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FREESIA YOU ARE A BLESSING!!

i did not expect you to write so much for this! and i appreciate it so much!! my jaw was on the ground the entire time reading this 🤩

you NAILED this!

SOOOO ALAN DJ’S JAMAL, EVERY 👏 LITTLE👏 BIT!

the little backstory too was so cute and i always love a good closet smut 😌

thank you sm for bringing this little fantasy of mine to life, i appreciate you soooooo much! you are amazing!

love you!🫶💕

helloooooo!!! super big congrats on the follower celebration!! 🤗🫶

could i please please get the prompt “Someone discovers they like their hair pulled” with Kix please?

buttttt how about it’s the first time he has been intimate with someone after growing his hair out so he had noooo idea he liked his hair being pulled before, but boy oh boy does he LOVE it

sending much love and thank you sm! 💕

Awwww yeahhhh. I hope this hit the nail on the head. It was fun to play out in my imagination. ;) LOL! I have to include this gorgeous art of him as well, by @rosemarynightmares-art <3

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The Return of the Kix

Now, I posted this older sketch a while ago, but took it down again because I wasn't so satisfied with the lineart, but. Now it makes its re

Kix x Fem! Reader - Minors DNI - NSFW - 1.5k words - content below the cut

Content Warnings: making out in public, hair pulling, sex in a closet, unprotected P in V, I hate the word creampie because it doesn't seem so dramatic the way I write it but there is mention of what happens after unprotected sex. ;)

It was him. It had always been him. You just didn’t think you would ever actually get your chance. After all, what kind of medic in one of the busiest squads in the GAR would have had the time or opportunity to notice you? Sure, your work took you around his areas on the ship fairly frequently, but you couldn’t have imagined that you’d ever catch his eye. 

You even enjoyed your time off in similar ways, either coaxed into debauchery at 79s with your separate groups of friends or sometimes crossing paths in the quieter parts of the planet – an abandoned warehouse with an expansive array of broken-down starships that had a natural walking path around the perimeter that people would frequent. It was as close to a park that the Coruscant underworld would ever get. 

He was always cordial, always polite. He had no idea the effect his smile had on you, the way your heart would pound in your ears when you’d watch him run a hand over the tattoos across his head. It was embarrassing, the way he’d captivated you heart and soul with a smattering of conversations that brought depth and insight. 

But it had to be him… Sitting alone in a booth, mindlessly scrolling on a datapad. He wore the armor, decorated with proud blue accents across the white. He sported the medic symbol on his shoulder plate. He had the same tendency to part his lips just a hair while reading something and twitch them occasionally as he grew more immersed. But he looked so different. His hair was a stark contrast to the last time you’d seen him – it was in the standard military crew cut, making him nearly indistinguishable from so many of the clones who opted for the default appearance. You could swear you saw a hint of ink poking out near his temple, but with the hazy lighting, it could have just been wishful thinking. 

It wasn’t.

Your curiosity got the best of you, and beyond your wildest of dreams, you found yourself deep in conversation with him two hours later, having connected in more ways than you thought possible. It was as though the stars aligned, bringing the two of you together at the perfect time for your ridges and valleys to fit together, creating a soothing, inviting, intoxicating presence for one another. The effervescent spark of excitement was dancing between the two of you as you recounted missions and duties, humors and gripes. It had exploded into a blaze when you both felt inexplicably drawn to one another, alight with desire as your faces drew together in the booth. His kiss had been gentle at first, polite and respectful. He moved his head against you, slowly opening up into more passion. 

“I want…” you began, smothered by the repeated caress of his lips on yours, “...to go where…” He wasn’t letting up, flickering his tongue against yours before releasing you for a breath. You tried to finish your sentence, “...we can–” His mouth covered yours entirely, a single hand on the outside of your thigh searing into your skin and fanning the flame. You dug your fingers into his hair, gripping a handful and pulling it back firmly to allow yourself to talk. He groaned loudly, and both of your eyes snapped open, each finding their look of surprise mirrored on the other’s face.

You felt almost feral in response, and he got a glimmer in his eye as you tightened your fist around his locks again, swinging your leg over to straddle him in the booth. Your back banged into the edge of the table, eliciting a growl from you at the sharp disruption. But it worked in your favor; the sound you made had provoked him as well, and his hands were heavy on your hips and thighs as his mouth worked its way to your neck, raking his teeth across your pulse before lavishing it with kisses and suggestive swipes of his tongue. It sent a shiver down your spine, and when his hand hungrily grasped your breast through your clothes, you were seeing stars. 

He moaned at the feel of you tensing and writhing against him, the pure hunger radiating from you joining his own and stoking the fire. The next thing you knew, he had scrambled out of the booth, pulling you with him, and the two of you were locked in a supply closet with a broom handle jammed through the door. Clothes and armor plates were hitting the ground in reckless abandon, and then you were both naked, love-drunk and heavy-lidded as you gazed at each other in the almost complete darkness. The light peeking under the door was the only illumination, but it was enough for your hands to find each other’s bodies, caressing and grabbing as you came together again. 

His hard length rutted against your thigh, his hands ravishing your breasts with increasing firmness that had you whining for more. He lifted you onto a crate, spreading your legs and moving between them before lowering his head to your chest. All it took was the flat of his tongue lapping across one nipple for your back to arch, offering yourself up to his appetite, cradled by his strong arm below you. You wrapped your legs around his waist, hands raking up his shoulder blades and burying themselves in his hair again. He rumbled his desire, growing in intensity as your fingers teased tingle-inducing patterns on his scalp. 

“You seem to like this,” you whispered, and your nipple escaped his mouth with a soft pop as he lifted his head to lean against yours. 

“You have no idea what you’re doing to me” he said breathlessly, hands roving your body again. He scooped you closer to him, leaning you flat onto your back on the crates and pressing himself up against you. It was intoxicating – his scent and sound all around you, the muscles in his forearm tightening beneath your hand as he held himself up with it beside your head, the movement of his torso as he ravaged you passionately, the thick thigh and irresistible butt you couldn’t help but grab and squeeze. Your knees moved up toward your shoulders, guided by his gentle hands, and it tilted your hips upward where they met his hard cock, gliding against your folds in a tantalizing implication of what was to come. 

You breathed his name, heaving chest grazing his as he lowered himself on you, being careful not to crush you but perfectly paralyzing you with both weight and intensity. He stole a kiss before working his way back down your torso, lavishing it with kisses and love bites. Your hands found his head again, and you splayed your fingers across his scalp, tightening them and feeling him shudder. His response was undeniable, provoking you to coax him on. Pivoting your hips to grind against his, you ran your fingers through his hair again and again, moaning your satisfaction as he pressed against you again. When he sank in, slowly and lusciously, groaning until he bottomed out with his thick shaft against you, you tightened your grip on his hair, sending him to the next level. 

You raked your fingernails down the back of his neck as he dragged his cock out, making you gasp slightly as he blew a gentle puff of air toward your pussy. It was tingly and cool, and you were still shivering from it when he pushed into you again, filling you perfectly and making you ache for him to rock into you repeatedly. You pulled him against you, wrapping your legs around him as he thrust deeper, experimenting with angles and listening to your moans and sighs as he increased the intensity of his passionate movements. 

Something in him had been kindled by you, and he slid his thumb against your clit, your silky arousal making his circular strokes smooth and gratifying. You were coming in no time, chin pressed to your chest as you whined his praises. Waves of pleasure reverberated throughout you, and his heavy breathing gave way to more vulnerable vocalizations as he climaxed, right at the same time as you because this is perfect fantasy. You were still riding out your own high as his thrusting slowed and became erratic, milking every last drop from his throbbing cock until he came to a halt, leaning with a hand on the crates on either side of you as he slid out, still dripping as he turned to search for his clothes. You felt the tickle between your legs, mumbling your thanks as he handed you your own attire, and did your best to clean yourself up with what you had. When you’d both assumed some semblance of normalcy, despite the random tufts of hair poking in odd directions, he opened the closet door, poking a head out first. 

“All clear?” you asked playfully, still glowing from all that had transpired.

“Absolutely packed,” he answered, turning to grin at you helplessly. 

“Hm. Well hey,” you said in a bright tone, “I love the new haircut…”

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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

This is…like…my whole jam. The level of horny I am for Tech is: a lot.

ima need every bad batch fanfic writer to write some more Tech X Reader fics please and thanks 🙏🏻

My glob. If someone did fanart for my smut series, I would ascend. I’m so jealous of people who can write and draw. Just primo talents.

Alas, I’m only gifted with the ability to write Fennec/Hunter/Reader/Tech foursomes.

•Normalize Fanart for Fanfics Again You Fools•

It's not cringe anymore (it SHOULDN'T be cringe anymore), just do it. You're doing something you enjoy, who cares what anybody else says! So spread the words my fellow internet brethren.

Spread the Word :)

the story of my last 8 months

Why write the next chapter to be published of your fic when you could skip ahead ten chapters and write filthy, filthy smut instead?

Well, according to my kudo report this morning, yesterday someone read through my entire Bad Batch smut series. That’s 76,000+ words (and still going strong.) Just…wow. 🥹

Oh, the art gods have been kind to me!

Installment 41 of my Bad Batch reverse harem smutlet series involves Tech giving submission a whirl, with delicious results.

I was very lucky to be online when AnriTheWitch (from Twitter, if you want to find her) was taking suggestions for her next drawing.

WARNING: VERY SPICY UNDER THE CUT. 18+, NSFW

Original uncensored version on Twitter:

I will have one line and vibes just take over my brain and if I don’t sit down and write for two hours, to the detriment of whatever I was doing in real life, then some clone is not getting fucked properly. 🤷🏻‍♀️

A reoccurring theme at least a few times a week as a fan fiction author. Why I keep a file with a running list of prompts I come up with.

If this is @niikasposts being normal, I’d love to see what abnormal looks like. 🤣😝🥵

I am OVERWHELMED by the love my smut series has been getting recently. I’m just a woman, unreasonably and obsessively horny for Tech, that channeled my pain after Plan 99 into writing absolute filth.

@niikasposts THANK YOU SO MUCH for this. I love him so so much.

I'm being totally normal about @bring-backup-99 's Tech smut series

All That We Need

Read on Ao3

PAIRING: tech x fem reader, the batch x fem reader

SUMMARY: They get back from an assignment faster than you expect. You’ve missed Tech a bit extra.

WORDS COUNT: 1632

RATING + WARNINGS: 18+, spicy, porn with minimal plot, PiV, sex against a wall, semi-public sex, domestic fluff

NOTES: This is Part 46 of my ongoing reverse harem “Bad Choices” smutlet series on Ao3. Yes, this is how I channeled my extra energy after the Season 2 finale.

It’s written in second person, and my heroine has a very established relationship with the Batch.

When you come home, you’re surprised to hear Wrecker calling your name as you walk through the bar. He, Hunter, and Crosshair are sitting in a booth, clearly a number of drinks deep.

“I wasn’t expecting you back for a few rotations,” you smile, as you slide in next to Crosshair, who immediately drapes a long arm around your shoulders.

“We’re very efficient,” he drawls.

You look around. “Where’s Tech?”

“Upstairs. Probably sleeping,” answers Hunter.

“Sleeping?” You look at him incredulously. They all give little shrugs.

“He has to…occasionally,” says Crosshair.

“Mmmm…okay,” you start to extract yourself from the booth. “Let me drop off my stuff and then I’ll come down, with or without him.” Crosshair rolls his eyes but lets you go.

You open the door, and, sure enough, Tech is quietly snoring, slumped over on the couch, his datapad still firmly in his hand but resting on his lap.

You put your bag down at the entrance and leave him undisturbed.

“Told you!” exclaims Wrecker, when you’re back in the booth.

“What did you do to him?” you laugh. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen him asleep when the suns are still up.”

“We made him work extra hard so we could get back and start drinking.” You poke Crosshair in the ribs, and he feigns injury then passes you his glass. You take a sip.

“I haven’t eaten, and I can’t keep up with you boys even when I have. Let’s go to the cantina and get something. Someone leave Tech a message?” Hunter nods. “Then we can come back here and close this place down.” You wave at the bartender as you walk out. “He’ll put these on my tab.”

The walk to the cantina is short, but Wrecker and Crosshair draw it out by picking you up and then passing you back and forth, Wrecker occasionally pressing boozy kisses to your cheek. Once you sit down, you order something you’ve always wanted to try but never had enough people for: the giant bowl of noodles. After seeing Wrecker and Crosshair’s ability to pack away huge amounts of food, this is clearly the time.

After you fill up, you watch the three of them finish the hot pot and enjoy their dynamic. Crosshair is in an excellent if mischievous mood as he goads Hunter and Wrecker into a small round of competitive storytelling, both trying to impress you with tales of the triumphant uses of their divergent skill sets.

“You both sound very good at your jobs!” you laugh. “I could hardly call you anything but experts.” You ruffle Hunter’s hair and kiss him on the cheek. Wrecker leans over to collect his as well.

Back at the bar, you sit on Wrecker with your legs over Hunter and Crosshair’s laps. You drink slowly, knowing full well that their tolerance is much higher than your own. Much, much higher, and you refuse to get drawn into their drinking games.

“You just made that one up,” you say to Crosshair, as he proposes a game that requires much more skill than anyone could possibly have at this stage of the night.

“Ah, he didn’t,” laughs Hunter. “Picked that one up from some regs who’d just got back from Ryloth.”

“I’m an adult. I don’t need drinking games in order to drink.”

“You’re no fun,” says Crosshair. You shrug.

“And to prove that, I’m going to bed. I don’t know about you, but I had a long day, and I was not expecting you to make it longer,” you smile and point to them accusingly.

“Ugh, you really are no fun.” You climb over him and kiss his cheek.

“We both know that’s not true.” You wave goodnight to the bartender, who will make sure they don’t pay for any drinks, then head upstairs.

Tech is still on the couch but awake. “Why didn’t you come down?” you ask, as you straddle him, pushing the datapad aside.

“You are inebriated.”

“Just a little.” You start working your fingers under his shirt. He lets you.

“You should hydrate.”

“Probably.” You kiss him. “Bar’s open for at least another hour. Think we can fit one in before they come upstairs?”

“I do not make it a habit of engaging in intercourse with intoxicated individuals.”

“Well, I hope not,” you laugh. “But I’m not ‘intoxicated individuals.’ I’m someone who you know very much wants to fuck right now, and I would be feeling the same way even if I hadn’t been drinking.”

Sure, he’s protesting, but you’ve managed to get his pants undone.

“It’s been too long, Tech. Too long since I’ve had that thick cock in me.”

“It has been three rotations.”

“But it was supposed to be more, and now I have all this pent up energy, all this anticipation, running through me. You’re not going to make me wait longer, are you?” From the feel of his erection, he is not. You kiss him. “I have an idea. Wait here.”

You go into your room and change, coming back in a short dress. You grab his hand, pulling him behind you, and open the door to the apartment. The sound of the bar fills the hallway. You bring him within a few feet of the stairway.

“Fuck me here.” You reach for him, taking hold of his shirt, and pull him to you, gasping into his mouth as he takes your hands and pins them to the wall, grinding against you. After a few moments, he lifts you, holding you up with one arm, and reaches between your legs, the thin fabric of your panties already soaked through. He pushes it aside.

“Remember when you made me stand at the bar and fingered me until I came? I wanted you so badly, I was ready to let you fuck me on this stairwell. I thought about it for weeks.”

He takes his cock out and, in a quick rough stroke, is in you.

“FUCK. Yes.” You groan in pleasure. “Do you think anyone can hear me down there? Shouldn’t you make me be quiet so no one finds us?”

He grunts and his hand covers your lips as he thrusts into you, smothering your cries of ecstasy.

“You were…quite aroused that evening.” His hand slips slightly from your mouth.

“I can’t…believe…you left me there.” Then you bite the side of his palm. He lets you, as he focuses on pounding into you, and you moan. You wrap your arms around his neck, your legs around his hips.

“My goal…was to keep you interested.” He dislodges his hand so that he can put both of them on your ass for better leverage.

“Mission…accomplished. FUCK! Mmmmmmmm…Why…why do I want you so badly?” He slides almost all the way out before slamming back into you. “Why do you…feel so good to me?” Your fingers run through his hair, catching on the goggles strap. He thrusts into you roughly, again and again, his head buried in the crook of your neck. “Oh gods, Tech, you’re going to make me come like this.”

“Say it.”

“No one…no one fucks me like you,” you moan, “No one makes me come like you, Tech. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Fuck, Tech! Oh, Tech,” you gasp. “I’m coming.” And you are, as he pounds into you, your body arches as every fiber in your being contracts as the orgasm crashes through you. He starts to slow slightly.

“Don’t…don’t stop…unless you need to,” you manage to say. “Feels…so good.”

You enjoy the aftershocks as he works to his own climax, your body tingling in pleasure, a ridiculous smile of contentment on your face. His lips find yours and you kiss as he makes the little noises signaling his own orgasm. He holds you against the wall, mouths and tongues as intertwined as your limbs.

“Gods,” you whisper to him. “That was so good.”

“You will need additional hydration before you go to bed tonight.”

You laugh, “Yes, okay.” He slips out of you as he puts you down. You feel his cum soaking your underwear, dripping down your leg.

*

When they finally appear, you’re lying in bed working on your datapad. Tech is next to you doing the same.

“Thought you were tired.” Crosshair raises an eyebrow.

“Felt a bit reinvigorated. Plus, he’s making sure I drink enough water so I’m not hungover.”

Soon you’re surrounded by them, and you’re happy to have your bed filled with their conversation and laughter. Tech gets up after a while.

“Crosshair can sleep on my side,” he says, leaning over to kiss you. “I will work on the couch.”

“That’s what you get for napping during the day,” you smile up at him. He rolls his eyes.

As soon as the space is vacated, Crosshair is on your other side. “Mmmm…it’s nice over here. Doesn’t have the Wrecker divot.”

“Hey!” laughs the big man.

“Or the Hunter butt bowl.” You give Crosshair a little smack, but Hunter does have that ample ass.

“We can’t all be stick-straight, Crosshair,” says Hunter. “Plus, she likes my butt.”

“That I do.” You reach around him to give it a squeeze.

Soon enough, Crosshair is nestled against you, with Wrecker and Hunter practically spooning to rest their arms over you.

“Just get comfy, boys, but don’t squish me. I’m not going anywhere.”

*

Tech looks in at the bodies strewn across the bed. Everyone appears peaceful in their sleep, despite the snoring. Even though he’s not tired, he itches to get into bed next to you, to feel your body curl into his. As he turns back to his work, his thought is simply that everyone looks content.

And that is because everyone is.

*** Read the rest of the series here.

Fair warning: It can get kinky.