Hi, I’m not sure if this is how you request a story, I’m new to tumblr, but I haven’t been feeling too great mentally, could you write a hunter (bad batch) x reader where the reader is feeling a little drained and out of it? Thank you so much I hope you have a great day.

Of course I can! I am incredibly honored to have received your ask! I just hope I can provide well enough for you! And tbh I am new to Tumblr as well and I can number the fics I've written one one hand😫🙈 I hopped on this app to mainly share my art and was later surprised at how fun writing is! I really hope you like this one and it helps you feel better. I am terribly sorry you're going through a rough time. Sending virtual hugs along with this fic. 🤗

Gif by @time-of-contempt

It's been almost 6 months since you've had a steady income. The underground work well has dried up making it impossible for you to collect credits on bounties. You're surviving on scraps that would make military rations look like a Canto Bight buffet. You've been out of the game far longer than you prefer. Rusty. Weak. Wrought with unhinged frustration and rage for the Empire. Why was this happening? What changed so suddenly in the hush of the night all those many moons ago?

And then the news hits. An announcement you could have never anticipated. You can't believe it. Had to be lies. Had to be.

"The remaining Jedi will be hunted down and defeated. Any collaborators will suffer the same fate. These have been trying times, but we have passed the test."

You know nothing of the Jedi other than the fact that they paid well for your services. You had no idea the political subterfuge that this new Empire, if it could even call itself that, committed in order to rise above the ranks to divide and conquer. It fueled a rage that burned from the catacombs of your stomach out into the steam in your ears. No one was to blame for your squalor more than the dreaded Empire. It twisted you to see the populace welcoming such an obvious loth-wolf in nerf's clothing. You had to get out, and fast.

You raid your apartment for any and all objects of value. Keepsakes and ornamental trinkets with gilded details that would be enough to bargain for. Much of your belongings could be disregarded as decor, easily profitable but questionable in worth. It was all until it came down to your most prized possession: an antiquated jeweled necklace in the style of the early natives from this planet. The jewels that adorn this necklace were very common back then and generally not valued for anything other than their look, but they are extremely rare and valuable now. The emerald vibrancy was enhanced, tastefully with a golden, laced chain intertwining them in a sparking web. However, it was a gift from your mother that has been passed down through generations before making it's way into your clutches. This is the very last remnant of your family line. Everyone before you has long since faded. You couldn't possibly let this go, but how much longer could you make it on your own without assistance? What good would holding onto this necklace do if you're dead?

You shake off your guilt and force a mask of indifference as you take the necklace and pack it into a jewelry box before shoving it deep into your shoulder bag.

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The internal combat you're suffering through is taking it's toll. Every step through the market to the pawn shop feels heavier and heavier as each foot falls. You're treading the waters of uncertainty and they're rising dangerously close to your neckline, splashing and threatening to submerge you in it's cold embrace.

Turning the corner, the pawn shop is in your line of sight. The closer you get to the kiosk you keep lying to yourself; You can go through with this. It's just a necklace. Mom would want you to survive. She would understand.

You start to believe yourself. It is a necessary evil to put food in your mouth over acquiring worldly possessions. Yet the torment of parting with the symbolic roots of your ancestry make it impossible to ease your mind. The bitter tears of your transgressions are a menace to your conscience as they spill down your cheeks, a miserable display of vulnerability. You hurriedly wipe away any trace of their presence with the cuff of your sleeve when you notice a man and his droid awaiting services at the counter. Perfect. This would give you enough time to come to terms with your actions to justify them as reasonable. You fall in line behind them and begin perusing the merchandise. Not with the intent of purchase, of course. No, this was only to play off your so obviously distraught emotions.

"This is a pyro denton. It's worth at least eighteen-hundred credits." the man in front of you sternly argues. It would appear that things aren't going too smoothly for him either. You wondered how many other displaced innocents suffered from the new, pivotal force of the planet. You tried to tune out their bickering until you notice that he straight up sells his droid. Right there, on the spot. He must really be desperate because that droid looked to be one of a kind, a military prototype, he said. He did get paid a considerable amount for it, though. You overheard the haggling land at around three thousand credits which is a little less than double the asking price for the explosive.

You'd be lucky if the shop owner saw the same value in your belongings and you received anywhere near that lump sum. You could depend on being set for practically the rest of the cycle. That's enough time to figure out your next plan of action to thrive instead of just survive. But the impending departure of your precious accessory caused the floodgates to open once again. You're next in line. The pawnbroker left the lobby to show his new droid to the back of the establishment but he would surely return at any moment to inquire what it is you have to offer. You cage your shoulders around your head and begin to silently sob to yourself, clutching your backpack of life. It held every piece of your identity and you were about to selfishly auction it all off.

"Excuse me... Miss?" Suddenly you heard his voice from behind you. The languid tenor in his drawl was instantly soothing. Your attempts at covertly hiding your episode failed and it startled you to be called upon during such a moment of pure distress, half expecting him to take his credits and go. How could he have possibly heard you? You constricted your own breathing and never released so much as a sniffle. Try to ignore him. Maybe he will leave you alone, you thought.

"Miss? Are you okay? You- uh... don't seem right." Oh, for the love of Maker, you were going to have to face him. Why couldn't this guy just leave you to writhe through your desperation in peace? Without turning around, you wipe off every remnant of despair from your dampened cheeks, sniffling away the mucus congesting your sinus cavities and clearing your throat to speak.

"I'll be okay. D-don't worry about it." Your eyes are glued to the dusty floor as you choke out your lies. He doesn't buy it for a second and you feel a warm hand fall upon your trembling shoulder.

"No, you really don't seem okay. Do you need help? What are you doing in a pawn shop?" He keeps prying and it's getting under your skin quicker than you anticipated. Each question painstakingly more loaded than the last. He doesn't have the obligation to be your therapist. You just want to make some money, leave offworld and forget this whole ordeal even had to happen.

Jerking your shoulder forward, you forcibly liberate yourself of his grasp. You turn around, shamefully aware of the tears streaming down your face once again and it's infuriating. You feel so offended by this stranger's kind gestures and their ability to make you surrender to your emotions. You wanted to hit something to release just a modicum of rage and depression but none of this was his fault. What kind of person would you be if you sold everything but the shirt on your back and lashed out at every passing bystander?

"UGH! Just leave me. The fuck. ALONE!" You finally turn to look up at him with a face burning red as the bandana fastened to his head. It clashed unfashionably with the leafy green fabric of his civilian clothing. His frame towered over you and didn't budge at all with your outburst. He was an immovable wall, a profile painted with sincere interest, concern and a bold skeletal tattoo taking up half his face. You don't know who you were expecting to see when you turned around, but it wasn't this. Instant regret immediately sent shockwaves of even more guilt to overcome your fragile state. You looked into his eyes and saw their purity, no judgment whatsoever clouding his perception of you, and simply broke down. The inner turmoil you had bottled up uncapped itself and spewed all over him in the form of incoherent, breathless cries and apologies.

"Oh! Uh-hey... Calm down. I'm here to help. Are you hurt? Did someone do this to you? Where are they? I can call the authorities if you-"

"I'm so sorry..." Cutting him off, you manage to communicate just enough for him to understand through your sobs peppered between your speech. "I didn't mean to yell at you. Today just... it's just not my day." Clutching the bag you're holding a little tighter, you shut your eyes tightly when you hear the durasteel doors slide open, indicating the pawnbroker is on his way to the front of his store, coaxing another stream of depression to spill from your lashes.

"I looks like you don't really want to part ways with what you've got there." He raised a tattooed eyebrow as his hand inched closer, pointing to your satchel. Shifting your weight, you turned around and shielded the bag away from him with your back, hugging it closer to your chest.

He's taken aback by your firm movements, but he apparently has some remarkably thick skin because nothing you've done has phased him at all. Anyone else would have cursed at you, called you a hurtful name before leaving the stall. But he remained by your side through every phase of your woeful attack. You feel his comforting palm caress the top of your back. A welcome yet startling intrusion to your personal space before speaking to you in a hushed octave.

"I don't think you're in any state to make rash decisions. Come with me. Let me help you think this through. He'll be here all day and I have plenty of time." Using the hand he has on your back, he moves it to your shoulder and appoints that as leverage to turn you back around. What made this person so interested in your mental health? You're knocking on deaths door and he takes it upon himself to spend time out of his day to check on someone he's never seen before. You can't bring yourself to raise your head to meet his gaze so he does that for you. His other hand lands on your chin and gently lifts it to the sky. Through misty eyes, you could still see that he was actually quite handsome. No longer blinded by fury and upheaval, you're able to slowly allow yourself to be tranquilized by his proximity alone. The mournful flush in your face transformed into bashfulness in a blink of an eye. You're speechless and frozen by his humanitarian nature.

"There. Isn't that better? Why don't we sit down and you can tell me all about what's bothering you. Are you hungry? When was the last time you've eaten?"

There he goes again, popping off the loaded questions. How could you possibly unpack the culmination of months worth of problems to this person you just met? But you're dying for something to eat. Fruit. Noodles. Anything but the protein bricks you've been forcing down your throat for days on end.

"I... I don't know." Is all you manage to weakly reply. It was a blanketed answer to cover all of the above. You honestly didn't have an idea of really anything but your current state. If it weren't for local news casters and holographic announcements, you wouldn't even know what day it is.

"Let's get out of here. You don't look so good. I promise, I'm not gonna hurt you. Please, come with me. " This nameless person seeped comfort out of every pore of his being. Despite your better judgment, you felt yourself practically get carried away by his cordial reception and into the marketplace. Plump, ripe produce sweetened the air. You could smell lean meats roasting on an open fire and it painfully twisted your gut around the hollow emptiness, forcing your starvation to blatantly make an appearance in the form of cacophonous growls.

"Wait here. I'll be right back." He says as he sits you down on a plaza bench. You still don't even know his name and he's buying you food. You don't want to owe anyone anything you can't pay back. But who knows when your next meal will be? He seems generous enough, you could try and pay for his services with the items you have in your bag. Though, you're not sure if you could trust that he has an eye for the finer things such as your family heirloom.

You hear his footsteps approaching and he's slightly smiling, holding a few skewers of roasted meat that intoxicated you moments before, as well as a netted bag containing the various fruits that sweetened the atmosphere.

"I didn't know if you're a vegetarian or not, so I got some protein just in case. I'm sorry, I should have asked." He shrugs as he places the skewers into your left hand and the net of produce into your right. This is more than you could have ever expected to receive from this newcomer. You're flooded with gratifying passion that he would spend money on you, with variety, no less. "I'm Hunter, by the way." His smile was enchanting and it shoved all your worries to the back burner. "Eat up and then tell me what's got you feeling out of sorts, okay?" You silently nodded, returning a faint smile in his direction before digging into the satisfying barbecue and savoring the juicy fruits.

Hunter. It was a fitting monicker for someone as stoic as himself. Maybe that had something to do with his heightened awareness to your sorrowful mood and malnourished condition. Either way, you were incredibly grateful for this... Hunter. Even thinking this name gave you a sense of trust in him. He was the difference between you living to see another day and perishing beneath the thumb of the Empire.

He patiently awaits you to finish your meal before speaking. You're refreshed, well fed and in a much better state of mind.

"Thank you, Hunter. I'm so sorry for... all that back there. When I said today isn't my day, I should really say it's been an incredibly rough few months. Hell, probably the whole cycle if you wana get technical. I've been out of work for too long and I need enough credits to get offworld." The familiar stab of guilt is rising to the surface again, threatening your tears to fall but you power through, at least to finish your explanation. "I was at the pawn shop because I was about to sell everything I have left. Most of it, I could honestly care less about. But this-" You reach into your satchel and pull out the jewelry box containing the necklace, "Is all I have left of my family's memory. The jewels are really rare and it would most likely be taken apart to create a more expensive set if I pawned it. It has tremendous value in price but-" you choke on your words again, "It has unparalleled, emotional worth to me. I was fighting with myself to be able to give it up but I just... I don't know if I can." Turning your head away to preserve as much dignity you could possibly have left, you begin softly crying to yourself. You could only assume that you looked like you were making a big deal out of nothing, crying over the departure of a useless accessory when he sold a worthy companion like his more-than-capable military droid.

"I knew things were bad out here, but I had no idea of the drastic conditions some of these sectors are in. Their parades really aren't fooling anybody." He sneers, speaking generally. It's disconcerting. What did he mean by that? Is it like this everywhere? You wondered.

"This isn't right. You're not the only person I've met who thought they have to give up everything just to get by in this new Empire. Though, in your case, I might be able to do something about it, for once." He places a hand on your knee in reassurance, nodding at you in pleasant affirmation.

"You just met me, literally not even an hour ago. I told you I haven't a credit to my name. What could I possibly have to offer you? I guarantee my bag full of odds and ends won't amount to nearly as much as you got for your droid." You confess.

"Oh him? Yeah... That's actually my brother. And he's no droid- it's sort of a two part scam." He shrugs at you meekly while letting out a slight chuckle after speaking the truth into existence. "In a moment or so I'll give him the signal to leave and he can scomp his way out of there. A little unorthodox, but this way we make it out with more credits in our pockets and no harm done except maybe a hit to their pride department."

Who in the world were you dealing with? He was so casual about it all, never breaking his suave persona. And that droid wasn't a droid to begin with? They seem to have a familiarity to this game that you have a lot to learn from.

"I know... we just met like you said, but you really don't have much binding you to this place, don't you? I mean, everything is right there, isn't it?" Hunter removes his hand from your knee and places it on the satchel you're still clutching close to your heart. He was kind. Genuine. Did he want to take you away from all this?

"What are you saying?" In your confusion, you begin to pull away from him. With slight resistance, Hunter lets you recoil against the bench to preserve yourself. You can see that he completely understands your reluctance to trust but he maintains a nearing distance to you. You don't want the inquiry to be too good to be true. But he's not there to be another stain on your bad days.

"No, no no no, come back to me." He reaches for your hand at the sight of your denial and cups your cheek with the other, looking deeply into your eyes before speaking to you with full promise.

"Come with me." Hunter professed wholeheartedly. "You can keep everything you have in that bag of yours and leave all your problems in the stratosphere. Much like you, we're playing this all by ear. But I promise, you will always be safe and never bored when you're by my side." Hunter inched closer and closer to your face, feeling the growing tension flow through you with each wisp of his breath upon your cheeks. You could only speculate what mystery of events that were to come from this chance encounter. It was undoubtedly more of an appealing option than staying here. Though, your insecurities derivative of your present economic situation left much to be considered.

"I can't help but feel like I'd be a burden amongst you... " You break the focus you have on his earthy brown irises and close your eyes in defeat. The next sensation you feel makes all your guilt fade away in a cusp of smoke as your body is engulfed by a supernova of serenity.

Through lidded eyes, you hear Hunter let out a deep sigh. He takes note of your vulnerability and uses it as an chance to confirm everything he said to you up until this point. You feel the soft brush of his long bangs tickle your forehead before anything else. It falls against your lashes in a welcoming dance against your eyebrows. Next you feel the slight stubble of his masculine jawline poke your chin in a startling manner, it emboldened his dominance exponentially. Finally, his lips push against the threshold of yours, coaxing them open in a fierce mission to liberate you of all your fears, worries and painful considerations through the dreamlike taste of his testosterone.

Hunter pulls away from the kiss, admiring your astounded reaction to ask you only one question: "Are you any good with kids?"

Kids? Was he a dad? It's one curve ball after the other with this guy. He was already holding up on the you'll never be bored promise, In particular. Deep down, you always liked them. But trying to keep yourself alive long enough to see daylight overshadowed any need to worry about children.

"Uh... I've never really thought about it before. Honesty, I think they make good company." You nod, smiling into his warm palms, still caressing your face.

"That's all I needed to know." Hunter pulls you in for another kiss, smiling happily into it. This time coiling his arms around you in a more loving motion; a hug to further solidify his promises as fact. At first glance, he looks like he could give anyone in this sector a run for their money. But his familial attachment was primal in his nature. It was a core drive that kept him going. Alive. The name Hunter was growing in unbridled importance with every moment you spent in his arms. He was a cocoon of love that needed the proper conditions to gestate into something everlasting. He saved you from an impending doom with practically nothing expected of you in return.

"Hunter? Is the coast clear? You haven't given me the signal yet." - A distorted voice sounded off from Hunter's back pocket. Most likely a communication device to keep in contact with his aforementioned brother. Chuckling against your lips, he pulls away to address his summons, reaching for the comm device to speak into it.

"Ah- sorry, Echo. The time got away from me." His excuses would only hold up as much as his proof. And he had you now.

"Hunter, you and I both know that's not in your vocabulary. Come on, you can tell me what happened. What, you save the world or something?" Echo beckoned on the other line, obviously not convinced.

"I was on my way over to to see you when a big fare fell into my lap. You know, one of those big ones you can't resist?" His forehead lowers to yours, touching you with the fabric of his bandana while looking into your eyes. It took you a dumbfounded moment to realize he was talking about you.

"Oh... How big?" Echo required a little more detail if he was to forgive Hunter's carelessness.

"Long legs. Beautiful skin. Angelic eyes." He presses his lips to your nose before continuing, "You know. Perfect."

You dropped your head to his chest at that statement and he held you with such devotion, resting his chin upon your crown. You knew that every word he spoke was a matter of fact and you'd have nothing to fear for as long as you were together. Now was time to join his brother, a child, and whoever else that may stroll out from the woodwork. Hunter being such a wild card, you could assume they're not the only ones keeping this kindred spirit company. You felt as if you were being welcomed into a family where yours had previously diminished.

It was a marvel to behold, the treasures that could be found in pawn shops.

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I hope this comforts you!! Once again I am sorry if I forgot anyone, I am still new at this.😅

Babes! So idk who else to share this with but I’m having Tech thots! Like sweet baby Tech having absolutely zero experience and coming to you for help. He’s got a list that he’s composed and wants you to help check them off. He’s done so much research and knows how it’s all supposed to work in theory, but he was not expecting how good it was all going to feel! And like I want/need that! Like corrupting him but not really since he asked but yea. *dramatic sigh* Okay I’m going to go look for some more Tech fics. 😙💨💋

Okay you are definitely onto something I can totally work with because I have been there 🙈 in the teaching position. I'm new to the fic world and this is my first official ask I've responded to. Go easy on me🥺

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"Oh! Thank you, thank you, thank you, Tech! You're the best! Now I'll be able to afford that beautiful scarlet dress I've been wanting!" You're gleaming as you lunge at Tech unexpectedly, throwing your arms around his neck and pulling him in for a peck on the cheek. Tech has taught you how to think your way past Cid's rigged gambling machines and yield the best results when you play.

He smiles against your lips, face hot with blush, "It's merely probability, my dear." He shrugs while nervously rubbing the back of his neck with one of his gloved hands and supporting you against his towering body with the other. "When you know all the variables, it's really quite simple to predict a rewarding outcome. Additionally... I'm quite curious to see that dress you keep referring to. That is, if it's alright with you?" He's looking past you, hoping you won't notice how incredibly bashful he seems. He might be good at gambling but his Sabacc face needed some work. You could see right through him and it invigorated you.

You pull away from the hug and begin jumping for joy, "That's a great idea! It's the least I can do since you showed me such a valuable lesson. Are you sure you don't have anything to do today?" You ask while batting your eyelashes and pursing your lips.

"Well, we're still waiting on intel for our next bounty job from Cid, she said it would be expected to arrive early tomorrow. So it would appear that... my schedule is clear." He finally looks up from the dingy floor to meet your eyes. "Let's go shopping." Tech takes your hand in his and walks with you to the fashion district where you purchase the dress in question. However, you had him wait outside so that he doesn't catch a glimpse before you have a chance to model it for him. You can see he's anxiously tapping his foot and fidgeting with his goggles as he awaits your arrival. You were going to milk this for everything it was worth.

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Finally back to your apartment, you have Tech comfortably sit on your living room couch with a chilled glass of spotchka while you change into your new, favorite little number. He sat awkwardly, goggled eyes darting all over the room in hopes to play off his nerves. Poor thing was hopelessly obvious and it stirred you with overwhelming confidence.

It was better than you imagined; a voluminously ruffled a-line dress that had an array of flaming petticoats layered beneath the velvet gown that halted just above your knees. The waist was fixed with a ruby beaded ribbon that enhanced your figure with angelic precision. The straps were cuffed and off the shoulder, leaving a sweetheart neckline that pushed your breasts up deliciously. The fabric was forgiving and slightly stretchy. It had no difficult fasteners or zippers. The dress slipped over your delicate form with ease and you spun around to watch the ruffles fly with enthusiasm. While at the shop, you noticed you still had quite a bit of leftover credits so you splurged on some darkened maroon, thigh-high stockings that came with garters to clip onto your black lace panties. The straps peeked out alluringly beneath the clouds of fabric flowing from your figure. Enough gawking at yourself in the wall length mirror you have supported by your vanity. Now was time to show off your winnings to the man who helped you acquire them.

With your hand on the knob, you slowly turn the handle and open the door just a crack. "Tech. Close your eyes for me, please? And nooooooo peeking. I'll know if you do!" You gingerly slip your head out to assure he isn't looking. You take a moment to look at him, stiff as a board, sitting on the center of your loveseat with his palms covering the circular lenses of his goggles. Stars, was he in for it.

You tiptoe into the the living room where your guest is literally shaking in his boots. "Okay,. Tech. You can open your eyes now." With your hands beneath your chin, presenting your cherub face to him, you rock on your heels awaiting his reaction.

Tech's jaw falls open, his eyebrows are raised but he doesn't want to appear without manners so he bring one of his hands up to cover his mouth in astonishment. You've left him utterly speechless.

"Oh- Oh my word... You look- Wow!" He can't even form a linear sentence.

"That good, huh?" You smirk in his direction. "What do you think of the ruffles? I hope you don't think it's too old fashioned..." Trailing off the thought, you decide to quickly spin around, making your skirt raise a hair above your waist, intentionally showing off the garters connecting to your undergarments. "Oops! I think I caught a slight draft." You wink at Tech and he tries to avert his eyes to preserve your decency.

"My apologies! The- uhm... the hem of your skirt is just a little short, it would appear that I caught a sight of your- erm... unmentionables." Tech's voice is trembling. He's fearless on the battlefield but this is the first time you've caught him out of his element. You decide to tease him a little.

"Oh! You mean theeese?" Pulling your petticoat up methodically slow, Tech gasps for breath at the sight of your garters, constricting your plump thighs and making his mouth water like he's about to sink his teeth into the ripest fruit off the vine.

"I need to tell you something." He's urgent. The sudden bark in his tone startled and halted your burlesque display. "I haven't been completely honest with you." He crosses his legs after pulling his datapad from one of his holsters, you're assuming to hide his painfully growing member beneath his codpiece. "I wanted to attend this little venture alone because... I've admired you for quite some time. And I have this- uhm... list..."

"A list? What kind of list?" You're dying to know more but you can see from his body language what the list may entail. You've had a crush on Tech since you first met at Cid's and were over the moon to see that he felt the same way.

"I've comprised a list of- well... how do I put this." He pauses, adjusting the frames along the handsome bridge of his nose, furrowing his brow in a slight wince of vulnerability. "They're explicit activities that I have thoroughly researched... but have never had the liberty of- uhm... participating in." Tech's head lowers further and his shoulders come up to cage it between his pauldrons. The soft light of his datapad illuminated his face and dimmed the visible burning in his cheeks as he scrolled through the list. That's when it hits you. He's definitely getting more than he bargained for.

"Tech, if that's what you wanted all along you could have just said so." The tone of your voice raised in excitement, like the trill of a song. "Let me take a look at that list of yours." Walking towards him quickly, you snatch the datapad out of his shaking hands before plopping yourself down onto the suede loveseat next to him. Tech let's out an exacerbated sigh. He's horrendously flustered, more so on display with his bouncing knees. You take it upon yourself to start with the easier activities and work your way up to a more challenging pace.

"Let's calm you down first. Does that sound nice?" You ask him while placing your free palm onto Tech's chest plate, datapad still in the other hand. "It would help if you were more comfortable. Take all this off, okay?"

His skin is hot. You can see a bead of sweat forming above his brow. You've dangerously miscalculated the effect you've had on Tech. He looks like he's going to melt into the couch at your embrace.

"If that's what you want- uhm... I'd like that." the wavering in his voice is ever apparent.

"Tech, this is supposed to be about what you want." you argue incessantly.

You're the first on your feet. You take his hand in yours and bring him to standing and begin sliding the plates of armor along his sculpted body. With each piece removed, his refined and graceful form was better than you could have imagined. The black fabric that gloved him so tightly enhanced the contours of his angular features. He was sharp. Firm. Immoveable. At least that's what he wants his brothers to believe. But for you? He was putty in your hands.

"There. How does that feel?" You purr at him.

"It's- ah.. you were most definitely right. It's marvelously better." When would he start to relax? You wondered.

"Sit back down." He does as he's told with no hesitation. Taking advantage of his position, you climb on top of him by planting one of your knees to his left on the loveseat and straddling his lap with your other leg on his right side. You can feel that he's already rock hard through the fabric in his pants but there's nowhere to hide now. He's interlocked his fingers across his chest as to not touch you before you command. He is such a good boy for you.

"The first things on your list here, we could probably knock out all at the same time, you know?" Raising an eyebrow at him, Tech's breathing has picked up steadily. He's borderline hyperventilating. Maker, he needed to calm down!

"Tech, look at me. Breathe. Relax. You're supposed to enjoy this." You're so worried about him. This is what you wanted but not at the expense of a panic attack.

"I most definitely am. I've just- your proximity... I can't help- You just look so breathtaking. I can't seem to help myself..." His hands leave his chest and they fall behind you to support your back. You smile at him in approval before lowering your face to graze against his.

"Tech, I know you brought a list but that doesn't mean you have to go in order specifically. Don't overthink it. Just do what you feel. I promise you won't do a single thing I won't like." Your words have calmed him to the point that his erratic breathing was now a steady pace. Taking advantage of the calm moment, your lips fall upon his while you take his head in your hands. His warm arms coil around your body, hugging you to his torso. Without precedence, you start roughly grinding against his achingly clothed rod while forcing his mouth open with your tongue. His kisses were just a little sloppy. Unrefined. Tech was so new at this and his enthusiasm rang true. This at least checked off 3 things from the top of his list and you still had a long way to go.

Mouths in tasteful collision, your hands gravitate from Tech's face to his chest, trailing down the hills of his abdomen where the seam of his shirt meets his pants. You slip your hands beneath the fabric and Tech inhales deeply at your touch, completely breathing you in. You're now palming his awaiting cock through your moistened undergarments, soliciting a few startled grunts and moans to spill from Tech's mouth into yours. While distracted by your kisses, you spring his throbbing rod free and his head taps against your soaked panties. Sliding them to the side, you slather him in your arousal. He pulls his mouth away from yours in a violent gasp for breath at the unfamiliar feeling.

"You're- ahhh... You're so wet." His eyes flutter closed as he rolls his head back to the ceiling.

"Mmm... That's all for you, you know." Lifting yourself off, you slither down his legs to where your knees meet the plush flooring of your rugs "But don't think I'm skipping anything on your list by just giving you a little tease."

Stopping for a beat to admire the sheen of your slick mixed with his precum at the tip of his member, your eyes follow each vein, every hidden freckle, the nest of light brown at the base of it all, down to his delicate pair.

"Are you going to uhm... put that in your mouth?" He looks worried when he asks.

"Of course I am. I can't wait to see how you taste." You grin at him through your eyelashes before opening your mouth and showing off your tongue.

"You don't want to wipe that off first?" Is he seriously joking? You would have to enlighten him to the forbidden flavor. Without saying anything, you lower your open mouth, wrapping your lips around his head, making sure to tickle his frenulum with your tongue. His fingers curl into fists on the cushions at your ministrations before you begin bobbing your head up and down his shaft.

You release his cock with a loud pop and reveal that you've completely cleaned him off. "No, I'm definitely not gonna wipe anything off. I want you to see me consume every bit of us. You'll have a taste soon enough." Winking at him, you begin lowering your head to resume your bobbing motion, making sure to dart your tongue out to saturate every inch of him with your saliva.

"You have- ahhh... a remarkable talent, my dear. My research gave me no indication that this would feel so... so captivating." You can feel the tension within Tech's body melt away with each movement you make. Twisting and turning your head, taking his length all the way down to your throat while the abrasive pubic border tickles your lips. You pick up your pace ever so slightly and you notice Tech brings his hands to caress the back of your head. You take that as a challenge and start bobbing at a furious speed. The faded tension is present again and he rips your head off of him in surprise.

"Gah!" He exclaims "I'm terribly sorry. That was just- whew... a little too much. I don't want to- erm... you know, just yet.

Your heart flutters at the thought that you nearly had him. Just by your mouth, he was so close to climax. Tech would be in for a very fun time. You both would.

"Tech, you can say cum. Everything about what you're going through is natural and there's no need to be nervous. If you trust me enough to participate in these intimate activities, you can leave all your inhibitions at the door. Be yourself." Your tongue slips past your lips to tickle his frenulum once again. Savoring the tight bridge of muscle caused him to jolt and pull away in a panic.

"I'll take your word for that! But I implore you to stop your actions immediately if you would like this to last longer than, say, a few minutes?" Tech shyly looks down to admire the clothes he helped you win. "Could you maybe... show me those garters again?" He begs, eyes burning with desire.

Converting your position to standing, you lift your petticoat slowly to show off the tops of your stockings. "Oh, you mean these?" You begin swishing your hips, the ruffles swing back and forth in a playful dance, making Tech's mouth drool relentlessly.

"Yes..." He says breathlessly. "And what an enhancement they are to your already beautiful figure." Taking a couple steps towards him, you sit with your back against the arm of the loveseat, knees spread wide and showing off your painted pair of panties, now absolutely soaking.

"May I?" His affectionate gesture for your permission is making it impossible to hide your dire need to feel his touch. But just like in gambling, it's not a good idea to call your bluff just yet.

"But of course. Firstly, allow me to help you with your gloves." You reach for his wrists and present his hands to your face, middle fingers just a hair below your lips. Gently, you bite down and peel the fabric off of his digits with your teeth, one by one until they're loose enough to be pulled off simultaneously, revealing a stark contrast of skin to the midnight color of the garments. Tech's bright orbitals never leave your form, glowing even through the white balance on his goggles. With each bite and release you hear tiny hitches of breath getting caught in his throat.

"You- you're... that was enchanting." He thinks you're done. But luckily for him, you have a thing for hands. And his fit the bill with flying colors. Long fingers that you wanted to suckle on, just the same as his phallus moments before.

"Let me lube you up first, is that okay?" You're speaking a couple notches above a whisper and you're expecting too much of him to see through your ruse.

"It would appear that you've naturally taken care of tha- Woah!" He practically screams as you put both his middle fingers into your mouth and clench your lips down against his knuckles. Dropping your jaw open, a pool of spittle leaks out and falls like a thick, viscous stream onto the loveseat. Tech let's out a long, shuddering groan at your depiction.

Wiping the drool off your chin, you look up at him with your eyes like full moons, "Did you like that?"

"Like would be an understatement. That was... I didn't put that on my list. I seem to have overlooked a key component in the derivative nature of intimacy... Thank you for- uhm... enlightening me."

"Tech, you have amazing hands. It's a sin to keep them gloved up all the time. My adoration for you extends far beyond what you have in your pants. Once again, I know you have your list but if your mind wanders to something you've not marked yet, feel free to explore. I promise you won't disappoint me." Tech visibly succumbs to your liberating speech. He's had protective barriers fortified around him for years and it was up to you to knock them all down, brick by brick to bear yourself totally and completely to him, and vice versa. It was an effort you took pride in. You loved it. And you could tell that he did too.

"Would you like me to show you how I like it?" You spread your legs wider, exposing yourself as you pull your panties to the side, revealing your glistening slit, petticoat now scrunched up to your chest. With your free hand, you apply pressure to the hood of your clit using your index finger, pressing into yourself firmly with the occasional spin of the bud.

"I- uh... think I can manage that." Tech's hands are trembling, but they find stability within your radiant center, grounding him to the task at hand. You raise your shoulders, clutching the sunset ruffles in your fists as Tech finds a comfortable spot among your pulsing clit, applying pressure in the same motions you did. Only, his movements are slow and meticulously. You're aching to cum on his fingers to give him that gratifying pride of making you climax without insertion.

"Ahhh... do you feel the little pea-sized bundle of nerve endings- GAH! Yes right there..." You're coaching him through the building tension as best as you could through your moans and gasps.

"Yes, I-I think I've got it..." He's concentrating, staring so hard. He doesn't want to make a wrong move and you can tell he's holding back.

"Tech... fa-faster... please..." You're struggling to speak. He's got you so close and all it takes is a good nudge in the right direction.

"I'm sorry, what was that? Am- am I doing something wrong? Should I stop?" He's starting to pull away and that is far from what you've requested. You decide to slam your knees together, trapping him between your thighs.

"No! Don't stop! Tech go faster, please!" Your request doesn't go unanswered. He fulfills it and exceeds all your expectations. With you barricading his appendage, he makes do by vigorously wiggling his fingers. That combined with the build up of slick between your folds and the constant pressure from your legs, it takes little to no time at all for you to arch your back into his hand and ride out the coming shockwave of your orgasm. The blubbering mewls and moans you sing out into existence is more than enough proof of Tech's fondling capabilities. You could see a wide grin of delightful satisfaction plaster itself across Tech's handsome face.

"Ahhhh... Ooh.. oh maker, Tech." You're exhausted with bliss. You knew he had a quick trigger finger but this was remarkable application of skill.

"Was that... good?" His precarious question proved he needed more encouraging.

"Good? Tech that was... You did amazing. If I didn't know any better I'd say you were pulling my leg about never doing this before." You cup his cheek and graze your thumb against his lips with your answer. "But what I really want to know is..." you look down and begin sliding your lingerie up to your knees and unclipping your garters, fully exposing your crevice, "-how you think I taste." You spread your legs again, allowing him to explore every hidden aspect of your body, no longer obstructed by your drenched panties.

"Here, try it." You whisper while pushing the hand he used to get you off to his lips. With an anxious gasp, he tastes your fluids, eyes fluttering closed to commit your flavor to permanent memory. You know what you taste like from sampling yourself before sucking him off in the first few moments of your encounter. The tang has a bite that stings on first contact, much like a ripe citrus, undertones of musk coming through the aftertaste. It was a new flavor and you know he was unfamiliar with it. Now he wanted to quench his thirst, drink from you like a fountain.

A change in demeanor, Tech is on a serious quest to ravage you with his mouth. He stands up from the loveseat and slings your legs over his forearms, pulling you downward until you're laying with your head on the arm of the loveseat. He bows down to his knees and pushes your calves to rest on his back, you can see his lemon lenses refract a beam of light into your pupils. He's a shining star between your legs and his breath is cool against your smooth mound.

"So do I just... What do I do?" He's navigating uncharted territory again. Though, this activity constitutes much more freedom for him to play with.

"Just do what you want, you can't go wrong, I assure you. Lick it. Suck on that little bud you found earlier. Put your tongue inside. I'll love it all because it's coming from you." Your gentle and constant reassurance puts Tech at ease. He nods at you before licking a long stripe from your entrance to your clit.

"Ahhh... Yes... Like that..." You reach your hand down to tousle his hair. Leaning into your touch, he begins massaging your clit with his tongue while resting his face against your thigh. He slips his lubricated fingers inside and curls them against the upper walls of your pelvic floor. If he keeps going like this, you're sure to paint his face with your release and you're hesitant for him to experience that so early in the engagement.

"AH! Stop! Hold on, Tech!" You pull away from his lips and he's sullen again.

"Please, forgive me! You just told me to do what I felt! Was that... incorrect?" He's so concerned with the ability to satisfy you, he can't decipher the difference between a good and bad reaction.

"No no no, Tech that was... that was too good. I just- I'm not sure if your research included what happens when a female climaxes like that? I didn't want to uhm... surprise you." You look at yourself, exposed and swollen.

"On the contrary, that was... actually my goal." He shrugs while smirking at you. You feel terrible for interrupting him, but are evermore surprised that he anticipated your reaction this time. He really pursued everything for the love of science, but you were more than just another test. You both were on a groundbreaking expedition fueled by warmth and endearment.

"Well, how about instead you make me cum on you? Come up here." Tech is on his feet once again, and you're hurriedly shimmying him out of his blacks, springing his cock free as it bounces with lust in front of your hungry eyes. You peel his shirt off him and he towers over you, his height caging you into the cushions as he supports himself with the arm and back of the couch. He's completely naked and you're still wearing the dress and stockings he helped you buy. Suddenly, you feel out of sorts for still wearing clothes.

"Do you want me to take this off? I can show more skin if you-"

"No!" Tech interrupts. It startles you. You've never had anyone not want you to undress for them before.

"I uhm- my apologies. I didn't mean it like that. It's just that- the dress.. it's such a precious accessory. I'd be lying if I said it didn't douse me with pride that I helped you purchase such an elegant addition to your wardrobe. It's... rewarding. You wear it so well. I- uhm... want to see you cum in it again."

"Hey! You said 'cum'!" You jokingly exclaim.

"Huh. I suppose I did!" He smiles full of joy. You've successfully broken down a number of his protective barriers. He's much more comfortable with you now than ever before.

Giggling to yourselves, it's a safe reminder that it's okay for sex to be humorous. You notice a building confidence in Tech that's pulling him more and more out of his shell. It makes you incredibly thankful and honored that he chose you of all people to do this with. His next actions prove your theory to be correct.

He grabs hold of his length, never losing its stiffness through your whole ordeal, and lubricates himself with the mixture of his saliva and your accumulate fluids. Methodically, he begins sliding himself into you, the stretch extends further than his fingers did previously and you couldn't wait to feel him slam against your glutes. You let out a constricted groan that sounds off at the same time Tech takes in massive breath. The steaming, spongy walls constricted against him and it is a welcoming transition from your mouth.

"Oh- fuck!" You gasp, "Tech, you can go deeper. Much... much deeper." Your legs hook around his waist, interlocking your ankles and you use that as leverage to force him to thrust into you. You had to prove you weren't fragile. He could let loose. Check off the rest of things from his list. Eccentric little movements to make this experience all the more memorable for him. And for you.

He begins rocking, pushing himself further into you. Your eyes concentrate on his flexing shoulders, following up his defined pectorals, gritting his teeth and wincing from the pleasure. His hands are furiously gripping the loveseat and you're dying to feel that grip upon your throat.

"Tech... put your- put your hand on my neck." you manage to order him between your high pitched mewls.

"You want me to what?" He whispers, out if breath from thrusting.

"Just trust me." You grab hold of the hand he was using to support himself on the arm of the loveseat and gingerly place it on your throat.

"Squeeze the muscle slightly. Not the windpipe. You'll see what I mean." Tech's hesitant and halts his thrusting completely. You're just a sleeve around his pulsing cock. The awareness turns you on exponentially.

"I hardly believe that is safe. I- this wasn't on my list either. Are you absolutely certain?" You shush his rambling and firmly squeeze your column of muscle, guiding his hand by lightly applying pressure with the tips of his fingers on either side of your neck.

"Now- ugh!" You choke out, "fuck me while you do it."

Tech's eyes widen with your demands. His pace picks back up to a furious snapping once again. You feel him pounding deep and hard as you arch against his pelvis. The familiar tickle decorating the base of his member brushed your clit in a rhythmic dance that had the luscious build you craved. Though you wanted to check one more box off his sinful archive before reaching the grand finale.

Loosening the grip you have on his hand, you coax it to slide the neckline of your dress down, exposing your bouncing breasts.

"Bite me, Tech..." You plead, dewy eyed and wiggling against his hips.

Tech lowers his head and breathes deeply onto your skin. The temperature change wrought you with chills and you shuddered into the cushions. He licks along your jugular before sinking his teeth into your neck, groaning loudly into your ear. It reverberates through your entire body in the form of a falsetto crescendo, your own moan piercing your ears. Tech rips his mouth away from you in astonishment that such a dominant action pried a memorably intense response.

"I see.. You like it a little rough, is that it?" Tech's mouth lands on your right nipple, circling the ring of your areola with the tip of his tongue before lightly nibbling the erect muscle. His thrusts grow more furious, he's leaving a trail of love bites between your breasts that extend back up to your neck, marking you as completely and irrevocably his. The wind chill his spittle leaves keeps your nerves at attention and is pushing you both closer and closer to the cliff's edge.

You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling his face further down into your breasts. His breathing is accelerated and as it clouds your face. He's pulsing deep inside you, hips growing slack as his thrusts morph into shudders.

"You fee so- ugh... I'm close, darling. You're pushing me dangerously close. Where should I-" he lifts himself from your breasts to ceremoniously touch his forehead to yours, goggles bumping up against your brow. Using one of the hands you have embracing his head, you tug on the elastic strap, liberating his eyes so that you can look at him while you succumb to your final demand.

"Inside, Tech. I want you to cum inside." Slipping your tongue back into his mouth, you've got him simply entranced by your pheromones. He fulfills your request as expected and with a starving enthusiasm; moaning into your mouth, growling at your flavor and pumping you full of his iridescent spend. The warmth coats your inner walls and drips out of you with every movement Tech makes. His rod pulsing deep and thorough makes you writhe in ecstasy. Tech motioned firmly into your kiss as the weight of his body went limp. He caressed you in a similar fashion to the embrace you had on him. Pulling away from the kiss, you see how precious his features really are beneath those goggles. With flushed cheeks and tear filled eyes, you admire the glorious end to your precious engagement with each other.

"Tech... now I need to tell you something." He's still sheathed inside you, damp and growing soft incredibly fast. But his curiosity for your words beckons him to speak first, interrupting your thought.

"I think I've fallen for you...cyar'ika." That last word was something you didn't understand. But the rest wasn't difficult to decipher. He confessed that his feelings for you extended far beyond gambling dates at Cid's. He claimed you as his and he wanted to keep it that way for as long as he could.

"That is actually what I was going to say to you." Looking into his gem-like eyes, you chuckle to yourselves and that unintentionally pushes a bit of his cum out of you, dirtying the layers of your petticoat.

"Oops! Let me get that." Shifting your attention to the mess that's forming, Tech gingerly pulls himself out, allowing you to gather the pearly white drippings on your fingers and bring them up to your mouth, quenching your dying thirst.

"My word... Keep doing that and you won't be able to get rid of me." Tech reaches for the towel you have on the side table in order to clean himself off before handing it to you.

"Who said I'd ever want to get rid of you. I love you, Tech. I can be yours forever." Your smile was soft and genuine. He could see the emotion from the twinkle in your eyes. This was the first of many more expeditions to be shared between the two of you and he couldn't be happier for you to have him.

Tech helps you clean off as best as he could before picking you up in his arms and making way for the refresher. His extensive research definitely included a healthy, post-sex aftercare regimen. It only strengthened your appreciation of the kind of thoughtful person he is.

"I love you, too. You're the light of my life and I never want to be anywhere than right by your side." He kisses you with overwhelming devotion. The faint reminder of his bounty job lingered on your mind and you were sure he'd have to leave you starting tomorrow. But you just have to ask...

"Does that mean, I get to tag along on your mission tomorrow?" The question made him defensive. You were sure he'd say no.

"It may be dangerous. I couldn't forgive myself if anything happened to you..." You purse your lips and bat your eyelashes at his protest in the best possible begging face you can muster and Tech crumbles in defeat.

"Oh very well then." He passionately agrees. "I'll have a talk with Hunter when we get back. Let's get you cleaned up and suited with any necessities. You're my guest and your comfort and safety is my priority." He plants one last kiss upon your lips in affirmation before closing the refresher doors behind him. Your desire to be with Tech was clouded by the possibility that they'd vote against you.

"Do you think they'll let me join?" You ask as Tech sets your feet down on the cool tile, then starting your shower.

"If they don't, they'll have to find a new pilot. I won't go anywhere without you." He replies with a smile, slipping your gown off of you until it drops to the floor. The refresher is filling with steam and you melt into his arms while freeing yourself of your stockings.

"That word you called me... what does it mean?" You ask him through the humidity.

"Cyar'ika? It's like 'darling' or 'sweetheart' in Mando'a. If you're mine, I want the others to know it too."

And just like that, an indestructible soul bond formed before your very eyes and all it took was a plucky little research assignment brought on by a lengthy gambling excursion. You couldn't wait to see the colorful reactions to your inclusion, coupled with Tech's immoveable stipulations. In the back of your mind, you hope you'd be welcomed with open arms.

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