#i NEED him your honor

[stellarbit]

Do Not Look Away

Tech x fem!reader

2.7k words NSFW - eye contact kink, unprotected sex, light dom

Tech never really paid mind to eye contact. Finding you staring him down, however, changed that completely and working him up more than he expected.

Notes: 'Sarad' means flower in Mando'an, cute nickname. This gif makes me feral. Just think of that on top of you.

Tech absorbed the details of his surroundings with a meticulous eye, viewing the world around him as an intricate web of data to be analyzed and understood. Eye contact, though useful for evaluating intentions and planning strategies, wasn't his primary focus.

This preference shifted unexpectedly during a routine briefing in the Marauder. While Hunter and Echo discussed the mission's terrain, and Wrecker and Omega showed their usual enthusiasm, Tech was busy ensuring the mission data on his datapad matched the verbal instructions. Satisfied, he pocketed the device and prepared to give Hunter his full attention.

That’s when he inadvertently met your gaze.

You were watching him intently, your eyes steady and revealing nothing that he could easily interpret. Surprisingly, it was Tech who broke the gaze first, a rare moment of vulnerability for someone so controlled. He quickly looked back, his interest piqued by the challenge you presented, and noticed a small, confident smile playing on your lips. It was slightly disconcerting yet undeniably captivating.

This momentary exchange unsettled Tech in a way he hadn’t anticipated. The directness of your gaze stirred something within him, igniting a flurry of thoughts that were less about data and more about the curious look you had. He found himself eager to understand the enigma of your steady eyes and the subtle confidence they conveyed.

For the first time, Tech felt an urge to maintain that connection, to hold your gaze and engage in a silent conversation only the two of you could comprehend. This newfound fascination made him want to explore this interaction further, to understand why you seemed so intent on him and him alone.

Tech had assumed that, under the circumstances, your attention would be squarely on Hunter as he discussed the mission details. Yet, when he glanced away for a moment to check on his brothers and Omega, and then back to you, the intensity of your gaze was undiminished.

As he held your eyes this time, a warmth spread across his face, an unusual sensation for him. His chest tightened, a physiological response that was both puzzling and intriguing.

The way the light caught in your eyes seemed to draw him in deeper, binding him to the moment in a way that data and analysis never could.

He had rarely seen you so intensely focused, and it felt as if he was discovering a new facet of you. Being the exclusive focus of your attention was absolutely fascinating. It sparked a curiosity in Tech - did you frequently watch him?

The thought that you might often watch him with such focus sent a thrill through him, stirring a newfound eagerness within. Though he could never be certain of your habits, one thing crystallized in his mind—he would not overlook such moments again.

When your gaze finally shifted away, Tech continued to watch you, his thoughts now revolving around how he might recapture your attention. His mind raced through potential conversations and shared tasks that could bring your focus back to him. It was a new kind of strategy, one that involved personal connection rather than battlefield tactics.

Over the course of the next few rotations, as the mission unfolded, Tech found himself increasingly attuned to your presence. He noticed each time you looked his way, though these instances seemed to become shorter and less frequent.

With every brief glance, Tech felt a mix of anticipation and dissatisfaction grow within him. Each fleeting moment left him more restless, his mind constantly toggling between the mission data and the enigmatic patterns of your attention

As the mission drew to a close, you were under Echo's care, receiving treatment for a leg injury. Hunter and Omega were at the controls, piloting the ship, while Wrecker had retreated to his bunk for some much-needed rest. Tech stood a short distance behind Echo, ostensibly engrossed in finalizing mission details on his datapad.

Echo was busy tending to your wound, periodically dictating observations for Tech to cross-reference against their medical logs. Despite the important task at hand, Tech found his focus drifting.

When you, perhaps growing weary of the silence, looked up, your eyes met his. Tech’s head was angled towards his datapad, but his eyes were fixed on you.

You stilled at the sight. His gaze lingered with his earlier impatience giving way to a quiet intensity.

The room filled with the soft hum of the ship and the low murmur of Echo's medical updates, but you couldn’t notice anything beyond Tech.

You were the one to drop your eyes first, searching the rest of his face for a clue as to what he was thinking. The sight of a slight smile pulling at his lips sent warmth crawling up your neck and straight to your core.

Just then, a cool touch on your leg snapped you jolted you back to present.. Echo's concerned face came into view as he applied bacta cream—a detail you would have noted had your attention not been so thoroughly captured by Tech.

“"Did that hurt?" Echo inquired, mistaking your reaction for discomfort.

With a nervous laugh, you shook your head. "No, no! Just cool, that's all." As Echo completed the bandaging, your gaze drifted back to Tech. He had turned his attention back to his datapad, fingers tapping away with a renewed sense of purpose.

The rest of the ride back to Ord Mantell was uneventful. Upon landing Echo, Wrecker, and Omega quickly filed out to head to Cid’s. Hunter paused to speak with Tech before following them out.

"Make sure the systems are fully functional. We took fire before we made it offworld; I’d rather be prepped to go rather than make repairs later."

From behind his helmet, Tech nodded, albeit with a bit of exasperation. “I was already on it.”

Hunter gave you a pat on the shoulder as he turned to leave. “Keep him on track, will you?”

Tech had already moved to the control boards by the time you caught up, his back to you as he deftly navigated through the various system checks on the displays.

You hesitated for a moment, torn between the memory of his intense gaze earlier and the task at hand. With a deep breath, you started to walk past him toward the bunks, trying to focus on anything but him.

But as you passed Tech, the sound of the Marauder’s door sealing shut echoed through the hold. You turned, instinctively looking back over your shoulder.

“Sarad,” his voice stopped you in your tracks. The tone, soft yet certain, made you turn fully towards him.

You felt his stare before you saw it.

Slowly, you turned to face Tech, who now stood between you and the door. The sight of his eyes, clear and penetrating behind the frame of his helmet, sent a thrill through you.

He moved towards you with slow, deliberate steps, his gaze fixed intently on yours. "It seems that you have been watching me," he stated, his voice calm yet carrying an undercurrent of curiosity. As he removed his helmet, revealing his full expression, the room seemed to grow smaller around you. "Without my knowledge."

A nervous smile briefly crossed your face, words struggling to form as you met his piercing gaze. "What can I say? You’re easy on the eyes," you managed, your voice barely above a whisper.

He took a few more steps forward, reducing the distance between you. Instinctively, you stepped back, your back almost brushing against the bunks. Tech paused, adjusting his goggles as he noted your movement. His eyebrows knitted together in concern. "Does this make you uncomfortable?" he asked, his tone softening, indicating his readiness to step back if you indicated any discomfort.

“Not in the way you might imagine.” You answered, referring, whether he realized it or not, to the ache growing between your legs.

The slight raise of his brows indicated he understood precisely what you meant.

Without breaking eye contact, Tech raised his forearm and activated his comm. “Hunter, diagnostics are showing this may take some time. If you want this done in short time, keep the interruptions to a minimum.” His tone was firm, ensuring no further disturbances would interfere.

It took only one more step for Tech to close the distance between you. He placed a hand on your shoulder, applying just enough pressure to guide you gently. Your body responded instinctively to his touch, moving backward until your legs hit the cot, prompting you to sit.

Tech towered over you momentarily before he angled his head back, taking in the sight of you sitting wide-eyed before him. His gaze was intense, yet there was a hint of wonder in his eyes as he processed this unusual situation.

With a gentle touch, he tilted your chin up with his forefinger, the air thickening between you. “If you wouldn’t mind…” His voice was low, almost a whisper as he moved to crouch, bringing himself to eye level with you. “Remove your pants, Sarad.”

His hand slid over your thigh, his thumb grazing perilously close to the apex of your legs. “If I am correct, I may be able to help with the discomfort you are feeling.” A confident smile played across his lips, adding to the mounting tension. With a teasing glint in his eyes, he added, “And I am seldom wrong.”

You swiftly removed your pants, and with Tech between your legs, he assisted as much as he could. The feel of his gloved fingers on your skin was unexpectedly intense, the fabric of his gloves somehow amplifying the heat rather than muting it.

Dressed only in your panties, you felt Tech’s focus shift as he noticed the wet spot forming on the fabric between your legs. His head remained still, but his eyes lifted to meet yours, his hand traveling up your thigh again.

His thumb brushed lightly over the wet spot and then slipped between the fabric and your skin right to the source of your wetness. His finger paused and his eyes widened slightly. “Just as I suspected.” It was all he said before he pushed his thumb into you.

A low whine escaped you and your head tilted back, overwhelmed by the sudden pressure. Noticing your reaction, Tech adjusted his approach, replacing his thumb with two fingers into the tender area, drawing your attention back to him sharply.

“Do not look away,” he instructed, his fingers moving with a deliberate, slow curl that echoed the steady cadence of his voice.

You inhaled sharply and found yourself gripping his shoulder. “Then give me more,” you managed, your voice a blend of challenge and plea.

Tech’s eyes widened again, his focus intensifying as he registered your reaction. He pulled his fingers from you, leaving you empty and wanting.

Using your knees for leverage, he shifted his position with the fluidity born of his training. He crawled on top of you, maintaining eye contact as you adjusted beneath him. You lay back with your spread legs on either side of him.

Tech lowered himself on top of you. Caging you in with a forearm resting next to your head, he ran a hand up your neck to lightly grip your face. “I assume you know what I’m going to do.”

Your hands move between you, pulling away his gear as your only response. “Don’t make me wait, Tech.”

A noise came from him, acknowledgement mixed with hunger, and he nodded. You worked him free of his pants, hand grazing over the length of him. He flinched at your touch, momentarily looking between you to where your hand worked on him.

He pulled one of your legs to hook around him and angled his hips to line up with your entrance. Feeling the tip of him rubbing against you, you tried for a view of it, but Tech’s hand found your face again. His thumb pulled at your lip, working your mouth slightly open.

“I already told you,” he grunted as the head of his cock pressed into you. “Eyes on me.”

When your eyes met again, Tech rolled the full length of himself into you. He filled and stretched you out, pushing into you even after being fully sheathed. The pressure he forced into you made you see stars and your hands gripped at his neck, working into his hair.

When he moved, it took everything in you to maintain the eye contact demanded of you. You wanted to lose yourself completely, but you stayed present, jaw opening more at Tech’s grip on your face.

“That’s a face I have not seen.” Tech commented, his voice slightly breathless as he increased the pace. “Show me more.”

As he worked deeper and faster into you, you convulsed around him and in response you felt him throb. Your eyes, that focused look that had entranced him so thoroughly, drove him into long hard thrusts to control his mounting ecstasy.

Your breathing became labored with his steady, relentless thrusting. You drug your nails over the back of his neck, pleading to him, “Tech, wait.”

“Negative,” he panted and, with a groan, changed his angle. His cock hit a soft spot into you, wracking you entirely with pleasure. The grip of your leg tightened around him, matching the squeezing grip you had around his cock.

For a moment, your eyes fluttered shut. The break in eye contact flared something in Tech. He needed your eyes on him. In the moment he thought he may never be able to stomach you looking at anything but him again.

Tech slammed his hips into you harder than before. Shoved deep inside you, he stilled and you arched at the ache of his cock rammed against your cervix. Your eyes flew back open and back to Tech.

“Tell me what you did.” Tech murmured, making you suck in a breath.

“I closed my eyes.”

He moved his hips back only slightly before ramming back inside of you. You moaned loudly against him. “What were you supposed to do?” Tech moved your face side to side, watching as your eyes stayed steady on him.

“Keep my eyes on you.” You said, practically on the verge of tears. You’d wanted this for so long, although this was more than anything you could have imagined. Barely able to keep a coherent thought, you worked your muscles tighter around him.

“Excellent.” He whispered, delighted at the submission you displayed. Tech receded from you and filled you again - over and over. He hadn’t missed the changes in you, the heightened pitch of your moans and the tension rippling through you, when he shifted his hips.

Maintaining that splendid angle, Tech pounded into you. A bit of your saliva dripped onto his thumb at your lip. Curiosity driving him further, he dipped his thumb into your mouth and roamed over your tongue.

The softness of your mouth around him and the moan it elicited from you drove him over the edge. He hadn’t anticipated you’d drive him into a near delirium.

“Sarad, I’m-”

“Do it,” You begged, already knowing what was coming. Your own release ready to unleash. “Please, Tech. I need you.”

Those three words sealed it. His thrusts became rapid and shallow until he grunted against you, completely losing himself inside of you.

You felt him spilling against you, each pulse of his cock releasing another wave of his seed. Your own orgasm squeezing out every desperate ounce of him until he went slack against you, his forehead resting against yours.

The look between you changed, softening. All the tension built up over your mission dissipated as you both relaxed into each other's arms. When his eyes roamed your face, you finally were allowed to do the same to him.

Pulling yourself up, you moved your mouth against his. The softness of the kiss almost working you up for another round.

Releasing your face, Tech pushed up to position himself upright. He righted his goggles on his face and fully took in the sight of you splayed out for him. His own fluids seeped out around his cock still buried inside of you. A satisfied smirk rested on his lips.

"Judging by your relaxed state, I'd say that was effective as anticipated.” He said, wiping the sweat on his face away with the back of his hand. “Comfortable now, aren’t you?”

The pleasant, delirious hum you managed told him all he needed to know. “We can always go again to test that theory.” You purred.

He chuckled, extending you a hand. “After we finish the diagnostics.”

[darylssunshine]

For You

rockstar!daryl au

word count: 1.4k

a/n: finally wrote another fic! my motivation was absolutely crushed by outside circumstances, but this au was too good to pass up. so sorry again for the unexpected hiatus, glad to be writing again 🥳

Your margarita sat empty on the counter before you, beads of condensation dripping down onto the stone below. 

Your friend had told you about this “cool bar downtown,” and, to their credit, it was pretty cool. The lighting was low, with only a few hanging lights illuminating the small space. The color scheme was dark and monotoned, but still tasteful and rugged, with splashes of red accenting the stools and tables. The atmosphere and energy were dark but still inviting to customers and passersby. The tiny bar was filled with the deep sounds of a Creed cover band that was currently playing on the small stage near the back half of the building.

You and the aforementioned friend had only been sat down at the bar for about 20 minutes until a woman came up and started flirting with them. One thing led to another and they both excused themselves to go to the family bathroom to “freshen up.” You and them both knew that wasn't what was happening in there.

Although you were certainly very happy for them, it left you sitting at the bar alone, and not really in a drinking mood anymore. 

The sound of applause snapped you out of your thoughts. The cover band had just gotten done playing their last song. They said their goodbyes and thank you's to the crowd, and even threw one of their guitar picks into the small but loud gathering of onlookers, and a scream rang out, presumably from the woman that had just caught it.

Concerts had always been a staple in your life, and you would go to one every week if you had the money for it. You always just felt at home in the loud and chaotic atmosphere, singing along to your favorite songs with thousands of other people. While, obviously this is not nearly on the same scale, you wanted to check it out anyway. One of the main things that sold you on coming to this bar in the first place was the Deftones cover band that was coincidentally coming up next after the brief intermission. So, you slid off of your stool and sauntered over to the stage area.

You stood at the back of the crowd and leaned on a nearby wooden support beam. Everyone was talking amongst themselves, eagerly waiting for the next band. A small projector was set up on one of the support beams that projected the Deftones logo onto the black curtains that covered the main stage, giving the members access to freely move and switch out their equipment. 

After a couple more minutes of leaning against the support beam and letting your eyes wander around the bar, your eyes snapped back to the stage, as the guitar riff for Shove It started playing behind the curtain. This got a lot of people's attention, some of them yelling and shouting a mixture of excited “yeah's!” The band drew the riff out for another minute until the curtain was abruptly pulled to the side, revealing the guitarist, bassist, drummer, and the lead singer. 

You immediately started lightly banging your head to the beat while scanning your eyes over the rugged group. Each of them had sort of the same look; The body and wardrobe of a divorced dad that didn't have custody of their kids. However, the contrasting guitarist certainly did halt your gaze.

Wavy, long, brunette hair drifted from side to side as his fingers danced across the fretboard. His broad shoulders could be seen tensing up, even through the faded Slayer shirt he had on. You only caught glimpses of his face with how often his hair was in the way, but you could clearly see his scruffy goatee and piercing blue eyes.

You stepped away from the support beam and wedged yourself into the small crowd. Yes, obviously, you wanted to hear the music better and enjoy the experience more thoroughly, but the way that the veins popped out on the guitarist's hands had you begging to get a closer look. 

You managed to squeeze your way into the front of the crowd as Mascara started to play, and your eyes were glued to the rugged guitarist's hands as he played the famous six note riff. But what you didn't realize is that he had started to notice your staring, considering that it was a small crowd. When you managed to rip your eyes away from his hands to his face, he was staring directly at you. Your eyes went wide as you were met with his slight smirk from the stage, followed by the man mouthing the words ‘You're staring, sweetheart.’ Your ears immediately felt hot as you ducked your gaze away and covered your mouth. Did that really just happen? The man was amused by your reaction, chuckling under his breath. 

After a minute of staring at the ground to keep your composure, you looked back up to the stage, only to see the man had moved closer to the front of the stage, biceps now fully in view. You stood stunned, barely bobbing your head to the music, eyes flicking back and forth from his face to his arms. He took a side glance to gauge your reaction, raised an eyebrow and smirked.

Through the next several songs, you two had the occasional interaction. From glances, to mouthing ‘You're so hot!’ which made the man roll his eyes in amusement.

It unfortunately had come to the final song of the set list, and the riff for Risk started playing. You screamed louder than you did for any of the other songs, because Risk was one of your favorites. The man took note of this, and hatched a plan. 

For most of the song, he played as normal, whipping the long hair out of his eyes to occasionally take glances at you.

But on the final chorus of the song, he walked to the front of the stage and began to sing into the microphone along with the lead singer, looking you in the eyes the entire time the verse was leaving his lips.

I know what to say to take you 

Higher, higher

No one else can take you higher

But I will try

I'll find a way

I'll confuse them

But I think I can try

I will save your life

I will save your life

I'll try

I'll find a way

I'll confuse them

But I think I can try

I will save your life

I will save your life

I'll try

For you

For you

You were so overwhelmed with shock and the warmth radiating off your face that you didn't register that the show was over and people were now yelling and applauding. You physically shook your head to break your trance that you were in and joined in on the applause, looking at one man on the stage. He spared you a side glance with his signature smirk, recognizing your high-pitched applause from the rest of the crowd. 

When the applause had died down to just chatter and people had begun to go back to the bar or their tables, he glanced at you again and held up his pointer finger, signaling you to wait. He went over to the opposite side of the stage and grabbed a fine print Sharpie.

Of course, you were still standing near the stage, definitely not still admiring the anonymous guitarist. You had let your gaze wander to the rest of the bar when you heard a raspy “Hey! Sweetheart!” It was him. He motioned with his pointer finger to come closer to the stage, and you moved without a second thought. 

“Hold out yer arm.” He said nonchalantly, with an unexpected southern drawl. You did what you were told, and he gently turned it palm side up, and you blushed even more at the sudden contact. He then took the cap of the pen off with his teeth and wrote his number on your forearm, keeping his hand loosely wrapped around your wrist.

Snapping the cap back on, he smirked once again.

“Yer hearts beatin’ pretty fast there, darlin’. Bet I know why.”

Still having a loose hold on your wrist, it brought it up to his mouth and gave it a deliberately slow kiss, eyes not leaving yours.

Finally letting go, he moved a stray hair out of his face and remarked, “Name’s Daryl, by the way. Glad ya enjoyed the show.” Followed by a wink.

You watched in flustered shock as he casually went back to his band members to chat and put away their gear. 

Emily was never going to believe this.

[nanamin-nah-nanamine]

Just had the most cursed horny thought about nanami making sure you’re drinking your water and eating your meals(especially if you struggle with that) by making you send him pictures throughout the day and FaceTiming you if you’ve forgotten or are having a hard time and being like “it’s all done? Show me your tongue? Good girl.”

PLEASE IM SO FUCKING DELUSIONAL

Reblogs are really appreciated if you like my work :)

[dreamingofep]

This picture is new to me and I just-

I can’t handle him! How does he look all disheveled yet so damn good! Excuse me while I stare at him for the rest of the night🫠

[stargirlrchive]

sleepy early morning conversations w simon where neither of you are making sense !! (i need, he’s so domestic and soft :c) like it’s 3 am and somehow simon telling you he’s getting up for a glass of waters ends up with you sprawled out on his chest and talking about insane hypotheticals and aliens and what you think colors would taste like.

[bakakween]

good lord…..

[joshsindigostreak]

I’m yearning extra hard today, I fear

[shouyou910]

*giggling and kicking my feet* kdjfjkdjd i knoooow he’s evil but this had me just!!!!!

[kaelatargaryen]

I was fine before I knew Ewan Mitchell existed.

[ilovemesomevincentprice]

Vincent Price as Gerald Pyncheon

Twice-Told Tales; The House of the Seven Gables (1963)

[bigsister-is-watching]

Resurrection fest 2023 (pt.1)

[bloodibambiidoll]

who gave this man the right 😭

Ughhh he’s so cute right here. I’m feeling soft this morning. I’m imagining going to visit him on lunch at work because he’s not on a case right now. It’s been a long first half of the day already, just one of those days where it feels like every single thing is going wrong. When you walk in and plop down in his desk chair he sits front of you, looking at you and the little mini version of you sitting on your lap.

“How’s my beautiful girls today? You look stressed baby. Are you giving your mama a hard time today?”

And then he’s just so sweet, walking around with your toddler and showing her around the office so you can sit and relax. Letting her jump up behind Morgan and scare the shit out of him, auntie P let’s her sit in her lap for a bit and play solitaire on her computer so you and Spencer can eat together for a minute.

“You’re a good mom, you know? And you’re pretty beautiful too, in case I haven’t told you today.”

“Yeah? Well you’re not so bad yourself, doctor.” You wink at him and bite your lip, knowing what you calling him that does to him.

“Oh you’re sooo gonna pay for that when I get home later.”

“Good. I was hoping so.”

(Idk why I wrote a whole ass blurb LMAO but I just imagined him being so cute n sweet the minute I looked at this pic and I also really want to be his baby mama fr. 😩)

[soda2005]

[sparrowofthedawnsworld]

I- I uhm- he- i mean- when like— *heavy breathing*

[skrunklybf-archived]

i feel like shinsou would be the perfect person to just sit with and do your own things but ✨ together ✨

like….. he has his head laid in your lap and he’s playing a game or scrolling on his phone, you’re reading and gently scratching his scalp and running your fingers through his hair

you spend an hour in relaxed comfortable quiet before he rolls over, burying his face in your tummy, mumbling something about needing a nap and you already know neither of you will be running those errands you kept putting off

[megamindsecretlair]

The way im finna act up watching this movie. Lakeith 🤤🤤 and James McAvoy 🤤🤤 and its by the same director that did The Harder They Fall. Prepare to be sicka me 😭😭😭

Anybody else loving that these directors find their perfect actor muses and create magic? Black magic!