn around and kiss him, feel his skin on you so badly but he won’t let you; Depriving you of the sensation. Even if the unforgiving coldness of his armor feels so good too. It’s enough to have you speak up, hissing through your teeth for more.

“Fuck, Hunter… You can go harder…”

His fingers tighten around your hips, watching the way your top has bunched around the middle of your back.

“What, all the sudden you’re open to pleas of mercy?” Your throat tightens.

Of course now is the time he decides to get you back a bit for torturing his senses while stuck in the Marauder, and he’d pleaded for you to stop. You hadn’t listened, and now it seems he’s going to attempt to let you feel just a fraction of what you’d done to him.

It seems unfair; Unable to kiss him or touch his skin while he fucks you. Though you’d done worse to him, a man with senses multitudes stronger than your own.

“Do you, fuck… Do you want an apology?”

The edges of his thigh armor press against the skin of your ass and will more than likely leave marks, unforgiving against your much softer skin.

“No. I want you to feel what it’s like to not get what you want.”

His thrusts slow until he’s only grinding against you, feeling the way your cunt leaks all over his cock. Your thighs keep tensing as you attempt to press against him, feeling so, so close but having him deny you. You can’t feel the heat of his skin, the roughness of his hands or his hair against your cheek; As he looms over your body with a black, grey and red silhouette.

He looks almost like a ghost, when you turn to look at him for just a moment. The dim, mostly broken lights of the tiny storage closet only further the illusion.

He swears he can almost hear his teeth grind against each other when he cums, filling you as you grind against him for more. His visor is becoming fogged from the amount of his hot breath, too much for the filters to try and fight against. It’s never fogged before; But granted, he’s never fucked you while he’s had it on.

He feels you cum around him, gripping the crate your bent over so tight as you intake a breath and hold it long enough he almost tells you to breath. Your fingers grip the crate your bent over with such a tight grip it almost is turning your knuckles white, seeing stars as he fucks you slowly through it all.

Gods, you missed him. Even in the short time he was gone.

When he slowly pulls out of you, you take the time to turn and sit on your bottom instead; Legs partly spread and sore.

The entire state of you looking like this almost as Hunter’s blood pumping again.

“So, can I kiss you now?” You look up at him, face red and lips ever so slightly parted. He takes off his helmet and leans down, pressing a hand against the wall behind you to support himself as he kisses you. It feels ten times more intense after being denied for so long, you can’t help the way your hands quickly around the back of his neck fingers slipping into his hair.

“I missed you too, you know.”

He mumbles it against your lips and feels the way you smile back, giving a satisfied laugh.

“Then don’t leave me behind again? Ok?”

This is too good! Gotta love Echo being so open to talk about his last with Omega 🥰

Oops I did it again 🤷🏼‍♀️

Get ready for the Echo feels in this one🫡

Forever

WARNING: KISSING, MENTIONS OF BULLYING

The crowd in the Three Broomsticks was slowly dying down as the clock hands ticked closer to 8:00 pm. Y/n's eyes still kept looking for Severus. Out of habit, she started picking her nails, as her breath got heavier with worry. She looked up at the sky, and a shiver ran up her spine.

She has been feeling heavy all day. Y/n had been feeling something was off. She tried to convince herself it was nothing, but her intuition told her something was wrong.

She couldn't take it anymore. Y/n got up from her seat and climbed on the Hogwarts Express, but not before looking behind her, trying to find him. Her heart broke when she couldn't find him.

Her heart palpitated as she slowly made her way to the Slytherin dorm. But Y/n stopped midway when she spotted a familiar blonde boy pacing in front of the Hospital Wing.

Y/n had never seen Lucius so distressed. She slowly walked towards him. "What's wrong?"

He flinched. Lucius was so lost in his thoughts that he didn't realize when she came up to him. "Nothing. Nothing is wrong. Go back to your dorm." His stern voice tried to hide that he was worried.

"Fine, don't tell me." Y/n pretended to walk away. As soon as Lucius got away from the gate, she beelined for the hospital wing.

As soon as she entered, the sight in front of her almost made her lose her balance. Severus lay there on the hospital bed as Madam Pomfrey tended to his wounds.

His onyx eyes looked into the void. Y/n feared whatever thought was running through his head. Her heart broke when she heard him hiss as Madam Pomfrey applied a healing potion to his wounds.

Y/n held back a sob as she walked closer and more wounds appeared. "Severus." It hurt her throat to even speak. He looked up and looked paler when he recognized her voice.

"I'll be right back." Madam Pomfrey realized the couple needed a moment. Severus' eyes fluttered when he felt her warm hand on his cold one.

"I'm fine. There's no need to make a big deal about it." He retracted his hand. Instantly missing her warmth. But she shouldn't know what happened to him. She would see him for what he truly is. Weak. How is he meant to protect her when he can't even protect himself?

"Severus, please." She desperately held onto his hand, her breath shuddering as he looked into her eyes. Severus wondered why she looked in pain when he was the one with the wounds. "What happened?"

"You shouldn't be here." Severus looked away. He knew if he had looked into her eyes longer, he would break down and tell her everything. No. That would make him look weak. And she would leave him as everyone else did.

Y/n as a last resort, cupped his cheek. Her thumb soothingly caressed his cheek as she looked into his eyes again. "I'm here, and I'm not leaving you. You can push me away as much as you want. I'll fight you just to be with you."

Severus thickly swallowed. The passion in her eyes for him easily broke down the wall that he had built up over the years. His eyes were clouded with tears. "Can you please hold me?"

Y/n immediately but carefully got into the hospital bed and opened her arms for him like it was second nature. She tried her best not to cry. Severus wrapped his arms around her tightly and sobbed into her chest. Her heartbeat and warmth almost lulled him to sleep.

"The Marauders. They are still bullying me even after I stopped talking to Lily. What more do they want from me? Was it not enough for them to bully me just for existing?"

Silent tears dropped down her cheeks as his tears soaked into her skin. His body trembled, and she held him closer to her. Rage filled her heart. But couldn't leave him until she knew he was okay. Y/n started patting his head, softly humming as his breathing got normal.

"It's a lovely song." Severus weakly smiled at her. He closed his eyes as he felt her fingers tuck his hair behind his ear. Her breath shuddered as her eyes took in the wounds on him. Y/n blinked her tears away.

"My mother used to sing it for me whenever I used to have nightmares. Although it sounded better in her voice." Y/n's voice was heavy with sorrow. She couldn't see him in this state.

"Hmm, but it's your voice that makes me feel at home."

There was a beat of silence as the lovers held each other, trying to find comfort in each other.

Suddenly, Severus pulled away from her touch. Y/n frowned as he distanced himself from her. "How can you love me, Y/n? You deserve someone better. You deserve someone normal. Not someone like me who is weak and temperamental."

"Sev-"

"I AM A DISAPPOINTMENT, Y/N!" Severus winced. His wounds burned as he moved further away from her. He felt it was selfish to keep her in a relationship with him. He didn't deserve her warmth and love. "The marauders are right, Y/n. I shouldn't even exist."

Y/n was at a loss for words. This is not the first time Severus has pushed her away, and this won't be the last time she fights to be by his side.

Severus flinched when he felt her arms around his waist again. How is he going to survive without it?

"You made mistakes, Severus. But you owned your mistakes too. You are not a disappointment. You are so talented, smart, and brave." Y/n held his hand, tracing the previous scar.

Severus, if you were terrible, you would not have lived with the guilt of how you were with Lily. You would not have tried to mend your mistakes. And I know it's not a small thing that will be easily forgiven with a simple sorry. But you are genuinely guilty of what you did. And you are still punishing yourself for it. So no, you are not terrible. And I'm going to be with you until my heart stops beating."

Severus turned around and hugged her tightly, ignoring the pain that was shooting up all over his torso. "Thank you for your forgiveness and love, Y/n. I don't know how I will ever repay you for being so patient and kind to me."

Y/n smirked, "You could kiss me." Severus chuckled as she wiped his tears. He looked into her eyes before he cupped her cheeks and tugged her closer. His lips clashed with hers as his tongue savored the traces of coffee and chocolate on her tongue. His hands frantically went to her back, holding her closer as he kissed her deeper.

They didn't realize when they broke the kiss until they were gasping for air. "I love you so much, Y/n." Severus desperately proclaimed.

"And I love you," she whispered against his lips. A promise that she won't let the marauders get away with this.

A/N: I wrote this on my phone so now I have an excuse for my shitty writing . REBLOGS AND COMMENTS ARE APPRECIATED

Tech singing “I need a hero” when drunk 😌

Hunter and Crosshair drunk dueting Livin’ La Vida Loca.

Tech: *gets injured*

Y/N suddenly becoming a Medic:

The Beginning of Something

𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙

Tech x F!Reader

word count: 2000 words.

Warnings: One shot inspired by this post by @whoneedsname501 where reader spontaneously kisses them on the helmet. Fluff galore. First kiss. Brothers are big teases. Friends to lovers, minor mentions of injuries and medical talk.

Masterlist

Tech Works

𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙

It was all a blur.

Your heart was in your throat, the taste of iron on your tongue as you felt the building around you begin to rumble and break away.

The shouts of the others become dim in your ears and it’s almost as if your feet are frozen to the ground as brickwork begins to tumble down.

You see a shadow in the corner of your eyes, everything seems to go so slow and you don't even grasp reality at all when a strong force has tackled you to the ground and out of harm’s way.

As soon as your body collides with the ground, everything resumes. Ear shattering sounds of the rubble clashing with the ground erupts around you and you hold your breath and close your eyes as a gust of dust flies in your direction.

After a minute, there’s silence and the dust settles.

Kriff, you almost died! You curse at yourself for the stupidity of not running away from the building collapsing in front of you but then your mind wanders to what saved you… or better yet, who saved you.

You didn’t realise you had a pair of hands around your waist until you glanced down and you gaze over your shoulder to see Tech in view, breathing heavily and clutching the right side of his arm.

“Tech!” You squeak, shifting onto your knees quickly and turning your full body round to face him. As he grunts in response, he also gets onto his knees and flips his visor down and scans you completely.

“Your vitals appear fine, a slight concussion could occur if you suffer a slight knock to the head but overall nothing at all to be concerned about at this moment.” He speaks so casually as if he didn’t bolt straight to you, wrap you in his arms and throws you both into cover from a falling building. “Maybe some dust on the lungs but nothing that could cause us harm.”

“What about you? You’re holding your arm.” You’re panicking a little, hoping he had not sincerely harmed himself because of you.

He smiles a little at your concern but at the moment, you are his priority.

“Just a flesh wound.” He waves it off, giving you a last thorough scan over but you were still a little worried about his own injuries.

“Tech,” you breathe shakily, clasping onto each side of his helmet, “you just saved my life.”

He blinks, flipping his visor back up and nods slowly. “Well of course. You had a survival chance of 93% so really, you were about to die. I would be a terrible soldier if I saw someone in trouble and did not interfere.” He tries to control his breathing but it was hard when you were so close and practically holding onto his head. “And you are my… friend as well as colleague.” He says whilst clearing his throat somewhat awkwardly.

“You could’ve died, Tech.”

“As could you.” He points out.

There was a slight shift in the air as you stared at him and you could curse the design of his helmet because it was hard not to get lost in his bright eyes. Whether it be because of the thrill of the moment or because you could have knocked your head during this mission, you were not thinking straight when you leaned forward and placed a kiss right where the black strip of his helmet was - just where his lips would have been if it weren’t for the armour.

Whilst your eyes were closed, his shot wide open at the gesture. Sure, it wasn’t a proper kiss but it was as close to a kiss than he ever would get.

It only lasted a few seconds until you pulled away, cheeks flaming red but luckily the dust cloud managed to paint your face to hide it.

He’s speechless, for the first time in a long time. He was lucky he was sitting on his knees because he was sure he would have collapsed into a puddle at the gesture if he were standing. You couldn’t see but his lips were moving behind his helmet but no words were coming out. There was a rapid beeping suddenly and frantically he hit the side of his arm because there was no chance he was willing to admit that it was his heart rate telling him it was going through the roof.

“Thanks again, Tech.” You say softly, unsure what to make of his silence but you find yourself raising to your feet and turn around but stumble a little to see a sea of eyes staring at you both, all with smirks on their silly faces.

“You alright missy?” Crosshair smirked at you and you knew that they all saw what you just did to Tech. Oddly enough, yoh felt as though they were more shocked by you ‘kissing’ Tech rather than the building that collapsed around the pair of you

“Just dandy. Nothing like a building nearly falling on me to end the day.” You try to laugh it off, hoping they wouldn’t say anything but of course, Wrecker had to open his mouth.

“Did you two just kiss?!”

𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙

One rotation passed and you felt a horrible feeling in your gut that Tech was ignoring you. Whenever you entered a room he would make an excuse to leave or whenever you would have the courage to ask him if he wanted any help he would dismiss you. He never dismissed your help.

Yourself and Hunter were in the cockpit when you both heard some loud clanging followed by faint swears. Hunter and yourself looked at eavhother just thinking it was Crosshair and Wrecker fighting but after going to investigate you saw Tech doubled over in pain and once again, clutching his arm.

“Tech?” You say aloud, marching to him quickly and resting a gentle hand on his back for support. “What’s wrong?”

Tech felt quite dizzy which he had been for the last few hours but just now, he had bumped into one of the chairs and dropped his devices to the ground. As a result, it was followed by his arm aching terribly. “I… I am not too sure.” He sighs miserably so you put your medical mind to the forefront and roll up his sleeve to see a very nasty infection spreading on his arm.

You quickly tell Hunter to come look and he winces at the sight for Tech. “You have a nasty infection there.”

“Let me take care of it.” You heard no fuss from Hunter but Tech was about to raise a finger and was instantly shut back down by Hunter before he even opened his mouth. “Let her help you Tech.”

Awkwardly and clumsily, he let you escort him towards the bunks where you could fully assess him. He was a little reluctant but he trusted you enough to get the job done.

You instruct him to sit on the edge of your bed and as he does, he watches you with soft eyes as you rush around to grab the resources you need before settling beside. “Hmm, looks like some debris has cut you and got infected. Does it feel warm?”

“Yes, I suppose it does.” He craned his neck from side to side as he tries to keep a steady breath. One, it’s because you were close to him once again and two, he didn’t want to faint in front of you.

You gently apply a spray, apologising as you hear him wince. “Sorry, I should have given you a warning.” You say sheepishly, looking up at him as he watches your fingers work their magic.

Hoarsely, he replies, “Do not fret. Only a little sting on a small cut.”

“Yeah well that ‘small cut’ could have been a lot better if you had spoken up.” You discipline him with a shake of your head, gently cleaning him up before putting a medpatch over it followed by a requested stim.

Tech feels the stim settle in his body and he feels more relaxed and no longer dizzy. He watches you pack your stuff away and he stands, placing his hands behind his back and clears his throat. “I appreciate your help. Are you aware of the consequences if I had let that cut worse or had it gone unnoticed?”

You couldn’t help but smile as he tried to quiz you, feeling that he was no longer feeling awkward around you and instead felt the need to test your knowledge. “Well, it could’ve led to a much more serious infection such as sepsis or tetanus depending if you’ve had the vaccine when you were younger-.”

“Of course I have had it.”

Finally you turn to face him again. “All in all if you had let it fester you could have died.”

Tech smiles a little. Not at the fact that he could have died but that in just one day he had saved your life and you could well have saved his. “I appreciate the help, cyar’ika.”

This time he saw the blush rise on your cheeks and you just had to look away. The others had called you this before, endearingly of course but there was something so different about the way that Tech said it that made you feel as light as a feather. “No problem Tech.”

He goes to leave but once in the doorway he pauses, foot tapping away on the floor as he contemplates his next set of choices. You had not noticed him stop but you jumped a little as he suddenly spoke, “I would like to show you my appreciation in actions rather than mere words… if you would allow me to do that.”

Your heart races and your hands suddenly got very sweaty. “What kind of action?” You question though you had a sneaky feeling, a hopeful sneaky feeling you knew where this was going.

He steps closer to you, not estimating his steps but you don’t move an inch. “I’d like to,” he swallows nervously but mentally shakes his mind to tell him to spit it out, “I would very much like to kiss you just as you did with me….you could have saved my life.”

Again, your face burns a red the same as their armour and you chew on your lower lip in anticipation. “But, I’m not wearing a helmet?”

There was almost a smug look in his eyes despite how his hands began to shake as they slowly came up and were placed on either side of your face, very gently caressing it. “I would much prefer neither of us wear one this time.”

His words were almost a whisper and judging by the chills on your arms and the way you practically melted into his touch, you were welcoming to his request.

He leans down and softly kisses you with such tenderness that you had to place your hands on the table behind you to stop you from slipping out of his grasp and onto the floor.

You could feel his nerves but as you reciprocated those nerves soon dwindled once he felt your lips slowly find rhythm against one another as you both were willing to give what each other wanted. His thumbs stroke against your cheek and you’re breathing so softly into him that you never wanted it to end.

Eventually, you pulled back but only a little and gave him a dazed smile. “That was lovely, thank you.” Your hands find their way to his wrists, pulling his hands away from your face and instead gesture for him to entwine your fingers with his and he does.

“You’re very welcome. Although I have to say that I would not mind us doing that again soon.” He gushed, tips of his ears red.

“Oh yeah? How soon is soon?” You can’t help but flirt, inching your face back towards him and he instantly picks up on your suggestive tone and smirks a little himself.

“I estimate in around 2.67 seconds.” He lures you back in and only brushes his lips back to yours until… Wrecker.

“Why do you guys keep kissing?!”

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Masterlist

Tech Works

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Fondness

Pairings: Clone Trooper Veteran Tai (from Kenobi) x f!Reader

Warnings: Tai has PTSD flashbacks, mutual pining, awkward tension

Notes: I think this chapter will be a much better one just because I finally watched TCW. Shout out to Rex, who got way more mentions than I had planned but that's okay because I love him.

In all his years, after all the shit he's been through, he never imagined anything quite like this. He never imagined kindness quite like this. But then again, Tai had never met anyone like you before either. This realization doesn't keep his head from spinning, though, because now he's in your space, standing awkwardly in the entrance to the shithole you and a hundred other people call home. White walls stained beige with age, a floor that creaks every time you shift or step, windows that allow a disheartening view of the neighboring building and little else. It's crummy and probably falling apart, but it's better than anything he's had in at least seven years. He's not complaining.

"Sorry for the mess," you say a little shyly as you start bustling about the place, picking up trash and discarded clothes and wholly avoiding his eyes. "I don't really have people over."

Better than the dumpster I've been sleeping under, he wants to say. But that would be rude. And he knows you're trying to be polite, trying to put your best foot forward, and he appreciates it. And you. Definitely you.

"I don't have an extra room or a bed or anything, but I have a couch. And lots of blankets and pillows." You're going through a cupboard in the hall now. "I can turn the air on. Or the heat. I dunno what you prefer, but we can make it work." And something grabs Tai by the heart and refuses to let go because there's that 'we' again. The one that makes his chest feel tight. "Whatever you need to be comfortable."

He blinks and you're standing in front of him, eyes big and wide and shining in the sliver of light coming over his shoulder from the window. The two of you are caught for a moment in the gentle electricity humming between you. It's cautious and unsure, a little reserved and a little exciting, like you shouldn't be opening up your home to him and he shouldn't have accepted, like he shouldn't even be here. It registers vaguely in the back of the head that he's probably right. You don't know him, not really, and he doesn't really know you, no matter how much he pretends he does. And he's old enough now to be finding gray in his beard and at his temples. So what the hell is he doing here, what is he doing with you, the sweetest thing he's ever encountered? He feels like a creep.

But all of that passes when you smile. It wipes his mind clean. You turn to drop the sheets on the arm of the sofa, start unfolding them and throwing them over the cushions.

"I can-"

"I got it," you counter before he can even stop you. "I don't mind. You can make yourself at home, Tai. Get a drink, take a shower, whatever you want."

It takes him more breaths than he'd care to admit for his brain to catch up to his ears and his heart. He's so kriffing nervous here, taking up precious space in your home, tracking the grime of the city into your floor, and he knows that this is a gift that can be taken back. He's earned this privilege and he can lose it in a blink. So he decides to let you do this for him, just this once, if only to give himself some space and time to clear his head.

The bathroom is fucking tiny. The walls are crowding in on him before he even closes the door. The mirror is dirty with water spatters and steam streaks, the counter a little dusty in the corners, but you're everywhere in here - from the vase and fake flowers to the spread of cutely labeled products and the carpeted mat under his feet. Which reminds him to take his shoes off, which then prompts him to shuck off his armor and let his body breathe.

The man staring back at him in the mirror is both familiar and a stranger. He remembers that jawline looking sharper at one point, his skin smoother and firmer, but he also remembers the day he got the scar on his chin. He remembers the last day he saw Rex, remembers a string of images that make him want to pluck his eyes out just to quiet the way padawan blood screamed at him from the ground, remembers the day the Empire replaced him with a faceless, unfeeling Stormtrooper, remembers the first time he held out his helmet and begged for scraps. And before he even realizes it, he's stepping into the shower and basking in the shivering cold of the water. Maybe it'll wash away the black marks on his soul he's earned over the years. He can hope, at least.

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Tai feels more levelheaded when he gets out of the shower. He doesn't look at the mirror. He does, however, notice a slip of paper half stuck to the floor with the residual steam and his heart does a weird little flip when he reads it. There is indeed a stack of clothes and a crate for his armor just outside the door. He can tell with just a look that the sweatpants won't fit him, but the shirt, a striped and faded mess of cotton wearing thin at the bottom seam, fits well enough and he makes a point of not noticing how it smells like you.

The sofa is made up like a bed in a palace, or as close as you can manage. The sheets are threadbare but soft, lightly scented with citrus, and he swears there's half a dozen pillows piled up in the corner. You've left out a glass of water and lit a candle, too.

He doesn't let himself cry until he double checks that you are in your room with your door closed. How has he deserved this? He's fallen so far. He was once a proud soldier of the Republic. Now the Republic is dead and so are most of his brothers. He doesn't even know if there are any left. What would they say if they could see him now, living on the streets of an empty, soulless planet, huddled in some civilian's apartment like a rat? It's embarrassing, shameful. Rex would have his head for this, surely- except... Except he knows that's not quite true. He knows that Rex, soldier though he was, would never have judged him. Rex would have tried to help him.

He looks down the hallway where a sliver of light shines out from beneath your door and he almost dares to smile. Rex would have liked you, he thinks.

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One night turns into two. You're not used to having anyone in your space quite like this, certainly not a man, so it's awkward. You keep having to remind yourself not to leave your more feminine products out in the open where it might startle him. And even though you have no reason to believe Tai would ever be in your room, you make sure to hide your personal effects in there too. Just in case. Best not to give him the wrong idea. But it's okay, it works, the two of you.

Two nights turn into a week. Tai's efforts to leave the following morning are growing weaker every day and your requests for him to stay become more and more persuasive. You know it would be best for him to go, more logical, safer even. But you feel safer having him around.

And maybe, just maybe some selfish part of you wishes he would never have to leave. You choose not to delve into the reason why.

A week becomes a month and you come home from work one evening to find Tai passed out on the sofa, snoring away as usual. It sucks that your schedules are so opposite with him heading off to work right after you get home, but sometimes it's not so bad. Sometimes you come home early and you get to see him like this. The stress and age and trauma doesn't weigh so heavily on his face when he sleeps.

You're grabbing a drink when you notice the pile of credits dropped onto the kitchen counter. It's not very much, but it's also not yours. Your eyes flicker in Tai's direction. Is this his monthly pay? Being a janitor in a dankhole like this place ought to pay more. He also needs a better place to put his money than on the counter, he'll end up losing some that way. You briefly wonder if he needs a wallet and if maybe you should get him one before you snap yourself out of it.

He's a grown man, you tell yourself, he can get his own damn wallet. You're not his mother. And if you'd been caught saying that out loud you might have sounded furious, but the only anger you can feel is directed solely at yourself. Because you're letting yourself fall too deep and too fast for a man who is still a stranger in many ways.

You shake your head and take your things with you into your room, careful to close the door as quietly as you can manage. You don't want to wake him, but you also don't want to face him. Not now. Not with the too many thoughts buzzing around in your brain. Not when you're realizing just how much you think you might love him.

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" 's for you, y'know," he gruffs the following afternoon.

You look up from the stove, over your shoulder, and frown. "Huh?"

He nods his head at the pile of credits that still haven't moved. "For rent."

The galaxy spins around you for a moment. He took money out of his probably terribly paying job to help you with rent? Seriously?

You stumble over your own mouth while your brain plays catch up. "Tai... You didn't have to do that."

He shrugs and doesn't look at you. "Figured I used enough hot water to warrant a bill."

His smile is faint, but you can still see the outline of it. You wish he'd smile more. He looks so pretty when he smiles. And then you wonder what he thinks of your smile, if he even thinks of it at all. Does Tai think of you the way you think of him?

"Saw an apartment opening up downtown." His voice slices through your thoughts violently enough to completely shatter them. Your entire body feels like it's been dunked in ice water. "Thought I might have a look."

He wants to leave? Ice cold panic grips you by the base of your spine as you start cataloging through the last few days, trying to find any moment, any second glance that he could have interpreted wrongly. Because why else would he want to leave when you've tried so hard to make your home welcoming to him?

"Don't want to overstay my welcome."

And your anxiety calms a hair. Okay, so maybe you were jumping to conclusions for a second there.

You rest your hip against the cupboard. "You could never. You haven't." You glance back at your food as if it'll protect you from your own heart. "You can... You can stay here as long as you want to, Tai. Or as short as you want. Whatever you want. But you'll never wear out your welcome."

Well, that's about as close to a confession as you can safely get. Not that you were trying to confess anything, not that you have anything to confess. Even though you know that's a kriffing lie.

The kitchen goes stale with your shared silence. The wheels in Tai's head are turning so fiercely that you can hear them working. You're sure he can hear your heartbeat by now. Thank the Maker he can't hear your thoughts. And then-

"There's a bar by the market. I think it's called Spice. Have you ever been?"

You blink through your confusion. "I don't think so."

You blink again and suddenly Tai is standing, coming around to your side of the kitchen until he's all you can see. There's that blaster shot right through your chest again because he's closer now than he's been the past month. He smells faintly like your shampoo and his own natural musk and dank farrik, that's just not fair.

"Come with me tonight? Do you have work?"

"No. Yes. I mean-." You're so breathless, you can't get your words out in the right order. You laugh and have to turn your head to avoid the intensity of his gaze in order to focus. "I mean, no, I don't have work, yes, I'd love to go with you."

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It's strange to be handing over credits in exchange for liquor. The GAR never paid their troopers and neither did the Empire, so the only alcohol he ever got his hands on was the free crap 79's handed out. Not that this place offers anything better, but this time he can actually pay for it with credits he's earned himself. And he can buy some for you, too.

The speakers are playing some upbeat, young person tune he's never heard before and the lights are flashing 50 different shades of neon across your face. It hurts his eyes a little and it's another reminder that he's not the young clone he once was and this isn't 79's. He's not on Coruscant anymore, Fives isn't chatting up some attractive civvy just around the corner, Jesse and Tup aren't hurling their guts out in the bathroom, Rex isn't nursing a drink in a corner booth. It's just him. In a dive bar on Daiyu. He's a janitor. He's homeless. And you're here with him, brightening up the space around you with just a smile and that tipsy twinkle in your eyes. It hurts, but it's manageable. Entirely because of you.

You down your third drink of the night with a giggle and a burp, turning on your bar stool so you're facing him properly with your knees splayed. They frame his legs just right. Tai pretends this one simple movement doesn't light a raging fire in the pit of his stomach. He tells himself it's the alcohol sending heat through his veins. Definitely not because you're fluttering your eyelashes at him. Because he's not the young man he used to be. He's a dirty old man. He's lucky just to be allowed to bask in your presence. He's lucky you haven't figured out he has it bad for you and that you haven't kicked him out as a result. You're just drunk, he tells himself. He's drunk too. That's all it is.

That's all it is until it's suddenly so much more. "Come on!" you exclaim with a smile that could hang the stars in the sky. You're tugging him out onto the dance floor, you're holding his hands, you're kriffing touching him like it's the most normal thing you could be doing. And Maker, he'd go anywhere you asked, do anything you wanted if you looked at him like that. "Dance with me!" you shout over the music, shuffling yourself even closer to make sure he can hear you.

He's shaking his head like an idiot, arms withdrawn and poised mid-air. "No, I can't-"

"Dance with me, Tai." You look up at him through your lashes and smile a smile he doesn't think he's ever seen on you. "I want to dance with you."

He swallows. Hard. "You're drunk."

"So?"

"So." Quick, trooper, think of something! "You wouldn't be asking me if you were sober."

"That's just 'cause I'm shy," you laugh and your hand runs up his arm to his shoulder. A shudder runs through him at your touch. "I wouldn't ask you if I was sober, but I'd still want to. So dance with me."

Your hand presses against his cheek right where his scruff is growing in and his eyes slip shut for the briefest of moments. He's not at 79's, he's not young anymore, but for this one moment he can pretend that doesn't matter. He can pretend that this night is everything he wants it to be. So he takes you in his arms like he's the confident young trooper he was so many years ago and he dances with you to music he's never heard before. And he lets himself love you, even if just for the night.

@kaminocasey you never fail! This was so well written <3 Thank You for all your hard work and taking time to write for us outside of work , family, and more

Hello Casey,

I hope I make it in time 🥹 Can I request TBB ECHO with 13?

I think it would be cute if reader is jealous of Trace Martez (what if Rafa is trying to help her sister out with asking Echo out on a date but they don’t know he is in a relationship).

Reader knows them due to their connection with Rex and overheard Rafa hyping up Trace. Reader is slightly frustrated/jealous but doesn’t confront them because Trace is truly nervous.

I don’t know much beyond that 😭 sorry I’m specific - I just don’t think I’m a writer so I would prefer seeing your written work 🙂

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Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI; Jealousy WC: 500

You really didn’t mean to eavesdrop, but Rafa Martez isn’t exactly the quietest person you’ve met. In fact, she’s probably the loudest person you’ve ever met. And you share a space with Wrecker. 

You liked her sister, Trace, though. Trace was funny, smart, kind… Which is why it sucks that you’re so frustrated with her right now.

“He likes you, Trace. I’m sure of it.” You hear Rafa hype Trace up about someone as you pass by her room. “You should go for it.”

Who is she talking about? Maybe Tech? Tech was sort of friendlier than usual with Trace. He could like her. She should go for him. 

You shouldn’t be listening though, this isn’t your business, you think to yourself as you start to walk away. 

“Echo doesn’t like me like that.” Trace chuckles. 

Echo? You stop again and your heart lurches into your stomach. Then, your face goes hot with… embarrassment? Frustration? 

Jealousy… Echo is yours. Like you’re his. 

You can’t be mad at Trace, though. She doesn’t know.

“I saw him checking you out.” Rafa tells Trace.

“You did not.” Trace replies.

She better have not seen Echo checking Trace out. He was probably being nice. Or maybe she said something strange and Echo made a face? Echo is probably the most facially expressive person you know. 

“I’m telling you, you should go for it. He’ll say yes. How could he not?” Rafa encourages her sister, kindly.

It’s not fair that she feels this way about your riduur. But, you can’t be mad because you and Echo don’t openly express a public display of affection toward each other. 

Should you say something? You don’t really want to embarrass Trace. In fact, if you think about it, you know Echo will let her down gently and then you can move past it. You’re just glad you can work past the jealous feeling.

Later that evening, after everyone resides in their rooms, you and Echo stay up in the cockpit. 

“I need to tell you something.” Echo tells you, almost cautiously.

“What?” You ask, even though you already know.

“Trace asked me to get food after the mission… When we land planetside again.” He tells you, honestly. 

You turn to face him. “And?”

“I told her no, that you and I were together.” He squeezes your hand, leaning toward you.

You can’t help but smile at him, cupping his face. “I love you.” 

He tilts his head in confusion. “I love you too?” 

“What, did you think I’d be jealous or something?” You ask him, quirking an eyebrow.

He shrugs. “I’m not sure… I’ve never seen you jealous.”

“Well, I’m not jealous… You’re just… mine. And I know it.” You grin. “That’s right. I am yours. And you’re mine.” He pulls you to him so that he can kiss you, gently, a reminder that you belong to each other and always will.

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