I Love Them.

I love them.

Some more sweet Tech/Phee because I love this couple with all my heart. I need to see them happy together. They deserve to be happy. ❤️

I worked on this to give myself some comfort because season three is bringing me down, and to also practice shading. It’s still a bit messy, but I like it this way.

A warm thank you to all who favorited and reblogged my last Tech/Phee piece. I really appreciate it ❤️

I don’t even ship them but honestly it makes so much sense.

Crosshair is CANONICALLY obsessed with Hunter.

Another thing about "Aftermath" that I'm highly fixated on is that when the Batch get to Kaller, before Order 66 gets called, they're fighting the battle droids and at one point Hunter gives Crosshair an order and Crosshair over in his sniper's perch, gives a genuinely enthusiastic "Sir, yes sir!" with a slight purr. Man wants to be topped by his sergeant so bad

What toy the Batch would buy Omega for her Birthday

(Does she have a birthday??? Whatever - what they would buy her for any occasion because I bet they would buy her presents all the time if they could)

Tech

He would try to buy her a set of books or her own datapad, but would be made fun of by the other members because "that's not a toy"

He would definitely find some sort of chemistry set and quietly observe her playing with it

He's not the type of guy to actually play with it and show her how to play with it, although he wants to step in when she "does it wrong"

He doesn't let Wrecker touch it even though he's intrigued by the chemical reactions

"Independent play and discovery are very important for children's development. I read it in (blah blah blah)"

Hunter

He would totally get her a little play set with dolls

A mini marauder-like ship and five little action figure clones with an extra little girl doll

He would definitely play house with her when he's not taking care of his other children he has the time

One time she got them all into the game and each of the members got to pretend to be the others

Echo

He would buy Omega some fidget toys because he thinks they're cool and will keep her busy

Hunter ends up finding them and showing Omega cool tricks with a yo-yo

Wrecker breaks about half of them

Crosshair sneakily steals one and uses it when he gets anxious

One of the batch sneaks one into Tech's hands when he's talking and he doesn't even notice. He keeps it.

Wrecker

He would buy her an easy-bake oven and "make snacks" and play chef with Omega

Tech boosted up the power so that it could actually cook - "if we have this thing we might as well be able to use it"

Crosshair puts something metal in it and it causes a fire

Hunter bans any sort of cookware that wasn't already built into the ship

Crosshair

He gets her a "build your own weapons kit."

Crosshair: "Don't show Hunter"

Wrecker: "Where'd you even find this?"

Echo: "This isn't for kids"

Tech: "It appears none of us can use it - the box says 'you must be 18 years or older to use'"

Hunter ends up finding it and making himself a weapon out of it

Bonus

Omega insists that Batcher needs her own toys, too

The batch gets Batcher lots of chew toys and fetch toys

Echo insists that Omega's new chore is to clean up the dog toys when Batcher leaves them all over

Tech insists that they do not play fetch in his ship, especially after the so called "fetch incident"

Sober watching tbb: in an depth analysis of the dichotomy of soldiers and men, and the bigger implication of imperialism

High watching tbb: google show me this guys balls

Night Three

Full fic on Ao3

PAIRING: tech x fem reader

SUMMARY: You’ve spent the last two nights hooking up with a handsome stranger. You promise yourself this is the last time.

WORDS COUNT: 1311

RATING + WARNINGS: 18+, spicy, porn with minimal plot, PiV, oral sex (female receiving), touch of Dom!Tech

NOTES: This is Part 3 of the first installment of my reverse harem “Bad Choices” smutlet series on Ao3. Yes, this is how I channeled my extra energy after the Season 2 finale.

Although it’s written in second person, my heroine eventually has a very established relationship with the Batch.

“This is the last time,” you tell yourself. You’re not waiting for this man at a bar anymore. It doesn’t matter how this night ends, good or bad. At the moment odds are 40/60 bad, based on the fact that you’re lying on the cold floor of a spaceship, dress gone, underwear lost, legs spread, and half fucked. He’s fixing something and not giving you any relief. This is not ideal.

When he finally appeared, you didn’t stay long. He kissed you ravenously, paid your tab, then pulled you out of the bar. He put you on top of a speeder, which you assume he stole since he ditched it a short way from the spaceport. He seemed hungry for you tonight, based on the way he’d been kissing you, pressing you against walls and ships to manhandle you. Finally, one of the ships had a gangway open, and he practically carried you up the stairs before shutting the door behind you both.

He immediately stripped off your dress and panties and lifted you so your legs hooked around his waist, your lips locked together, and you ground yourself against…some kind of pouch. Maybe a tool belt. You couldn’t tell. After what he did to you last night, you were beyond horny and were desperate to feel him inside you again. He pinned you to the wall, his hands between your legs, two fingers sliding knuckle deep into you. You whimpered, needing more. And then he…just put you down. A noise from the ship’s console had distracted him, and he’d turned to it immediately.

“That should not be happening,” he’d said, echoing your own thoughts, as you watched him pull a tool off his belt, crouch under the control panel to examine the issue, then lie on his back and start working.

Your brain could not process what was happening. One moment you were ready to get absolutely railed by this tall, handsome stranger, and now he’d gone full mechanic mode. Legs unsteady, you staggered over to one of the chairs and collapsed into it. You watched him work for a moment before noticing the large bulge still in his pants. He wasn’t so far under the panel that you couldn’t get to him, so you decided to throw caution to the wind. What was the worst that could happen?

He didn’t make any noise when you straddled his thighs, and he barely twitched when your hand stroked the length of him through his pants. You did it again, this time cupping his balls with one hand as the other worked up his shaft, feeling him harden fully, and then began undoing the fastening that kept him from you. You groaned when you finally saw his erection, feeling its heat in your palms. Since he still hadn’t stopped you, or the work he was doing, you eased yourself up, rubbing the head against your wet opening, then sinking yourself down on him.

That got his attention. He paused and looked at you. You could see your reflection in his ever present goggles. You could not suppress your cry as you felt yourself spread around him. He watched you fuck yourself on him, one hand holding on to the console to support yourself, knees screaming in protest against the cold hard metal floor. You felt him shift slightly to meet you and heard the clink of his tools placed next to him.

His hands grasped your hips, and then, in a move that was truly incomprehensible to you, he lifted you off of him and deposited you on the floor.

You lay there stunned for a moment, watching him refasten his pants and hearing his tools clinking again as he worked under the console.

In response to your cry of frustration, you hear him say, “You began prematurely.” Defeated, you don’t move until he finally gets up and offers you a hand. “Don’t pout,” he says, putting you back into one of the chairs.

You sit still, the cold torture against your hot skin. He tinkers around the ship for a few minutes more before returning, having removed his belt and a number of the pouches that were strapped to his body.

“Do you want to leave?” he asks, coming down on one knee in front of you, spreading your legs, pulling your hips toward him, while pushing your torso back. You whimper, feeling his breath along your thighs. He lifts your hips, his face dipping between your legs, taking in the mingled scent of his musk and your excitement. His tongue traces around your swollen labia, tasting you, then flits against your clit, making you moan. He holds your wrists firmly, as he fully presses his lips around you, sucking roughly, using his tongue to ravage your sensitive tip. You’re so close, so tantalizingly close, that of course he stops, but just for a moment. He’s undone his pants, thick cock ready.

Demonstrating his strength again, he lifts you onto him, before switching places with you on the chair. You sink down on him, moaning in sweet relief. He moves with you this time, thrusting into you as you fuck him. You use his shoulders for leverage as you bring yourself up and down on his length. His hand reaches between you, collecting your wetness from his shaft, then catching your swollen nub between his fingers, tugging and stroking it, while your cries become wilder and louder. The orgasm is blinding and made more intense by the rough rhythm he is keeping inside you, taking you through waves and waves of bliss.

“I don’t think I can move,” you whisper as you collapse against him, your pussy pulsing around his thickness.

“That will not be a problem,” he answers, almost snarkily, not that you care anymore. He holds your hips down as he pushes deeper into you. When you tighten around him, he gasps, his thrusts losing their rhythm but making up for it in force. The friction stimulates you again, and you’re moaning against his shoulder, trying to ride him. He groans and starts to say something.

“I don’t object,” you answer before he forms the words. His hands grasp your hips firmly, moving you in time with his thrusts, until finally with a loud gasp, you feel him orgasm inside you. You keep rocking your hips on him as his cock twitches. Finally he stops you, and you press yourself to his chest, taking a few minutes to recover. With great effort, you lift yourself off him, his cum spilling out of you, onto his softening cock, down your thigh. He catches you as your legs give way and gently places you back in the chair, which is now much warmer than earlier. He cleans you both up with a soft towel he produced out of nowhere, and lets you rest.

You jerk awake from a light doze. You hadn’t been asleep too long since you’re not yet chilled by the cool air of the ship. You retrieve and slip on your dress, but your underwear are nowhere to be found.

He’s sitting in the pilot’s chair, working at the console, and turns to you as you approach.

“Would you like me to return you to your domicile?”

“Hmmmm?” You pretend to contemplate as you lean down to kiss him. “But I’m not tired.”

Your hand drifts into his lap, your fingers stroking along the outline of his hardening cock. The console beeps, a comm signal. He answers.

“Tech. We’re ready for pick up.”

“Understood. I will leave momentarily.”

You sigh. “Well that’s disappointing.”

“Transit time is 1.12 hours…if you would like to accompany me.” He’s already stood and lifted you against the console, your legs wrapped around him. You can hear him pushing buttons behind you, but you don’t care.

He really is impossible to refuse.

*

The rest of the series can be found here.

Warning: It gets kinky.