Before It Gets Too Late

Before It Gets Too Late

PAIRING: tech x fem reader

SUMMARY: You spend a fun and special day with Tech, starting with a flying lesson that takes an unexpected turn. There’re fluffy times but mostly sexy times. (I’m trying to support and comfort my Tech people during this dark period.)

WORDS COUNT: 1926

RATING + WARNINGS: 18+, very spicy, porn with minimal plot, PiV, rough sex, probably bad flight mechanics

NOTES: This is installment twenty-two of my reverse harem “Bad Choices” smutlet series on Ao3, but I think it’s also a nice stand-alone Tech story. Although it’s written in second person, my heroine has a very established relationship with the Batch.

Everything was going fine until a large flock of flying creatures shot out of the canopy in a wide column directly into the ship’s path. You were too close to simply fly around them, and every other usual option you could think of would leave hundreds of them dead and the ship with possible light damage.

So without a second thought, you killed the thrusters while sending the ship in a tight turn, the nose pointed at the column. A quick tap of the port thruster has you cleared of the animals, with what you hoped were minimal casualties, then you reinitialized the main thrusters and resumed your disrupted flight path.

For a full minute, there was silence to your left. Finally, “It appears that flying lessons were unnecessary.”

“That was never the question,” you hedged. “You asked if I would like you to give me lessons. You didn’t ask if I knew how to fly. I answered honestly.” And this was your third time out.

“But with a glaring omission,” Tech huffs at you.

“Don’t be angry at me. I was very curious as to how you would be as a flight instructor, and I would not have received the same response if you had known.” What you do know is that this is logic he won’t be able to argue with.

He hmphs at you again, but you can tell he’s not really upset.

“That was an interesting maneuver you performed.”

“A modified ‘Tech turn.’ Seemed like the best option for minimizing death and destruction.” You pause for a moment, then you look at him. “It can’t be, right? The ‘Tech turn’…” You trail off as you see the corners of his lips turn up to an actual smile.

“That is not what it is called.”

“I’m going to fuck your so hard as soon as we land.”

“I was contemplating something similar.”

He doesn’t take the controls from you, but you sit quietly for a while.

“I’m not great at mechanics. You could teach me that?” you offer.

“Specifically define ‘not great’,” he asks.

“I definitely couldn’t fully repair this ship, but I am unable to give you a rundown of which systems I am deficient in. That’s the best I can do.”

“That…is acceptable.”

*

Almost as soon as the ship touches down in the tree-lined clearing, you are on each other. He lets you push him back down in his pilot’s chair, straddling him while your lips devour his with kisses. You groan in frustration as you try to divest him of his various layers of clothing, but you’re too eager and your fingers can’t find all the buckles and straps.

Want. Need. They course through you. You need his skin against yours. Finally, he takes pity, gently stops your fumbling, and slowly removes all the items covering his torso, your desperate whimpering doing nothing to hurry him. Then he lifts off your shirt. Your bodies crash together again. He kisses along your neck, down to your breasts, cupping them, licking your nipples. You throw your head back and cry out, your hands stroking over his head and neck; then fingernails scrape down his back, feeling his taut muscles.

“Against the wall,” you groan. Moments later, you’re both naked, and your back is to the one bare metal plate in the cockpit. Tech drops to a knee in front of you, places your leg over his arm, and targets your clit in a focused and aggressive attack.

“Fuck! FUCK!” you scream as, mere minutes later, you come. And then he lifts you, burying himself deep inside you, pounding into you, your pussy still twitching in pleasure.

Every rough, hard thrust is accompanied by his grunts, and you loudly proclaim your satisfaction, your voice echoing through the ship. You want Tech to do this, need him to do this, to take his pleasure from your willing body. He captures your wrists, pinning them above your head with one hand, his other hand gripping your ass, fingers pressed into your flesh, pinching, bruising. He kisses you, mauling your lips, and when he breaks away, you sink your teeth into his shoulder.

He gasps, releasing your wrists, and takes a strong hold of your ass and thighs, angling you for deeper, feral thrusts. Your arms encircle his neck and shoulders. You want him like this, desperate for you, as if no one else could give this to him. An animalistic groan emanates from him as his cock ravages you until finally a full throated cry signals his climax and he holds himself deep inside of you, and you feel his hot cum pump into you.

Neither of you move, the only sounds your gasping breaths as you each try to take in enough air.

“Mmmm,” you finally manage. “That was excellent.” You smile, then lick a drop of sweat from his neck.

“Yes,” he says, a slight gleam in his eye, “Quite satisfactory.”

* You lie in a bunk together, your head on his shoulder, a hand idly stroking his chest.

“Why did you not disclose to me that you did not need flying lessons? Your skill level is clearly quite adequate.”

You suck in your breath. I wanted to spend time with you outside of my bedroom. I wanted to know who you are when we’re not fucking. I wanted to be on this ship with you when you could be focussed on me. I wanted… So many wants, as if you can’t be happy with what you have.

“It’s been a long time since I flew. I wasn’t sure that I didn’t need them…at least as a refresher.” You hesitate. “Are you angry at me?...slightly perturbed?

“I am not. And at least they were not a waste of time.” His fingers run up and down your arm.

“No,” you agree.

Tech looks down at you, watching your hand move along his skin. You have not asked him why he offered to teach you, which is for the best. Tech is worse at articulating his wants than you are.

*

You wake up alone in the bunk. It’s been awhile since the person you’d fallen asleep with wasn’t still beside you. The ship is dark, so it must be night. You get up, the floor cold under your feet, expecting to find Tech in the cockpit.

Instead, a drop-ladder is down from the midship overhead storage space.

“Tech?” You call up.

“Ah, you are awake,” you hear him say. “I was just coming down to collect you. Come up here.”

“Um, I’m naked?” You look around for your clothing and see nothing.

There’s a long pause. “It appears that I am nude as well…I do have blankets.”

You sigh and tentatively climb the ladder, then follow Tech’s voice to a maintenance hatch with another ladder that lets you out onto the ship’s fuselage. He takes your hand and leads you to where he’s laid out a large blanket over the cockpit. You feel awkward even though the warm night air is quite pleasant on your skin.

“What’s this all about?”

Tech helps you down onto the blanket, then points up. “The moons have just set, so we should have quite an excellent view of the Quadrillen meteor shower. I believe you expressed dissatisfaction with your ability to see this from the city.”

You look up and, after a few moments, you watch a meteor blaze across the sky. You hadn’t mentioned that you wanted to watch this to Tech. You and Crosshair had been discussing it. You hadn’t realized Tech was paying attention. You lie next to each other, mostly in silence, watching the light show.

“I must admit, I was skeptical at first, but this is quite a pleasant experience.”

“Skeptical? Why?”

“I have seen many natural phenomena during my travels in space. I did not think that the debris from a comet entering a planet's atmosphere would be particularly visually stimulating in comparison to what I have witnessed. But taken as a whole, this is quite an excellent experience.”

You laugh. “I suppose.” Smiling, you continue to watch as the little streaks fill the night, when suddenly three meteors scorch their way across the sky. You sit up excitedly and point. “That was amazing.” You look down at Tech. He has a slight smile on his face, then he pushes himself up and presses his lips to yours. His arms gather your body to him, one hand stroking in your hair, one at the small of your back. He takes your breath away with his kiss, drawing you down onto him.

This feels insane. Are you really going to fuck on top of the ship under the night sky? Turns out, yes, yes, you are.

You lie on him, enjoying the feel of his hot skin along your body. You kiss for a long time, until you can’t take it anymore, and whisper, “I need you. Please.” He helps you slide onto him, both of you gasping. You whimper; you’re a little sore but the sensation is too sweet. You lean forward, pressed chest to chest, as he pivots his hip to help you fuck him gently.

And when he carefully rolls you both so you can watch over his shoulder as the stars cascade out of the sky, you can’t help but think that this is all a little too ridiculous. He moves above you, long strokes that make your breath catch, and you cry out because sometimes he fits inside you perfectly.

You wrap your legs around him. “Yes, I like that. It feels so good. Just like that, Tech. Mmmm, just like that.”

Stars keep falling as he takes hold of your legs, angling you so his cock can thrust deeper. Your cries sound small as the trees surrounding you consume them.

You move together, one being working toward the same goal. Each stroke sends shivers through you until you feel your body full with warmth as a soft climax overtakes you, not nearly as intense as the one earlier, but somehow more satisfying.

He holds your hands, fingers intertwined, as he watches your face while the orgasm washes over you, drinking in those little noises you make that he so enjoys. He moves carefully as you finish, knowing you must be sore already, wanting you to still find pleasure as he nears his own climax.

And then you start whispering to him, “Come in me, Tech. I need to feel you inside me. I need it. I need you to come for me.” You move under him, insistent, demanding, so he has to surrender to you. He stiffens and gasps, his hot cum emptying in you. You wrap yourself around him as he collapses onto you, finally spent. You watch as the stars continue to fall through the blackness of the sky.

“We shouldn’t fall asleep up here.”

“Yes, that would be unwise.” He gingerly lifts himself off you. You roll and lie on his shoulder, watching the stars fall behind the trees. The air is cooling and you shiver. “Let us go back inside. You can continue watching from the cockpit, if you wish.”

“Tech.” He looks at you, while collecting the blankets. I wanted to spend more time with you, that’s why I lied.

“Thank you for tonight.” This was really special to me. I hope it was to you.

“Yes, this was very enjoyable.” He watches you as you climb down the hatch. I wish to do this again.

* But wait, there’s more:

The rest of the series can be found here.

Warning: It gets kinky

Charming to Hold

PAIRING: Wrecker x fem reader

SUMMARY: Tech leaves you alone with Wrecker, and though he needs a little encouraging to give you what you want, you and Wrecker FUCK.

WORDS COUNT: 3436

RATING + WARNINGS: 18+, very spicy, porn with minimal plot, PiV, teasing, oral, stimulation with breasts, sexual teasing, questionable dirty talk, blow job, getting manhandled

NOTES: This is installment twenty-one of my reverse harem “Bad Choices” smutlet series on Ao3. I wrote it when I got a request for more Wrecker smut. Although it’s written in second person, my heroine has a very established relationship with the Batch.

“The Tease”

You’re lying naked on your stomach. Wrecker’s fingers are gently running up and down your back. You’ve spent most of the night like this, either snuggled into his arms or him gently touching you, until you’d fallen asleep.

Earlier that evening, Tech had received a comm from Hunter and had to leave abruptly, but he’d left Wrecker behind, which was highly unusual. You’d never been alone with any of them except Tech.

And this was nice. It’s now a toss up whether or not Tech stays in bed, so Wrecker’s desire for quiet, intimate time has not been indulged recently.

Wrecker is always so gentle with you, but you’re starting to get a little antsy. You turn and wrap yourself around him, hoping he’ll touch you in a different way, but he just drapes his arm over your waist and uses the other to pillow your head.

The morning light is giving his body a particularly beautiful golden hue, and you can’t help but wonder how you got so lucky with these four. Overwhelmed, you kiss him, hard, with longing. You retrieve his hand and press it to your breast. He groans into your mouth, his fingers circling your nipple. You feel his cock twitch against you, but he pulls away slightly, as if embarrassed.

“Hey,” you whisper, “What’s wrong?”

“Tech’s not here.”

“And we aren’t doing anything we wouldn’t do if he was. Well, I do have some errands to run.” That gets a smile from him. “I’m being serious!” you laugh. “We’re going out today.” You stroke his face. “Did you ask him to leave you here? Did you tell him you wanted some time with me?”

“No, he wouldn’t understand.”

You laugh a little. “Oh, I think he understands. And I think he left you here on purpose because of that. So, what would you like to do?” you ask as you snuggle closer again. “And I really hope fucking me is an option.”

He makes a non-committal noise.

You kiss him, keeping your hands chaste but making no apologies for what your thigh is doing. You pause.

“Do you want me to stop?”

“No.” His answer is fast. If he’d hesitated, you would have stopped entirely. “I j’st…I worry I’ll hurt you. I did that first time.” He looks pained.

You can’t with how sweet he is. “I wasn’t used to you yet. Now we’ve spent a lot of time together. And even that first time, you watched Tech fuck me and you liked that, didn’t you?” You feel a little wicked mentioning it. “You came watching him be rough with me. Have you ever fantasized about having me like that?” His growing bulge answers that question.

“Let me know what you think of this.” You slide down his body, pushing him onto his back and releasing his erection from his briefs. He watches you as you lie between his legs, propped up on one of his thighs. You lean over and lick a path from his balls to the tip, smiling as he groans.

“First, I think you should go down on me, take your time, get my pussy soaking wet. And then when I’m ready, I’m going to get on my hands and knees and you’re going to slide this thick cock into me, slowly, just once, to see how much of you I can take.”

You kneel and press his cock between your not-particularly-ample breasts, but they’re clearly enough, as his eyes practically roll back into his head.

“And then, we’re going to go out and run those errands, and I’m going to touch you every time no one is looking, and maybe sometimes when they are, until you have a hard time walking. And when we get back here, I think you won’t want to hold back.” You slowly move so your breasts stimulate his shaft. “I think we walk in, and you’re going to bend me over that couch and fuck me. I think you’ll leave bruises on my hips, and I won’t care. And when you’re done, I’m going to suck your cock until you’re hard again, and you’re going to fuck me until I can’t walk.” You lick his cockhead with just the tip of your tongue until he’s quivering.

“When was the last time you got to really fuck someone, Wrecker? To absolutely pound into a willing pussy? Because, I need you to fuck me until I scream for mercy.” Your tongue swirls around the head and then you release him. You come up onto your knees and slide your hand between your legs. Moments later, he has you on your back, tongue buried inside you.

You let him go slow, you let him do it the way he wants, until you realize you’re getting close, and you stop him. You roll onto your stomach and shakily come up onto your hands and knees.

“Just one stroke, Wrecker. Just so you know how deep you can go.” He practically whimpers in acknowledgment. You feel the head of his cock enter you, and you moan encouragement. He stops, groaning at how tight and hot you feel around him. You push back until you truly can’t take anymore of him, then you pulse your pussy around his cock and hear him pant in pleasure. It takes all your willpower to slide off of him.

“Let’s get those errands run,” you smile. Then with a bit of an edge, “And if you come before me, we will have a problem.”

*

“Not Quite Wrecked”

By the time you get back, Wrecker can barely walk. He’s holding bags in front of him, because even with a long tunic on, his erection is causing trouble.

From the moment you’d left the apartment, you’d taken every opportunity to tease and taunt him. You’d stopped immediately on the street to fumble with something in your satchel and rubbed it against him, while mumbling graphic descriptions of the ways that you wanted him to fuck you.

At market stalls, you’d pressed yourself to him, a stray hand touching his length while you pointed at something else. You gave him a little respite when you stopped for food, but then you sat next to him, running your hand up his thigh and giving him a few squeezes until he couldn’t focus on what he was eating. You drew everything out so he was desperate and squirming when you told him it was time to return home. And, even then, you’d pulled him into a dark alley corner and slid your hands into his pants to bring out his long cock and lick your tongue around the head.

When you’d heard him whine, you knew he was ready. Ready to do what you want. You’d done what they wanted, what they needed, because it closely aligned with your own desires, but now you will have Wrecker the way you want. You don’t need him to be gentle, not the way you sometimes want Tech to be gentle. You want him hard and feral. You know he is more than his size and strength. You’ve given that affection and acknowledgment to him, and now you need these things that he is afraid to give you.

You’d let go of him. “Come fuck me, Wrecker. Fuck me until I’m the one who can’t walk.” And then you’d led the way home.

When the door closes behind you, you can tell he wants you so bad, it’s palpable. Your hands are already pulling down his pants, helping him out of his clothes, releasing his desperate cock, pouring lube over him so he’s ready. He brings you up into a soft kiss and his hand fumbles with your shirt.

“Rip it.” It’s not a suggestion. He groans as the fabric tears, as he does the same to the cloth over your legs, as your panties split at the barest show of his strength. You’re naked and needy in front of him; the hunger in your eyes is undeniable. And finally he lifts you, so easily, your arms wrapping around his neck. He turns, putting your back against the door, your body feeling small next to his; then, with his hands under your thighs, he presses you up, like you weigh nothing, so your legs are on his shoulders.

“Kriff,” you shout in surprise.

“Gotta taste you again first,” he smiles at you. His tongue immediately thrusts in, filling you, and your back arches. Your hand strokes along his scar, as he sucks at your clit, two fingers sliding into you, making you see stars. Gods, it’s so tempting to just stay like this.

“So good, Wrecker, so good,” your murmur to him, eye fluttering as he kisses your pussy like it’s your mouth. “But I need your cock,” you whine. “I need that long, thick cock.

He doesn’t need more encouragement; bringing you back down, he hooks your knees over his forearms, spreading you wide. Your arms wrap around his neck. You feel the thick head of his cock press to your wet entrance and then he lets you fall onto him.

You both are overwhelmed with sudden pleasure and need a moment to adjust, pressed to his strong chest. It takes all of his self control to keep from coming in you immediately. He turns, so he’s leaning his back against the door. Slowly he starts moving you up and down on his cock as you start moaning filthy encouragement to him.

“Yeah, fuck that tight pussy, Wrecker. I’m so wet for your huge cock. I want every inch of you. Give it to me,” you beg. Wrecker is the largest man you’ve had by far. He fills you completely, almost to the point of pain, but you stay right at that precipice because he’s so careful.

“Maker, you feel so good,” he groans into your ear, moving you a little faster. You shudder and whimper in satisfaction; your pussy filled, stretched, and overstimulated. He stops for a moment, moving you off him, and you start to mutter protests, but he manhandles you so your back is pressed to his chest, legs still spread, before plunging himself into you. His cockhead makes immediate impact with your g-spot and you can barely muffle a scream of pleasure. He moves one hand up your thigh, collecting your excitement from his shaft, and then starts stroking his fingers around your clit. Your whole body stiffens back in an unexpectedly violent reaction. Your hands grip his arms in a vice. “Y’re going to come for me, come on my big cock.”

“Yes, fuck, yes, Wrecker, yes, I’m going to come for you,” you gasp out just as the orgasm overwhelms your body. He groans as your pussy tightens and you spasm around him. He keeps moving you, but brings you up shallow so he can hit your g-spot again. It’s possible you black out, absolutely overcome by all the sensations in your body. You know you were practically screaming his name. As you drift down from the climax, he adjusts you so your legs close, and you’re even tighter around him. One hand under your knees and the other on your back, he moves you faster up and down his length, his strong arms barely looking like they’re doing any work; your arms reaching up, so you can cling to him.

“Fuck, I’m going to come.” That he lasted this long after what you’d done to him today is a marvel. He lifts you off and puts you down. You turn as fast as you can in your altered state, capturing his shaft between your breasts again, working him, pressing your tongue to the head, making him cry out. You look up at him as he moans, “So good. Fuck, so good.” 

He pushes you down a little, so he can wrap the tip of his cock in his hand as his orgasm starts, keeping his cum on your chest instead of your face. You quiver as his climax vibrates through you, and you are both gasping, still against your door, having not made it past five feet into your rooms.

*

“Sweet Dreams”

“Kriff, that was good.” Wrecker is sprawled out on your couch and you lie on top of him, one of his hands stroking along your chest, the other with a firm hold of an ass cheek.

“We’re not done,” you say, from the crook of his neck.

“J’st…j’st give me a minute.” He pulls you in closer.

“Promises were made, Wrecker.”

“I didn’t make any promises.”

“No, I did. So gather your strength…Unless you don’t want to. If you can’t, uh, go again.”

He laughs. “Don’t worry. I can go all night.”

“Promise?” you smirk.

“Yeah.”

You wrap your arms around his neck and pull yourself up while kissing a trail along his neck, his jawline, ending at his soft lips. Lazily, you run your tongue around his mouth, the barest hint of your taste still present. He moans as your tongues meet. You feel his cock twitch under you.

“Sit up.” He does, moving you with him, not breaking the kiss, arranging you to straddle his waist. But you have other ideas, as you slide down until you’re kneeling between his legs.

“Y’ don’t have to.”

You look at him, smirk, “I’m fully aware.”

Even in its present state, Wrecker’s cock is daunting. You won’t be able to take much into your mouth now, and when he’s fully hard you’ll have to be careful because of the real danger of your teeth grazing him. And he’s hardening fast just from looking at you. No time for teasing or going slow.

You lean forward and lap your tongue at his head before opening wide to let him fill your mouth.

“Kriff,” he groans, his hand softly stroking through your hair. You suck on his growing cock, massaging it gently with your tongue, your mouth working up and down what you can take of his length. When he’s rock hard, you stroke his shaft while lavishing attention on his head.

“You’re so good to me, Wrecker. Thank you for this.” You start giving him long licks up and down his length.

“Mmmm…I like that,” he whispers. He basks in the sweet sensations for a little longer, before leaning over and pulling you up onto his lap, his cock between you. “C’mere,” he groans before turning his attention to your breasts.

Every caress of his mouth and fingers on your nipples send shocks of pleasure into your core. Your breasts have always been an odd blind spot with Tech, so you enjoy Wrecker’s soft touch on that sensitive skin.

“So good. You’re so good,” you repeat, unable to form more words, desperate to heap praise on him, kissing his head, running your hands along his neck and face. “You take such good care of me. You always give me what I want.” Your head falls back and you cry out as he applies the barest amount of teeth to a hardened nipple. “Can you…Can you keep doing that while I ride you?”

He grunts an affirmative as, with his help, you lift and slowly sink down on him. You hold his hands so he has to let you take as much of him as you can, so that every inch of you is filled.

You moan as you rock against him, releasing his hands so one can return to a breast and the other an ass cheek. You start to move a little more, up and down on him, carefully, so as not to jar yourself, savoring every sensation that you can draw out. You’ve never felt so full, so stretched. It gives you a strange feeling of satisfaction.

His kisses make their way up your chest, along your neck. He nibbles on your ear, making both of you giggle, then he cups your jaw in his big hand, claiming your mouth, your sighs and moans. You rock in a blissful rhythm, your bodies tight together, arms wrapped around each other.

You hear his breath turn deeper, more uneven. “Are you close?” you whisper, looking into his eyes.

“Getting there,” he admits.

“I need one more thing. Will you do it for me? One more thing to make me feel good?”

“Anything.” It’s a breathy promise. “I love this.”

“I want you from behind.” He groans at the memory of it. “It felt so amazing. I want that. I want you to hold my hips and claim my body for tonight. Can you do that for me, please?” You press kisses to his face.

“Yes.” Just a whisper, just a beautiful word of acquiescence.

With his help, you shakily rise from his lap and come down on your hands and knees in front of him. He moves to the edge of the couch, leaning forward, then his hands lift your hips and bring you up so he can slide into you. You sigh in anticipation of him, fast, hard, taking away all your thoughts. It’s what you’d envisioned and fantasized about.

Instead, as he enters you, he rolls his hips up, stimulating you in a way you hadn’t imagined, his cockhead pressing against your g-spot as he slides in. You nearly lose control of your limbs as he does it again. Your moans of pleasure are loud, almost shouts, as he keeps up his pleasurable pace.

“D’ you like that? That feel good?”

“Oh gods, Wrecker. Yes. Yes.” It’s not the hard fucking you’d wanted. It’s better. It fills you and makes you shiver in excitement. You precariously balance on one arm and reach back to his hand gripping your hip. You slide your fingers under his, intertwining them, holding him. “Make me yours tonight.”

He’s getting closer. His breathing is heavy as he tries to keep control, but your loud cries of encouragement help to push him closer. His body begs for release. His thrusts become rougher, his pace erratic. You push back hard on him, meeting his broken rhythm, slamming him into you, and he cries out in surprise.

He tries to hold you, to stop you, but it’s half-hearted. He’s so close and feeling you tight around him is all he wants.

Filthy encouragement falls from your mouth. “Fuck me, Wrecker. Your cock feels so good in me. Fuck me.”

He’s too far gone to deny you. He lifts your hips with him as he stands from the couch, an arm wraps around your waist so that he can angle you to begin pumping hard.

Your body ragdolls in response to the overwhelming sensations of pleasure, twinges of pain, and satisfaction. Your chest falls forward to the floor, your arms under you. He plows into you, as your tight pussy brings him closer and closer to his climax.

You’re almost screaming. It’s too much, it’s not enough, it’s everything you want. He rams into you again, and your whole body shudders. You lose thoughts, as he fills you again and again, until he utters a loud moan and pulls out of you. You feel his hot cum on your back, as, gasping, he pumps his cock empty.

Gently, he lowers you down then uses his shirt to clean you, helping you onto your back. Your body is limp, unable to move. He lies over you, pressing kisses to your face and down your body, until he’s kissing between your legs. You moan, wanting to tell him not to overwhelm you more, but you can’t move to stop him, as his tongue caresses your clit. He’s so gentle, taking his time, the sweet pleasure breaking through your overstimulated senses until your back is arching, your hands fluttering around his head, soft noises of happiness coming from your lips. The orgasm begins slowly and then builds until it consumes you, and you cry out his name.

*

You lie in his arms. He’s been asleep for awhile, fully spent by your time together, his heavy breath in your ear. Tentatively, you get out of bed. You can still walk but barely. In the ’fresher, you look at yourself in the mirror. Bruises are already blooming from Wrecker’s grip on your body. You apply bacta. You don’t want Wrecker to see, and none of the other men need to see them either.

In the morning, you wake to Wrecker’s kisses worshiping you, worrying over the marks you missed in the night.

“Shhh, it’s fine. I’m fine.” You reassure him.

He holds you gently.

“I hope Tech lets us do this again.”

“Oh, I think he will,” you smile. And you are right.

*

The rest of the series can be found here.

Warning: It gets kinky

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Tagging: @yeehawgeek

My brain is absolutely in the gutter on this one.

I'd like to think that Ahsoka and Anakin would occasionally train with their troopers. Probably not, but the thought is nice 😔

Aslo: I kind of like the idea of some clones (hardcase in this case) being a bit more chubby :3

Bonus of headcanon body tattoos for Jesse, Hardcase and Kix 😊

Still too much clothing. Let’s see those thighs! 😏

Tech can sense that your biological attraction to him rises when he’s less clothed. Fascinating.

Thick Healthy Clones Series

hi :) I love him and miss him so so so very much and still holding on to the tiniest hope that he’s somehow still alive. if only in my dreams.😢

All these crazy fan girls out here are jealous of Phee getting it in with Tech. Babes. I’m jealous of Tech. This woman is a literally goddess. Statuesque, intelligent, flirty, fun.

He did and he was the best she’d ever had.

Never seen a fandom want a character dead as much as they do with Tech

Like, did he fuck your wife or ?