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Prompt 36 Female reader/Hunter/Tech

Tech and Hunter are losing against Reader (bounty hunter or something) and she says the line to them with a wink. They eventually realize that she’s cheating. She’s been seeing the cards in Tech’s goggles or something and strip Sabacc gets interesting

Spit roasting if possible. Hunter can smell how excited she is or something when he takes off his top and is just left in the bottoms

god I love the Hunter/Tech dynamic it's one of my favorites. Hope you enjoy my dear <33

A Good Way to Pass the Time

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Pairing: Hunter/Reader/Tech

Rating: Explicit (minors dni)

Warnings: PiV, Spitroasting, MFM threesome, light degradation (use of slut and whore), dirty talk, strip sabacc

Word Count: 3.1k

You didn’t typically take jobs that directly opposed the Republic; no matter how strong the underground circles were, they didn’t have the resources to protect you from the hordes of clones the Republic threw at valuable assets. This job, however, seemed to be low-risk, high-reward: all you needed to do was steal a few pieces of sensitive information from a seemingly low-security base. The pay was good, and the Hutts had even offered to forgive one of your friend’s debts. In hindsight, you should’ve realized the job was too good to be true.

The base was on a remote snow planet in the Outer Rim-- Chirgay, if you remembered your briefing correctly. The name didn’t seem to matter too much as you trudged through the frozen hellscape to the base. The grey building nearly melted away in the thick fog, and you almost walked into one of the thick walls. Thankfully, you were able to avoid the embarrassment, sliding into one of the tunnels you had discovered instead.

Your boots clicked on the tile floor of the base. Everything was eerily silent; you wondered if this was some sort of trap set up by the Hutts to kill you. It wasn’t until you saw Republic iconography that you released the nervous breath you were holding. Edging carefully down the halls, you eventually came to a door marked with several security clearance warnings. If there was sensitive information stored in the building’s computers, you’d access it from there.

You made quick work of the lock, scanning the door for any sort of hidden mechanisms. When you were sure you were in the clear, you inched the door open and slipped inside. As you were about to sigh in relief, you came face to face with a man (a soldier? But he didn’t look like a clone) sitting in a chair with a datapad in hand. A pair of goggles rested on his face, and the glow of the computers made the lenses reflective; your look of shock was mirrored back to you in the glass mockingly.

“Hello,” the man said smugly. You reached for your blaster, but the flash of a stun bolt hit you before you could even unholster your weapon.

You woke up on the floor of a different room, hands cuffed behind your back. The man who shot you earlier was crouched beside you, and you could see at least two other pairs of legs from your position. You shot upright violently, trying to jerk your arms out of the binders.

“Someone’s awake,” a sibilant voice drawled from behind you. Craning your neck, you saw a lanky man with a rifle slung over his shoulder and a man with a litany of prosthetics. In front of you was an impossibly large man with a scar who peered at you from behind a stockier man with long hair. The man with goggles grabbed your arm and pulled you upright.

“Did you get in contact with Cody?” he asked, and you grimaced. Though you didn’t know who these men were, you were definitely familiar with the Marshal Commander. They had to be Republic soldiers if they reported to him.

“He’s not on Coruscant. We’re gonna have to take her there ourselves,” the man with long hair reported. A few of the men groaned.

“I don’t love being cooped up here, but it’s better than six days of hyperspace on the ship,” the large man complained, and the man with the rifle nodded.

“At least here I can go outside if I need some peace and quiet,” he said. Your eyes bounced back and forth between your captors, trying to piece together your predicament.

“I’m sorry, I don’t know why I’m handcuffed?” you tried the innocent girl angle, rattling the cuffs behind you pathetically. “I just got lost in the storm and needed shelter.

The man with the rifle snorted and you pursed your lips. A quick glance around told you that no one was buying your story.

“Nice try, but we’re not that dumb,” the man with long hair said.

“Yeah, and even if we were, you’ve got at least two arrest warrants out on ya,” the large man added. You slumped your shoulders, figuring that you weren’t going to win this battle while outnumbered five to one.

“We still have to keep watch here, in case they send someone else. Crosshair, Wrecker, and I could stay here, while you and Tech take her back to Coruscant?” the man with the prosthetics finally spoke up with a plan.

“Sounds good to me,” the man with goggles-- Tech, you assumed-- nodded in agreement. The large man, who you guessed had to be Wrecker, looked visibly relaxed knowing that he wouldn’t have to leave the base.

“Is that alright with you, Hunter?” he asked. Wrecker’s need for confirmation made you conclude that the one with long hair-- Hunter-- must be the leader in some way.

“Yeah, we can do that. You guys stripped all her weapons, right?” Hunter asked. The slim man, who had to be Crosshair by process of elimination, tossed your blasters and knife onto a small table. Hunter surveyed the weapons before turning and walking over to you slowly. You narrowed your eyes, hoping that he couldn’t sense your nervousness. He looked you up and down before reaching into your jacket pocket and procuring another small knife that you had tucked away in case of emergency. You resisted the urge to swear loudly.

“Must’ve missed this one,” Hunter commented, pocketing the knife without ever breaking eye contact with you. His intensity made you shudder.

“Well, I think we should get going. If Cody is unavailable, it is even more pertinent that we head to Coruscant in a timely manner,” Tech said, pulling you out of your staring contest with Hunter. Without missing a beat, he grabbed you by the shoulder and started guiding you out of the room and towards the hangar. As he removed you from the room, you tried in vain to hear what the others were muttering to Hunter.

The first few hours in hyperspace were tense. Tech kept making slight adjustments to the flight path, startling you alert every few minutes. Hunter stared at you with such intensity that you thought you were going to explode; every time you glanced over at him, he was scanning over you intently.

It had been Tech’s idea to keep you in the cockpit. Hunter had wanted to keep you in binders in the cargo hold, but he was outvoted by Tech’s reasoning that the trip was too long for that, as well as your threats to break as many things as you could if he locked you up. In the cockpit, there would always be someone to keep an eye on you. After several hours, Tech turned over the controls to Hunter and slipped back into the body of the ship, likely to get some sleep. You dozed as well, noting that the boys had switched while you were asleep; Tech was now stationed back in the pilot’s seat.

After a day, you were hopelessly bored. Against your better judgment, you started pestering Hunter, who was lounging in the pilot’s seat and twirling his knife.

“Talk to me,” you demanded. Hunter just snorted.

“Why would I do that?” he said dismissively.

“Because I’m bored. And I’ll only become more annoying if you don’t entertain me,” you replied. The door to the cockpit slid open and Tech strode in, fiddling with some device. You brightened at the prospect of a new person to annoy. “Tech, Hunter won’t entertain me,”

“He has no reason to,” Tech replied matter-of-factly. You sighed dramatically, readying yourself to start rambling on about the most annoying topic you could think of. Before you could start, however, Hunter seemed to concede to your whims.

“Fine. Let’s play Sabacc,” he said, digging around in a drawer for a deck to play with. Tech gave him a sideways glance, confused at his suggestion.

“What are we going to play with? It’s not like we’re going to give her any credits,” he said. Hunter turned back to you, one eyebrow raised. You got the message quickly and gave him a nod.

“I was thinking more along the lines of Strip Sabacc,” Hunter said. From what you knew about Tech, you fully expected him to splutter and drop what he was working on. Instead, he just set his tools down calmly and gestured over to you, still sitting on the floor.

“That’s hardly fair. We would be at a significant advantage due to our armor,” he reasoned. You shrugged, looking between the two men.

“I don’t mind. I’m pretty good at Sabacc,” you said.

“If you insist,” Tech said, taking the deck from Hunter and settling on the ground, dealing out a hand to the three of you.

All worries that Tech had about unfairness were out the window in three hands. By the tenth, he was starting to get suspicious. He and Hunter lost nearly all of their armor, only their thigh plates left. You, on the other hand, had only lost both of your socks.

“No fucking way,” Hunter said as you set your cards down. It was the seventh hand in a row you had won. Tech shook his head as he moved to take off the last of his armor.

“This seems statistically impossible. There’s no way you should be winning so often,” he said. You smiled coyly as you dealt another hand. As the boys held up their cards, you glanced over at Tech. His goggles were perfectly reflecting his hand and most of Hunter’s. You felt a bit bad about cheating, but they were turning you over to the government; you were allowed to have a bit of fun.

“Come on, I don’t know why you’re complaining. You were the ones who wanted to play strip Sabacc, remember?” you said with a wink. Tech glared at you but noticed that something was slightly off about your gaze. You weren’t quite looking him in the eye, instead looking almost at his cheekbones. You were looking at the bottom of his goggles.

“Hunter, look at me,” Tech snapped his head to his brother quickly. “Can you see your reflection in my goggles?”

“What? Yeah, I thought you knew that already--” Hunter cut himself off, the realization hitting him. Your eyes flew open as both of the men turned back to you, Hunter with a small flash of annoyance, Tech with a look of intrigue.

“I should’ve known the only way to account for a statistical impossibility was cheating,” Tech said in an even tone. Their stares were so intense that you felt yourself shiver. It wasn’t until you felt the heat pooling in your abdomen that you realized that the shiver wasn’t just from nerves alone.

“I guess it only makes sense that you wouldn’t play fair,” Hunter said, voice a low growl. You tried to subtly rub your legs together, but Tech caught you in the act. One hand shot out to grab your knee, holding your legs open slightly.

“It’s only fair that you make up for the times you should’ve lost, isn’t that right?” Tech said, eyes flicking all over your face to make sure that you were okay with his actions. “I think that three articles of clothing should be sufficient,”

Eyes locked with Tech’s you began to slowly remove your shirt. Goosebumps erupted on the newly exposed skin, the cool air of the ship a stark contrast to your now overheated body. As you discarded your shirt, you allowed them a moment to appraise you before you began working at the button on your pants.

“Beautiful,” Tech muttered under his breath as you began to shimmy out of your pants. You felt a shock of arousal bolt through you at the praise, your panties growing damp in anticipation. You had just barely gotten your bottoms off before Hunter was grabbing you by the ankle and pulling you into his lap. Even Tech looked a bit startled.

“Fuck, cyar’ika. Can smell how turned on you are,” he said, pulling your hips flush with his. You could feel his cock growing hard through his blacks and you whimpered softly. “Gonna eat this pretty pussy until you’re a mess on the floor,”

“Wait, Hunter,” Tech placed a hand on your arm, the touch surprisingly gentle compared to the way Hunter was manhandling you. “Are you sure you want this, sweetheart?”

You smiled warmly at Tech’s concern, looking between him and Hunter. “I think that if you two don’t fuck me now, I’ll just go take care of myself,”

Your teasing snapped Tech back out of his concern and he forced you to lie down by your shoulders. He positioned himself so that your head was in his lap, his fingers roughly carding through your hair.

“Bet you taste as sweet as you smell,” Hunter growled, throwing your legs over his shoulders and pawing at the fabric of your panties. Grabbing his abandoned vibroblade, he easily cut through the material and threw the useless scrap of fabric off to the side. You barely had time to register what was happening before Hunter was licking a warm stripe up your pussy, gathering the slick that was dripping there.

“Fuck, Hunter!” you cried out and tried to reach for his hair, but Tech grabbed your arms and pinned them above your head with one hand.

“Bad girls don’t get to touch,” he chastised, reaching down with his free hand to grope your breast through your bra. “You’ll take what we give you,”

“Yes, sir,” you whined eagerly as Hunter devoured you. Your hips would jerk every time he swirled his tongue around your clit, trying desperately to chase the feeling of his tongue. Hunter growled against you as you bucked against his face, clearly enjoying the show.

“So fucking sweet,” he mumbled into your folds, teasing your hole with his tongue. His thumb came up to play with your clit as he fucked you with his tongue. You writhed on the ground, still restrained by Tech’s bruising hold on your wrists. You felt your orgasm grow closer and closer as Hunter continued his work.

“Fuck, Hunter, I’m gonna come,” you whimpered out a warning. With one last lick to your clit, Hunter pulled away entirely, leaving you a whining mess on the ground as you fell away from the edge. “Come on, that’s not fair!”

“Since when are you concerned with fair, cyar’ika?” Hunter smirked, his face glistening with your slick. The sight was enough to make you moan loudly.

“So loud,” Tech scolded as he helped pull you into a kneeling position. Hunter stood over you, a predatory gleam in his eye.

“I think I can shut her up,” he said, suddenly gripping you by the hair and pulling you downward. You caught yourself on your hands, suddenly at eye-level with the prominent bulge in his blacks. Hunter laughed as your eyes went wide.

“Think you can take both of us at once, sweetheart?” Tech said from behind you. Involuntarily, you clenched around nothing. Tech laughed and smacked your ass gently, causing you to yelp. “Should’ve known what a little whore you are,”

The tone of his voice combined with his filthy words caused you to push back against the man, trying to get him to touch you. The rustle of fabric sounded from behind you, and you glanced over your shoulder to see Tech stroking his cock lazily. You bit your lip.

“Hey, eyes over here,” Hunter said, grabbing your chin and forcing you to face him. His own cock was in his hand, and you submissively opened your mouth for him. As you were about to take him in your mouth, Tech sunk into you with a groan, causing you to jerk forward and choke on Hunter’s cock. His grip on your chin tightened as his cock hit the back of your throat, and he pulled out quickly to make sure you wouldn’t choke.

“So tight,” Tech groaned behind you, setting a languid pace as he let you adjust to his size. Relishing in the way you stretched around Tech, you once again wrapped your lips around Hunter’s cock, this time more focused on tracing the throbbing vein on the underside with your tongue.

“You look so good like this, cyar’ika,” Hunter breathed shakily as you bobbed your head on his length. “Stuffed from both ends like a good slut,”

Your moans were muffled by Hunter’s cock as Tech picked up his pace, taking stock of every move that made your walls tense around him. It wasn’t long until he hit that spot inside you that made your vision blank out, and you moaned wantonly on Hunter’s length. The vibrations made him twitch in your mouth and grab you by the head, guiding you up and down his cock.

“Fuck, not gonna last,” Hunter muttered out as he twitched on your tongue once more. “Where do you want me to come?”

You answered by taking him all the way down your throat. He groaned as he thrust his hips a few times before spilling in your mouth, making sure you had swallowed every drop. The noises Hunter made as he came brought you closer and closer to the edge, combined with the way Tech was now fucking you roughly and muttering praises above you. He brought his hand around to play with your clit, and it only took you a few more thrusts before you were moaning eagerly as you came. Tech swore as you tightened around him, hips stuttering as he came inside you. The two of you worked through your orgasms, Tech thrusting lazily as you milked his cock. Hunter had recovered enough to catch you when your arms gave out from exhaustion.

“Fucking hell,” you mumbled as Hunter held you. Tech ran to a closet to grab a few blankets, laying them over your mostly naked body as you twitched through the aftershocks of your orgasm. When he had tucked himself back into his blacks, he joined you and Hunter on the floor. “Can we do that again?”

Tech raised an eyebrow at you, and Hunter laughed at your eager look. Glancing at the clock, Tech pressed a soft kiss to your temple.

“It appears we still have about 110 hours of travel time,” he reported.

“Good. As soon as you two have recovered, I want a real punishment for cheating,” you said flirtatiously.

You probably should have waited to ask for your punishment, because you couldn’t sit down for the remainder of the trip.

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NSFW Boba Fett and Han Solo thought inspired by a tiktok @malewife-hansolo shared with me. Slight degradation kink (Boba calls you a "nasty girl" and the reader likes it.).

Pairing: Boba Fett x Female Reader x Han Solo

"Mmmh..." Boba hums deeply as he peers over at you from across the room. You'd been in his chambers waiting for him to finish his work. Desperate and needy but sometimes work still has to be put before fucking. That was until Han had walked in.

"Help our princess out, Solo. She's been patient and needs a cock to ride." And that's exactly what you're doing right now. Han is stretched out underneath you as you squeeze his hips between your calves, thighs smacking the top of his hairy legs every time you fuck yourself on his length. Han's hands grab fist fulls of your ass as he helps you move over him. Undulating as your roll your hips over and over again. He lightly runs his nails down the length of your back causing you to squeeze around him as you fall forward, bracing yourself on the bed between his spread legs.

You look up and Boba is watching you, eyes no longer trained on the holopad in his lap. He's clearly watching your breasts swing and bounce from the force of you riding your shared lover.

"Do that thing you do to me." His voice is deep. Boba enjoys watching you this way.

You follow his soft order without thought. Sitting back up, slowly finding your balance once more, you cup Han's balls gently in your hand. Han's shout if pleasure from behind you is as clear as day. The way he's so desperate, trying hard not to come just yet, has you dripping around his cock as you begin to move with more force. In your eagerness, your fingers brush against Han's puckered hole. His reaction is immediate. He bucks up into you, half raising himself off the bed as he squeezes your hips tighter than you've ever experienced from him.

Han's panting loudly and you don't need the strangled "Do it again," for encouragement. You've already licked the forefinger of your free hand. Getting it as wet as possible as you reach underneath the hand that's still cradling Han's balls. You find the spot easily and begin to tease him once more.

"Oh you nasty girl. You've never even done that to me." His chuckle makes your face flush but his words make your heart pound. It's true. You want to be nasty. For Han. For Boba. Only for them. You smile as you add a second finger to the one teasing Han's ass.

You look up for reassurance just in time to see Boba pulling his leaking cock out from beneath his robes. His hand moves slowly over his swollen cock in comparison to you riding Han. But now instead of observing from the other side of the room, Boba's only feet away from the edge of the bed. So close–

"She liked it!" Han's strangled voice catches both of your attentions. Looking over your shoulder you see his face. Hair sweaty and disheveled, face contorted in pleasure, eyes shut tight as he tries to concentrate. "Liked being called n-asty." The last word is broken as you clench around him again. The tips of your fingers breach his tight hole and you're both moaning in unison.

The rough fingers of Boba's hand finds your chin as he forces you to look back at him. His dark eyes stare into yours. He's thinking while his hand still slowly moves along his length. Then he's leaning in, barely an inch away from your face. "You like being our nasty girl?" You shake your head, lips too puckered to form a proper response. You've given up riding Han, concentrating on fucking Han's ass with your spit-soaked fingers. Han's a clever man. He knows to keep his hips moving for you.

Boba straightens up and holds the tip of his leaking cock out infront of your mouth. "Nasty girls know what to do when offered a cock. Go ahead. Show us how nasty you can be then, girly."

You suck him eagerly. His heady scent filling your senses as you work your lips up and down his silken steel shaft. Precum dribbling on your tongue. It's sloppy. No where near your normal standards. But your hands are otherwise occupied. Fingers stuffed inside Han's ass, hand softly squeezing and rolling his sack. Your moans fall frequent and loud along with your drool. The attention you're receiving and the words 9f encouragement from both of your lovers drives you straight to the precipice of your orgasm.

"Is my nasty girl about to come? Stuffed full from both ends and fucking Solo's ass?"

Fuck. Shit fuck you come. Hard and wet and loud. And it's so fucking powerful your vision goes lax. Unable to concentrate on anything besides the ecstasy radiating out from your cunt as you come on Han's lengthy cock. Bit even that is twitching inside of you. Pulsing. Filling you full.

You come to your senses slightly as Han slows his thrusts and your orgasm starts to wane. "Fuckingperfect," Boba's tone indicates pride. "Can you take just a bit more?" His eyes are soft. Not wanting to push you but you tighten your lips around the head of his cock, running your tongue along the tip, and suck. "That's my-" he breaks off as he thrusts shallowly inside your hollowed mouth. His hand works furiously over his shaft. "–nasty girl,"

He spills himself inside your mouth, chest heaving, and head bowed. You swallow as much of his musky load as possible, but still some escapes out the sides of your mouth. You stay still. All three of you trying to come down from your collective high. Han's fingers gently brush your hips. Boba eases from your mouth, eyes half lidded, shoulders relaxed. His dark eyes drinking you in like water as he brings his hand up to gently wipe his spent from your face.

"What do you think?" Boba's looking at you but you know he's talking to Han. "Does our nasty girl deserve a reward?" Han's reply comes in the form of grabbing you and flipping you underneath.

"You know, I think she does." His wolfish smile has you ready for more.

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Commander Fox x fem!Reader; fox's favourite senator would much rather steal a moment from him in the fresher than be in a room of pompous suits and dresses for any longer | w/c: 2395

Warnings: vaginal fingering, cunnilingus (oral sex, f receiving), cum eating, semi-public but not really ish. terrible present/past tense consistency. 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

A/N: ITS ALWAYS THE ONES YOU LOVE THAT YOU WRITE SO LITTLE FOR. here's some juice about my husband mr sly fox (if this flops i will scream fox deserves better)

Gloved hands slide up your thighs, pushing aside the skirt of your dress from the slit that ends only inches below your hips. A long skirt that maintained the modesty expected of a woman in the Senate such as yourself, but with a dangerous slit that was sure to grab the attention of a certain clone commander who had—fortunately for you—been placed in charge of the gala staff for the night.

It was the tilt of his helmet as he caught sight of you that pulled you away from your conversation, excusing yourself with a charming smile and a wink to saunter over to where Fox was standing.

You had raised your glass at him. 'Commander Fox,' you smiled, your tone conveying a fake surprise towards his presence as you approached his guard at the doorway, 'It's a pleasure to see you here.'

Fox simply nodded in response, cautious of any surrounding patrons that may have been interested as to why you were speaking to an on-duty Clone Commander of all people, especially at an event that hosted the galaxy's most wealthy and powerful. Still, he smirked under his bucket, chest seizing with pride and knowing why. But it doesn't prevent him from pointedly eyeing you up and down with the drop of his visor and responding smugly, 'The pleasure is all mine, Senator.'

You hum, holding the glass up again. 'You've done a wonderful job tonight, Commander. Shall we toast?'

Fox folds his arms, a playful tone masking otherwise serious words, 'You know I can't drink on the job.' His voice is lowered.

You shrug in short-lived disappointment, knocking your head back and downing the rest of your drink. You place the empty glass on a passing tray, looking back at the Commander with a mischievous glint in your already sparkling eyes.

'Not even in private?'

He definitely catches on. Fox clears his throat, standing straighter and correcting the relaxed posture you hadn't realised he had undertaken when you approached him. 'Senator, I believe you are needed upstairs,' he tells you, volume rising ever so slightly for the ears of those in your vicinity, 'Somebody requests your presence.'

You raise an eyebrow, returning the smirk you know he has been hiding underneath the bucket, 'Somebody?'

He nods, a little too eagerly that you have to stifle a laugh, 'The matter is urgent.'

You bite back the grin that tries to spread across your face, looking over your shoulder to check for curious eyes before realigning your gaze with Fox's visor. 'Then would you do me the kindness of escorting me?'

He nods again, holding his arm out for you to take. 'It would be my pleasure.'

With excitement, you matched his ridiculously fast strides out of the lavishly directed main room and into the adjacent corridors. When you were finally out of sight from both staff and guests, you had asked him in a giggle, 'Where are we going?'.

And rudely, Fox had cut you off, inducing a yelp from you as he forcefully ushered you inside what looked to be a fresher. The door hisses shut behind him; the sound cut off by the clatter of plastoid against the ground as he yanked his helmet off. His hands find your face, bringing your lips to his as he pushed you further into the room.

'Fox, what if someone walks in?' you pull away long enough to pose the question with a laugh before you're reconnecting your mouths.

'Private...fresher,' he manages between kisses, and then parts your mouths to properly answer your question, 'Some senators complained about sharing with the Guard.' He presses his forehead against yours as you both catch your breaths.

You nod in understanding, giving him another kiss, though this one is more sweet and chaste. 'I wouldn't mind sharing a fresher with you,' you hum.

He chuckles, pressing you against the counter in front of the fresher's wide-span mirror. 'I think a lot of people would say the same about you.' His hold slightly tightens at your hips, a subtle request for you to seat yourself on the counter. You eagerly follow his request, only a small jump necessary for your bottom to find purchase on the surface behind you. Instinctively, you part your legs to welcome Fox between them.

'It's a shame I don't have eyes for any of them,' you smile up at him as he moves closer to you. You drop your gaze to his lips for a fleeting moment before reconnecting your eyes with his, 'Just you.'

'You sure I'm enough for you?' he questions amusedly, though there's some semblance of concern that you almost don't catch with his charming smile and the closing distance between the two of you.

'More than enough,' you reassure, adoration in your eyes as you see the self-doubt drain from his. 'But,' you continue, biting your lip provocatively at him, 'I wouldn't mind if you proved me right.' You pointedly spread your legs wider around him.

'Yeah?' he breathes, lowering himself to one knee in front of you. 'I wouldn't mind either.'

You grin, legs moving over his shoulders as he grips your thighs underneath your dress. The fabric of your skirt drapes to your sides as the high slit allows Fox the space for him to attend to where you need him most without hindrance. Your hand finds a place in his well-kept hair, and he's clearly receptive when you tug at the black curls.

You jolt when he presses his nose into your clothed panties without warning, the apex nuzzling your clit through the light fabric. A laugh rumbles up in his throat as he senses your legs tensing around him, and the noise momentarily vibrates through your core.

'So needy...' he mumbles, shamelessly inhaling your scent through his nose as his face remains between your legs.

'Fox,' you chastise, 'Someone will notice we're gone if you don't hurry up.'

He hums, though offers no words in response. Instead, he moves his hands back up your thighs to your hips, snatching the waist of your panties to drag them down your legs, ever so slowly.

He looks up at you from between your legs. His eyes shine with roguishness and you find yourself wanting to roll your eyes at the audacity he has to tease you right now—he wouldn't be doing this if you hadn't made your way over to him. Though, there's nothing to say that he wouldn't have sought you out anyways, not with the dress you were definitely wearing for him (though you'd never admit that).

Thick fingers separate your folds, making no indication that Fox intends to rush things. He smirks at the sight of your cunt minutely clenching around nothing, holding onto the groan that threatens to make its way to your ears as you not-so-patiently wait for him. Your arousal is obvious and beginning to leak out of you, but unfortunately for you, Fox is a very patient man, and decides he doesn't want a taste. Not yet.

You whine, in both pleasure and exasperation when Fox thumbs your clit, the gloved digit providing an unexpected but still enjoyable friction. But it's slow, and you're not sure how much time you have.

'Fox,' you drawl, one leg falling to his side while the other remains on his shoulders. 'The faster we finish this the earlier we can go home.'

The clone commander perks up at that, grunting in agreement as he brings his hand lower to your entrance. He pauses, and then lifts his hand up to your mouth, gesturing to the black glove still on it.

'Bite,' he orders.

You smirk, 'Didn't know you were into that, Fox,' you emphasise the irony.

He rolls his eyes, and you maintain eye contact with him as your front teeth catches the slightest bit of fabric at the end of his finger. He frees his hand and you release the glove from between your teeth to the counter beside you. In that time, he reverts his attention to your where you are still waiting for him.

Already slick, he pushes a finger inside you, sliding it back and forth to test the waters before allowing another digit to accompany the one already inside.

You hunch forward and wince with the sudden sensation, and Fox is there to cradle your head against him, his other hand smoothing down your hair as he waits for the go-ahead. He feels your walls clench around his digits, pulsing erratically until they eventually relax and you lift your head from him to give him a small nod.

He begins setting a fervent pace—neither slow nor fast, but one that makes you cling to him as the drag of his fingers inside you as it becomes a feeling like no other. You close your eyes in a state of delirium; a steady-state of mind that has you perusing a tide-like pleasure, rising and falling with each push of his fingers in and out of you.

Only when you jerk your hips as he crooks his fingers does Fox consider speeding up, and so he watches the contortion of your face as he begins varying his ministrations.

'Fox,' you whine, meeting his gaze when you open your eyes, half-lidded in pleasure whilst simultaneously readjusting to the light of the fresher. 'I need - Oh!' You're cut off as the movement of his digits becomes more forceful.

'You look so pretty like this,' he says smugly, pleased by the moans he's eliciting from you with just the simple thrusts of his fingers—reveling in how receptive you are to him.

You let out a long moan, struggling to re-grasp your words. 'Kriff - I need more,' you whimper pathetically, 'Please.'

'Thought I was enough for you?' he teases, especially amused by your hand that slaps down on the thigh you have hooked over his shoulder. You claw at the exposed leg.

'Then prove it to me,' you beg, attempting to serve it as a reminder. 'Make me cum. I want to feel it when I go back out there.'

Fox groans into your thigh, nodding as a show of the same desire you have.

He rotates his fingers inside you so that his palm faces upwards—the new position allowing him to reach further into your intimate depths, one of many parts of yourself you've let him explore time and time again.

His ministrations become faster, less calculated, and you can barely give him a warning of your impending orgasm as your legs seize on either side of him. He catches on with your erratic breathing—inhales punctuated with high mewls and satisfied chants. Yes yes yes.

You grit your teeth as his pace continues unrelentingly, but your attempt to quell the noises escaping your lips is futile when Fox's thumb finds your clit again, rubbing harsh circles that move with the same rigour of his fingers.

'Fuck!' you almost wail, 'I'm gonna cum...'

Your euphoria crescendos into an almost blinding orgasm, though the glaring light on the fresher ceiling may be partly to blame. You lose track of all your senses. All you can see is white light and you can't even hear how loud you're riding out that wave of pleasure as the world becomes white noise around you. But you can still feel him and everything he's doing to you. You're completely aware of the fingers that get pulled from your sopping cunt, and the fan of his breath as his nose pushes between your folds and his tongue finds your entrance.

He laps at your cunt, and the first noise you tune into when your hearing comes back is the slurping of his tongue at your entrance, prodding and sucking at your slick mess. You whine and whimper and curse, legs twitching at the continued stimulation at your sex.

You drop your head and it lolls to the side, allowing you to peer over your shoulder to look at the mirror behind you. Your eyes widen at your appearance. You look completely debauched. While your makeup held up pretty well, there's a sheer coat of sweat over your face, you breathe heavily as if you had just run a marathon, and your well-styled hair is now frizzy and wholly a mess.

You don't even realise Fox has finished his assault on your cunt until he's bringing himself onto his feet and meeting your gaze through the slightly fogged up mirror. You narrow your eyes as you give his reflection a once-over.

This isn't fair, you think to yourself. He looks just as good as ever, like a god with his stature and exuding confidence. He looks almost unaffected by your secret-fresher affairs, save for the remains of your slickness around his lips. Still, it's not something a quick wipe of his mouth or a calculated kiss can't fix, and any sign of what he had been up to would be easily hidden by the bucket he'll have to put back on.

But you don't have a bucket. You have toilet paper to blot down your skin and shaky fingers to brush through your hair. And Fox has the audacity to try to compliment you.

'You look beautiful,' he murmurs with complete sincerity. He helps you down from the counter and you welcome the unnecessary gesture as you balance yourself on him. He turns you around to face the mirror, arms looping around n front of you and making a feeble attempt to smooth down the front of your dress. 'The dress is a bonus.'

You snort, but you can feel your cheeks warming up.

'Red's your colour,' he squeezes your waist in appreciation.

'Glad you think so,' you smile, pulling away once you're sure you've done your best in making yourself look presentable again. He follows you out the door, walking silently with you with his bucket underneath his arm until you abruptly halt at the large doors leading to the main room.

He looks back at you, matching the concern on your face with confusion.

'Where's my underwear?'

A knowing smirk overtakes his features. The only response you're given is an unconvincing shrug as he fixes his helmet back onto his head, seeking out his brothers to tell them that the rest of the night has more pressing matters for him to attend to.

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#I love him #fox sluts are the backbone of society #other people’s writing

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This made me laugh out loud in public

“on all levels except physical, i am a wolf”

#other people’s art

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He’s finally done! The second addition to my Bad Batch pinup series is everyone’s favourite asshole Crosshair <3

I took creative liberties on his tattoos - I’m giving them all one matching tattoo anyway (their teams emblem, just altered to suit their individual personalities) I went with a bandolier around one arm and a snake for him too, because I think that’s extremely fitting.

I’m sorry this took so long, life got very busy, but I’m hoping to do the rest quicker! Who do you want me to do next?

#this is so good omg #he is so hot #other people’s art

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Mentally i am this little cat

#she is so pretty

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Tech in smutty fanfic has two very distinct personalities: teasing, slightly mean dom or getting pegged™️

They are both correct.

#the bad batch #tbb tech #tech bad batch #tbb

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✨just fandom things✨

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Just Friends, Right?***

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Tech X F!Reader

word count: 4.7k... as you can see I like a build up rather than jump straight in.

After seeking help from Tech, you settle next to him with a holomovie only for a more erotic scene to come on which led to you both having a interesting conversation.

warnings: NSFW, 18+ only, smut, vaginal fingering, dirty talk, praise, mentions of porn, mention of masturbation, slightly embarrassed reader, some fluff at end, swearing, slight voyeurism I suppose.

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Why can’t you have one nice thing for yourself for once? You could scream but at the risk of waking the ship, you decided to let it pass until morning comes when you will unleash the the thunder on Wrecker who has now broken your holopad, the screen cracked and buttons hardly working.

It was your own fault really, allowing him to use it in the first place but since all you wanted to do was lay back and watch a holomovie that but now that can’t happen.

The ship was currently parked on the outskirts of a moon that you wasn’t too sure what the name was, laying low for the time being rather than answer one of Cid’s calls for a new mission. Just once, you wanted to relax instead of stealing bizarre creatures for clients, getting nearly killed by a swarm of irlings or getting captured by Zygerrian Slavers. If not that, it’s fleeting from the Empire.

You hopped out of your seat and decided to look around for Tech, maybe he could help fix up your device. He wasn’t in the copilots seat and you imagined he wasn’t outside as the door was closed so you made your way into the back and sure enough he was there in his bunk. It was quite an unusual sight to see as you would often find him passed out in a chair rather than his bunk, some technical device in his grasp.

He hadn’t seen you, his bunk above Echo’s who was passed out, snoring away softly with with his makeshift curtains drawn to a close.

“Hey, Tech? You still up?” You asked in a hushed tone, looking around to make nobody else stirred awake by you. You could only imagine that he was still up, seeing the flashing lights from his bunk and soon you heard a ‘yes, why?’

“Are you busy? I need your help?”

There was a short silence.

“I’m always busy but I suppose I can pause what I am doing to help you, do you need me to come down?” Tech asks, no sign of annoyance in his tone. In fact, he sounded rather eager to help you.

You thought for a moment before grabbing up onto the ledge of his bunk, hauling yourself up. Tech panicked for a mere moment before chuckling softly. “Or come up.”

“Hi, yeah, sorry,” you fumble as you pulled yourself next to him, keeping a somewhat respectable distance, “it’s just a little problem I have.”

Tech was leaning against the wall, his knees brought up with his holopad resting against it to keep it propped up. By the looks of it, he was in the middle of watching a holomovie too.

“Here,” you say, passing over your own holopad, grimacing at the sight, “it’s a little broken.”

Tech took it into his grasp, pushing up the goggles from the tip of his nose before turning to you. “Did you drop it?”

You chuckle. “I believe Wrecker either dropped it or sat on it. Found it wedged under the pilot seat as if to hide it.” You shook your head.

Tech had a somewhat amused look on his face. “I see. Not to worry, I should be able to fix this up for you. I just need to…” he sits up, you quickly grabbing his holopad before it could slip from his body and crash onto the ground, and rummages through a small lockbox that he kept at the end of his bunk, pulling out some odd tools, “grab this.” He says, holding up a small screwdriver.

“Thanks Tech.” You smile gratefully at him, only now realising he was just donned in his blacks, another sight you rarely saw from Tech.

He hummed in acceptance and you watched as he began working his magic, the skill he had was fairly incredible as he knew exactly what to pull apart, what bolt to twist and what wire to heave. You realised you were still holding his holopad and you glanced down. “What were you watching?”

“Oh just some terrible movie that I downloaded the other night.” He responded with a flick of his hand almost carelessly. “Not positively sure what it is about. Feel free to continue watching if you would like.”

You contemplated it for a moment. “Don’t you want to watch it? I did interrupt you after all.” You pointed out, sitting against the bunk wall, legs spread out over his blanket as you propped your knees it into a position he was in not too long ago.

“It doesn’t bother me if you interrupt me. If the others did then I probably would not have helped.”

The words made your cheeks heat up a little. He would stop what he was doing just for you? Now this peaked your interest. You arched an eyebrow at him, an amused smile on your lips. “Why just me?”

Tech realised that he may have let slip his small liking towards you, a lot more than his brothers anyway, a tad too casually. “Well their problems are fairly trivial.” He said again, casually.

“But this is just my holopad?” You counter, wanting him to show another hint of what he initially meant to you.

“Which is a needed device. You need it to keep track of data, transferring files, listening to reports, catching up on the latest galactic news.” He answers swiftly, not taking his eyes away from his tinkering.

You decided to let it slide for the time being, not saying much more and just nodding in acceptance to which Tech thanked you internally for.

So, you pressed play on the movie and sat back watching, positioning it so you both could see if Tech so chooses to join in.

When you had first climbed into his bunk, he was completely flustered and slightly embarrassed. Aside from Wrecker, his bunk was easily the messiest. It didn’t smell as bad as Wrecker’s due to the food he often left there for days on end but his bunk had wires hanging out, tools at the end of his bed, not a very comfortable setting which is mainly why he didn’t sleep in it.

But, he decided to have some downtime of his own and was not at all phased when you asked him to help. Besides, how could he refuse those pretty eyes?

You were watching the movie, somewhat into it and somewhat not but then your mouth dropped open as the whole scene changed and nothing but erotic relations began to appear. “Oh.”

Tech glanced up from his work, eyes slightly widening behind his yellow tinted goggles. “Well that certainly was not in the movie description.”

“I just thought it was about Bounty Hunters travelling through space and saving a senator?” You gaped, cheeks flushed as you find your eyes tearing away from the screen but not necessarily pausing it. You had lowered the volume however as the actress began moaning a little more erratically than before.

“As did I.” He kept his eyes in the screen and then his eyes trailed over to you, noticing your flustered state. “Feel free to turn it off if it makes you uncomfortable.”

It wasn’t necessarily the movie that had made you uncomfortable, it was who you were watching the movie with.

You cleared your throat and shook your head. “No, it’s fine…. Are you uncomfortable?” You then asked, glancing at him.

He shook his head. “I’m not if you’re not. Besides, sexual intercourse is a very natural process and has its benefits such as providing us with dopamine and oxytocin-”.

“Tech please,” you cut him off, not wanting to appear rude, “I am aware of what sex can do for us beneficially.”

He looked a little embarrassed but should have guessed that you knew about sex, probably more than he did. He wasn’t exactly one to go looking for someone to have sex with, the thought rarely crossing his mind but couldn’t help the twinge of jealousy that shot through him whenever he had heard you go off to someone’s place.

“Ah, yes, I apologise.”

“No need.” You smile gracefully up at him before resuming watching the movie. The actors/actresses were in a very intense position, her body shaking violently as what you could only imagine was her acting out her climax.

You scoffed and Tech glanced back at you, the tinkering of your holopad having stopped to watch whatever was happening on his own. “What is it?” He questioned.

“I don’t know it’s just,” you nod your head down to the movie popped against your legs, “seems unrealistic? If she’s going to, y’know,” you found yourself blushing a little, finding it bizarre that you’re having this conversation with one of your teammates, “then I thought they would ought to make it seem real. Nobody can do it that quick.”

“Do what?”

You stared at him, an embarrassed look in your eyes. “You know…”

“Orgasm?”

You shushed him in the fears someone would hear but nobody had stirred or made a comment or laugh so you were both in the clear. “Yes that… I prefer to use the term ‘cum’ but yes, to orgasm.” You exasperated in a hushed tone, turning down the volume of the movie all the way to mute.

Tech had moved your holopad to the side, sitting up a little straighter than before and he has to say, he was lucky that the lower half of his blacks was covered by his blanket and that you were on top of it rather than under. It appeared that all this talk about sex, plus the scene that was just played out to them as well as the fact that you, a beautiful person who had been attracted to for so long,even develop small feelings for, was in his bunk did excite him a little too much.

He took a gamble at his next set of words. “Is that why you are always tense?”

The question, as expected, caught you off guard. “What do you mean?” You asked as you turned onto your side, laying down a little into a more comfortable position despite what he just said.

“Well, given your disbelief of what we just saw about a woman reaching a climax like that so soon I can only wonder if that’s because of your choice of suitors?” He pushed his goggles back up his nose a little as he now had to crane his neck to look down at you.

You chewed on the inside of your cheek. Was it that obvious? Sure you got called moody sometimes by Echo and Hunter when things don’t go your own way but doesn’t most people react like that? He wasn’t lying though, your ‘suitors’ as Tech called them, have been less than - well - let’s say adequate. They tend to focus more on themselves rather than you which made you leave swiftly in the middle of the night, ignoring the amused smirk of Wrecker as you came crawling back into the Marauder with your hair a mess but looking royally pissed off.

“I-I don’t know what you mean.” You folded your arms over your chest, not wanting to admit what he said was true but Tech could see right through you.

“Of course you do but I will not question it any further.” Tech said simply.

Your side-eyed him for a moment, your arms unfolding as you began to play with your fingers instead before mumbling, “They’ve been pretty shit.”

Tech chuckled at your admission but stopped when he noticed him shoot him a glare. “It’s not funny, it’s embarrassing.”

“Why are you embarrassed?”

“Just am.”

“I don’t see why.” Tech told you, now moving onto his side and laying down, still keeping a respectable distance away from you. “It’s their problem for not satisfying you.”

Some reason, you were unconvinced, slightly feeling insecure. “I don’t know,” you mumble, dropping your hands to rest against your stomach, laying on your back and looking up to the ceiling of his bunk, “maybe it is my problem.”

Tech felt somewhat bad that he made you speak about this but he was certain that it wasn’t you that was the problem. “I doubt it. Forgive me if this is forward and you need not to answer but have you ever orgas- or ‘cum’ as you so put it?”

“Tech!” You squeaked, your hands instantly covering your face at his bold as asking, your voice hushed and muffled behind your hands. “W-why would you ask me that?” You ask, embarrassed.

Tech felt his cheeks heat up. “Well I figured that we are friends and you wouldn’t mind having this conversation me. Especially after what we’ve seen and talked about just before. Apologies if I made you uneasy.”

“You didn’t make me uneasy, it’s just a very bold question.” You pulled your hands away from your face, you fingers slightly dragging against your skin before they rest back on your stomach. “But to answer your question,” Tech’s head perked up, pleasantly surprised that you were going to answer, “I obviously have done but only if I’ve done it myself here.”

Here? He screamed in his head. He tried to suppress his groan that was threatening to spill from his lips as his length tightened against his blacks. Why had it never occurred to him that you would have at least once pleasured yourself here in his ship? Your bunk was directly opposite his own too and he had seen you draw the curtains close, even if you were not sleeping.

“Oh.” Was the only words that he could manage out.

You slowly nodded, breath hitching in your throat as the conversation soon died down. Why had he asked you that but not questioned much after that? Was it a shock? There was a tension in the air and you began to panic, wondering if this had ruined your friendship.

“I-I should get back to my bunk,” you sat up, legs instantly dangling over the side of his bunk, wing careful to not accidentally boot Echo in the head from behind his curtain, “I’ll grab my holopad tomorrow.”

“Wait!” Tech called out, cursing for his slightly raised voice, reaching out and taking a hold of your upper arm, stopping you from jumping down.

You looked over your shoulder at him, seeing him not sat up to and you couldn’t help but feel the heat of his gloved hand around your arm seep through. “Yeah?”

He cleared his throat, pulling his hand away but as he did you scooted back onto the bunk, crossing your legs as you sat, “I have a proposition, i-if you want to hear it?”

Your eyes widened a little after hearing his small stutter, something that you never heard. What was he going to ask that suddenly made him, the calmest and most collected batch mate, to stutter?

Nodding for him to continue, Tech paused for a moment before leaning beside you, unhitching his own makeshift curtain to his bunk and drawing it shut and enclosing you both in. “With your permission of course and my range of knowledge in this area from what I have researched, I would… well, I would be happy to assist you in releasing your tension through the use of releasing endorphins-”

“Are you asking to fuck me, Tech?”

Tech stopped his rambling at your direct and whispered question, mouth parting as he stared at you. You didn’t look horrified at the thought, in fact, you seemed intrigued.

“N-not sex per say, I was talking more about using my hands to help stimulate you.”

You stayed silent for a while, again chewing on the inside of your cheek as you thought about the proposition that was literally sat beside you

“This is just me asking as a friend, Y/N. I will not be offended if you were to decline.”

“Just a friend helping out a friend, right?” You asked with some signs of innocence, eyes locking onto his. He gulped and nodded.

You inhaled sharply, a sudden pool of heat settling between your legs. You couldn’t believe yourself as the words ‘okay then’ left your lips.

Tech breathed out slowly, his fingers twitching as you both looked at each other, waiting for the other to make the first move.

“Should I?” You nod down towards the bottoms of your blacks, hands resting on the hem as you slowly tugged at them.

“Allow me.” Tech answers, sitting on his knees at the other end of his bunk, your legs now in front of him.

You watched in anticipation as he leaned forward, his hands grazing your hips before his fingers found the band of your pants and began tugging them down slowly. His fingers, warm, traced along you skin as he did and he felt his breath hitch when he noticed that you already weren’t wearing any panties underneath your blacks.

Leaning back, your back hitting the pillow behind you, you watched as Tech pulled your pants all the way off, folding them up and placing them to the side before his eyes were trained on your legs that were pushed together.

Gently, his hands land on your shins before slowly sliding up past your knees and to your thighs. His fingers dug gently into your skin, palming your thighs as he massaged at your legs to loosen you up.

Your hand rested against your face, fingers digging into skin as your pinky finger traced over your lips, gently biting away the nervousness that was bubbling inside you as you watched him begin to spread your legs, the cool air of the ship wafting over your bare sex.

Tech’s cock was rock solid now, your pussy was already glistening with your slick for him. The thought of you being wet just for him caused him to moan softly at the sight, removing a glove from one hand then the other before tracing a finger along the inside of your thigh.

He was teasing you, you could see it on his face despite him not looking at you.

“Tech.” You whimpered, wanting this more than before as your hips buckled a little, gesturing you wanted touch.

His eyes landed on you though you were watching his hands and his focus maintained on you as he slowly traced his index finger against your delicate and soft folds, watching as your eyes rolled back, eyelids closing.

He kept doing this for a while more, collecting the slick on his index finger. Half tempted, he wanted to lick his finger but didn’t know if it was pushing too far so he went against it for now and instead slowly began to push his finger into you, followed by a soft moan from you.

Tech shifted positions, scooting a little closer to you as he began to pump his finger in and out of you, clenching his jaw as he feels you tighten your walls around his digit, watching your head lull back, your fingers flexing as you figure out what to touch so you settle on his blanket.

“This good so far?” He whispers, purely intoxicated by the sound of the soft squelching of your pussy as he begins to pick up the speed.

You could barely manage a response, besides, you were trying so hard not to explosively moan in the fears of waking the others. The feeling of his finger, followed by a second that he slid in made your back arch, your hand covering your mouth as he dived into you knuckle deep, his fingers rotating around inside you.

Tech chewed on his lower lip, his free hand coming to your hip and squeezing it gently as he hit against the spongy bit inside you; eyes blown wide at the reactions he was pulling from you. “You’re doing well.” He whispers to you though you could barely hear him through the sound of your quiet moans and groans.

“F-faster, please.” You begged quietly, eyes still closed. Now, you just wanted him to fuck you relentlessly with his fingers. He obeyed, quickening up his pace, fingers shooting in and out of you so quick that your legs began to shake, just as much as the actresses did in that movie though you were nowhere near to reaching your high.

Then, he pulled out of you. You opened your eyes to see what he was doing but gasped as he crawled over the top of you, an arm snaking around the back of your neck that he could clamp his hand over your mouth if he wanted to. His other hand now slid down your body, grazing your stomach before his hand landed between your legs again. “This okay?” He asks, gesturing to the proximity of him being so close, foreheads almost touching.

You nodded, gulping before your eyes fluttered closed again as Tech wasted no time in inserting his long and talented fingers back into you. “Tech…” you moan his name softly, music to his ears.

“Good girl… is this what you’ve been missing? My expertise?” He said quietly, still wary of others as his fingers became soaked under your touch, fingers rapid as they penetrate your core and making the most sexy sound.

“Mhm.” You nodded frantically, your hand coming up and resting on his shoulder, buckling your hips against him to get more friction.

You couldn’t believe this was happening. It was so wrong but it felt so right, so completely filthy but a need at the same time. Your eyes opened, looking up at him as he kept his gaze on the action between your legs, licking his lips.

He was so hot. Physically to look at and physically to touch. How had you not seen it before? His chiselled jaw, expressive eyes and as you look down his body, you noticed the huge bulge in his pants that made you whimper.

His gaze then snapped up to you, the pair of you locking eyes as his pace slowed. “You alright?” He says gently, his hand around the back of your neck gently caressing your cheek.

“Y-yeah.” You stammered, breath taken.

“How’s this?” He then asks and you let out a small yelp of pleasure as his thumb slid over your throbbing clit. His hand clamped shut over your mouth as you tried to regulate your breathing but Tech became relentless, rubbing circles against your clit meanwhile his fingers began pushing in and out of you again.

You swore underneath his hand, body twitching from under his touch. You could feel the need to slam your legs together shut but Tech noticed, moving a leg to sit in between your own and spreading your legs even further apart.

“Knew I could make you feel so good… Maker, you’re dripping.” He leans down, whispering into your ear little praises to push you over the edge. Your hand on his shoulder moved to the back of his neck, gently tugging on him causing him to moan at your action, a smirk appearing. “Look at what I’m doing to you,” he spoke more to himself than to you, fingers deep in you and you were certain he added in a third finger as he began working his way at your clit, “writhing underneath me.”

“Oh, Tech..you’re so, agh, so good at this.” You mewled, pulling his hand away from your mouth and hiding your face into the crook of his neck, your breathing hot against his skin as you tried to hide your obscene moans.

He chuckles darkly, pulling his fingers out, tips of fingers wrinkled slightly from yourjuices before just focusing on your clit, using two fingers to rub against you. “Gods, so perfect.” He moves the hand from the back of your neck further down your body, hooking around your back and bringing you closer to him. “So perfect.” He repeated as you whimpered into his neck, toes curling in ecstasy.

“I need you, Tech.” You breathe, your lips grazing over his neck which elicited a small jerk of his hips, bulge now pressing against your stomach.

“I’m here.” He whispers, teasingly pinching your sensitive nub between two fingers causing you to squirm before he goes back to the technique he was using before. “Always been here for you.”

You tried not to let his words get to you but it made your heart skip a beat at his choice of words.

“Fuck, Y/N, always wanted to see you like this.” The words slipped out graciously but that’s when you pulled out from his neck, hand firmly pressed to his shoulder to get him to look at you.

He knew what he said as soon as you gave that reaction, his hand pulling away from you as he gazes down, cheeks pink and eyes wide with worry. He had hoped you didn’t think this was just a tactic he had used to worm himself into your pants, it was a lot more to it than that. He wanted to help you but he couldn’t deny the underlying feelings he had for you along the way.

“Just friends… right?” You whispered, eyes searching behind his goggles and he didn’t respond, his jaw tightened and his hand rested gently against your thigh.

His silence was your answer. You found your hands coming up to either side of his face, fingers taking a hold of his goggles before pulling them up and resting them against his forehead. For the first time in months, your eyes met his without the yellow tinge to hide his true colour. Lines of red ringed around the skin of his eyes from the tightness and constant wearing of his goggles. You felt your skin shudder as his honey brown eyes pierced into your own. He was so beautiful. So beautiful that you leaned into him, lips finally pressing against his in a passionate embrace.

Surprised at your reaction, Tech kissed back instantly and hummed against your lips in pleasure as you guided your hand back to your sex where he rubbed on your clit so intensely you felt the fire bubble away in your gut. Your legs beginning to shake again as you whisper for him to make you cum against his lips, begging.

“I’m gonna… oh fuck.” You whimper silently as you hit your high, your face burying into his shoulders as you wrapped your arms around him as you chased your orgasm.

“That’s it cyare,” he praises, rubbing circles into your back soothingly, “good girl.”

Your mind was clouded, completely amazed by Tech and his touch. He brought you to your first orgasm that didn’t come from just you and also admitted something else to you but for now, you wanted to rest.

“I’m tired now.” You laugh softly, pulling away from him, watching him sit up and grab your pants for you and assisting you with pulling them on.

“That’s a pretty normal reaction to have after experiencing such feelings. If you’d like you can have my bunk for the night and I shall let you rest?” He asked and your eyes widened.

“Oh, erm, do you not want to share? For tonight?” You offered with hopeful eyes, wondering why he thought you would prefer to be on your own.

Tech was surprised by then again, given your previous actions it would be silly of them to suddenly back away from you. “Very well.” he smiles, extending his arm and offering you to cuddle into him which you do without any hesitation, your head resting on his chest as he pulls the blanket over you both.

“Tech?” You asked after a short time of silence, just enjoying his company. He hummed for you to continue.

“Is it true? That you like me more than a friend?” You ask, lifting your head to look at him as he leaned against his pillow.

“Yes. Although, I didn’t mean to express my feelings like that. It just seemed the time was right and it came out haphazardly. I am not one to complain however if you are comfortable with this situation?” Bless, he sounded nervous as he spoke but as you leaned down to kiss his lips once more, he smiled.

“I’d very much like to see how this can go further.”

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#many thots #I love this man #other people’s writing

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My worst fear is finding out that Commander Fox could have hair like Boost or Commander Gree.

#this is canon I refuse to believe otherwise

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The word kriff just doesn’t have the same weight

there are only two types of clone wars fics: ones where only in-universe swears like kriff are used, and ones that let the clones say FUCK

#let clones say fuck 2021

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God I-

Brains & Beauty

Summary: Tech is the brains, and you’re the beauty, and he’s going to ensure that you know your place by reminding you whilst denying your orgasm over and over.  Pairing: Tech x Reader

Reader Description: Reader is female, and uses she/her pronouns. This fic does not include any descriptions of her appearance. Word count: 1.9k Tags: Smut, Degrading, Humiliation, Dirty talk, Dom/sub, Vibrators, Established relationship, Orgasm denial/control, Restraints, Bondage, Crying during sex, Aftercare. Notes: self-indulgent fic cause i want this man to degrade me :))))

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#please I’m drooling #help this is so hot #do I have issues #other people’s writing

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Tw language and racism etc. and overall some people being a-holes.

Okay seeing what's going on lately in that fandom I will say that very clearly.

I'm not going to deal with you if you're a shitty person. I've had enough. Of shitty persons.

So if I see you posting, reblogging, liking stuff where you support racist, homophobic (precisely but also as a general term including biphobia, acephobia, transphobia etc.), xenophobic and so on; anything about belittling mental health and disabilities; anything about you being a moron.

You're being signaled. You're being blocked. And if you create another blog, same treatment.

I'm getting really tired of people not being able to be fucking decent human beings. I'm not gonna give you the pleasure of debating, or talking you out of your shitty attitude (an expression some of you should use more when looking in the mirror than when scrolling through tumblr.)

Be fucking decent or be fucking gone.

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Because I don't know what the hell has gotten into this fandom as of late:

Just a reminder to my beloved readers and fellow content creators or even just people who happen to stumble upon this post:

You are allowed to block toxic people who put shit in your inbox.

You are allowed to turn off anon to keep shitty people from leaving shitty messages without showing their shitty faces

You can take mental health breaks

Your feelings are valid

Keep creating content you want

Take care of yourselves, beautiful people. Don't harm yourself and don't harm others. Stay safe! 💚🤍

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omg congrats on your milestone!!!! here’s to many more *clink clink*,,, anyways i loVED YOUR ‘off the record’ with fox, and i’m a s1ut for him sOOO maybe prompt 31? f/gn!reader is cool!!

Fox sluts unite I love that man so much. here is some pure smut for our man because he deserves some time off and a bunch of smooches. hope you enjoy my lovely thank you for all your support <33

also i saw that you were working on a new fox thing as well very excited for that👀👀

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Pairing: Fox x Reader

Rating: Explicit (You know the drill)

Warnings: PiV sex, oral sex (m receiving), orgasm denial, teasing, semi-public sex, some objectification of reader (but it's pretty tame)

Word Count: 2.2k

When Fox stumbled into your apartment one night, the first thing he saw was you slamming the door to your closet closed.

“You alright, princess?” he asked warily. He rolled his neck as he removed his bucket, trying to ease some of the tension of the day.

“Yep!” you said a little too eagerly. Fox closed the gap between the two of you, lifting your chin with his forefinger. You looked up at him innocently.

“What are you hiding?” he teased. Leaning into his touch, you smirked.

“Oh, just work stuff. Wouldn’t want to bore you,” you said. Fox narrowed his eyes but didn’t press you further. “Are you working the Chancellor’s speech tomorrow?”

“Don’t remind me,” Fox groaned. The Chancellor’s annual speech was never a fun night for the Guard; they often had to arrive early to help set up, listening to Palpatine fuss for several hours before the actual main event. If that wasn’t already draining, they often had to hear faux praise from the various elites that attended the event, though they knew that most considered them less than human. Sensing that Fox was getting lost in his thoughts, you reached up to plant a kiss on the tip of his nose.

“I’ll make sure to stop by then,” you said, snuggling into his hold. Fox rested his chin on the top of your head, enjoying the feeling of being held.

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The next day, Fox was running around, trying to ensure that everything was set up for the Chancellor’s speech, at least security-wise. In between pretending to listen to the demands of Palpatine and downing cups of caf from the break room, he would respond to the silly comms you would send him. On typical days, you would complain about your coworkers or send him pictures of cute lothcats you saw on the holonet. Today, however, your messages were suspiciously short.

“Miss you xoxo,” your last message read. That had been nearly two hours ago, and Fox hadn’t heard from you since. It was probably for the best, considering how much work he had to do, but it still hurt a bit.

“Are you stopping by?” he tapped out a message to you. A few minutes later, his commlink buzzed.

“Something came up. Have to take the time to get ready for a work thing tonight,” you replied. Normally, Fox would have sulked at the fact that you couldn’t visit, but he was instead intrigued by the fact that you had followed up your message with a photo attachment.

He nearly dropped the comm when he opened the picture. You were laid out on your bed, crisp white blouse unbuttoned and falling off your shoulder. A thin, lacy bra covered your chest, the material a perfect Corrie Guard red. At the very bottom of the photo, Fox could see that your skirt was hiked up over your hips, allowing just a glimpse of the matching panties.

“Oh, sweetheart,” he typed back. He could imagine you smirking down at your comm as you tapped out a response, the image only making his half-hard cock press even tighter against his codpiece. A soft buzz alerted him to your response.

“Is it a good look? I’ve been told that we’re supposed to dress nicely for the Chancellor’s speech. Wouldn’t want to make a poor impression on my first time covering the event,”

Fox nearly groaned out loud; there would be no way he could concentrate if you were going to be at the speech tonight. All he would be able to think about would be how badly he needed to see you in the pretty lingerie you were wearing.

“You better behave tonight,” Fox responded. It was only a few seconds before your reply came.

“But where’s the fun in that, Commander?”

This time, Fox did groan out loud.

By two minutes into the Chancellor’s speech, Fox was already bored out of his mind. Instead of being on alert for attempted assassinations as Palpatine had requested, his eyes were scanning the crowd for you. The general comm chatter from his brothers had become a background hum as he searched for your telltale white blouse.

When he finally found you, he was almost embarrassed that he hadn’t noticed you sooner. You were sitting in the press box near the front, near enough that you could pick up all the details of the speech but out of the way enough that the Chancellor couldn’t see you. As if you could feel his gaze, your eyes immediately snapped to Fox’s visor. You bit your lip teasingly as you toyed with the top button of your blouse. Fox straightened his posture, hoping to convey as much warning as he could with just his body language. You either didn’t notice or didn’t care; likely the latter, seeing as you popped the button with ease and pulled your neckline open slightly, revealing just the top of the lace covering your breasts.

“Hey Fox, you see that girl in the press pit?” Thire’s voice cut through the comm chatter that Fox had blocked out. Thire’s comment, however, snapped him right back to his senses.

“What about her?” Fox snapped back a little too defensively.

“She’s cute, isn’t she? Keeps toying with the hem of her skirt,” Thire commented. Fox bit his tongue to keep from snapping at his brother.

“Yeah, I wouldn’t mind tearing that skirt off of her!” Hound added with a snort. Thire hummed in agreement. Before Fox could start yelling at his brothers, Thorn cut into the conversation.

“Hey, vod? I think that’s the Commander’s girl,” he said warily. Thorn was the only one Fox had confided in about his newfound relationship, and that was mostly because he had heard the two of you going at it in Fox’s office. A number of curses poured over the comm, and Fox smirked at the panicked apologies his brothers gave.

Turning his attention back to you, Fox noted that the second button on your blouse had also come undone. The crimson lace was now peeking prominently through your neckline, and you had a smirk plastered on your face. With a wink, you spread your legs in your chair slightly, allowing Fox a glimpse of your panties.

Faking an important message, Fox pulled out his comm and quickly tapped out a warning: “Keep that up and you’re not going to like your punishment,”

You checked your comm and responded quickly, still smirking. “Aww, can’t handle a little teasing?”

Fox growled quietly under his helmet. Just as he was about to type out a message back, he was roused from his thoughts by thunderous applause, signaling that the Chancellor had finished speaking. Mentally, Fox made a note to thank Palpatine for keeping it short this year. As soon as he was off the stage, he sent you a quick message. “My office. Now.”

You were already sitting on his desk when Fox entered his office, swinging your legs innocently.

“Fucking finally! I’ve been trying to get you alone all night!” you said, hopping off the desk and reaching for your lover. Before you could get to him, however, Fox scooped you up in his arms and pressed your back against the wall.

“You’re unbelievable, you know that?” he growled, voice still modulated by his helmet. You smirked up at him.

“What, you didn’t like my little show? I got all dressed up for you and everything!” you pouted, reaching to take off Fox’s helmet. His hand shot out and gripped your wrist before you could touch him.

“No way, sweetheart,” he said, grinding against you. “You’re not getting away with teasing me that easily,”

Holding you steady against the wall with his hips, he ripped your shirt in two, the remaining buttons flying around the room. He could still feel the heat of your breasts, even through his gloves. You squealed as he pinched your nipple through your bra, admiring how the bud peaked through the red lace. In the back of his mind, Fox worried that he was being too rough with you, that you might not like how he was touching you. His worries were calmed, however, when he saw the absolutely delighted look on your face as you squirmed out of his grasp and sank to your knees.

“Can I please suck your cock, Commander?” you batted your eyelashes. Fox nodded and you launched for his codpiece, getting the armor off in record time. You grinned devilishly at him as you pulled his cock out of his blacks, the tip already flushed a rosy brown and a bead of precum leaking from the tip. When you licked teasingly up the throbbing vein on the underside of his cock, Fox reached out to roughly tangle his fingers in your hair.

“Don’t tease. You’re in enough trouble as it is,” he warned. You obliged, taking him all the way down your throat in one motion. Fox swore loudly, trying to keep from bucking into your mouth. You worked what you couldn’t reach with your hand, twisting your wrist to spread the saliva that was slicking his cock. When Fox’s grip on your hair tightened, you pulled off of him with a pop.

“Was that what you wanted, sir?” you teased. Before Fox could scold you, his words caught in his chest as you began pumping him again, this time slowly working down him with your mouth. The modulated groans of the clone above you made you rub your thighs together for some sort of relief. When you thought he was distracted enough by your tongue, you slid a hand down between your legs.

“Oh, sweetheart. You just keep testing me, don’t you?” Fox growled, tugging you off of his cock by the hair. You looked down sheepishly, not having expected to get caught. Fox quickly discarded his helmet before yanking you back to your feet.

“‘M sorry, sir,” you said. Fox looked like he was going to fall victim to your puppy dog eyes, but he shook his head and adjusted you so he could have access to your clothed cunt. With two fingers, he slid the scrap of fabric to the side, inhaling sharply when he noticed how wet you were.

“Does putting on a show like that get you this wet?” Fox said, lining himself up with your entrance. “You know all my brothers could see you?”

“Really-- fuck!” your words were interrupted by the stretch of Fox sliding into you with one movement. Normally, you would’ve been upset that he didn’t touch you first, but you were so turned on that he slid in with little resistance.

“They were all drooling over you, sweetheart,” Fox said through gritted teeth as he fucked you. The slight jealousy he felt was obvious not just in his voice, but in the rough way he was fucking you, almost as if he was worried you’d disappear out from under him. You grabbed his chin and kissed him passionately.

“Mhmm, but you’re the only one who gets to fuck me, Commander,” you said when you pulled away from the kiss. “I’m all yours, Fox,”

That seemed to unlock something in Fox’s head, because he began fucking you with even more force, trying to get as deep inside you as he could with every thrust. He began to mouth at your collarbone, teeth grazing over the sensitive skin.

“Fuck, that’s right. Mine,” he repeated into your neck. You scrambled for purchase on the plastoid armor he was still wearing as he ruined you, moans pouring out of you too loudly for the only semi-private office. Neither of you seemed to care, though.

“Fuck, Fox, I wanna come,” you whined, shivering from when his groin rubbed against your clit with a well-angled thrust. Fox seemed to contemplate for a moment before grinning into your collarbone.

“No,”

“What do you mean no? Shit, Fox!” you cried out. Fox’s thrusts were getting sloppy, and you knew he was close.

“I mean no. I’m gonna fill up this pussy, and then we’re going to go home, and if you’re good, maybe I’ll let you come then,” Fox said, voice shaking slightly.

“Shit, you can’t be serious. Come on, I’m so close,” you said breathlessly as Fox’s hips snapped into yours with such force that you slid up the wall you were pressed against.

“Maybe you should’ve thought about that before teasing me all night,” Fox growled, breathing heavily. You whined in protest, but he had made up his mind. “Fuck, you’re all mine. I’m the only one who should get to see you like this,”

“All yours, Fox. Only yours,” you moaned, and that sent Fox over the edge. He bit down harshly on your shoulder to muffle his loud groan as he emptied himself inside you. Fox slumped against the wall, leaning into your body, and you pressed gentle kisses to his temple as he recovered.

“You know, I love you and everything, but I need you to get me home so you can fuck me properly,” you said, the serene smile on your face in sharp contrast to how needy you felt. Fox pulled back, leaving one last kiss on the tip of your nose.

“Are you ever going to learn to behave?” he said with mock exasperation.

“No, you like me better this way,” you teased back, making yourself presentable before pulling a lovestruck Fox out of his office, the two of you too enamored with each other to register the catcalls from the other guardsmen.

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