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I have a request! Works been rough lately, can I get a fem reader/Crosshair with “let me distract you” when he visits her during a tough shift? Love your work, thank you!

-dumfanting

The Perfect Distraction*** 🌊

🫧 Pairings: Crosshair X Female!Reader

word count: 2.6k

Prompts:

• “Let me distract you.”

Plot: When work is non-stop, you feel yourself overwhelmed and in need of a break. Luckily for you, your other half came at the right time.

Authors note: sorry that work has been tough lately @dumfanting 🩵 hopefully things have gotten better. If not, here’s some soft Crosshair to make your day better. (Sorry for the wait)

warnings: NSFW, 18+ only. Explicit Sexual Content and Language. Female Reader, Work Stress, Light Angst, Established Relationship, Massage, Soft Smut, Vaginal Sex, Cunnilingus, Aftercare, Comfort, Kissing, Neck Kissing and Sucking.

A neon sign by the door flickers, glowing with a dim "OPEN" that buzzes faintly in the background. It’s barely holding on, much like you are at this point.

Your shop that you owned for a few years is - to be blunt - a mess. A current maze of half-disassembled speeders and crates of mismatched parts, with wires and hydro spanners scattered across every available surface. The usual hum of machinery sounded through the space, barely masking your own frustrated grunts as you try to wrangle yet another malfunctioning power converter back into shape. But no matter how hard you work, it feels like the pile of jobs only grows larger, while your supply of critical parts dwindles.

Then, you hear the familiar irritating buzz of the door, followed by heavy footsteps. You grit your teeth, already bracing yourself for what’s coming.

A burly customer storms in, his face flushed with anger. “This is ridiculous!” he snaps. “You said my speeder would be ready days ago! What kind of operation are you running here? I’ve been waiting long enough!” He throws his arms up in frustration, knocking over a pile of circuit boards in the process.

You open your mouth to respond, trying to keep your tone steady despite the stress bubbling under the surface. “Look, I’ve got a shortage of parts. I’m doing everything I can—”

He cuts you off, voice rising. “I don’t want excuses! You’re supposed to be a mechanic, not some scrap peddler! If you can’t get it done, I’ll take it somewhere that can.”

Before you can get another word in, a cold, measured voice slices through the tension. “I think you’ve said enough.”

The customer whips around to see Crosshair leaning against the wall, twirling a familiar toothpick between his lips. But there’s nothing casual about the deadly look in his eyes. He straightens up, moving to stand between you and the customer, his hand resting near his blaster as if daring the guy to push his luck. “Back off and leave the lady alone,” he snarls, tone voice dipped with venom as he flicks the pick at the customer's chest.

Their bravado is quick to vanish. He stammers, trying to recover some of his bluster, but it’s clear he’s rattled. “I—I just want my speeder fixed…” He takes a step back, bumping into a tool cart and nearly knocking it over in his haste to retreat.

“Then take it somewhere else,” Crosshair replies coolly, his eyes never leaving the man. The customer mutters something under his breath and stumbles out of the shop.

For a moment, all you can do is exhale, letting the tension drain from your shoulders. You shoot Crosshair a look—half-irritation, half-gratitude. “Well, there goes another job. Not that I’m upset about it,” you mutter, rubbing your temple. “But still, I don’t need to be losing more credits.”

Crosshair simply shrugs, clearly unconcerned. “Credits won’t matter much if you’re burnt out.”

You huff, feeling the exhaustion catch up to you. “Burnt out is putting it lightly. It’s been one thing after another all day. Parts shortages, broken motivators, customers demanding miracles. I’m running myself crazy, and no one seems to care that I can’t fix what I don’t have.” Your voice wavers slightly as the frustration spills over. “I’m one person, Crosshair. I can’t keep this up.”

He listens quietly, his sharp gaze softening as he takes in the stress etched on your face. Without a word, he steps over to the door and flips the neon “OPEN” sign to “CLOSED.”

When he turns back to you, he’s closer now, his tone gentler. “What can I do?”

You look up at him, feeling a lump in your throat at the kindness in his voice. Before you can answer, he pulls you into his arms, wrapping you in a secure embrace. You really needed this.

The warmth of him, combined with the rare tenderness in the way he holds you, makes your chest tighten with relief. You let yourself sink into him, closing your eyes as you take in the steady rhythm of his breathing. For a moment, the clutter of the shop and the never-ending to-do list fades into the background.

“Just this,” you whisper, feeling the weight of the day lift ever so slightly. “This is enough.”

Crosshair’s hand moves in slow circles on your back, offering a silent comfort that says more than words could. His eyes then move toward your cluttered office tucked in the back of the shop. “Why don’t we head to your office? You could use a break.”

You nod, feeling a wave of fatigue wash over you. The office is far from tidy—tools, spare parts, and datapads are scattered all over—but there’s a worn couch in the corner that’s always offered a bit of comfort when you need a breather. Crosshair leads the way, and you follow.

You sigh heavily as you begin pacing in your cluttered office, not being able to help but continue venting your frustrations. “It’s like everything’s falling apart at once. Staff keep canceling their shifts, leaving me to pick up the slack. I’m drowning in work with no one to help, and my orders for parts are delayed again! I can’t catch a break, and I’m starting to think I’ll never dig myself out of this mess.”

Crosshair moves towards the couch, slouching back in his usual relaxed manner and his sharp eyes follow your every move. He doesn’t interrupt, just lets you get it all out. When you finally pause to catch your breath, he speaks, his voice calm and steady. “Come here.”

You look at him, still frazzled, but the calm assurance in his tone pulls you toward him. You sit beside him, and he wastes no time, guiding you against his chest as he wraps his arm around you. You lean your head back against his shoulder, trying to let go of the day’s weight.

Crosshair’s fingers trail lightly along your arm, his presence grounding you. He leans in close, his breath warm against your ear as he murmurs, “Let me distract you.”

You hum softly in response, your lips curling into a faint smile at the suggestion. “You think you can really take my mind off all this?” you ask. Oh you definitely know he can.

Instead of answering, he starts massaging your shoulders, his touch firm and soothing. His skilled hands work out the tension, moving slowly, melting away the stress you’ve been carrying. As his fingers glide over your muscles, your body begins to relax, the tension easing with every pass. His thumbs press into the knots with just the right amount of pressure, and you let out a quiet, contented sigh.

“See?” he murmurs against your neck, “You’re already feeling better.”

His hands continue their path down your back, trailing lower before slipping back up along your sides. His touch is tender, coaxing you into a calm state that contrasts with his usual intensity. Crosshair is rarely gentle, but right now, it’s exactly what you need.

The atmosphere shifts, the tension turning into something else entirely. He pauses, and you feel his lips brush the shell of your ear as he whispers, “Is this how you wanted to be distracted?”

The teasing lilt in his voice makes you bite your lip, your pulse quickening. “Maybe… but I think you know what I really need,” you reply, your voice breathy as your desire begins to build.

Crosshair chuckles, clearly pleased with your response. His hands drift lower, sliding over your hips and down your thighs before slipping back up. You feel his fingers hook into the waistband of your pants, tugging them down just enough to grant him access. Your breath hitches as his hand dips beneath the fabric of your dampened panties, his fingers brushing against your already slick folds.

“Is this what you had in mind?” he asks, his voice a low rumble against your ear as he begins to tease you, his touch feather-light and maddeningly slow.

A quiet whimper escapes you as his fingers trace gentle circles over your clit, his touch skilled and precise. “Crosshair…” you breathe, a plea hidden in your tone.

He smirks against your neck, enjoying the way you’re beginning to unravel in his arms. “I thought you needed a distraction,” he murmurs, sliding a finger inside you, teasingly slow. He works you with agonising precision, each movement calculated to draw out your need.

You arch against him, gasping softly as his fingers press deeper, his thumb maintaining a steady rhythm against your clit. “This what you wanted?” he taunts, slowly adding a finger inside you, curling them just right and hitting that perfect spot.

Your body answers for you, a shuddering moan escaping your lips as you grip his arm, your hips moving in time with his touch. The stress, the tension, everything melts away under his skilled hands, leaving only the building pleasure that threatens to tip you over the edge.

Crosshair’s free hand wraps around your waist, holding you steady as he continues to work you with an almost unbearable precision. “Let it go,” he murmurs against your neck, his voice velvet and commanding all at once.

And you do, falling apart in his arms. The pleasure crashes over you in waves as his fingers carry you through your release. He doesn’t stop until you’re trembling, spent and breathless against him.

For a moment, the world narrows down to just the sound of your breathing and the warmth of his arms around you. Eventually, Crosshair withdraws his hand, holding you close as you come down from the high, pressing a tender kiss to your temple.

“Feeling better?” he asks, his voice smug but laced with genuine concern.

You manage a tired, satisfied smile, still basking in the afterglow. “A little, yeah,” you whisper, sinking deeper into his embrace.

“Only a little?” He asks with a raised brow. He shifts positions, taking your waist and gently lifting and then laying you flat across the couch, crawling over the top of you. “That’s not good enough, is it?” His breath is warm against your skin, his eyes darting from your eyes to your lips.

You find yourself grinning, completely obsessed with your boyfriend. “I suppose it isn’t,” you gasp the second the words leave your lips, his mouth on yours with a tender, slow and sensual kiss.

“Let’s fix that,” Crosshair’s lips press a final kiss to your neck before he slides lower, his gaze never leaving yours as he settles between your legs. You’re already breathless, anticipation tingling through your veins. His movements are deliberate but unhurried, as if savoring the effect he has on you.

He hooks a finger around the side of your panties, pulling them aside with a casual ease that sends a shiver up your spine. His eyes darken as he takes in the sight of you, his usual sharp demeanor softened by the affection in his gaze.

“Relax,” he murmurs, his voice a low rasp as he leans in closer. The word is both a command and a promise. Then, without breaking eye contact, he dips his head, his lips brushing your inner thigh before his mouth finds exactly where you need him.

His touch is slow, precise, completely different from his usual rough and demanding approach. The contrast sends waves of pleasure through you, and you can’t help but melt into the couch, your body responding eagerly to his attention. He takes his time, his tongue moving in smooth, deliberate strokes that drive you wild while keeping you tethered.

You gasp softly, arching into his touch, your fingers tangling in his hair as he continues to work you with a patience that’s almost agonising. “So, beautiful.” He moans into your clit.

He seems completely focused on drawing out every bit of tension, coaxing your pleasure higher and higher with each careful movement. Every kiss, every flick of his tongue is calculated, designed to make you feel like you’re the center of his world.

Unable to resist the pull, you reach for the hem of your top and tug it off, tossing it aside. Crosshair doesn’t miss a beat—his hands are quick to slide up your torso, fingers grazing your sensitive skin as he cups your breasts. His thumbs brush over your nipples, sending electric sparks of pleasure through you as his mouth continues its unhurried rhythm below.

You moan his name, your voice laced with both need and admiration. He hums against you in response, the vibration adding another layer of sensation that has you clutching the couch cushions, completely lost in the pleasure he’s giving you.

After what feels like an eternity of bliss, he finally shifts, moving back up your body with slow, languid kisses, each one lingering as if he’s savoring your taste. He presses his lips to yours, letting you taste yourself on his tongue before he whispers against your mouth, “I told you, I’m not done yet.”

Your breath hitches as he pulls back just enough to reach down and free himself. He takes his time, positioning himself between your legs, his hands sliding up your thighs to hold you steady as he aligns himself with you. But before he moves, he locks eyes with you, his gaze filled with an intensity that makes your heart race.

“I’m going to take all that tension away,” he promises, his voice rough with desire, but there’s a softness there too—a genuine care that makes you feel cherished, not just desired. “Just let me take care of you.”

As he slowly enters you, every inch deliberate and controlled, you feel the world narrow down to just this moment—the warmth of his body, the steady rhythm of his breathing, and the way he fills you completely. His movements are slow but powerful, every thrust purposeful, designed to make you feel every bit of him. It’s intimate, soothing, and completely overwhelming in the best way.

He keeps whispering soft praises, his voice a rough murmur in your ear. “That’s it… just like that… you’re doing so good for me.” His hands roam your body, caressing your skin as if he’s grounding you in the here and now, making sure you stay connected and completely focused on him.

His pace is steady, as if he has all the time in the galaxy to show you exactly how much he cares. The dirty talk flows naturally, his words laced with affection. “You’re perfect like this… so beautiful when you let go.”

The way he moves, the way he speaks—it’s all meant to draw you further into this shared moment, making you forget about the stress and exhaustion from earlier. The tension in your muscles, the weight on your mind, all dissolve under the weight of his attention.

As the pleasure builds, you can feel yourself falling apart in the best way, and he’s right there with you, guiding you through it with whispered reassurances and gentle touches. When you finally reach your peak, he’s watching you with a look that’s both possessive and full of awe, like he’s proud of how you’ve given yourself over to him completely.

“C—Crosshair…mmm, I’m goin’ to cum.” You rasp, your back arching into him as stars begin to blur your vision.

He doesn’t stop until you do. Letting you ride out your orgasm on his cock until you’re fully sated. He reaches his own high, panting your name softly before he pulls out and spurts his velvet white seed all over your stomach and breasts.

As your body relaxes and becomes loose in his embrace, he leans over you and places a tender kiss to your lips as he holds you close, letting you bask in the aftermath.

When you finally catch your breath, he gives you that familiar smirk, his voice filled with smug satisfaction. “Now… how’s that for taking the tension away?”

You can’t help but laugh softly, feeling lighter than you have in days. “More than enough,” you whisper, still wrapped in his arms, grateful for the way he always knows exactly how to care for you.

That is the distraction you definitely needed today.

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I just love anything tension filled when it comes to Crosshair... then it ends with the admission of feelings. The same formula and I will consume 1000 times

Hi there, I've never done a request before, so fun! 🤗 Could you do angst/fluff (enemies to lovers) with fem reader and Crosshair? "What are you staring at?" / "You, is that a problem?" I'd love for the fem reader to give Cross a dose of his snark, so maybe she's the one saying "You, is that a problem?" Some snark to fluff would be wonderful. Thank you for all you do! ❤️

Under the Moon 🌊

🫧 pairings: Crosshair x Female!Reader

word count: 2k

prompts:

• “What are you staring at?” / “You, is that a problem?”

Crosshair didn’t like new people so naturally, he didn’t like you. Or did he? He can bark but you show him that you can certainly bite back.

warnings: Safe for Work, Enemies to Lovers, Kissing, Fluff, Mutual Pining, Bickering, Sassy Moments, Light Angst, Scar/Burn Insecurities, Female Reader.

authors note: sorry for the wait, hope this is okay @megmegalodondon 🫧

The Marauder buzzed with activity, each member of the squad engrossed in their routines. The hum of machinery and quiet murmur of voices filled the air. You were content assisting Tech when a burning sensation prickled on the side of your face, like the intensity of a laser sight. You didn’t need to turn to know who was staring.

Since joining the team, Crosshair’s disdain had been clear. From the moment of his return, he made it obvious he didn’t like you. The others mentioned he wasn’t fond of people in general, and new members who acted like they knew everything were especially irritating to him. Unfortunately, that was you to a tee. Your confidence and cleverness only seemed to amplify his irritation.

As you worked at the main console running diagnostics, you felt Crosshair’s gaze drilling into you. Stealing a glance, you shot him a look of annoyance, but his face remained an impassive mask, eyes like cold steel.

You muttered under your breath, turning back to your task, but his presence was an undeniable distraction. Despite his abrasive attitude, you couldn't ignore his striking looks—though you'd never admit it aloud. His chiseled jaw, the intensity in his eyes, the way his hands worked methodically over his rifle — it was all infuriatingly attractive. Sadly his snarky attitude was less than desirable.

“Can you keep the static to a minimum?” Crosshair’s sharp voice cut through the silence, jolting you from your thoughts. His brows were furrowed in irritation, lips a thin line.

You rolled your eyes, fingers pausing on the controls. “It’s called doing my job, Crosshair. Maybe you should try it sometime.”

He set his rifle down with a clatter and stood, his tall frame casting a long shadow over you and his eyes bore into you. “My job is to keep us safe, and I can’t do that if I can’t concentrate.”

“Oh, please. Like your concentration is ever that perfect,” you retorted, standing to meet his gaze. “Or maybe you’re just looking for an excuse to complain.”

His brown eyes darkened, a dangerous glint in them. “I don’t need excuses to point out incompetence.” He stepped closer, the tension between you thick.

“Incompetence? You—” Your retort was cut short by Omega’s innocent voice from her corner, breaking the charged atmosphere.

“Why do you two always fight? It’s like you actually like each other or something.”

Wrecker, lounging on a crate nearby, let out a booming laugh. “Yeah, it’s like a schoolyard crush! You both just need to admit it!”

Your face flushed with embarrassment, heat rising to your cheeks. “What? No! That’s ridiculous,” you spluttered, glaring at the two of them. “Crosshair would be the last guy in all the galaxy I’d ever get with.”

Crosshair crossed his arms, a smug smirk playing on his lips. “Feeling’s mutual.”

Tech glanced up from his datapad, adding his two credits. “Statistically, opposites do attract. It’s not entirely out of the question.”

You and Crosshair turned on him in unison. “Shut up, Tech!”

He raised an eyebrow, unfazed. “Charming. But that just proves my point.”

Your embarrassment deepened as the rest of the squad chuckled. “I’m done with this,” you muttered, turning on your heel and storming away from the others.

Omega’s voice trailed after you, “We were just teasing!”

The next day, you were tasked with scouting a base for Rex, determining the best points for a future infiltration. The dense jungle surrounded you, the air thick with humidity, leaves glistening with moisture and you’re still in a sour mood from yesterday which is only to worsen. As you navigated through the underbrush, Hunter’s voice cut through your thoughts.

“You and Crosshair will go ahead together. Maybe sort out your differences while you’re at it.” Clearly, yesterday’s bickering had reached his ears, and this was your punishment. Crosshair merely grunted, a typical response, and began moving ahead without waiting for you. Reluctantly, you followed.

The jungle was alive with the chirps and calls of unseen creatures, the air heavy with the scent of damp earth and foliage. At the coordinates, Crosshair suggested a lookout point, but you were less than convinced. “You’re out of your mind if you think that’s a good vantage point,” you stated, shooting him a stern look.

He raised an eyebrow, his face a mask of annoyance. “And where would you suggest, General?” he drawled, sarcasm dripping from every word.

You pointed to a higher spot, frustration evident in your voice. “There, we’ll have a better view of the perimeter.”

Crosshair crossed his arms, a mocking smile on his face. “That’s weak. We’ll be seen.”

Your face flushed with annoyance because this wasn’t the first time he disagreed with you, it was almost every single time.

“Or maybe you can’t handle the climb and that’s why you’re opting for the lower point?” You challenge.

His smirk faded slightly, and he took a deliberate step closer, invading your space. With a fluid motion, he removed his helmet, locking his intense eyes on you. “You’re new here, Kitten. Maybe you should learn to trust my judgment.” His voice low and testing.

Your heart pounded, and you could feel the heat radiating from him. “Trust your judgment?” You scoff, doing your best to ignore the petname he just gave you. “You’re so arrogant!” you retorted whilst also trying to ignore how his proximity affected you.

Crosshair leaned in even closer, his breath brushing against your face. “Arrogant? Or just right?” His gaze flicked down to your lips, lingering. “You should watch that pretty mouth of yours.” The air between you crackled with tension, and for a brief, electrifying moment, it seemed like he wanted to kiss you. Or maybe you wanted to kiss him.

But did he just call you pretty? Was he mocking you? Either way, you find yourself in a sudden daze as you’re hypnotised by his eyes. The realisation hits you hard, leaving you momentarily speechless and strangely drawn to him despite your better judgment.

His breath is warm, scented but breathing deadly silent. If you closed your eyes, you probably wouldn’t even assume he was mere inches from you but he was and it was consuming.

Before either of you could react, a blaster shot rang out, shattering the moment. “Cover’s blown,” Crosshair snapped, his voice yanking you both back to reality. He sprang into action, and you followed, the adrenaline overtaking your argument.

Maybe, it was best to leave the arguing for after the mission.

Later that night, the squad had returned to Pabu, the mission a success despite the rocky start you and Crosshair had caused by not paying attention.

The others were inside the Marauder, their laughter and chatter a comforting presence. The warm, humid air wrapped around you as you stepped outside, needing space to clear your head, especially to think about what had happened earlier with a certain Sniper.

The tropical night was alive with sounds—creatures chirping, leaves rustling in the gentle breeze, and the distant call of birds. You wandered down to the beach, the soft, damp sand cool beneath your bare feet. The waves lapped rhythmically at the shore, and the moon hung low in the sky, casting a silver path over the water.

As you walked along the shore, you noticed a lone figure lying on the beach. At first you panicked thinking someone was injured but upon closer inspection, silhouetted against the moonlit horizon, it was Crosshair.

He lay on his back, arms folded behind his head, staring up at the vast expanse of the night sky. His usually stern features seemed softer in the moonlight, lost in thought.

For a moment, you considered turning back, but something compelled you to approach him. The sand crunched softly beneath you feet you drew closer, stopping a few feet away. You don’t say anything at first and then end up doing something unexpected—you lay down beside him, your eyes tracing the same stars he was watching. Did he do this often?

Supposedly all the time he spent in a cell made stargazing a rare luxury.

The usual tension between you seemed to vanish in the night air. Crosshair remained silent, his face expressionless as you both lay there, the silence stretching out, surprisingly comfortable.

After a few minutes, you turned your head slightly, your hair brushing against the sand as you watched him. His profile was illuminated by the moonlight dancing; casting sharp shadows and highlighting the lines of his face.

Just like you had noticed him staring at you the day before, he sighed. “What are you staring at?” he asked, his voice low and rough, like gravel.

“You. Is that a problem?” you replied, tone challenging.

He shifted slightly, his eyes flicking towards you before returning to the sky. “Are you looking at my scar?”

“No,” you replied with a small frown, not realising that might be a sensitive topic for him. You had heard about how he got it, but it wasn't something you consciously noticed.

“Good. Look away,” he grumbled, but there was no real anger in his voice. Instead of arguing, you did as he asked, not wanting to make him uncomfortable.

After a few minutes, Crosshair sighed once more. “Tech was right.”

You turned your head, confusion knitting your brows together. “About what?”

His gaze remained fixed on the moon, his profile bathed in its soft light. “Sometimes, opposites do attract.”

You were taken aback, eyes widening and quite unsure of how to respond. “Really?”

He nodded slowly, the movement almost missable. “I secretly admire how you take my comments on the chin and aren’t afraid to speak your mind. It’s... admirable.” His voice was awkward, as if admitting his feelings was a foreign concept. His usual mask of indifference slipped slightly, revealing a hint of vulnerability.

Surprise washed over you. All this time, you had thought Crosshair hated you. His constant criticism, the way he always seemed to challenge you—it had all felt like disdain. But now, you realized it was his strange way of showing respect, of acknowledging your strength.

“You could’ve gone about it a different way, y’know?”

“I know.” He responds stiffly.

You smile softly. “That’s a strange way to apologise to me as well.” You jest.

There’s a very faint chuckle that parts his lips as he says, “don’t push it.”

A heartfelt silence settled between you, the sound of the waves the only interruption. But, you still had one thing on your mind.

Breaking the silence, you asked, “Earlier, during the mission... what do you think went wrong?”

Crosshair's expression hardened slightly, his eyes narrowing. “We were distracted. We weren’t focused.”

You bit your lip, gathering your courage. “I thought... for a moment, I thought you were going to kiss me. Would you have?”

Crosshair fell silent, his expression unreadable in the dim light.

Oh no. Why did you have to open your mouth?

Embarrassment flushed through you, and you began to sit up, ready to leave. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have—”

Before you could finish, his hand reached out, gently stopping you. He said nothing, his gaze intense and unreadable as he held onto your arm.

Slowly, he sat forward and tilted your face towards his, his touch surprisingly gentle. Without a word, he leaned in and kissed you, a brief but electrifying connection that left you breathless, your heart trying to leap out of your chest.

The kiss was soft, tentative, as if he was testing the waters. He pulled back before you could even comprehend what was happening, his eyes searching yours, and for once, there was no hostility, only a vulnerable sincerity.

“How’s that for an apology?” he murmured, his voice barely more than a whisper, his breath warm against your lips.

You lick your lower lip, having to suppress a dreamy sigh as you could taste him on your tongue. “Surprising.” You say softly, completely smitten all of a sudden.

He smirks, eyes scanning your face. “I’ve never seen you so bashful,”

“Yes, well, kissing someone who you thought was your enemy tends to have that effect.”

He chuckles, lifting his hand and tucking some hair that was dancing in the soft breeze behind your ear. “How about another one?”

You grin, leaning in close. “I won’t say no to that.”

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What’s the Harm in a Little Fun? (F!Reader) 🌶️

Return (F!Reader) 🌶️

Tender Hearts part one | part two (F!Reader) 🌶️

Taking it Solo (solo male one shot) 🌶️

🤍Jesse

It Will be Okay (F!Reader) 🌶️

Relief (F!Reader) 🌶️

.・。.・゜212th Battalion ゜・。.

☀️ Waxer

Nothing as Important (GN) 🌶️

☀️ Cody

Right Here (GN)

.・。.・゜104th Battalion ゜・。.

🐺 Wolffe

The Faltering Commander part 1 | part 2 | part 3 (F!Reader)

🐺 Plo Koon

Forbidden (GN)

Other Star Wars Characters

• Cad Bane Works

•Gregor

That Laugh (GN)

In the Morning*** (F!Reader Rebels Gregor) 🌶️

•Cobb Vanth

A Love We Never Got Over (F!Reader)

•Commander Mayday

Desperation*** (F!Reader) 🌶️

•Grand Admiral Thrawn

A Warrior’s Needs*** (F!Reader) 🌶️

•Cal Kestis

Dance the night away (f!reader)

•Grand Admiral Rampart (f!reader)

Tell No-One

Non Star/Clone Wars Works

Doc Ock One Shot

See you again*** (F!Reader) 🌶️

Ebenezer Scrooge (2022) One Shots

Outcast part one | part two (F!Reader)

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Things I won’t write for:

❌ Clonecest

❌ AhsokaxRex

❌Readers OC’s. Did it once, bad experience and never again.

❌Any cheating fics unless it’s about past relationships

❌Any pregnancy stuff. Literally anything to do with reader being preggers.

❌R*pe and pedophilia

❌Poly relationships (nothing against it but just not something I like to write)

❌Character crossovers

❌Any nsfw Jedi x padawan stuff

❌Coprophilia

❌Major character death… you know who I’m on about 😭

Heyyyyy love, I absolutely love everything you write. I have an itty bitty request!

Would you be able to write a cute fluffy fic with a plus sized female reader with tech with just a touch of spice to it?

You could also make it fun and do one for all the batch members?

Please and thank you if you can!! 🥰🥰

*fun fact - I made that tech edit many moons ago so I’m happy to see it still be used! 🥰🥹*

Plus Size***

All Bad Batch Boys X F!Reader

warnings: Mild NSFW, suggestive themes, plus sized female reader, confident reader (we’re all beautiful plus size or not!), mentions of a busty reader in some parts. Tech and Hunters parts are with an established relationship, others are not.

Authors note: decided to do small one shots for each of them in this post, write more for Tech and Echo because… it’s them ♥️ hope that’s okay with you @clonehoe- sorry for the wait !!!

Masterlist

Tech

Tech was watching you work with great interest, proud of the progress you had made in learning all the tips and tricks necessary for ship repairs. As he observed you beneath the control panel, clad in a snug tank top and form-fitting black pants that accentuated your every curve, he couldn't help but feel his heart rate skyrocket.

"Has the light come on yet?" you asked, your voice slightly muffled by the spanner between your teeth as you glanced up at him for assistance. The ship was scorching hot and it didn’t help that you were settled on a planet that had two suns to add to the heat. The heat system has always been faulty and despite you telling Tech you wanted to focus on fixing that, he was set in you fixing the hyperdrive first.

"Not yet. Try rotating the wiring counterclockwise. That should do the trick," he replied, his voice strained as he watched you work under his guidance. "There it is..." he murmured, his gaze darting to the lights above the control panel as you worked to fix the hyperdrive. "Good girl," he added, his endearment causing a flurry of excitement in your stomach.

Despite the nickname making you momentarily lose your concentration and hit your head against the side of the panel, you managed to remain focused on the task at hand. "Is it working now?" you asked, seeking confirmation with a smile as you wiped sweat from your forehead with the back of your hand.

"Yes, I have to say, I'm very impressed with your skills," he said, helping you out from under the control panel until you plopped down in a nearby seat to catch your breath.

"Yeah?" you asked, seeking reassurance.

"Absolutely," he replied, though his eyes were preoccupied with the alluring contours of your physique. "Perfect," he added, struggling to meet your gaze.

You couldn't help but smirk as you watched Tech struggle to keep his composure under your teasing gaze. Folding your arms over your chest, you subtly pushed your bust up to enhance your assets, causing Tech to wipe the steam that had suddenly formed on his goggles.

"Anything in particular that you're impressed with?" you asked, raising an eyebrow suggestively.

"W-well, it's hard not to be entranced by you looking the way you do while working under my command," he stammered, sitting up straight and tucking away his data pad. "I've adored your appearance since the first day we met, and seeing you all - forgive me - sweaty and wearing tight clothes is quite a fever dream," he added, his words causing a blush to rise on his cheeks.

You stood up slowly and took a couple of steps towards Tech, tilting his chin up to meet your gaze. "That's very sweet of you to say, Tech," you replied, your voice dripping with false innocence and a hint of teasing. "I am feeling a little sweaty though. Perhaps a shower would cool me down," you hinted, hoping he would pick up on your not-so-subtle suggestion.

Tech stood up abruptly, his hands flying to your waist and his fingers digging into your fleshy skin. "Perhaps since you helped me repair my ship, I could help you get freshened up," he offered, his lips trailing down your neck and over your chest despite the sweat that covered your skin.

"Eager, are we?" you asked, wrapping your arms around the back of his neck and suppressing a sweet sigh.

"Very much so," Tech groaned, holding you as close as possible. The two of you were rarely alone on the overcrowded ship, and with his brothers gone on a mission, Tech wasn't about to waste the opportunity to map out your whole body with his tongue.

Echo

"Trooper, what appears to be the issue?" Your entrance into the medbay had Echo stunned, his eyes locked onto your stunning, curvaceous figure and beautiful eyes.

He found himself gaping, struggling to find his words as he wished he had accepted help from the medical droid instead of being left in this state of awe.

"Trooper?"

Apologising for his silence, Echo managed to inform you of his injury to his femur that he sustained during a mission that had left him more grumpy than usual but your soft smile and calm presence helped to ease his nerves. Though, he was a little preoccupied on how your uniform was snug but not to the point it looked bad. It look really good.

He always took himself for a gentleman but as he gapes at you with hungry eyes, it was hard not to get enthralled by you.

You sat down next to him with a datapad, ready to take notes. "Can you tell me how this happened?" you asked with a soft smile.

Echo explained that he sustained the injury during a mission when heavy debris fell on him. You expressed sympathy and asked, "Are you in any pain, sweetie?" You were surprised by the endearment that slipped out of your mouth, although neither of you mentioned it. Then again, you did think he was much cuter than any other clone he had seen.

"Just a little, not as much as before," Echo replies steadily, hoping his blushing cheeks aren't too noticeable.

"I see. Have you been taking any medication for it?"

“No ma’am,”

You nod in understanding and stand to your feet again, placing your device to the side and slide on a pair of gloves. “Do I have permission to touch your leg to feel for any breaks?”

“Yes please.”

You both blink at one another and the quick realisation of what Echo just said sunk in fast but, you were blushing which was a good sign… wasn’t it?

“I mean, uh, do what you have to do ma’am.” He clears his throat, keeping his eyes diverted away from you but you could only smile at him in return and proceed to gently caress his thigh.

“Does it hurt here?” You ask, adding gentle pressure.

“No,” He says through gritted teeth, absolutely loving the touch of your hands on him - even if you were a stranger and even if it was simply your job.

“And here?” You ask again, applying pressure to a different area and as he winced in pain, your question was answered.

After a few more assessments, you highlighted that his femur isn’t fractured, only bruised and should heal naturally on its own. As you give the diagnosis, it went through one ear and out the other because again, his eyes being to wander and land on your hips as you turn away but caught him looking as you turn back to him.

You place your hands to your hips and smirk, “See something you like, Trooper?”

Echo’s eyes widened and he mumbled a thousand apologies at once, stumbling off the bed and thanking you for the help. You had a inkling that you may be seeing him again sometime. Well, you hoped so.

Hunter

Watching you work out was one of Hunter's favourite pastimes. The day was sweltering, and you naturally dressed in less clothing than usual for your workouts.

"Can I join you?" Hunter approaches you with a grin, sporting nothing but shorts that accentuated his tanned and toned body in the sunlight.

Finding yourself gaping in awe at his body too, you can only smirk back, slipping into a fighting stance and recalling every technique that Hunter had taught you. "How could I say no to you?" You ask and as you move, sweat drips from your body, enhancing your already alluring figure and heightening Hunter's senses.

"Good form," he compliments, stepping closer to you. His tone hints at his admiration for not only your workout performance but also your physique.

"Oh really?" You turn your head to glance at him, your eyes twinkling with amusement. "Why don't you demonstrate some other stances for me?"

Hunter relishes in the playful tone of your voice and steps up behind you, placing his hands tenderly on your hips, which he always yearns to touch. "Angle your body to the left and add a bounce to your knees," he instructs, guiding you through the movement. Though he knows you are capable of executing the exercise on your own, he can't resist the opportunity to have his hands on you.

You follow his directions but find yourself a little distracted by his touch. Even with his heightened senses, it feels as though Hunter is transferring his energy to you as his fingers caress the curves of your hips, trailing down to your thighs and back up to your arse, sending shivers down your spine. “Hunter…” you find yourself moaning his name, earning a low chuckle.

“Don’t get distracted by me,” he breathes down the nape of your neck but with his bare torso against your back and his hands roaming your body, it was so hard not to.

Wrecker

Wrecker had always admired your body, but it was your thighs that truly captivated him. At first, he was drawn in by your beauty, and it took some time for him to realize the full extent of his fascination. It wasn't until he saw you wearing shorts to bed one night that he truly understood the power of your curvy legs.

Now, as you lay on your cot reading a holobook, legs propped up in the air, Wrecker found himself once again unable to tear his gaze away from your thighs. He was so engrossed in his own thoughts that he didn't notice you watching him until you decide to speak up.

"May I make you an offer, Wrecker?" You asked, and he nearly jumped out of his skin at the sound of your voice. He cleared his throat and tried to act casual as he responded.

"Sure, what is it?"

"If you promise to stop staring at my legs all the time, I'll let you come over and give them a massage," you smirk, lowering your holobook to look him in the eye. Wrecker felt his face flush with embarrassment. Had it been so obvious that he couldn't take his eyes off you?

He started to stammer out an apology, but you cut him off with a wave of her hand and a soft smile.

"I don't mind," you say, sitting up until you’re sitting on your legs and teasingly entice him over by beckoning him with your finger. “I like to think they’re my best assets,” you comment, patting your legs that made them subtly jiggle which almost made him drop his helmet he was cleaning.

“Well, they are pretty.” He stands and comes closer until he sits on the edge of your bed watching you shift from your current position to you sat with them laid out. “Did ya mean your offer?” He asks, fingers twitching to reach out and touch your skin.

“I did,” you smirk, “go ahead.”

His hands come down to your thighs, large and rough yet gentle as he caresses your skin. He watches you for your reaction and as you tilt your head back and sigh in satisfaction, he knew he made the right choice in accepting your offer.

Crosshair

Crosshair watched as you struggled to hit the bottles he had set up as targets. He shook his head in disapproval and clicked his tongue, his new found admiration for you mingling with his frustration at your poor performance. But, he couldn’t help but also admire the view of you.

"You're doing it all wrong," he chided from the sidelines. To which, you let out a heavy sigh and nearly threw the rifle to the ground in frustration.

"I'm standing exactly where you told me to," you huffed, earning an eye roll from Crosshair. He approaches you, a small smirk on his lips as he positioned himself behind you.

"No, you're not," he teased, but he softened his tone as he sensed your frustration growing. "Stand here," he instructed, pointing to a spot next to him.

Reluctantly, you obeyed, standing close to him as he instructed you to raise the rifle and relax your shoulders. Crosshair watched you with his sharp eyes, feeling a sense of power as he towered over you.

"Okay, now what?" You asked, breath steady as you glanced back at him. You couldn't help but feel weak in the knees whenever he looked at you like that. He always had a hold over you, and him being so close to you now didn't help.

"Don't look at me, look at the target," he commanded. His voice, which usually dripped with venom, was surprisingly soft and alluring.

Turning away, you let out a small and surprised gasp as his hands come to your waist but to your surprise, he let out a small gasp himself.

“Wow princess,” he cooed, his fingers melting against the curve of your body, “I always knew you had a beautiful body but to touch it… stunning.” He breathes down your neck.

Your eyes widened at his words but you succumbed quickly to his touch, your back pressed against his chest as his hands begin to roam your body. “Y-you like my body?” You question with a hint of insecurity but your question is answered as he finally places his lips to your neck.

“I love,” he sighs, caressing your body from over your clothes, “every inch.”

You end up dropping his weapon eventually, it clanging to the floor with a thud and as you go to apologise, he spins you to face him, close and dominant. “Screw it,” he grunts, devouring your lips with his own.

That was enough teaching for one day…

Masterlist

My Kofi

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GORGEOUSLY WRITTEN🥵😭

Tech needed this.

Would love to see a part 2 👀

I Can Help With That***

Tech X F!Reader

word count: 3.9k

After fracturing his femur, Tech is in no way shape of form of carrying out difficult repairs. He just can’t help but get turned on seeing you getting your hands dirty for him.

warnings: NSFW 18+ only. Blowjob (tech receiving), swearing, praises, not established relationship, implied sex after, reader is female. No y/n. Not proofread.

Masterlist

When the others aside from you and Tech ventured out, Hunter gave you strict and private orders to make sure that Tech stays resting.

Since his injury, it seemed that he was more than adamant to do everything he can. From trying to wedge himself under all the ships control panels to climbing onto the ships nose and inspecting the small scratches that crab-like creatures had left. For someone so smart, he can be very silly.

You give Hunter a thumbs up before they depart and you glance at Tech who was in the cockpit, injured leg resting up on the co-pilot's seat and had his face down in his datapad. Good, he’s not doing anything he shouldn't, which gives you enough space and time to tidy up around here.

It was not uncommon for the boys and Omega to be a little messy, maybe Echo being the least but it surprises you that Hunter never took the initiative to clean up too with his senses and all. Hm, maybe he’s gone nose blind.

Throwing things into a small waste bin that was tucked away under a control panel, you’re squishing it all down to make as much room as possible when you heard some loud clanging followed by some faint curses.

In a second you’re crossing the ship to see what the noise was and despair sits on your face to see Tech on the floor, tools around him with one of the chairs spinning round and round. “You okay down there?” You question, stopping the chair spinning with your foot as you watch him grunt, sitting himself up.

“It appears that I did not calculate how little balance I would have for standing on a chair.” He comments, craning his neck from side to side whilst adding a little pressure to his thigh and sighs.

Your eyes are wide in confusion. “Well what were you doing standing on the chair anywha? How many times do we have to say that you should not be doing this kind of stuff when your leg is still bad.” You shake your head at him but it doesn’t stop you from helping him up and making him sit on the chair opposite the one he was standing on.

“I am not happy with the ventilation in the ship's roof paneling.” Tech expresses, watching you look up to the vent he was trying to clearly ‘fix’.

Your hands rest on your hips and you look back at him with an amused expression. “Right… Does it actually need fixing though? Right this second?”

The Clone shifts a little under your scrutinised gaze but knows your questions are from a good intention. “Well, uh, no. I suppose not.”

“Then let’s not fracture your other femur, hm?” You crouch down to the floor and pick up his tools that were scattered around but glance up when he tsks. “What?”

“I am at a position of displeasure with the control circuit being open and on display but due to me falling, I didn’t have time to finish my operation.”

Supposedly Tech’s foolish need for fixing things that aren’t broken is stemming from his boredom of staying out of missions. You felt bad and although he would not admit that he was doing this just out of boredom, perhaps you could help him?

“Oh. Well,” you stand back to your full height, a small spanner in your hand and look at the work ahead, “perhaps I could give it a go?”

You weren’t looking at him but Tech’s face was almost comical and a little disbelieving. “I appreciate you trying to help but respectfully, I do not think you are well versed in this kind of thing.”

“I’ll have you know that I am quite good. According to Echo anyway.” You shrug. Tech raises a brow, not aware that Echo has been having help with his ship from you. Then again, nothing seemed to be wrong with the ship fatally so maybe you weren’t having him on. “I’ve been known to be good with a screw.”

Tech chokes on air at your seemingly innocent words, making you look at him with a dubious glance. “You okay?”

“Y-yes I’m fine,” he clears his throat, wondering where that initial surprise came from, “I did not know that mechanics was your calling, so to speak.”

You did wonder why he reacted that way or maybe he was just clearly choking on air - you’ve definitely done it before but Tech doing it? Odd. You shrug it off anyway.

“I suppose only recently I got inspired. Anyway, you gonna help me up?” You move to the chair Tech was previously standing on, carefully placing one foot on the seat and then looking back at him.

“I do not think this is a good idea.” He scratches the back of his neck and you scoff.

“Oh come on, trust me?” You stick your arm out to him, gesturing for help and reluctantly he stands, limps towards you and holds you steady as you clamber onto the chair.

It’s a little precarious but once you found your footing, you steadied yourself and were able to just about reach the circuit. “Kriff, why couldn’t it be on the wall or something other than up here?”

“That is because the ship was designed this way, to enhance maximum capacity though I do see the predicament.” He keeps a hold of the back of the chair, making sure it doesn’t spin round with you on it. “Perhaps I could rewire it so we do not have to do this again.”

“Erm, one thing at a time.” You say with a short laugh, placing a small spanner between your lips as you inspect what it was Tech was up to. By the looks of it, he was trying to filter the airflow which was quite an odd and specific thing to do. When you questioned him about it, his answer surprised you.

“Well, I overheard you complaining that the environment was a little bit too stuffy and uncomfortable. So I figured that if I altered the airflow, our respiratory systems would benefit from somewhat cleaner air.”

You paused to look down at Tech who seemed to look a little more flushed at his confession. “You were doing this for me?”

He staggers a breath, not wanting to slip when it came to his strong feelings for you - something that had been blossoming for many weeks now. “Yes but also for the others as it would be beneficial for us all.” He clears it up, looking everywhere than up at you.

“Oh, well thank you.” You said, speech a little muffled due to the handy tool in your mouth before turning back to the work ahwad, trying to avoid the blush creeping up your neck. “Are you still okay holding me steady?”

“Of course.” For an odd moment, Tech panics. His hands leave the back of the chair and you have to suppress the gasp caught in your throat as his hands grip onto your waist.

“O-oh I meant the chair? And because of your leg.” You gush, pulling the spanner out from your mouth as you look down at him, seeing his eyes widen at his mistake.

He swallows the saliva that piled up in his throat. “My mistake.” His hands leave your body and truthfully you miss the touch of them but you weren’t going to make it any more awkward.

“Not a problem, I think I see what I need to do. Is there a socket spanner I can use?” You stick down one hand, knowing full well Tech must have one on him.

“I’m impressed that you know which tools are needed,” he says with a small smile but there’s a small wave of jealousy, “did Echo teach you?”

You hummed in slight amusement, a little timid at your confession when you say, ‘No.. I actually learned from you.”

He pauses, raising a brow. “I don’t recall us having a session where I teached you?”

You twist a bolt, finding your way to the minuscule fans as you try to come up with a reason as to how you know what to do without it sounding weird.

“Well, sometimes I watch you when you work and you tend to explain what you’re doing without realising.” You come up with, supposedly better than saying ‘I like to watch you’.

“I see.” He feels his heart leap a little for joy, glad to know that his ramblings don't necessarily go unnoticed. “And do you feel confident?”

You let out a small grunt, one of the bolts a little too tight which in your position on a swivel chair was quite hazardous but you trusted Tech to keep you safe. “A little, but I am not as good as you.”

He looks up at you, seeing you gaze down at him as you pass him a compliment but then you winked. And his whole state faltered.

His eyes widen behind those wonderful yellow goggles, you compliment as well as the wink whether it being friendly or flirtatious he wasn’t sure but it was enough to make his knees tremble. “My intelligence is merely biological, I-I am naturally intelligent about this.”

The stutter is new and rather cute. Why was he being so modest all of a sudden? You pondered questioning him about it but decided to leave it as you just managed to unscrew one of the bolts which gave you enough time to scan the fans over. “Hmm, am I right in guessing they need to be twisted at 90 degrees?”

“Most likely. But it is rather hard to tell from being down here.” He comments, making you roll your eyes playfully.

“Better than you being up here and falling… again.” You jest back, tone laced with playfulness but find yourself cursing as the spanner falls from your fingers and clatters on the steel floor. “Shoot. Sorry, are you okay to pass me that please?”

Tech’s eyes travel down to where the spanner dropped. “I can but I may have to let go of the chair. Can you steady yourself?”

He gives yoh a moment, allowing you to place you to grin onto the vent itself, spread your legs a little more for more balance but giving him the go ahead. “Okay I think I’m steady, go ahead.”

Carefully, without any sudden movement he lets go, pausing to make sure you are fine before he nimbly bends over to grab the tool. However as he picks it up, he casts a quick gaze up at you and his eyes prematurely roam your body. He couldn’t help it as it was hard to miss but when his eyes landed on your arse, he bites his tongue from a groan threatening to spill. He had thought you to be pretty, beautiful in fact to be sure but your physique was rather marvelous to admire too.

“You got it? I’m a little nervous up here Tech.” Your words snap him out of his almost dribbling gaze, shaking the thoughts away as he quickly recovers himself and passes the tool back up to you.

From then on he’s a little quiet, giving you the odd advice if you question anything but it all seemed to come together. Though, you noticed his silence and frown. “You got something on your mind, Tech?”

Tech has been trying to avoid looking up at you as all he can focus on now is the silhouette of your body. But if you’re talking to him, he feels obliged to look. He tries to crane his neck up as far as he can but his eyes trained on your neck, seeing the sweat glisten on your soft skin he had so often thought about kissing.

The way you were working was such a turn on that he was cursing at the fact he wasn’t wearing his armor to cover his crotch. Then again, he seemed to have gotten rid of that bit anyway. “Thoughts are always circulating in my mind but to give you a definitive answer is impossible. My mind,” he sucks in a deep breath, eyes lingering a little too long on your body that when you reach up, your shirt goes up with it, “a bit of a blur at the minute.” He grunts, eyes trailing over the skin of your stomach and accidentally at the underside of your bra.

“Well,” you say with a small smile, not noticing how Tech was currently sweating under his collar, “I am done now.”

Tech starts to help you down but with one small slip, the chair spins frantically from under you which almost sent you crashing to the floor. Luckily Tech had grabbed you, arms wrapping around your waist to keep you up securely as he tried his best to ignore the throbbing pain in his femur again.

“Kriff, that was close!” You say a little breathlessly, eyes wide as your hands rest on his shoulders. “You got me?”

“Always.”

For some reason his single and simple word meant more to you than you think he anticipated. You liked Tech, quite a lot and thought of him always having your back and being your aid sent a warmth through you. When your feet are planted firmly on the ground, you pull back from him with a toothy grin. “That was sweet of you.”

He pushed his goggles further up his nose, trying to shake out his flustered trance on you. “What was?”

You point up towards the now fixed vent and could already feel the benefits of the traveling air throughout the ship. Which was a good job because you had glanced down briefly to see if anything was on the floor when your eyes landed on his unmissable length in his pants that sucked all the air out of you.

Tech hisses a touch, his leg aching once more and sits back down. “You okay?” You ask, trying to play off the fact that you had just seen Tech’s boner which by the looks of it as he crossed his legs, was trying to hide.

He stares up at you and nods quickly, clearing his throat as he begins to ramble and truthfully? You weren't too sure what he was rambling about. He was using long words that you didn’t quite understand but the sight of his length against his blue pants was ingrained in your mind that you couldn’t help but ask, “Is there anything else I can do for you?”

Silence then fills the ship, his mouth partly open as he stops his incoherent mouth from running. For a second he swore he saw you glance down at his crotch but due to the lighting of the ship it was hard to tell. Hm, maybe that could be altered next?

“Tech,” you say again softly but there’s something in your eyes as you take a smaller step towards him, making him crane his neck up to look at you once again, “is there anything else…” your breath shudders a little, your nerves growing but you were fairly confident that what you saw was real and most likely about you, “I can help you with?”

Tech couldn’t process anything at that second, knowing that you had definitely seen his deceiving ache between his legs for you. “C-cyare, I can explain.”

“‘Cyare’ am I now? That’s new.” There’s humor in your tone but also a hint of lust but Tech was a little bit too preoccupied to even notice the change in your tone.

His fists are clenched tightly as he begins to unload reasons as to why he had a boner at this particular time and in all honesty, it was rather cute seeing such an intelligent and unfazed man becoming a flustered mess.

“Naturally, I found myself becoming rather enraptured whilst watching you at work.”

He won’t even look at you.

“You have always been someone I found rather endearing to look at as you are a fairly, no - rather attractive female.”

His face is turning red.

“I figure someone as attractive as you is probably repulsed that someone like me has taken advantage of an innocent and caring situation. Please let me first of all apologise that I found myself getting arou-.”

He is so adorably foolish.

“Tech, stop.” You shush him, taking a step closer until there’s practically no gap between you. He goes to speak up again but words fail him as you slowly drop to your knees, a gentle hand riding over his thigh and helping him uncross his legs, spreading them a little so you could sandwich yourself in between.

“You’re adorable, Tech. I really, really want to help you.” Your voice is a gentle whisper now, head tilting to the side until it’s resting upon his stiff thigh. Ever so carefully, both hands graze over his legs until your fingers just trace over the semi in his pants which causes him to flinch but not at all refuse your touch.

“Oh mesh’la,” he breathes, biting down on his fist as he gazes at you teasing him, “y-you don’t have to do this for me.”

“No,” you smile at him with your eyes, seeing him slouch further into the chair as your fingers begin to tease over the fastenings of his pants before you popped a button, “but I want to.”

Tech looks down at you, eyes unfocused, breath shallow, making those noises. His cock behind his pants is starting to complain already, feeling himself stiffen at the sight of you starting to tug at his pants to get them off.

Pleasantly he lifts his hips, allowing his pants to slide straight down to his ankles, kicking them away as you stare in awe at his fully erect member. Kriff, he looks delicious.

You begin to gently grip a hand around the base of Tech’s cock which causes him to squirm, breath hitching in anticipation. Feeling yourself get aroused too, your eyes risk a glance up and lock on to him as you give an experimental lick.

Instantly his hips buck at the contact and there are those sounds again. Tech is practically begging for you which was such a shock to see. How long has it been since this kind of tension was released?

“Darling please, I need your mouth.” He groans, tilting his head back as you pump against his long cock slowly. Being the kind soul you were, you complied - wrapping your lips around the head of his cock.

"Fuck," Tech groans, palms flexing by his sides like he doesn't quite know what to do with them. Slowly, you take him in further, bit by bit, small sucks and a little bit of tongue. It was the first time you heard Tech swear and it set a fire inside your belly; he sounds gorgeous. He also looks gorgeous as he unravels in front of you.

“Do you like this? My mouth on your cock?” You tantalise, pulling away for a short breather but keep your hand moving against him as he nods frantically. He speaks in mando’a, obvious obscenities that he didn’t want you to hear but you knew he was loving every second.

You grip his cock tighter, moving it gently in time with your warm mouth. Tech is panting, a string of nonsense and cursing amidst moans pouring from his lips repetitively. “Have you, uhhh fuck, done this before?”

Looking up at him from between his legs, cock in your mouth you smirk. “That good, huh?”

“Perfect. You clearly have…” he trails off, eyes blown wide with lust as you take him all the way in, tip hitting the back of your throat like it was nothing, “expertise.” He gasps.

You giggle, sending vibrations against him before pulling away with a pop and small saliva trail. “Why don’t you play with my hair, Tech?” You look to his hands, finally without something to hold that made him look a little helpless.

“Sure,” he rasps, reaching towards your head as his fingers play through your hair before grabbing it in a small scrunch as you allow him to guide your head back to his cock, “keep sucking pretty girl.” He purrs and you obey without a second glance.

Sucking harder, your tongue swirls around his cock in all the places Tech is growing to adore. He is holding onto your hair securely, but not too rough as he can see the pleasure you get from him taking control of the situation. You’re moaning against his length, eyes fluttering closed as a mix of juices dance in your mouth.

“You’ve needed this haven’t you?” You gasp, licking down his shaft and towards his balls that you place an experimental kiss to. “You have been so tense, Tech. Always want to look after you.”

He sighs heavenly, head tilting to the side as you begin to suck on his sensitive balls whilst stroking his cock. “You’re not wrong, cyare. Ooh, right there. Good girl.”

His praises made your pussy throb but this was about him, all your attention focusing purely on the mewling man in front of you.

Moving back to his cock, you groan a little around him causing Tech to make the most obscene noises now, his hand clutching at your hair like a lifeline. You work your hand and tongue harder, faster, more persistent all the more he hears the Clones groans getting louder and more desperate. He’s shaking all over, things bouncing up and down and it might just be the hottest thing you’ve ever witnessed.

You’re working at his cock for maybe just a minute when he begins to moan: “Kark, fuck, I'm gonna-.” He is saying your name over and over as his hips snap upwards once, twice and three times as his cock slams into the back of your throat until he's cumming in hot spurts.

Swallowing everything he has to offer, your heart pangs a little as Tech mumbles soft and frantic apologies. “I should have asked mesh’la,” he sighs but there was no denying that the feeling of cumming in your mouth was long overdue.

“Hush honey,” you pull your mouth away, wiping the corner of your mouth and placing a soft kiss to his thigh, “I didn’t mind.”

“Are you sure?” His hand that is now in your hair is playing with it softly, moving the sweaty bits out of the way as he gazes at you longingly.

“Positive.” Getting up off your knees, legs cramping just a bit you smile in slight amusement to see that his cock was still hard. “Looks like I didn’t help you out as much as I would’ve liked.” You nod towards his throbbing length and he flushed with embarrassment.

“Yes, despite my ejaculation I am still rather aroused at what has just occurred. Mainly because I am in the presence of a beautiful soul.” You melt at his words and think for a second. The others did say that they wouldn’t be back for a while…

You reach out a hand to him and carefully pull him up to his feet. He staggers a little but watches you with piqued interest as you lean towards his ear and kiss along his jaw. “Maybe you could help me with something?”

He’s melting at your words and without a thought, he grabs you by the hand and drags you towards the bunks. He may still have a fractured femur but that isn’t going to stop this man from fucking you into the next star system.

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