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The bad batch: where + how they kiss you

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[Crosshair]

-Cross likes to kiss you on your hand

-He'll always take your hand and press a soft kiss to it

and he'll linger with the kiss knowing how much it makes you flustered

-Cross likes to mutter words to you such as 'cyare' and 'you're perfect'

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[Hunter]

Hunter likes to kiss you on the cheek

-He'll wrap an arm around your waist, and he'll press a soft kiss to your cheek.

-He'll then lean his head against yours and you'll find yourself leaning more into him

-Hunter likes to keep one of his hands resting on the side of your face too

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[Wrecker]

Wrecker likes to kiss you on the nose

-He'll usually lean down [since he's so tall] and will press the softest kiss to your nose.

-Soon a smile will fall on his lips and he'll end up pulling you into a hug.

-This will usually end with you giggling.

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[Echo]

Echo likes to kiss you on the head

-He'll bring you closer and press a kiss to your head.

-Echo likes taking your hands in his when he does and the cutest smile will fall on his lips.

his smile is so lovely so it's always so perfect to you when he smiles, plus he deserves to smile

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[Tech]

Tech likes to kiss you on your temple.

-He'll lean down and press a kiss to your temple.

-Tech likes to keep his head on top of yours, just taking in this moment

'cause you don't get much time to yourselves, to be able to enjoy this

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I had insomnia last night, so I drew our beautiful clones 🖤

(That’s not perfect, but meh…)

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i call this one ‘Omega and Wrecker get ahold of the aux cord and Crosshair’s on the brink’

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Brothers

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“My body, my choice” only makes sense when someone else’s life isn’t at stake.

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He’s not sure how to feel 😉

[ Gregor ] • [ Cody ] • [ Echo ] • [ Fives ] • [ Howzer ]

[ Rex ] • [ Wolffe ]

**Prints are now available!**

Please submit your orders here.

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MORE.

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Keldabe doodle between Cross and Hunter, bc shit they need it so bad

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Kinktober Day 2

Kinktober Day 2 : BDSM/Knife Play with TBB Hunter

Title: Distracted

Pairing - Hunter X Female!Reader

Prompt - BDSM/Knife Play

Word Count - 682

Warnings - NSFW 18+ (18+ minors DNI), implied sexual acts, knife play, blindfold, dom!Hunter, semi dirty talk, established relationship, consensual, I didn’t say this was gonna be good,.

Author Note: Sorry this is short, today is a BUSY day.

Song - Swim by Chase Atlantic

 You knew it was wrong, but how could you possibly help yourself? Hunter was so skilled, especially with his favorite weapon. The way the vibro-blade moved so effortlessly in his hands. He was different on the field, more ruthless. It was a testament to his strength, he didn’t even need a blaster. 

You found yourself admiring your sergeant in the heat of battle;it was so hard to focus. And when you found him in the pilot’s chair that night, mindlessly twirling the blade between nimble fingers, you almost forgot why you even came down in the first place. 

“Can’t sleep?”, he asked, admiring you under thick lashes. 

“Not really”, you chuckled quietly, finding comfort in the chair next to him. 

His gaze returned to the vast starlight in the window, a comforting silence shared between you. Yet, your eyes trailed to his fingers, the vibro blade, and you found yourself absentmindedly biting the skin of your lip. 

Hunter was so soft.  Especially with Omega, but even you. The most gentle lover you’d had, but something primal in you woke up seeing him so brutal. He was almost cocky on the battlefield. And the thought of the same blade that had taken the life of others pressed against your throat, those same agile fingers working you to an orgasm, made you so so wet. 

Hunter coughed, immediately breaking you from your daydream, heat forming underneath your cheeks.

“What’s on your mind”, he questioned, studying the expression of your face.

His heightened senses answered before your words could, but he stayed quiet. 

Hunter could feel the way your pulse sped up, the warm flush spreading across various areas of your body, the sudden wetness between your legs caused by previous thoughts. 

He sheathed the knife back into his armor, leaning forward with a quizzical expression.  

“It’s nothing”, you replied, swallowing the nervousness. 

Hunter grunted, eyes leaving your own to trail down to your lips, your chest, the way your breath quickened. You squirmed. 

“I know you too well Ad’ika, tell me what you want.”

“You wouldn’t like it”, you admitted, knowing too well the sergeant would immediately scold you for the suggestion. 

“Try me”, Hunter replied, rising from his seat to tower over you, finger lifting your chin to look up at him. 

You rose, feeling suddenly so small in front of him. Hunter slowly backed you up until you hit the control panel. 

“Your blade”, you started, “you’re so..skilled..with it.”

He knew you were nervous; flustered. It was late and the day had been long and he found amusement in watching you stumble on your words. 

“You know I’d never hurt you”, Hunter assured sternly. 

“I know”, you replied softly under your breath, eyes heavily focused on his lips.

You almost didn’t notice the clone untying his bandana, dark strands of hair falling over his eyes. 

“Tell me to stop”.

You didn’t. Instead, welcoming the sudden darkness over your vision. The fabric soft against your skin. Your body began to shake, but not in fear. 

Hunter gradually eased the blade from the sheath in his armor, and he sensed the way your body responded. 

Your breath quickening, shallow. The sudden throbbing  of your pulse. If it weren’t for the way you squeezed your thighs together, he would have assumed you were afraid. 

There it was, the cold, electrifying feel of the vibroblade against your throat. 

“Is this what you want?”, he whispered in the most sultry, husky tone.

It was almost uncomfortable to swallow the lump in your throat with how proximate the blade was. You allowed a whimper to escape. 

The anticipation of what was to come was unbearable. You were so desperate to feel any relief he wanted to provide. So wet knowing how truly vulnerable you were, how easily anyone of his brothers could wake up and find you a whimpering mess, their brother’s knife held to your throat. 

Hunter pressed a soft, lingering kiss to your forehead. As if to remind you of how safe you really were, but how merciless he was going to be to your pleasure.

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Hi! First of all, I really love your writing. I always enjoy reading your blog 💓 so I was wondering if you could do a headcanon of the batch reacting to a SO with a small breast, and maybe she's a bit insecure about it? Thank you if you'll do that. Sending hugs!!

Thank you so much! Reacting... in my personal experience men usually only know what we are insecure about if we specifically tell them about it. So I hope it's okay if I pick that approach.

The Bad Batch x Fem!Reader HC's - Small Breasts

Warnings: Possibly Suggestive In Parts 18+ (just to be safe)

Hunter

Making him aware of your insecurity leaves him puzzled. Hunter is looking at you and he doesn't really get it right away. He's confused and frank about it.

"Okay. But what exactly is it that makes you insecure about that? No wait don't show me right now... unless you want me to get hard right here and now"

In his eyes you are pretty the way you are, nothing on your body seems like a flaw to him. If Hunter is at your side, he is attracted to you the way you are. He is not that fixed on physical appearence anyway. Scent, voice and the way you move and talk are much more prominent for him than anything else.

Echo

Cute Echo knows about insecurities. He's fighting with them since the citadel and he's actually doing pretty good. In your case he thinks it's unnecessary.

Echo thinks you are beautiful, he adores you and he's showing it every day. He'll touch and caress every part of your body you feel insecure about with special love and care, just to show you how much.

"You are perfect the way you are, Cyare"

Wrecker

"Love, everything about you is small and I love it!"

He means compared to him you are so delicate and small. His love is unconditional, real and deep. Wrecker loves everything about you and he would never want to change a thing about your body.

"Mesh'la only thinking about them get's my blood pumping. If you ask me there is absolutely nothing wrong about your boobies"

Tech

"My boobs are so small..."

Tech looks up from his holo pad, blinking. Seing you fiddling with your breasts in your bra. His blood slowly but surely starts rushing to his loins. But outwardly so far he keeps his cool.

"And?

"I wish they were bigger"

"I don't see any need for that", he says matter-of-factly.

"It would look nicer, wouldn't it?"

He's not sounding matter-of-factly anymore as he says, "You could take of my cod piece to find the answer to that question"

Crosshair

He wordlessly starts to undress you as a result. His long slender fingers cupping your breasts softly.

"They do feel pretty perfect to me", he says suggestivly with a smirk.

His love language consists mostly of teasing, physical affection and protective services. Don't be surprised if he drags you to the next bed and shows your boobies some love in every way he knows.

Ko-Fi (If you feel like giving me some coffee)

@rintheemolion

@andyoufollowyourheart @clone-whore-99

@brynhildrmimi @kaliel2310

@misogirl828 @tech-deck

@meshla-madalene

@chxpsi

@thebahdbitch

@nahoney22 @ladykatakuri

@darkangel4121

@ttzamara

@arctrooper69

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RIP, Bad Batch

(Also Hunter’s drawing fan art of Shaak Ti)

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Wiggle Room

Tech x F! Reader (NSFW)

Word Count: 6.8k

Summary: Tech's finger pointing habit is annoying to you. But he has and idea that may benefit the both of you.

Tags: NSFW (18+), Fingering, PiV smut, Pure filth haha, teasing, gambling mention,

You can’t stand it.

He does it all the time! 

That stupid finger point thing.

“Tech is using it right now!” You yell inwardly. How is it that he doesn’t notice how annoying it is?

Watching him explain a correction to Hunter’s statement about the hyperdrive, Tech sticks up his pointer finger in the air as if to say ~“I know, and am better than all of you  combined.”~

It pisses you off something awful. You don’t know what even compels you today, but you can’t hold back a small moment of attitude when you see him do it yet again.

“Sheesh Tech, that’s all you use that finger for don’t you?” You give a snarl towards his figure who is looking at Hunter, but now his attention is fully on you. Hunter gives you a look of confusion and decides to back up from the possible explosion of heated words.

“I apologize y/n, but I must have misheard your statement. What is it about my finger that you are so intrigued by?” Tech is mere inches from you. Looking downwards to your shorter form as if to say he is still superior to you. You huff and cross your arms in front of you.

“You do that thing with your finger so much it pisses me off!” You puff out your chest, trying to make yourself look bigger in retaliation. 

“I do not understand why my natural habits are such an annoyance to you y/n, but I assure you that I am in no way trying to mock you.” Tech states his response in the same manner he always talks. Which only annoys you more. How can it be that he is so calm and collected all the damn time?

You can’t help a grumble that erupts from your throat, making Tech cock his head when you turn around and storm off towards the cockpit. You didn’t hate Tech, but you can’t ignore that at times he did irk you, the finger thing being one of the many ways he did so. 

Tech, still perplexed at your anger, follows you to the cockpit. 

He carefully watches you as you stomp around in an irritated circle, your mouth puffed out and eyebrows furrowed so angrily you could feel a slight headache form in the front of your head. 

“...y/n…I am fine with you being irritated by my mannerism however, if you would not mind fuming somewhere outside of where I need to be right now?” Tech steps a few inches closer to you, considering trying to grab your shoulder to keep you from wearing a hole in the floor, but he holds back.

You stop mid way and give a steely glare towards Tech. But, it does feel weird having to actually look up at his taller frame to catch his eyes. The moment you do however, you reset your composure and take a deep breath.

“Look, I’m sorry for the outburst Tech, I’m just a little annoyed and stressed out right now.” You know this isn’t a real apology, but you can’t let him know the real reason you’re upset. You don’t want to make it any worse than it felt right now.

“If it is stress that is making you have an elevated emotional outburst, perhaps a temporary leave of absence is required to help you out?” Tech states, and you’re taken aback by how quickly the words fly from his mouth.

“HAHAHA!!! You wish I was stressed enough to leave, don’t you Tech?” You give him a glare while having a laugh, the boisterous sound does cause Tech to tense just a bit from the shock of it.

“I do not wish for you to have to leave my presence y/n, I do find some comfort in the mild prattle we seem to share every few cycles.” You cock your head to his choice of words, does he mean to say he likes you…or he likes arguing with you like this?

 “Technically–” Tech continues on his point, and…like many other times his finger is pointed up which immediately draws your eyebrows down into a sour expression. 

“He’s doing it again…” you think behind gritted teeth.

“I do not wish such extreme levels of stress on anyone, even good stressors, at such high intensity, can cause disturbances in brain functionality and hinder productivity.” Tech is partially oblivious to the pout your face now imbued, only stopping his explanation when you let out a huff to get his attention. 

“What exactly is that expression for y/n?” You can clearly see that Tech is getting a bit frustrated himself, the dryness of his question is less of a concern for you now as it is for his own sanity.

“Okay, okay, you want to know the truth, Tech?” You look him right in the eyes, a burst of confidence finally allows you to speak your mind.

“Every time you put your finger up like this-” You demonstrate his exact pose. Pointer finger extended up and around your eye level. “-It irks me because you always do it to prove a point. Or to show you know more than everyone else. We get it. You’re smart, we are not ...the end!”

Tech is staring at you wide-eyed and actually at a loss for words while you berate him and yourself to an extent. Once you finally let out a deep sigh at the end of your vent, Tech clears his throat to speak.

“I apologize y/n, I never would intentionally use my mannerisms to insult anyone. It is just a habit that I have utilized in my speech for many cycles.” 

“Well, I think it’s annoying honestly.” You didn’t think about the statement you just made. A bit harsh in your own terms, but you were in a rather boiling mood.

“It is not something I can easily stop myself from doing. It is a neurological impulse that I have had for a very long time.” Tech is about to do the movement in that very moment, but stops himself knowing that the conversation is directed at the very motion.

“I bet Tech, that you couldn’t even go one day without using that motion while you’re talking to someone. It’s impossible.” You stifle a bit of a snide laugh, trying to simulate a mocking tone, but failing in affecting Tech’s demeanor.

“You are probably correct in assuming so y/n. However I have a proposition.” 

You cock your head slightly, a proposition? What could he possibly propose as an idea to this? 

“Okay….go on.” You snort, tapping your foot like an impatient child.

“If it's a bet that you desire, then how about one where I can have some mutual satisfaction. It would not be fair for me to put everything on the line and not receive some kind of benefit for my sacrifice.”

What is he talking about? How could him not using his fingers like that possibly be such a high stake for him?

“What exactly do you have in mind there?” You decide to give him the benefit of explaining himself further. Crossing your arms, you patiently wait for his terms.

“If I am able to make you achieve orgasm using only my index finger, then you can no longer make any snide comments about my use of it as a method of conversation.” 

Wait….what? 

You almost choke on nothing. Being completely off guard with what you think you just heard.

Did he seriously just suggest something so…suggestive to you?

“Hold on, can you repeat that for me Tech?” You cup your hand to the shell of your ear, wanting to make absolutely sure you heard him right the first time. 

Taking a step towards you, Tech’s face now glimmers a hint of lust? Desire? You’re not really sure, nor do you care. Taking another step closer his chest is literally inches from your heated face.

“I said, if this annoying facet of my body, that being my index finger, can render even one orgams from you, then you can no longer make off handed comments about my uses for it in conversation.”  Tech sets his end of the bargain by holding out his hand, awaiting you to finalize what could be a very interesting next few minutes. 

You gulp audibly at how dark his tone sounds, pondering the thought and dare to ask him further into his inquiry.

“Okay, but why something so….naughty? This is kinda forward of you, no?” You feel the heat spread from your face, downward when you can see him stare right through your shocked state.

“It is not by accident that I make such a suggestion, mesh’la. I have noted many times where I could tell a shift in your demeanor around me has been, of a certain sexual connotation. Am I wrong in presuming so?” 

You feel exposed, and you’re not even naked. How could he possibly think that you have some kind of lust for him? 

Well, there have been times you have seen the boys in only their undersuits. Seeing just how well defined their musculature is, and the subtle outline of their….nether regions has been a sneaky thought that had crossed your mind late at night sometimes. 

To be fair, Tech had been the one who was most often strutting around the cargo bay and the ship in only the tight fitting suit. His claim always being that he can’t prolong his time under the cockpit wearing the full armor. 

It does seem pretty annoying to deal with the strain, but in any case, you had a very good mental picture of what he looked like underneath all of the clothing. Maybe a few too many times, where you occasionally let a few fantasies take over your mind, watching him work.

“Y/n, I am awaiting an answer from you.” Tech’s comment snapped you out of your little haze, his hand still extended out in an effort to get you to hurry up and decide.

You take a minute to consider all the possible outcomes from this. It could become quite awkward if this turns sour, but in the current heated moment you push the future consequences aside.

“Deal.” You reach out your hand and shake his firmly, just the size of his hand alone doubles in comparison to yours. The thought of those fingers *ahem* finger.. inside you is already making you weak in the knees. Tech can tell how much hotter your body has become just from the simple contact. His grip on your hand becomes tighter as he pulls you along with him towards his bunk back in their shared room.

“W-wait, we are going now? I thought you needed the cockpit?” You have to holler a bit due to the fast pace that Tech was whipping past all the other ships in the bay. Passing by Hunter and Echo you get a quick glance at their confused faces but then turn when you can feel Tech pull a bit harder at your hand. 

Once you were both inside the room Tech pulled you straight into his chest. Your head colliding against his collarbone almost smashing your nose. You look up to see a strange look you never saw before plastered on Tech’s face.

Was it smugness? No, perhaps a bit of confidence? You didn’t think much of it until he leans down and captures your lips into a fiery kiss.

You were completely taken by surprise by this bold move, Wide eyed and gasping into his lips, you feel Tech push you back until you fall back onto the mattress of his bunk. Loose wires and scrap blueprints are scattered on the bunk which you push to the side while he cages you with both hands on either side of your head. His lips still locked on to yours.

You moan into his mouth, his lips softer than you imagined. Feeling a bit cheeky yourself, you slide your tongue out to press against his lower lip. Asking for entrance, he obliges and lets his own appendage slither against yours. The make-out session here was sloppy, open mouthed kisses that would cause bits of saliva to connect your lps back into each other, Tech’s hands sliding along the curve of your cheekbones, down past your neck. 

He contemplated, for a brief second, just how easy it would be to squeeze the arteries there. The idea of limiting blood flow to your brain while he finger fucks you into a deal-breaking orgasm makes his own blood flow south. The Intense flow of arousal makes the fabric of his trousers feel tighter against his crotch.

Tech continues his mapping, letting his hands slide agonizingly slow down your sides, keeping your shirt on and finally coming to rest them on the base of your hip bone. 

You gaze at his hands, the very hands that you were not only moments ago making fun of, now nervously anticipating what kind of wonders they could do to you. 

“Before I continue, I must ask you y/n, do you truly want this? I do not wish to continue this if at any point you are uncomfortable, my dear.” Tech’s hands are placed gently on your waist, holding you lightly enough you could wiggle out of his grasp. You give him a puzzled look before speaking. 

“What do you mean Tech? Ah– I thought you didn’t like me enough to not care?” Your question is partially answered when he deeply kisses your lips once more. He presses his hands deep into your waistline, feeling the soft warmth of your flesh ripple and blanket over his calloused fingers. Pulling away, he gently sucks your bottom lip, smiling warmly before he speaks.  

“I do not have any malice towards you y/n, while we both do find each other’s presence to be…conflicting at times, I would still not wish to make you uncomfortable when it comes to any form of intimate acts. Even if this situation is not a romantic gesture, I still want to make sure you are okay with this, and you are properly stimulated. Is that alright with you?” 

You feel your heart beat faster knowing that even if he finds you annoying at times too, that he still cares deeply about your well-being. Even with the current predicament being one of a one-up bet against each other, Tech still has sense to ask and comfort you before proceeding with his intimacy.  

Well, maybe not intimacy in the standard definition. But nonetheless, you bite your lip and nod, waiting for his next part of his plan.

“Very good mesh’la. Now, hold out your arms for me, would you?” Tech slides his hands up your torso, stopping along the hemline of your shirt, and instead of removing it grabs hold of your forearm insead. With the other hand, Tech grabs a line of rope that was placed next to you and wraps it around your wrists and then to a separate post along the corner of the bunk. 

Once he is done tying your wrists to the posts he leads his hands down to your waist. With another confirmation from you he slowly removes your pants and undergarment, sliding them down your legs and neatly folding them in a pile against the bunk’s floor. Now uninterrupted, Tech is completely transfixed on your body. Taking in the soft blend of coloring, and the delicate curves and creases that marked your skin. 

“You are such a marvelous sight to observe, Mesh’la.” Tech’s features look softer, more warm at this moment. You wonder if he is even thinking about the actual reason you are both here.

He takes his time softly running his hands down along the inside of your thighs, pressing into the soft malleable flesh while sliding them down your legs until he reaches his desired part. Using the other two pieces of rope he spreads your legs apart gently, tying both ankles to their respective corners of the bunk. 

You were now fully spread across his bunk. Your lower half is on full display for him to begin the bet. With a delicate touch, Tech runs his hands along the inside of your thighs again. Being careful to not go right for where he was supposed to. He wanted to tease you enough, make you beg for him to fuck you with his finger. That oh so annoying, dexterous and long digit, with just the right amount of roughness to really add a sensation unlike any other….apparently it was already working. 

You watch intensely at how he inches closer and closer to your pussy. The grin on his lips is paired with a furrowed brow in concentration and deliberate sabotage of your own disinterest. Tech was determined to break you down, to make you scream and beg for him like a prayer. He was betting his own physical signature on this.

You hitch your breath when he finally runs his finger along the outer labia, the rough texture of his calloused pad makes your hips tremble against the bunk. The heat of your body shifting right to where he was touching you, playing with you.

“Do not try to fight it Mesh’la. This is your body’s natural response to being in an aroused state. As I begin to massage the outer labia you cannot help but want to experience more of my touch in your most sensitive areas.” Tech’s voice sounded a bit deeper when he said that, making your blood run quicker down below.

You glare at him, trying to imagine something about him that would turn you off just a smidge. Anything at all, but all you can think of is the damn finger! You decide to look away, you can’t let him win, and his face is too damn hot when he’s fully concentrated to look at. You try to focus on the spot above your head.

You can barely peek out the writings that were haphazardly scribbled on the ceiling. Seeing the various formulas that were cluttering the blank spaces, it made you smile inwardly. You thought it was cute, in a sorta sad way, that he had so much data and ideas in his genius mind, yet nowhere to really write it all down except on the walls of their shared room. Maybe something like a new datapad would be a nice—

“Aiiee!” Your train of thoughtfulness was interrupted when you feel the smooth and warm glide of his finger in between your folds. The sideways and meticulous slithering of his digit along your parted flower is already becoming a problem for you.

“It appears I do not have to do that much foreplay down here, it looks as if you are already quite wet for me.” Tech coos, sliding his finger delicately along the slit of your folds. 

Gathering a rather copious amount of your arousal onto his dexterous digit, he leads the tip of his finger back up to your sensitive pearl and lightly taps it a few times. The shockwave of pleasure shoots straight through your spine and drives your whole body to quiver against the mattress. Your ankles and wrists pulling taught against the knots. 

“It’s okay if you need to let your true emotions out my dear. No use holding back if it feels good.” Tech teases you by adding a circular motion to his tapping on your clit, the coil in your belly is already forming. With his intelligent touches, he glides his finger from your clit back down to your opening, giving you an intense look in your eye before slowly pressing it inside you. 

You bite your lip hard, the sting aiding in holding back the desire to moan when Tech finally slips his finger all the way inside you. Your insides clench around his finger so tightly that Tech himself groans at the thought of your beautiful walls clamping on his hardening member.

“Hmmm Mesh’la, you’re so tight around just one of my digits, it does make me wonder just how nicely you’d feel wrapped around my cock.” He shoots you a not so subtle smirk, holding his finger in place. 

“Heh, you wouldn’t last long if I were Tech.” You smugly reply, hoping to try and stave off the deeply planted need for his cock to be inside you. You have a bet to win. No way are you going to let his little smutty quips get through to you!

“Perhaps not, however given how much you’re fighting against the restraints, I can tell that you can barely fight how good it feels yourself.”

With his retort Tech wiggles his index finger inside of you, allowing your walls to be slowly opened up. The motion of his finger deliciously massaging your canal is already such a wonderful sensation you can’t help a few sounds to flow out of you. The high pitched moans and sighs from you are melodic to his ears. You gyrate your hips to the same motion of his finger. Trying to keep as little stimulation as possible from happening, but lo and behold, Tech notices your little game and with his other hand, grabs your hip and presses it down hard into the mattress. The unyielding grip he has is sure to leave bruises but you don’t care right now.  

“Ah-ah Mesh’la, I can’t have you move around, that would be an unfair advantage you would have over me.” Tech teases you in a scolding manner, not wanting you to be in pain he loosens his grip just a bit and massages your mons while his finger is still stretching you open.

Tech crooks his finger inside you, pressing firmly against that spot which forces a long moan from your lungs. The way he slowly curls and motions his finger within your walls while simultaneously kneading your hips really does show how skilled he was in every facet of the human body.

You can't help but squirm in place, the soft rope on your ankles and hands starting to burn into your skin from the friction. Tech can tell just how much more you need, more of his fingers, or something else he cannot be certain. However he curls his lip at your desperation and presses the hand on your hip a little more firmly. His fingers massaging your pelvic bone.

Another deep reach of his finger has your breath hitch. Curling it up against the spongy part of your walls, which forces your head to fall back and your back to arch slightly off the bedding.

“Ahh it would appear I have reached to where the underside of your clitoris is. Fascinating— how such a sensitive and hidden bundle of nerves is within a comfortable reach of this particular appendage.” Tech’s lingo may be direct, but the way he is talking to you right now makes your whole body tingle. Just a small little playfulness to his voice really drives the nature of his game.

Every so often Tech would pull out his finger partially and use the base of the finger, where it met his palm, to stroke your clit. The sensation of your pearl being stimulated is almost too much, watching him slide his finger back in and out to provide you the most pleasurable experience– You cannot believe how well thought out and experienced this man was with making you feel fully fucked.

With one goddamn digit! 

No. You can’t let him win! You have to pull through!

You bite your lip holding back another moan that threatens to erupt. Almost drawing blood at how hard you had to concentrate on not letting his ministrations get you to climax. You can feel the burning desire building in your abdomen, slowly but surely, and you can tell that Tech is starting to feel the same way. 

Peering at his furrowed eyebrows in concentration while he hunches over your half naked form. His legs are starting to wobble slightly, having to re-adjust his position between you every few seconds. The growing bulge in his undersuit is clearly noticeable, and you gulp at the sheer girth that you can peek from behind the dark fabric.

“~For such a slender guy, he’s definitely got a third leg” You think to yourself.

The problem being that seeing how thick he was, it made you all the more aroused at the thought of him fucking you with that girthy stick of meat between his legs. 

“Hmm, it would appear that something has made you produce a bit more of your arousal from inside, wouldn’t you agree my dear?” Tech catches you staring at his lower region, the lustful deep rasp in his voice makes you gulp at his words. Tech goes back to fingering your pussy, his ministrations inside of you getting faster and more erratic in their rhythm. 

You are on fire at this point, your whole body squirming on the bunk trying to shake out the coil that is increasingly getting tighter with every curl and “come-hither” movement of his finger. You want to break free and just pounce on him. Toying with him as he is you, but you also realize halfway through your own stupor that it was ultimately your decision to go through with this arrangement. 

You didn’t even know if Tech would be interested in you after this little bet was over. 

And judging by how you can feel and hear your heartbeat in your ears, you were pretty sure it was just as good as over.

“K-Kriff tech I’m gonna–” You didn’t want to admit defeat, not yet. You had to try and fight it as much as possible. But you can no longer hold back the flood of your orgasm as Tech swirls his finger inside you, once more pressing firmly up into the spongy bottom end of the nerves that formed the clitoris.

“That’s it, be a good girl and cum for me darling.” 

Your legs tremble around his torso, the sheer magnitude causing the bunk itself to shake with you. Your vision goes completely white, the nerves within your whole body sizzle from the sheer power of your release.  Seizing the opportunity, Tech slowly pulls out his finger, coated in your release and slides it up and down your slicked folds, allowing the tip of his finger to rub small firm circles against your swollen pearl. The overstimulation forces a choked sob, and your back to arch so far you fear it might snap.

“Are you ready to admit defeat there my dear?” Tech taunts you by sliding his soaked finger up your body, stopping right at the hem of your shirt. “It would appear that I have successfully accomplished in getting you to orgasm by using my index finger alone.” You barely have any energy to speak, only giving him a shy nod before biting your lip out of frustration and embarrassment. 

“Very good. Now, I think there is still time for us to keep our session going. What do you think?” Tech takes the second of rest to undo the restraints on your legs, but not your wrists. The cool air stinging the slightly raw section of skin.

Your body has already recovered from your first climax and now you have no need to hold back what you really want from him.

“F-fuck me Tech, please..I need you inside me.” 

“I am impressed with how quick your refractory period is y/n, however I am not done with making you squirm just a little bit more.“ Tech responds to your desire by slipping two fingers inside you this time. Gently rubbing your clit with his thumb while effortlessly sliding his fingers back and forth through your tender walls. You can barely hold back the sob that comes forth. You were surprised he was going back in with his fingers, you were hoping he was just as ready, as you were, for him to impale you with his cock. 

Apparently he has a bit more control than you. 

“Since you seem to have already lost this little bet, I might be kind enough to give you an extra amount of stimulation out of my own interests. One orgasm barely scratches the surface of what I have planned for you.” Tech leans forward just enough that his fingers dive deeper into you. The pressure building between his thumb on your clit and the meeting of his fingers from the inside causes you to shiver on the bed.

He releases his hand from your hip, to push up your shirt, revealing that you weren’t even wearing a bra today. Smiling devilishly, Tech leans down and captures a perk nipple into his mouth, sucking hard.

“F–ffahhh, Tech!” You cry out at the sensitive pebble being sucked into his warm mouth. His hand finding purchase on your other breast and gently kneading it between those damn fingers like soft clay. You want to hold his head in place, card your fingers into his soft brown curls but you are still restrained. You curse inwardly and moan with every flick of his tongue, all the while Tech resumes his thrusting with his fingers inside you, changing it up by slowly adding in a third finger into your aching cunt. 

“Look how well you take my fingers Mesh’la. Such a tight and warm fit, which means I think you’re still not ready for my cock yet.” His voice is strained a bit at his last word, the hot and tight erection within his suit becoming quite painful. 

“Ahh– Kriff Tech, please, you already won the bet, just please I..” Your begging is cut short when Tech adds a bit more pressure upwards against your G-spot, the slight change making you arch your back as far as you could go, pushing your hips closer to him.

“Please what My dear? If you want me to do anything else, be a good girl and ask me nicely, surely you can do that, now that you failed to make a fool of me?” Tech holds you in place again, keeping your hip from moving around with his fingers still buried inside.

“F-fine” you sob defeatedly “Tech–fuck me please, I won’t be angry at your little habits anymore, just please– I need you so badly!” You can barely hold back the tears that start to prick the back of your eyes. You didn’t care anymore! You just wanted him to fuck you, break you in half! You wanted all of him! 

“Ahh there now y/n, that’s better. I do believe that I cannot keep my own arousal contained underneath this textile any longer.” Tech kisses your breast once more before using his unoccupied hand to pull down his suit, allowing his cock to pop out. You gulp, hard…just as you watch the thick and erect third leg of his to be fully revealed to you. 

You were correct in your assumptions that he was packing some serious meat there. Maybe not as big as some of the regs youve been with, or even Wrecker (but honestly, who could compare to that Stallion?) What he lacked in length, he definitely made up for in his girth and curvature.

The tip, already gleaming with pre-cum, was well defined and had a deep ridge to the base of the shaft. You could already imagine how amazing it will feel, but you keep a wide-eyed stare as you peek at the long and rigid veins that wrap around his shaft. No doubt the flow of blood from his patience earlier caused a great amount of energy and discomfort being neglected this long. 

“Is there something you see that you like Mesh’la?” Tech interrupts your drooling session to get your attention. You give him a shy smile and nod your head, waiting for his next move, hoping it was exactly what you were wanting from him. 

“Hm-hm, I would assume so judging on the wanton expression on your lovely face.” Tech chuckles softly, stepping closer in between your spread legs, he grasps his shaft and slides the tip of his cock along your parted folds. You whine from his unrelenting teasing, still restrained so you couldn’t pull him closer. Tech slides up until the tip is barely grazing your clit, lifting up his shaft he gives your clit a few taps, making you yelp from the sensitivity. 

“Tech—please” Your voice is barely there, so beyond desperate it comes out as a mere pathetic whimper.

“Yes yes darling, I can hear you.You have been quite patient despite the pathetic pleads and begging you’re emitting.”  

Tech lines up with your opening, grasping your hips with his hands he slowly but firmly pushes the tip of cock into your soaked pussy. Even the two times he stretched you open with his fingers was still not enough to prepare you for how thick his cock felt sliding into you. You hold your breath, gripping the sheets where your hands were still tied, gritting your teeth and hissing from how full and stretched you feel. 

In tandem Tech is also hissing from the squeeze of your walls around his cock, having to fight the urge to just slam himself into you and fuck you silly. His own composure, normally a high priority in every situation, is hard to keep when your tight warmth is this enticing to him.

“Unnf Mesh’la– your vaginal canal is inviting…so warm and tight.” Tech words come out huffed, but still with his usual mannerisms intact.

“Oh for crying out– just say pussy Tech! It’s– f-fuck… more appropriate here.” You want him to let loose, just a little more, as a favor to you for losing. It’s the least he could do!

Tech rolls his eyes at your outburst, gripping your hips a bit firmer, and finally slipping all the way in, until he is flushed against you. The immediate feeling of being stuffed full with his cock rips a loud and wanton moan from your lungs, the fact that you can’t touch and feel the bulge that is slightly poking from his cock spurs you to wiggle around and feel it shift inside you.

“Trying to take control again y/n? I don’t think so.” Tech takes the reigns by sliding out slowly before thrusting back in, repeating the motion until he was fucking you in a steady rthymn. 

“K-kriff Tech! How are you– Ah– this big?” You can barely fathom, even after seeing how much he was packing, to now feeling every inch of his girth stretch you with every firm thrust. It didn’t seem plausible, but you can’t complain when he fills you just right.

“Ahh, I did explain it to you..Unn– not a few clicks earlier did I not?”  Tech’s smarmy interjection is in complete contrast to how he was currently transfixed on your lower half. Watching the bulge that was sliding through your tight walls, he could barely hold in the guttural groans that would follow with each deep and wet slap of his hips into yours.

Your back arches further and further with every roll of his hips as he pounds into you. The amount of power he has behind his thrusts ignites the ember once more deep inside your belly. 

The wet sound of his thighs slapping into yours was obscene, and you could feel his cock rub against your walls so deliciously. It almost becomes too much when he straightens himself up slightly and takes his hands to move under your knees and presses your thighs further apart. He pushes them up until your knees are almost touching your chest and pulls the tip out of you before slamming back harshly. 

"TECH- AH Oh Fuck!" You practically scream at the change in position, His cock now brushing at an angle so it hits that spot that he’s already abused with his fingers numerous times.

"Good girl, keep screaming my name like that my dear. Let everyone know how good I can make you feel." Moving his head he steals a burning kiss from you before rising back up to focus his attention on fucking you properly.

The pace he was going, you knew you weren’t going to last long. You could feel the tight coil in your belly begin to unravel as another deep thrust had you shriek in ecstasy. 

“T-Tech, I-Im so close...please” you beg, in between thrusts, your body increasingly getting hotter as the coil threatens to finally snap. 

Hearing that Tech takes one of his hands and returns it to your clit and erratically begins to rub tight circles around the swollen bud.

"Cum for me, cyar'ika, cum all over my cock pretty thing." he growls. His thrusts became erratic as he was nearing his own orgasm. Feeling you clench even more around him.

"Kark! Yes Oh-Teee-ch!" you practically scream his name, as your body convulses and an enormous wave of pleasure blinds your senses for a split second. Your walls clenching harder around Tech's cock as you rode the wave until you were nearing another point of over-stimulation. Noticing that Tech was still going hard chasing his own orgasm. His brow tightly knitted as he gritted his teeth.

"Ah-Kriff, y/n where do you want me to–?" He growled,

"Inside me, Tech please!" you whined with the last bit of energy you had.

With that Tech hunched over you, your legs pushed so far back against you chest they threatened to snap, and gave one final harsh thrust to your cunt before spilling his hot seed into your aching walls. The low growl he emitted made you shiver as you kept a vice around him, milking his cock as much as he could stand. 

Finally coming down from your collective highs, you winced as Tech slowly pulled out of you, watching as some of him cum slowly dribbled out of you. 

Your breathing is labored, your skin covered in a thin layer of sweat that Tech, upon glancing at your shimmering body, leans down to lick a warm long stripe from your mons to the bottom of your breasts. Taking a moment to drink in the view of your spent form, Tech surprises you, and himself when he places a soft kiss on your forehead. Wiping away the strands of hair plastered to your skin. 

“I do believe that my end of the deal has been met with satisfying results.” Tech smirks softly, but with a hint of intentional wit. Gently, he undoes the restraints against your wrists and massages the slightly indented skin.  

“A smart remark from the brainiac himself.” You giggle, playfully slapping his arm as you do.

“Precisely. Now I do believe we should get cleaned up, as tempting as it is to stay here, we do need to head back with the others soon before our next briefing.” Tech pats your hand before pulling you up to your feet. Letting you brace against him when you can feel just how wobbly your legs are from the soul pounding experience.

“Oh fine, I guess we will have to hide the scent trail from Hunter. He’s going to be quite suspicious if we come back smelling like sex.” You press off Tech’s chest, gaining the blood back to your legs and grab a fresh pair of clothes from your footlocker. You grab all your toiletries before heading towards the shared refresher, Tech right beside you with his arm gently laced around your waist. 

~Some time later~

“Technically the formula for Hyperspace travel is based on a set of numerous variables. Including the Class of the Hyperdrive itself-” Tech can be heard through the ship attempting to explain Wrecker’s previous question.

You watch him from the back end of the ship. Getting all your personal effects in place for the next set of missions.You can see the signature move of his finger raised in the air, and a little flush of heat creeps along your face.

Hunter can see a soft smile formed on your face, staring at Tech as he continues his proud lecture to an otherwise distracted Wrecker.

“What’s gotten into you?” Hunter asks.

“Hmm? Oh, nothing. I just find it kinda cute how Tech always points his finger when he explains himself. It’s charming…in a way.” You slightly fluster which does not go unnoticed by the puzzled Sergeant next to you.  

“Wait…I thought you hated his little pointing habit?” Hunter’s head tilts slightly to the left, his face in a quizzical ponder. “You made such a fuss about it before you both left in a hurry.” 

“I did?” You innocently question. “Oh, well, maybe I had a change of heart. Tech can be very convincing.” You smile before walking past Hunter to join Tech and Wrecker in the cockpit.

Hunter’s eyes never leave your form as you do, a slight lingering smell wafting across his nose makes him squint a little, and notice a slight wobble in your gait.

“Yeah…very convincing indeed.” Hunter mumbles. A low chuckle echoing within the hull. 

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Finally caught up on the Bad Batch. I’m so normal about it

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Bros gotta do what bros gotta do…

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Hands On Experience

Tech’s trying to teach you. You’re being… inattentive.

Pairing: Tech/Fem!Reader

Rating: Explicit (18+ only!)

Warnings: This fic is filthy. Hand kink, glove kink, spit, degradation and praise kink, Tech being smug and nerdy, fingering (f receiving), pet names, hands free orgasm

“It’s truly not a difficult concept to grasp.” Tech sounds exasperated from where he stands above you, and he motions to the various wires strewn about the workbench.

And normally, you’re pretty sure, you would have been able to understand what the clone was saying, but you’re… distracted, having watched Tech’s expert hands work on the wires before relinquishing control to you. He handles things so delicately, fingers long and graceful. Those hands are what are currently habiting your mind, images of them stroking your thighs, squeezing your breasts, your throat, plunging deep inside you…

Tech waves a hand in front of your face. “Hello? Are you listening to me?” Your eyes snap up to him, wide as dinner plates, face beet red. Tech sighs. “Apparently not. What’s that face for? You look like you’ve been caught doing something you’re not supposed to.”

What a rather apt description, you think wryly. You know Tech is waiting for a real answer as he pushes his goggles up the bridge of his nose. You sigh. “I’m sorry. My mind is elsewhere.”

“Where else could it possibly be?”

You shrug noncommittally, refusing to meet his eyes now out of shame. He softens a little. “Would you like to stop?”

“No!” You say, mostly out of fear of disappointing him. “Just… show me again?”

How can he deny you? He hunches over the workstation, going back to explaining how to connect the wires. Black goes to… red goes to… oh shit, you’re staring at his hands again, practically drooling, eyes wide. You hope that you can pass the expression as attentiveness, but Tech’s clever mind sees right through your facade. He casts a glance at you, which you miss, and follows your gaze not to the wires, but his hands. A subtle blush paints his skin, and he stops mid-sentence. You blink and cast your eyes to him, surprised by his loss of his train of thought. The technician clears his throat. “Darling, is there something you need to tell me?”

Humiliation colors your face a shade deeper than it already has, and you swallow. It’s time to come clean. “Tech, I… you… your hands.”

“What about them?” Tech looks at his hands, then back at you quizzically.

“They’re… pretty.” You swallow the mouthful of spit that’s gathered in your mouth again.

Tech blinks once, twice. Now it’s his turn to not grasp the concept. “Pretty? What do you mean?”

“Do I really need to spell it out?” You’re starting to feel a little nauseous with embarrassment, covering your face in defeat. The following admission is muffled into your palms. “I want to feel them.”

Another couple of seconds goes by as Tech processes your confession. You can practically hear his synapses firing.

“I’m going to need you to speak a little clearer, darling,” he murmurs lowly. The tone of his voice sends a shiver rocketing down your back. You remove your hands from your face to look up at him, and behind the yellow tint of his goggles, you swear you see a glimmer of hunger in his dark brown eyes. Your mouth drops open, then closes again, mimicking a fish out of water. The shadows of a smirk grace his full lips. “Go on.”

You’re entranced by him. He’s truly gorgeous like this, illuminated from below by the lights of the work bench, hunched over you just slightly, intimidating and graceful at once. The words spill from your lips. “I want to feel your hands, Tech.”

He tuts. “I’m going to need you to be more specific, darling, as you can feel my hands in a multitude of ways.” He brings a finger up to trace the curve of your jaw, letting the tip of it rest underneath the end of your chin, holding you still with no effort at all. “Like that, for example.” The smugness in his voice doesn’t go unnoticed. Your heart practically stops in your chest, heat pooling in the pit of your stomach. You think he knows exactly what he’s doing.

You grasp at the dwindling straws that are your thoughts, trying to conjure up the words to describe what you want him to do to you, but all that you manage to say is ‘touch me.’

He legitimately looks like he’s stifling a laugh, his shoulders twitching and lips curling up. “I am, sweetheart,” Tech teases, pressing up against your jaw. You frown petulantly up at him. “You know what I mean.”

“But I don’t,” he proclaims innocently, his spare hand moving to clutch at nonexistent pearls. You roll your eyes at his dramatics, but can’t help but smile. It soothes your frayed nerves, and you bring one of your hands around his palm and drag it up to your cheek, pulling him to cup you instead. His thumb idly swipes against the apple, smiling down at you softly. “You know, if you don’t want to do this, darling… we don’t have to.” He says it quietly, soothing you. You press your hand against his. “I want to,” you reassure. “I’ve wanted to, for a long while. Please, Tech.”

His demeanor changes with that, slipping back into dominance with your confession. He straightens up and gently grabs your jaw, fingers digging into your molars and thumb on the other side. Your eyes widen at the motion, and he smirks down at you briefly before his grip slackens just slightly. He seems to have misread your expression, because he asks, “was that okay?” You nod enthusiastically. “Yes, Tech. I want to see this side of you.”

His lips twitch, an unreadable expression on his face as he processes your words. The clone leans down, breath brushing your ear, and you shudder underneath him. “If you want to stop, just say ‘stop’,” he says, words spoken softly, and he takes your earlobe in between his teeth and gives it a delicate nibble. Tech’s breath is steady and warm, and goosebumps rise on your skin and prickle the hairs on the back of your neck. He works his way from your ear to your cheek, kissing it, before capturing your lips with his own.

You never gave him enough credit; Tech is an excellent kisser, lips moving expertly against your own as the two of you embrace. Your arms wrap themselves around his neck, and he reciprocates the motion by weaving himself around your waist and hauling you up, supporting your weight against his chest. The kiss deepens, and after a few moments you can feel his insistent tongue slipping across the seam of your lips.

You open your mouth to him and he wastes no time in plunging in, his tongue sliding against your own. You shudder and moan against him, your nails slipping against the plastoid of his cuirass, and his hands venture lower to boldly grab two fistfuls of your ass. You let out an involuntary gasp, knees getting weak under you, and he huffs out a little laugh into your mouth. Taking exception, you nip at his lip, and you can feel his fingers grip your flesh tighter through your pants.

Tech eases you back and up over the lip of his workbench, sitting you against it, and his lips break from your own and move down to your jaw, then neck, planting desperate, open mouthed kisses over your pulse. You tilt your head back to allow him more access, moving to start unclipping his armor, listening to the unceremonious clatter each piece makes as you remove it. Surprisingly, Tech doesn’t break away to straighten the plastic pieces out, he just continues lavishing kisses to your skin, moving now to your throat. As his codpiece falls away, he spreads your legs and steps between them, straightening up with a certain gleam in his eyes behind his goggles. “Now, tell me, darling,” he purrs, running his hands up and down your clothed thighs, “why exactly could you not focus again?”

Your face flushes, heat creeping up your neck and flooding your cheeks. You inhale, trying to relax. “I was thinking about your hands.”

He hums, trailing his fingers up closer to where you needed them most. “Go on…”

“I was thinking about your hands,” you repeat meekly, heart climbing into your throat, “touching me… in inappropriate ways.”

“And what inappropriate ways were you thinking? I’d love to fulfill your fantasies.” His fingers continue up up up, the tips of his middle now brushing the crease between your thighs and core. You almost clench your legs together. Almost. You swallow again, trying to steady your breathing, and Tech tuts at your hesitation. “Come on, darling,” he murmurs, brushing his lips against the side of your neck. “I don’t like to be kept waiting…”

You whimper when his fingers grip your thighs, wanting to force the words out, admit all the dirty things you need him to do to you. You finally manage to open your mouth. “Please, fuck me, Tech. Fuck me with your fingers.”

You can feel him smile against the crook of your neck, nuzzling you slightly. “That’s a good girl.” The praise shouldn’t affect you as much as it does, but you can feel another wave of wetness soaking your panties, and you let out a shuddering breath. Tech’s deft fingers easily work the fastener of your pants, and he tugs the garment down as you lift your hips, along with your panties. The cool recirculated air in the cabin makes you shiver, goosebumps rising on your skin. Tech drops your pants with no preamble, then spreads your legs again. His fingers spread out slightly on the flesh, and he observes in interest the way it gives under his strong fingertips. He gives your thighs a squeeze, which makes you giggle, and he smiles. He heard it said that if you don’t laugh during sex, it’s not good sex.

Your pussy looks delectable, he thinks idly, tracing your outer lips with a single digit, and cooling wetness gathers around it over his glove. He brings the soaked finger to his mouth and makes sure that you’re looking in his eyes when he sucks it into his mouth, savoring the tangy sweetness of your juices. Your mouth waters yet again, watching him, almost wishing that were your mouth he was dipping into. He watches you as you swallow. Tech’s following grin is downright filthy. “Open up, darling,” he murmurs, tapping your jaw, then humming appreciatively when you follow his directive with no hesitance. You wait for him to move, but he just takes a moment to stare at you, shirt rumpled, mouth open, legs spread and cunt dripping against his work bench. It was a dream he never thought would come true.

Your pitiful whine draws him back to the present, and he finally presses his index and middle finger against your tongue. You automatically drool, and attempt to close your mouth around his fingers, but he tuts at you disapprovingly and slides against your muscle. Shuddering, you have no way to stop the line of spit that slips over your lips and runs down to your chin. You can faintly taste yourself on his glove, along with a bitter undercurrent of oil. It hardly sways you, your mind foggy with desire, and you drool more, feeling it run down your neck. Tech watches on with a hungry grin, pushing his fingers carefully deeper into your mouth, not wanting to prematurely activate your gag reflex. Your pathetic whine is music to his ears, and his smile only widens. “I have to make sure my fingers are properly lubricated, darling,” the clone teases. You almost roll your eyes, thinking, I don’t think that’s necessary.

After another moment, Tech removes his hand from your mouth, a line of drool momentarily connecting you to him. He spreads the digits, seemingly satisfied with the amount of spit he’s gathered. You watch it glisten against his glove, and blush again, feeling utterly debauched and he hasn’t even touched your clit cum yet.

Finally, finally, Tech’s hand lowers again and moves in between your legs, and you keen when those two fingers press directly against your slit, but not yet breaching between your folds. He chuckles. “I’m barely touching you, and you’re already needy. How pathetic.”

The latter comment was a shot in the dark, a little experiment on his part, but it serves him well as he sees you shiver, looking down timidly. “Did you like that?” he asks, applying just the smallest amount of pressure against your weeping cunt, barely teasing you with what’s to come. He sounds earnest in his question, and it warrants a response. You nod lamely, lifting your eyes from the smudge on the floor you were previously focusing on in your shy state. “Y-yeah.”

“Yeah? Just yeah?” He presses, dipping his head closer to yours. His lips just barely brush yours from here. “I need you to tell me if you’re uncomfortable, mesh’la.”

The foreign word rolls off his tongue so easily. You don’t know what language it is, let alone what it means, but before you have a chance to ask Tech’s pressing the tip of his finger against your clit and your mind blanks out. You suck in a gasp, spreading your legs wider, wanting more more more. He rubs lazy circles around your hard nub, waiting, watching every microexpression that crosses your gorgeous face. Your eyes are closed, eyebrows are pressed together, and lips forming the cutest little ‘o’. You want to give him a real answer, tell him that the degradation does things to you you never even expected, but you can’t find the words. There’s nothing but Tech.

“Did you know that the head of the clitoris contains more than 8,000 nerve endings?” he asks conversationally, pressing down harder, circling it faster. “For reference, the tip of a penis has half that.”

Tech’s not sure you even hear him, you’re so lost in your own little world. He sighs. “Darling… did you hear me?”

You nod blankly, shuddering, feeling your entrance clench around nothing as Tech’s finger speeds up even more. You didn’t actually hear him, but details, right? Tech doesn’t fall for it, because he leans close to your ear. “Recite,” he instructs.

You will your mouth to move, stuttering on your words. “T-the… uh…”

His finger stops, and you whine, pushing your hips up against him. His hand smacks your thigh and pushes you back down. “You didn’t hear me at all, did you?” His tone is deliciously condescending. You whimper and shake your head.

"Oh, darling, you're so desperate that you can't take that empty mind of yours off of fucking me?"

Pride swells in Tech’s chest as you drip against his fingers. It seems to him that degradation really does something to you. “Don��t worry. I’ll take care of you. I know what you need.”

With that, he slowly pushes a single digit into your throbbing cunt. Your head leans back and you moan, probably too loudly. Tech slaps a hand over your mouth, muffling you as best as he can as he works his finger in and out of you. His finger drags over a different spot each time he pulls out, seeking every single weak spot inside you. You can feel tears welling in your eyes from the pleasure and how happy you are that he’s here, that he’s the one doing this to you. His head drops to your shoulder. “You’re so tight,” he breathes, ghosting his thumb over your clit. Your thighs shake even at the suggestion.

You garble something against his hand, and he lifts it briefly to let you speak. As soon as his palm leaves your lips, you’re chanting ‘more, more, more’, with a ‘please, Tech’ thrown in for good measure. He groans softly, turning your face to press a needy kiss to your lips before he pulls away to nod. “Of course, darling.”

And then he’s working a second finger into you, his now unused hand sliding down your body to manipulate your clit comfortably. He mutes you with his mouth, pushing his tongue in and making out with you properly. It makes you dizzy, how he’s working you over. He’s pressing against your G spot now, fingers circling over your hard nub in tight circles. You’re so tight now, clenching rhythmically around him, your peak rapidly approaching.

He pulls away minutely, sharing pants with you in the close proximity. Sweat is starting to bead on his forehead, goggles fogging at the edges. “Cum for me, darling. Cum on my fingers.”

His words, combined with the perfectly timed strike to your G spot and clit, spells your undoing. Your eyes clench shut, shaking as you orgasm, pushing your hips up against Tech’s hands. You can’t hear it with the blood rushing in your ears, but you must scream, because Tech kisses you hard, shutting you up. This prolongs your orgasm though, and you moan into his mouth as you ride the high. He works you through it, gently stroking his fingers in and out of you, before removing them from you. He murmurs praises on your lips, “you did such a good job, darling. I’m proud of you.”

You’re winded, and you lean your head on Tech’s shoulder, boneless and blissed out. But the first thought that crosses your mind…

“Tech, what about you?”

He chokes, then awkwardly adjusts his goggles. “That won’t be necessary, darling. I, uh…”

Is he… embarrassed? “What?” You implore.

Instead of speaking, he gestures awkwardly down towards his legs. You had missed it at first because of the dim lights and the color of his under suit, but there’s a significant wet spot where his softening cock lies. Your eyes widen.

“It seems your release abruptly triggered my own.”

You giggle. “Well, it seems like you need someone to… clean you up then.”

His cheeks redden, and his eyes widen behind his goggles. Then the hungry gaze returns.

“Perhaps I do.”

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clone force 99 + struggling to fit them

tags: implied sexual content, pet names

Hunter

“Easy, sweetheart, breathe. Breathe for me. There’s a girl. Believe me, I know. I’m almost there, just a bit more. Good girl. Relax - oh, kark, there it is. Good, pretty girl. All for me.”

Wrecker

“There you go, pretty girl, just like that. Don’t worry, I’m going slow. Heh - didn’t think it’d be this much, did ‘ya? Here, I saw something once - kriff, you like that, yeah? Faster? I think I can do that.”

Tech

“It’s vital that you relax while I penetrate you, darling. I won’t be able to fit in if you don’t. Ah, ah, there we go. Keep breathing like that. Oh, such a good girl for me, cyare. You’re taking me so well, just a little further. That’s it. Good pet.”

Echo

“Spread your legs just a little further, love, i don’t want to - oh, kark! Yes, just like that. Maker, you feel so good and tight. Hey, hey, breathe. Hold on… in and out, just a little, like that. Perfect. Perfect girl.”

Crosshair

“You’re eager, aren’t you, kit? Come on, don’t hide from me. Let me - dank ferrik, there it is. Relax, pretty thing, take a few breaths. I’ll keep here for a minute. Unless… ah. There it is. I know - feels heavenly, doesn’t it? Breathe again, princess, and hold here. Good. So good for me.”

[primrose--path]

Okay, Tech will never admit to it, but he finds it super sexy when you wear his goggles during the sex.

Especially when they don’t properly fit on your head so every bounce on his cock the goggles are slowly slipping down, which gives him the excuse (as if he needed it) to hold your face.

Take it away! ;3

A little something for you, my love! 1k words, gender-neutral reader, but feminine leaning.

When you first joined the Batch as their mechanic, Tech instantly didn't like you, purely because "why do we need a mechanic? I possess all the skills necessary to keep ourselves, and the Marauder fit for work-" blahblahblah, and in all honesty, you agreed with him, despite his negative way of saying it.

But the GAR has assigned you to this squad, so unless the Sergeant decides to dismiss you, then you're here to stay. (And there's no way that Hunter is going to do that!)

You and Tech have got off on the wrong foot… well, Tech has a grudge against you as he views you as his 'replacement,' but you're simply trying your best to get on with everybody - which you're doing a great job of!

Tech always insists on doing repairs, and it gets to the point that Hunter has to intervene, pull him aside, and chew some sense into him. Tech will sit and sulk, pretending to put his focus into one of his side project, when he's really glaring at you in the corner of his eye like a grumpy child. Wrecker has the nerve to comment that Tech is only jealous, and… let's just say that that argument didn't end well. So, after a few weeks of getting on with your work, you decide to give your friendship with Tech another attempt. To his surprise, you ask for some assistance with soldering the hull of the ship after a crash landing, and Tech jumps at the opportunity. He's only doing it to flex his skills, but hey, maybe this is what you need to bridge the gap!

To Tech's surprise, the only protective gear that you pull on is a pair of thick work gloves (and your overalls, but they're almost always on,) and Tech practically screams at you! He insists that you must wear some form of protective eye gear, despite the fact that you're only soldering tiny wires together on the lowest setting - a job that will take twenty seconds, tops.

Nether the less, Tech rushes off, and soon returns with a spare pair of goggles, a replica of his most beloved ones. You pull them on, despite feeling like a goof ball, and get to work. It doesn't take long for the thought of Tech's goggles to slip from your mind, and you spend most of the day with them on, working as if they're now part of your uniform.

Tech, despite getting on with his work, keeps catching you in the corner of his eye. As smart as he may be, he can't understand why he's feeling the need to loom over you, that is, until you decide to take a break.

After breaking a sweat, you unbutton your overalls, and wrap the sleeves around your waist, leaving your upper half in your tank top, your skin able to breathe at last! Tech's goggles come to rest on your forehead, and you're finally able to give your eyes a good rub after discarding your gloves.

Ah, there it is! The realisation! Tech finally understands why he's been acting so strange towards you, ever since the start. Sure, having his job 'taken away' definitely hurt, but he seemed to be seething purely because you're attractive, and he doesn't know how to proceed with that information. He's spent his entire life around his brothers, Jedi generals, the Kaminoans, and Mandalorian trainers - all of which aren't romanceable, (although that hasn't stopped some of his vode… Commander Cody!)

And then comes along this pretty mechanic, now wearing his goggles, and currently asking him, "what are you staring at, Tech?"

"Oh!" Tech sputters. "I was… well, I noticed that you are having a break, and I was considering doing the same."

"Have a break then, Tech," you shake your head, not understanding why that was such a big decision for Tech.

You two finally have your first, proper, civil conversation on your break, both sharing snacks, and enjoying a mug of caf. The friendship builds from there, and hey-ho, before you know it, you're both in each other's grasp!

It was your idea to keep his goggles on during one of your many intimate moments. They're your goggles now, but you still refer to them as "Tech's spare pair," despite Tech's protests that, "they're a gift, an item to ensure your safety, darling."

You two shouldn't be fooling around whilst attempting to do repairs, but the Batch are out on a supply run, and you two haven't had a moment alone since the other week when you snuck off on Kamino. The Batch totally don't know about your relationship - winkwink!

Overalls are discarded, as well as a certain someone's codpiece, and you can tell that Tech is considering stripping off more armour as you sink down onto his length, seeing as he's burning up at the sight - his darling, still half-dressed in uniform, wearing his goggles, is bouncing on his cock whilst letting out the sweetest sounds that he's ever heard.

"How the kriff do you manage to keep these on?" you laugh as you move your hands up to shift Tech's goggles up onto your forehead, but a sudden hand on your arm stops your movement.

"-Leave them," Tech gasps. His eyes suddenly turn wide after his outburst, and he begins back peddling, "-I mean, that is… if you want to? I find their loose fitting rather attractive… and-"

"-Tech," is all you need to say to shut him up. "I'll leave them on, even if they are slipping down my face."

A firm pair of hands grasp onto your hips, and with caution, Tech rolls you onto your back, his length not slipping from you. "Let me take over then, cyar'ika. Just relax, and enjoy the ride."

>:)