Shit. I Feel Seen. That Fanfic Is How I Lull Myself To Sleep Some Nights.

shit. I feel seen. That fanfic is how I lull myself to sleep some nights.

there are 4 versions of The Lord of the Rings: the books, the films, the extended editions, and the self-insert fanfic you’ve had bouncing around in your head since you were fourteen

Distractions

Two times Tech got distracted during sex, and one time you did. You’re used to Tech getting distracted, and you’ve learned to roll with it, and you think it can’t happen to you.

warnings: Minors DNI (it’s in the divider, saying it again anyway) p in v sex (wrap it before you tap it irl), oral (m receiving), cockwarming if you squint, Crosshair being Crosshair, established relationships, voyeurism, poly, no clonecest, smutty and fluffy

Your breaths are growing shallow, skin glistening with sweat, as you work yourself on top of Tech. His hands grip your hips, head lowered to allow him to bite and suck at your nipples. The muscles in your thighs are crying out, but you’ll be damned if you stop now.

You feel it before you hear it. The subtle shudder through the Marauder. Fuck, you think to yourself, pushing past the burn in your thighs, and guiding one of Tech’s hands to the space between you.

“Play with me, please,” you beg. He indulges you for a moment, nimble fingers circling your sensitive little pearl. You were so close, and if you could keep his focus for just 2 more minutes, you’d get what you were desperately after.

“Darling,” Tech begins breathlessly. “I think our forward stabilizer needs to be calibrated.”

Resisting the urge to grumble, you settle on his lap, and use your toes to spin the chair, so Tech can grab his datapad. On e you spin the pair of you back the other way, Tech wraps his arm around your lower back, and you lean backwards, capturing the necessary cords to plug into the datapad to run a diagnostic. He helps pull you back up, swearing, as your pussy clenches around his cock.

“Focus, Tech,” you tease, plugging the cords into the datapad. While he runs the diagnostic, you reach down between your bodies to rub circles against your clit. This is a well practiced dance. If you help him with whatever has stolen his attention, he can come back to you faster, but sometimes you just needed to cum. This was especially true when your position meant he didn’t even have to separate from you. The feeling of his cock filling you was too good to ignore.

“I only need another moment,” he promises.

“That makes two of us,” you smirked, not slowing down your movements. You watch him work while you chase after your orgasm. The light touching his face makes him look so perfect, your heart actually aches a little.

“Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” you breathe out, fingers moving faster, as you squirm in his lap. You’re almost there, and you feel the coil tightening in your stomach. Your thighs tense, and a desperate whine rises out of you.

“Done!” Tech grins, spinning you to lay down his datapad, the motion tumbling you into your climax. You cum, swearing as you work yourself through it. Tech groans and resumes his vice-like grip on your hips, as your fluttering walls beg his cock for the desired response.

“Me too,” you gasp, gripping his bicep with your free hand.

“I’ll be right behind you, cyare.” Tech is meeting your motions in earnest now. Feeling him finally moving like you wanted, has your body building to a second orgasm.

As if he knows, Tech wraps his fingers around your wrist and pulls your hand away from your clit.

“Wait for me, please,” he looks up at you, and fuck, you can’t say no to that face. You nod, and lean down to steal a kiss.

“Thank you for coming back to me,” you mutter against his lips.

“Thank you for being as patient as possible,” he replies with a grin.

“Only for you, Tech…but not for long, I’m so close.”

“I am as well. Keep being my patient girl, and you’ll get exactly what you want,” he promises.

Tech always keeps his promises, and you leave the cockpit with his cum dripping down your thighs.

***

When Crosshair walked into the cockpit, he fully expected to see Tech working on some project or another, and you sitting in the co-pilot’s seat with your feet propped up on the console. Tech would lecture any of them for doing it, but he had a soft spot for you, like they all did, which meant you could get away with murder.

In fact there was a long list of things Crosshair could have walked in on that would have made sense to him, but the sight that met his eyes had him questioning his perfect vision.

Tech was working on a project alright, but stripped down to only the lower half of his blacks. And you? Well, you were sitting there in your panties, wearing the top half of Tech’s blacks, holding a tool in place while Tech fiddled with the piece of machinery on the floor between you.

“What are you doing in here?” He asked, placing a toothpick between his teeth, and leaning against the doorway. As strange as the situation was, Crosshair wasn’t going to pass up a chance to see you in your panties, even though he’d seen you totally naked in the refresher this morning.

“If you must know, cyare gave me an excellent idea on improving our communications array, and I wanted to start working on it right away,” Tech replied without looking up.

Equally unconcerned with just how underdressed you are, you beam at Tech, so pleased you could inspire him.

“This is not foreplay, Tech,” Crosshair says with a smirk.

“It could be, if you’d get outta here,” you reply, shifting your position to give Tech room to access a different area.

“Fine, I’m going, but next time we’re cleaning my rifle,” he trails off suggestively.

“Yeah, yeah, I’ll do it topless,” you say with a wink.

After Crosshair closes the door behind him, you turn your attention back to Tech, who’s looking at you with an unreadable expression.

“What?” You ask, brow furrowed. His eyes are traveling down your body, taking in the sight of you in his blacks.

“You look lovely wearing my clothes,” he says finally, leaning forward to kiss you softly before he goes back to working, a small satisfied smile on his face.

“Thank you,” you reply, unable to stop smiling, as you resume your work as his assistant.

***

Back to back missions for roughly 14 rotations had left no time for anything more than inhaling a ration bar here and there, and closing your eyes for just enough time to keep your body going. Leisure time? You remembered the concept, but you were starting to feel like you’d never know rest, pleasure, or real food again.

When Hunter announced you’d be in hyperspace long enough for everyone to sleep, the collective sigh of relief through the room could have been felt 3 systems over.

The five of you gathered into the cockpit to share a meal together, ration bars still because you weren’t that lucky. You perched yourself on Wrecker’s lap, as you were absolutely starved for some human contact that wasn’t ‘pass me that detonator’ or being tackled out of the way.

“Maker, these taste so much better when you’re not also worried about getting shot,” you giggle, only slightly delirious from exhaustion.

“I was just thinking the opposite,” Crosshair replied with an uncharacteristic chuckle.

“Crosshair’s laughing,” Wrecker practically sang, adding his laughter to the chorus.

“Oh fuck, he is!” your voice comes out higher now, followed swiftly by peals of laughter. You simply couldn’t stop. Clapping your hand over your mouth, you look around at them. Your muffled giggles are still rolling, and Crosshair’s soft laughter shakes his shoulders. Wrecker’s wrapped an arm around you, so you don’t fall, as his deep chuckles rumble through you.

Hunter opens his mouth to say something, but his lips twitch towards a smile before he’s trying to hold back laughter too.

“You all require rest. Expeditiously,” Tech says, finding the sight of the four of you amusing, but still resisting the urge to burst out laughing. “I’ll take first watch,” he announces, as the laughter increases in intensity.

Rolling his eyes, he stands up, and starts leading you all back to your bunks one by one. First Crosshair, then Hunter, then he comes back to scoop you out of Wrecker’s arms.

As he lifts you, you wrap your arms around his neck. “Thank you, Tech,” you giggle softly, as he helps you out of your armor, and into your bunk.

“Rest well, darling,” He says, pressing a kiss to your forehead, and closing the privacy curtain. You’re asleep before his steps fade down the corridor.

You wake up a few hours later, warm and confused. How long had you been out? You look at your watch and realize there’s no way it hasn’t been your turn on watch yet. Climbing out of your bunk, and wrapping your blanket around yourself to make your way to the cockpit.

Tech is in the pilot’s chair, relaxing as the soft glow of hyperspace washes over him. He looks peaceful, beautiful, and your body suddenly remembers that you haven’t been properly loved on in two weeks.

“Why didn’t you come get me?” You ask, approaching him and leaning down to kiss his face.

“You were delirious when I put you to bed. And a mere 3 hours of sleep did not seem sufficient,” he replies easily.

“Maker, you take such good care of me,” you groan, and lean down to take his lips instead this time. Not only did it make your heart soar that Tech had been concerned for your wellbeing, but you hadn’t kissed him like this in so many days, you’d forgotten how blissful it feels. He raises a hand to grab the back of your head to hold you in place.

“Fuck, sorry,” you pull back, biting your lip. “I’m not supposed to be distracting you…but I honestly think it would only take like 5 minutes be-“

“Yes, whatever you’re suggesting. Please, cyare,” Tech cuts you off to stand up, and start pulling his clothes off as fast as he can. You don’t wait for a formal invitation, and shimmy out of your blacks before laying the blanket on the floor, and sinking to your knees.

Tech is already half hard from the kiss, and you both moan deeply when you take him into your mouth. Your hands grip his hips, while his find their way into your hair. You’re always happy to please him this way, but after two weeks of not so much as a smack on the ass, you’re more enthusiastic than you’ve ever been.

The swollen head of his cock presses insistently on the back of your throat, and you swallow eagerly around the intrusion, causing him to swear above you. One of your hands slides down off of his body to dance over your aching pussy. It felt heavenly to touch yourself for pleasure, and not to slap on bacta gel.

“You can’t keep this up, darling,” Tech moans. “I won’t last.”

You pull back with a pout and look up at him. He’s breathing hard, and gazing at you with so much affection and lust. Your heart is aching just as badly as the rest of your touch starved body. His cock still hovers near your lips, and you smirk up at him before deliberately licking the tip like it’s a lollipop.

“I don’t want you to last, love, I want you to cum,”

Tech bites his lip to keep from moaning. He couldn’t resist you when you were direct like that, but he also wasn’t going to let you keep him from making you cum on his cock. Watching you swallow was a treat, but finishing inside you was bliss.

“And I promise I will. Lie back for me, cyare.”

You would do anything for him, if he asked you in that sinful voice. You lay back on the blanket, parting your legs slowly and reaching down to tease your clit. He settled between your legs, running his hands over your thighs before gripping them tightly, and pulling you forward, as he pressed forward to meet you.

His cock slowly entered you, drawing the most desperate and obscene moan out of you. When he was fully sheathed within you, he took your lips. You returned his kiss with fervor, giving him a little squeeze to encourage him to move.

“So impatient,” he mutters against your lips before pulling out slowly, and sliding back in harder than the first time.

“Tech,” you whine. “Please.”

“Please what? Use your words, darling,” he teases, giving you a shallow thrust.

“Please fuck me, hard,” you beg. Normally you’d be a brat about this, but your priorities are different tonight.

“With pleasure.” He’s moving now, hips meeting yours with purpose, as he drives into you. Your moans of his name sound like a prayer, as you take everything he’s giving you.

You’re so focused on Tech and where the two of you are merged, you miss the door opening, and Crosshair dropping into the seat next to you until he clears his throat. You look up at him, face heating up instantly despite the fact that everyone on this ship has seen you naked, and, more importantly, been in this exact position with you.

He smirks down at you, and rolls his toothpick from one side to the other.

“So loud, doll,” he chides you with a mischievous sparkle in his eyes. He’s surprised but proud that Tech is the one who has taken advantage of the down time to reconnect with you, and he had to come and see it for himself.

You’re happy to invite him to join you, but Tech moves his hand between your bodies to rub luxurious circles over your clit.

“Tech,” you whine, looking up at Crosshair. Tech doesn’t so much as glance in his brother’s direction. He uses his free hand to gently grasp your face, and make you look at him again.

“I promised I’d cum for you, and I know you’re close,” His voice is low and dripping with lust. Fuck.

“But Cross-.”

“Can wait his turn,” Tech finishes your sentence and effectively ends the discussion. The past two weeks of nothing have pushed him right to the edge of his patience, and he needs you to himself right now.

You keep your eyes trained on him, and your body focuses on his ministrations. His cock, his hands, his lips, all working in concert to bring you over the edge.

Surprisingly, the sniper stays quiet, and leaves you to it, though he would normally steal some of your attention as well. He understood the show of possessiveness, as it was usually him demanding all of your focus, and he was willing to wait…just this once.

You cum just as fast as you’d suspected you would, and as Tech spills inside of you, you moan his name, thanking him and kissing every bit of him you can reach. He returns your affections, wrapping his arms around you, and pulling you up and into his lap.

“Thank you for coming back to me,” he whispers into your ear.

“Thank you for being as patient as possible,” you reply softly, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

Dying.

Crosshair then:

Crosshair now:

*gives the kid a gun*

*follows her through the halls*

*begs her for a plan*

*lets her take the lead*

Me, openly weeping on the couch at 4 am : ✨ character growth ✨

For those times I write smut in a church. God inspires in different ways.

lord forgive me for the things i’ve said and thought about this man made of pixels

Did not have a praise kink until I started posting on AO3. 😭

Absolutely accurate.

what artists dont tell you is that every compliment is actually 100 compliments because they'll go back to re-read it 100 times and it'll make them feel fuzzy all over again every single time