@clone-trooper-cheese Am I Doing This Right?

Today I begin construction of a motor-driven chain of individually linked steps on a track which cycle on a pair of tracks in order to keep the step tread horizontal. The goal is to improve access to our island's different levels, especially for residents who are disabled or elderly or otherwise have difficulty with the current stone steps.

I have drafted extensive blueprints, but still lack one key element... what should I name this project?

My boyfriend: *listening to Chopin*

My boyfriend: “Alexa who is this album by?”

Alexa: “This album is by Beyoncé” *resumes*

Me: *dies of laughter*

(ExBoyfriend)

Absolute perfection, he’s so dang cute 🥰

Tech's First Time

I LOVE these first-time fics! This one is for our beloved Tech, in an established relationship/wedding night sort of setup. I wanted to keep it as realistic as possible while also maintaining that beautiful dreamy quality of fantasy writing. And obviously this is just my own take on it! I hope you enjoy!

Tech x Fem!Reader Word Count: 3.8k Content warnings beneath the cut Dividers courtesy of @vimse!!

Content: idk now to tag these, haha, but it's got kissing, touching all over, unprotected P in V, healthy communication... that's about it? ;)

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You couldn’t believe all that lay before you. You’d never have fathomed that fate would be so kind as to bring you someone like Tech. Through years of friendship and a deepening affection, you’d slowly learned what it was to love, to connect across differences and deeply enjoy the shared interests and approaches. And now, after long-awaited confessions and a fully-developed relationship, you’d made a commitment to each other, a sacred vow to become one.

And now, the soothing summer breeze grazed through the windows of the secluded cabin you found yourselves in. After the local ritual, you’d celebrated with your closest friends, although you’d call them family. It was a whole new part of life that was opening up to you, and you approached it with excitement, the complete trust and intimacy allowing the trepidations to fade into the dark. A large, hand-hewn wooden bed nearly filled the main room, which was on the second story and offered lush views of the forest as well as the nearby creek and mountains. The sheets were unfathomably soft, tucked neatly beneath a comforter so fluffy that you could have sworn it was a cloud. And on the other side of them lay Tech. 

He was beautifully tanned, divinely sculpted in lithe fitness, and naked from the waist up with the rest lying in mystery beneath the light, silky sheet. His thin lips were curved in a gentle smile, head tucked into a hand propped up on an elbow. You stood sheepishly across the bed from him, in the white lingerie you’d selected – thin shoulder straps holding up a tiny dress that hugged your chest and waist. The satin fabric was shimmery and soft, almost ethereal in the flattering way it covered and complimented you. 

“I am not unaware of your physical attractiveness, especially in this sultry little ensemble, but I feel a great need to confess that the joy radiating from your face is utterly captivating me at the moment,” Tech declared, gazing at you with warmth and affection. You felt as though you might burst, and a simultaneous shiver ran across your body. Tech was someone who, once he had made up his mind about the way he felt about any particular thing or the next positive course of action, approached it with the most diligent preparation possible. He absorbed information at superhuman speed, devouring anything and everything he could to equip himself, and any potential wavering of his confidence or decisiveness was never to be seen once his mind was made up. So the thought of what awaited you this evening made your head spin. 

“I don’t know what to say,” you admitted with a grin, pulling back the covers to crawl into the bed next to him. “I just can’t believe we’re here.”

“Mm,” Tech agreed, hand twitching where it rested on the outside of the sheets on his hip. “It is most agreeable. No, that is an understatement. There is a better adjective.” 

“Sublime!” you laughed, feeling giddy with bliss. To have been enamored with his intelligence and have also captured his heart made you feel like the luckiest creature in the galaxy. The distasteful exhale through his nostrils continued your giggles as he fixed you with a mockingly critical expression. Your shared love for words in all their forms had been the source of many a feisty conversation and inside joke. 

“We can complete our search for the appropriate diction later,” he returned with the hint of a smirk. “I believe something else is expected tonight.” His tone was unreadable, causing you to immediately feel anxious and conjure up a million questions and doubts in a split second. 

“We don’t have to do anything!” you said quickly. “You know that!”

“I am well aware, love,” Tech answered, shifting forward slightly to brush his fingers lightly along the forearm you had tucked along your front, holding the sheet against your chest. Your chest blossomed with warmth at his words. The subtle smolder in his eyes was causing an entirely different sensation. “If I have been accurately assessing our physical progress, I would posit that we are both in agreement. However, if I have surmised incorrectly, there is of course no pressure on you in any way, real or perceived.”

You swallowed, heart racing in your throat, “No… I… em… I’m really excited. I just…” You paused, relishing his gentle strokes on your arm. “Well, you know I don’t know what I’m doing.” 

“I believe the concept is quite simple–”

“Not that,” you laughed, knowing he was pulling your leg with his deadpan humor that had such razor-sharp wit that it went over most people’s heads. He perpetuated others’ perceptions of him ad absurdum until it was really he who was toying with them. Their flustered explanations and increasing dysregulation brought him a moment of mirth when he was in the mood for it. It was something you’d grown to spot right away and had been the source of many nights of laughter during social situations and family gatherings.

“Well then I do not foresee any issue,” Tech answered with a smile that flitted across his face. 

“I know. It just… I can’t just flip a switch and be all sexy all of a sudden.”

“The primary objective as far as I understand it,” he began, scooting forward to bring himself an hand’s length away from you. “Is to enjoy the leisurely exploration of one another with vulnerability and intimacy. I do not expect some kind of show. I am…” he paused, eyes growing slightly more intent, “I am simply looking forward to knowing you in a new way.”

You bit your lip, a wave of tingles running through you. That wasn’t what you had expected, but nothing could have been more perfect. He moved his hand to your side, nestling it against the curve of your waist beneath the sheet. You were lost for words.

“However,” he continued, “I do understand that there is a significant shift in cognitive function that might seem daunting. I believe this is one scenario in which the bodily sensations might effectively lead the mind rather than attempting to make it comply by sheer willpower. So if you feel any apprehension, perhaps you could allow me to test that theory.” 

“For science,” you murmured, electrified at his touch as he lifted his hand to your cheek, brushing a thumb along the cheekbone before cupping his fingers along your jaw and neck. He shifted forward, dropping his lips to yours in a warm, soft, chaste kiss. You’d gotten pretty worked up together before, many times, but you had a habit of overthinking things, and something about the long-awaited anticipation was making you needlessly concerned. It did begin to melt immediately as Tech tilted his head, deepening the kiss with firm lips and pulling you against his chest. 

He was so warm, so strong, and you could feel the passion beginning to build. Your own arm wrapped around him, fingers pressing into the small of his back as you slid your tongue along his. You’d never get enough of the way he tasted, the way his increasingly strong exhales would tickle, the occasional jab of a rim of his goggles before he took them off. Your mouth met his again, tongues caressing before you pulled away with a gentle suckle of his lower lip. The tiny shudder that always earned from him gave you an endless source of glee, and you smiled against him as he continued to kiss you. 

His hand slid down the side of your neck, tracing the edge of your collarbone before dropping to your waist again, pulling you ever closer. You buried your fingers in his hair, splaying them between goggle straps and tufts of his brown locks, and felt your stomach flip as his kisses got messier and hungrier. The backs of his fingers grazed across a breast, teasing the already-stiff nipple thinly sheathed by the silky fabric, and you inhaled sharply. They continued down, across your stomach, barely skipping over your mound to finish up the side of your thigh. He was so intentional, so patient and strategic, that he always had you chomping at the bit right away. It wasn’t fair, as he seemed to maintain such composure with a perfect amount of matching desire. 

“Your lips are so soft,” he said quietly, pulling back slightly to regard you and to brush the hair back from your face. “The scent and taste of you is intoxicating to me.” He gently invited you to lie flat on your back, tracing idle fingers from your chin to your chest, right down the middle of your stomach and along the other thigh. “The response of your body to my touch creates an immense intimacy between us,” he continued, nuzzling his face into your neck. 

“Geez, Tech,” you breathed, aflame with hunger already. He exhaled a quiet chuckle, slipping a single finger beneath the strap over one of your shoulders. Following it down the side of your arm, he gave it one last tug and your breast spilled out into his gentle hand. Repeating the process on the other side after a teasing caress, your chest rose and fell with excited breaths as the cool night air kissed your bare skin. He traced along the underside of a breast, finishing with a calculated squeeze of the nipple that sent a jolt of energy right to your core. 

When he leaned over to kiss your chest, you tipped your chin up in complete bliss, catching hints of whispered affection as his lips moved. One hand massaged a breast as he placed his mouth tentatively over the other, leaving it with a warm, tingly kiss before pulling away. You shifted your weight, pressing the side of your thigh against his hardening length, the feel of which was sending waves of nervous excitement over you. The steady increase of your responsiveness gave Tech a heady feeling of ardent warmth, and he lifted his head to gaze at you again. You couldn’t help but smile, unsuccessfully trying to suppress a shiver that ran across your body as he caressed a cheek once again. 

“I think you were right,” you whispered, eyes sparkling with affection as you sat up slightly to prop yourself up on an elbow. You didn’t even need to refer to what specifically – his mouth was already curving in a slightly smug grin. 

“I am seldom wrong,” he returned, and you giggled in pure delight, cupping his face and pulling him to you again. Your lips met his, a little more sloppily this time, and your fingers ran through his brown hair, catching on the strap of his goggles. With an apprehensive focus on his response, you carefully slipped the golden lenses off of his face, reveling in his beautiful vulnerability as you set them off to the side. 

“You are everything I ever could have dreamed of,” you said quietly, blushing slightly at the cheesiness of your words as you stroked a hand along the side of his face. His eyes were closed, cheeks gently curved in contentment, and he let out a breath. 

“Statistically, I find that highly unlikely,” he murmured, earning another chuckle from you. He slowly opened his luminous amber eyes, finding your gaze and sending another wave of tingles down your spine. 

“Statistics be damned,” you answered, leaning into him suddenly for more of those soft, sensual kisses that made you dizzy and desirous all at once. A shift of your limbs brought your bodies together, pressed closely from head to toe, and a breathy sigh escaped your lips. He was lying on his side as well, and you draped a leg over his, immediately noting the exhilarating sensation of his cock between your legs. The silky underwear was the only thing between you, and the cool smoothness enhanced the feeling. 

Now it was your turn to let your hands roam, relishing the curve of his back, the plumpness of his butt, and the hair on his thigh as you stroked as far as you could reach before coming back up slowly. He was kissing you still, tilting his head and opening his mouth to glide his tongue against yours and experiment with careful nips with his teeth. As you drew your hand back upward, you traced the front of his stomach, feeling him tense, and brought your palm to a rest on his chest, right above his racing heart. 

You relaxed onto your back again, immediately followed by him leaning over you, slipping his hand beneath your silky top as his mouth wandered from yours to your ear and down the side of your neck. Heavy kisses were punctuated by more suggestive licks and short drags of his teeth against your skin that made goosebumps erupt in their trail, and he pulled your shirt up and over your head, freeing you from it entirely. His hand was warm on your stomach, fingers splayed as he slid it back up to a breast, cupping it more firmly now. The quiet rumble from him at the heady sensation made you arch your back into his touch, and you slipped your arm beneath him to wrap it around his back, raking your fingernails down his spine. 

His breaths were growing heavier, tickling your collarbone as he nuzzled close against you, gliding his hand down your stomach again and grazing your mound over the satin underwear. It was tantalizing, the way he caressed a thigh and then stroked a single finger along the edge of the panties, just barely slipping beneath them to tease the skin beneath. He lifted his face from your neck and leaned it against your own for a moment as his touch roved up the middle of your underwear, his own arousal growing at the unmistakable wetness he was met with as you subtly bucked your hips toward him. 

You felt dizzy with lust as he slid his hand under the silky waistband for a feather-light trace of your folds. You gasped at the heat and electricity that bloomed between your legs, pressing your face against his and sharing the same air, losing yourself in the scent of his breath and the gentle, blissful sensation of his touch. He stroked you again, more firmly this time, with a finger sinking a little deeper as he caressed your entrance from bottom to top, and when he found your clit, lingering for a second with a leisurely circling motion, you inhaled sharply, reaching down with your own hand between the two of you and brushing the backs of your fingers against his erection. 

You were tentative and a little clumsy, wrapping your fingers around his length and softly running them from base to tip. He shuddered again, and you turned your face to meet his, losing yourself in his kisses as the two of you stroked one another. You were a wet mess of desire between your legs, and his own excitement was evident as you ran your hand over his tip, gathering the leaking arousal and gliding it back down across his silky skin. You were both breathing hard now, kissing fervently as though it were the anchor that held you together as you explored one another, and finally, he could hold back no longer. 

He pulled back, rearranging himself to climb on top of you, settling himself between your legs with his strong thighs pressed against them. His arms were on either side of your head, holding him up just enough to avoid crushing you but allowing his entire body to fit against yours. You both radiated heat and desire, and you turned your head to kiss his forearm, gripping his wrist with your hand as he dipped his head to kiss your breasts again. You were aching between your legs, all kinds of bold invitations floating through your mind but finding yourself too shy to vocalize any one of them out loud. But the attunement between the two of you was amazing, and the body language was unmistakable as you writhed against one another, hands and lips hungrily appreciating every inch they could reach. 

When he took a nipple into his mouth again, tingles radiated everywhere, and as he released it with a tiny smack of the lips, he tilted his hips to press his cock against your entrance. You couldn’t hold back the needy sigh, and when he gently rested his forehead against yours, you could feel his heart beating against your own as your chests came together. Carefully, precariously, he pressed himself against you, and his head sank into your folds with a hot smoothness that had you seeing fireworks. He paused, lifting his face a tiny bit to gauge your reaction, but you buried your fingers in his hair, pulling him closer in unspoken encouragement. 

He continued, lowering inch by inch and biting back a quiet groan as you stretched around him. When his hips met your own, you were reeling from the incredible sensation of his cock filling you perfectly, sinking in so deep and staying still as you adjusted to it all. You slipped your legs around his own, reveling in the way you were completely connected, entwined with one another in blissful completion, and you tipped your chin forward to kiss him on the lips. 

“Please stop or adjust at any point,” Tech whispered, his voice husky with self-restraint. He, too, was lost in a whirlwind of thoughts and stimulation, fighting back the urge to analyze and process it all. But he could feel his instincts fighting just as hard, washing over him with a primal hunger and ardent desire. You nodded against his cheek, sucking in a cool breath of air as he began to move slowly. The way his cock dragged against your walls was euphoric, and he pulled almost all the way out, pausing for a moment before carefully gliding back in. 

“Oh my gosh,” you breathed, unable to put any of it into words. You caressed the back of his head, his neck, the curve of his shoulder, and gripped his muscular thigh and buttcheek. It was impossible to get enough of him, and as he painstakingly moved in and out of you, allowing you to grow accustomed to the way you fit together, you found yourself feeling disproportionately feral in your desire for him to express himself more decisively. Your strokes grew heavier, and your writhing against him beckoned him to meet your passion with more of his own. 

He nestled one hand against the back of your neck, cupping the base of your skull with tender affection and a touch of firmness as he began to thrust more quickly. He could feel his climax flying at him at breakneck speed, simultaneously panicking at the lack of time to do all the things he’d read about in preparation. Your complete surrender to his touch and the way you gasped and sighed as though he were fulfilling your every fantasy was absolutely intoxicating to him, making him feel as though he were hurtling through hyperspace without a ship. He slowed his movement, concerned to be done too quickly and without you enjoying an orgasm of your own, and you opened your eyes in slight confusion, tilting your head in silent query. 

“I believe I am too close,” he confessed, and you smiled, overwhelmed with affection. 

“Don’t stop,” you invited. “We’ve got plenty of time for… everything else…” You knew from experience that he had no trouble whatsoever getting you off with his fingers alone, and right now the anticipation of him coming inside of you was too great to resist. 

“But you–”

“Later,” you insisted, pulling him closer with your legs wrapped around his own. “I want you… now…” you admitted, sheepishness significantly muted by the animalistic craving you felt. It seemed to goad him into action, soothing his concerns and allowing them to take a back seat, and you reveled in his tensing muscles as he began to move again. A low groan escaped as he sank into you deeply, bottoming out with an exhilarating grind of his pelvis against yours. You sank your fingers into the flesh on his hip, gripping his hair with your other hand, and curved your back to angle yourself to meet his thrusts. Incoherent whimpers of affirmation fell from your lips as he picked up speed, his lithe body wrapped around yours as his cock drove into you again and again. A light sheen of sweat was coating him now, and the heavy scent of passion on top of all the other sensations was making you deliriously happy. 

You kissed him deeply for a second before he broke away for air, leaning the side of his face against yours as he thrust hard and fast. There were a few sudden pangs of pain here and there as he moved, causing you to shift your hips in clueless adjustment, but his increasing sense of reckless abandon was so insanely hot that you soon forgot all about it, losing yourself in him completely as he released his strictly-maintained control over mind and body. When his climax crashed over him with powerful force, his ragged breaths and erratic motion made your heart sing, and your own sounds of satisfaction and encouragement joined with his. 

He took a long time to slow down, breathing hard and continuing to press himself into you again and again, reveling in the mind-blowing delight of your silky walls against his cock. His hot release only enhanced the sensations, and as he finally came to a halt, resting against you in utter bliss, you both lay in rapturous disbelief, completely connected in soul and body. You could feel the residual throbs inside of you as you caressed the back of his head with so much love you thought your heart would burst. His disarmed vulnerability and panting breath filled you with joy, and you gently slid one leg along his, vibrating from head to toe with the exhilaration of him lying against you. 

When he finally took a deep breath and pulled out slowly, you couldn’t help but shudder. You felt so fulfilled, so incomprehensibly whole, and you were entirely unbothered by the ticklish leak of his release between your legs as the two of you snuggled up together. The scent of sweat and musk and sex was heavy in the air, and you felt aglow with pleasure even without an orgasm of your own. It was all just… so much… and you wanted to commit every single second and detail to memory. As he nuzzled into the side of your face, radiating blissful adoration, you took his hand in yours, entwining your fingers and nestling both hands between you where they lay against each of your racing hearts.

“I love you,” you whispered, giddy with joy. 

“And I you,” Tech answered, giving your hand a gentle squeeze.

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hmmm,, may have a problem

beach volleyball, anyone?

Tech’s a lil sandy 🏐

I’m not sure where in the world I’ll be when this goes live, but I can guarantee I’ll have TBB on the brain!

Can’t wait to be home though 😬

♥️😭😭

Missing him sm. Need him to sass people again.

Vibrator Play with Echo

Minors... how do I put this nicely... GTFOOOOOOO!! ;) You shouldn't be following this account anyway! This is a result of my recent poll, where our beloved Echo remained victorious as the most desired clone for some teasing and toying. ;)

NSFW - Minors DNI - TBB Echo x Fem!Reader Word Count: 2k Content beneath the cut, dividers by snotbuggle from this post!

Content Warnings: Echo using a vibrator on fem!reader, fingering, teasing, a wee bit of dirty talk, booby grabbing, grinding, unprotected p in v, and most dangerously... Echo in gray sweatpants. 🫡

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Echo nuzzled against the side of your face as the holofilm came to an end. The two of you were draped across each other on the couch, warm and unfathomably comfortable after a lazy afternoon in while the rain poured outside. You heaved a deep sigh, watching his arm rise and fall on your side, and didn’t know if you could be more content if you tried.

But he had other plans.

His scomp was comfortably tucked into the cushions, other arm wrapped around you, and he began to toy with the bottom hem of your shirt, bringing his lips to the edge of your earlobe, where he took it gently between his teeth. A wave of tingles immediately reverberated across your body from between your legs, and suddenly you knew exactly how you could be more content. You shifted your hips against him, not so accidentally brushing between his legs, smiling as you heard the faintest chuckle deep in his chest.

“Oh really?” he said dryly, a bit of huskiness laced through the warmth of his voice. 

“What?” you asked, feigning complete innocence and writhing against him a little more, his resulting chuckle sounding a little darker and sending a shiver down your spine. 

“Feeling coy tonight, eh?” his hand slipped a little further up beneath your shirt, savoring the voluptuous curve of the bottom of a breast. His fingers were light, hinting at fervor, and you felt a delicious thrill, knowing how he could play you like an instrument. You turned your head a little, bringing your lips to the side of his face now to place an affectionate kiss on his cheekbone. You reached around his head with your arm, arching your back to give him a loving caress, and tried to hold back a shudder as his hand continued upward, barely touching a nipple before dipping across your collarbone and stroking the top of the other breast. 

“Loth-cat got your tongue now, sweetie?” his croon was dangerously smooth, and you knew you were just asking for it now. But you couldn’t resist grinding into his crotch just a little more, feeling his hard length shift beneath you as his hand tightened around a breast. 

He hummed as though making a mental decision, continuing to gently tease your chest with a tantalizing mixture of strokes and squeezes, and nestled his face against your neck again, rutting against you now. Something about groping each other on the couch like horny teenagers made you smile, and you reached your hand down to toy with his hip instead, giving his thigh a suggestive squeeze.

“That’s it,” Echo said suddenly, extricating himself from the couch far too quickly. The next thing you knew, he was on his feet, erection apparent beneath those gray sweat pants that you never could resist. They hung just a little loosely around his waist, highlighting the aptly named “happy trail“ that you were all too eager to follow when given the chance. 

“What!” you exclaimed, fearing for a moment that you’ve gone too far and he was legitimately angry. But he had a devious smirk on his face, extending a hand to you and assisting you to your feet as well. He guided you to the bedroom, where he pulled you into a passionate kiss that made your knees weak.

He tilted his head, nipping at your lower lip and soothing it with a gentle swipe of the tongue as you opened to him in eager acceptance. Your mouths met again and again, hands beginning to rove more heavily as the two of you freed each other from clothing. You were grateful for the warm coziness of your apartment as article after article fell to the ground, leaving you in just a bra and underwear.

The cool metal of his scomp tickled your side, tracing along the waistband of your panties as he massaged your chest through your bra, standing behind you again and littering heavy kisses across the top of your shoulder. Then, just as quickly, he was moving again, rummaging in your dresser drawer for a moment before sitting on the edge of the bed, legs wide and inviting. You were both in your underwear, and you couldn’t resist straddling his lap, awkwardly arranging your legs on either side of him as you cradled his head and kissed him deeply. 

You were aching for him already, grinding against him in pursuit of what friction could be had, relishing the way his hands danced across your back and his breathing grew heavier.

You stood back up on your feet, tapping the side of his hip and pulling off his underwear as he complied by lifting his butt, but as you moved toward him again, he firmly turned you around, helped you out of your panties, and pulled you into his lap backward, holding your spine against his chest and using his legs beneath your own to spread you out against him. 

He unclasped your bra, tossing it aside as he began to ravage your front with his hand more heavily, whispering dirty things in your ear that were punctuated with nibbles and licks on the side of your neck. He grazed a nipple with his scomp, sending a jolt of electricity through you, and the other hand began to tease along the inside of your thigh.

You felt exposed, but deliciously so, as his strong body pressed against you and his fingers grazed the side of your folds. Kriff, you wanted him bad. You could feel a throbbing ache, and you wanted to turn around and mount him without further ado. But something about his quiet sense of determination have you absolutely riveted, and when he ghosted across your clit with his fingertips, you couldn’t hold back a needy little gasp that only seemed to encourage him. 

“You like to tease, hmm?” he breathed against your shoulder, touching you everywhere between the legs except where he knew you wanted him to. “Two can play at that game, you know…”

“You’re killing me,” you whined, arching your back again as he moved his legs to spread you open a little more. 

“I would never,” he mocked, mimicking your own clueless response earlier. But the words were accompanied by his hand withdrawing, and you groaned in thinly-veiled impatience.

A sudden buzzing sound startled you, and the next thing you know, he had your small vibrating wand in his hand, hovering between your legs in the most tantalizing way. A string of expletives escaped your lips as he nestled up against your back, pulling you securely against him while he leaned back on his other arm. 

And then, just barely, and with pinpoint accuracy, he touched the vibrator to your most sensitive spot, feeling you jerk in response as your brain buzzed with delight. It was a split second, then he pulled it away, keeping your hips in place with careful firmness. He did it again, pressing it gently against your entrance and slowly moving upward until you were seeing stars. He had gotten you so riled up already that you didn’t think you could last very long like this, and you reached behind to dig your fingers into his thigh and arm as he left it there a little longer this time before pulling it away again. 

“I want you,” you breathed, low and husky with raw desire, and he smiled in genuine delight before kissing your shoulder.

“And I you, but first I’d like to hear all the pretty little noises you can make,” he muttered against your skin, touching you with the wand again while grasping a breast more firmly now. 

“Kriff, Echo,” you whined, tilting your hips into the toy, dying for more pressure than the teasing play he was giving you. “This isn’t fair.”

“Life never is,” he said philosophically, relishing the way you squirmed in his arms as the vibrator sent waves of pleasure through you again and again. You grabbed your own chest in desperation, squeezing a handful as he moved it up and down in tiny motions that had the magnitude of earthquakes. “That’s it,” he purred, leaning back further to spread you wider on top of him, “You’re gonna take me so well, aren’t you…”

“Fuck yes,” you breathed, feeling yourself nearing the edge. “Please…”

He pulled the wand away, bringing his own hand back against the sloppy mess of your arousal and swollen folds, he split his fingers down the sides, stroking up and down gently in a soothing way, causing you to clench in anticipation. He teased your opening with a single digit, sliding it barely inside before dragging it up against your clit, making little circles with jerky movements that betrayed his own lustful impatience. You bucked your hips against his hand, finally coaxing him to dip two fingers inside, earning a moan from you. He pressed his thumb against your clit at the same time, slowly rocking in and out until you were whining incoherently. Finally he could stand it no longer.

He was on his feet. You on your back. He pulled you to the edge of the bed, one arm looped beneath each of your knees as he nestled his hips against you. His cock laid along your opening, and the slightest tilt of movement from him dragged it silkily across your folds.

“You’re a fucking tease,” you growled, reaching down to grip his thighs, arms, whatever you could reach. He smirked, angling himself to press into you, and finally gave in to your pleas, stuffing you with his cock until he bottomed out with a groan. You were wildly impatient, tilting your own hips to hit the best spots, and he started thrusting, his perfect body illuminated by the gentle glow of the outside lights. 

The buzzing sound started up again, and he continued his rhythm, laying your legs a little farther apart and spreading your folds with his fingers. The anticipation was killing you as the cool air hit your sensitive spot, and when he touched the vibrator to it, still thrusting deep into you, you couldn’t hold back. The noises, the writhing, the gasping and grabbing of any part of him you could find, all goaded him to press the toy a little more firmly, sending waves of delight sparkling through your body like electricity. He knew exactly where to put it, setting the bundle of nerves on fire and throwing the rest of you over the edge as well. 

You came fast and hard, curling your head to your chest and pulsing with rhythmic climax as the pleasure cascaded over you again and again. You almost felt like crying, every inch of your body radiating as he kept going, not changing a thing as you rode it out. 

“Oh fuck, look at you,” he said, voice gritty as though his teeth were clenched. He opened his mouth to say more, but clamped it shut again as his own orgasm threatened. When you placed a quick hand on the back of his, he turned the vibrator off and tossed it to the side, closing your legs and turning them to the side in one swift movement. You lay sideways, gripping the sheets in continued bliss as he continued thrusting, the sensation of his cock between your legs absolutely perfect as he angled for that deep spot. You’d never felt like this before, knuckles white around the cotton sheets as you pressed your face into them, still moaning his praises. He came with his own chorus of expletives, his hot spill filling you perfectly as his movements became erratic, his fingers digging into your hip so hard he couldn’t help it. 

When he finally slowed, shaky and panting, he rested inside for a moment, leaning over you to rest his forehead on your side. 

“Kriff,” was all he could say, and your breathy laugh brought a smile to his face. 

“You’re next,” you murmured, tossing the spicy vibrator fic wand over to @deejadabbles to write part two. ;)

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Omega rating the snuggle comfort of the batch during bedtime

Written in her POV

Hunter- 3.5/5

Wakes up super easily

Hard to match breathing with

Bonus point for trying his best not to disturb me

Wrecker- 5/5

Big, but I don’t have to worry about falling since he holds me in place

Spreads out, I have lots of nooks to curl into

Super warm

Lula

Perfect, first choice

Echo- 4/5

Perfect size feel

Lack of legs leaves me good ventilation

Skin texture is unique—in a good way

Twitches more than the others

Overall, nearly perfect

Crosshair- 3/5

Once he falls asleep in his bed he is out for the night

Sometimes I wonder if he’s dead

Pretends he doesn’t like it, but I broke Hunter and will break him too

Not bad

Tech- 1/5

Hardest part is finding him in a comfortable position

Moves around way too much

Stays up super late

Bonus point because he tries not to move around as much when I’m comfortable, and he goes to sleep earlier for me

Phee suggested I put my entire body weight on his chest/torso, but I think I’m too small and don’t weigh enough.

Batcher- 1/5?

Good girl deserves a pity point

She’s great to nap with during the day

But at night she does not stop licking her paws. Ever.

Hunter doesn’t like her being on the bed anyway

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This was inspired by Izutsumi from Delicious in Dungeon who rated snoozing with her party members. I thought it was very cute and wanted to do the same with Omega and her brothers.

+bonus that didn’t make the cut

I really appreciate that Tech doesn't fit in the trope of "scrawny nerd man is weak". I love that he's a huge nerd and an elite soldier.

I love scenes where his strength is shown like when he literally carries echo on his back up that ventilation shaft when they save him. Or when he peels back the freaking metal wall.

My favorite one has to be when he's bitching at Wrecker for dropping the ipsium and they're just like

Wrecker: You carry it then!

Tech: Fine! >:(

Then he just slings that huge container onto his back.

𝕙𝕠𝕨 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝕖𝕒𝕥 ⋆*･ﾟ𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕓𝕒𝕕 𝕓𝕒𝕥𝕔𝕙

➼ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ☆ ꜱᴍᴜᴛ, ᴏʀᴀʟ ꜱᴇx, ᴄᴜɴɴɪʟɪɴɢᴜꜱ, ꜰᴀᴄᴇ-ꜱɪᴛᴛɪɴɢ, ꜱʟɪɢʜᴛ ᴏʀᴀʟ ꜰɪxᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ɪɴ ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ᴘᴀʀᴛꜱ

⋆ ★ ɢᴇɴᴜɪɴᴇʟʏ ɪᴅʀᴋ. ɪ ᴡʀᴏᴛᴇ ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪɴ ᴏɴᴇ ꜱɪᴛᴛɪɴɢ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ᴛᴀɴɴɪɴɢ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴀɴᴅ ɪᴛꜱ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ꜰɪʟᴛʜ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴍʏ ᴍɪɴᴅ ᴘʟᴏᴘᴘᴇᴅ ᴏɴᴛᴏ ʜᴇʀᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ. ʜᴀᴠᴇ ꜰᴜɴ

➼ ᴛʜɪꜱ ꜰɪᴄ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴀɪɴꜱ ɴꜱꜰᴡ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ. ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ɴᴏᴛ 18+ ᴅɴɪ

⋆ ★ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴏɴ ᴀᴏ3 ⋆*･ﾟ ᴛᴀɢʟɪꜱᴛ ꜰᴏʀᴍ

Hunter - Actively drowns himself

Hunter thinks the best place he could ever be is buried deep into your cunt. He loves the feeling of every jerk of your legs, every single fold and crevice of your sex. Even then he feels like it isn’t enough, and presses himself to you so adamantly and for so long he leaves with his entire face drenched.

I’ve expressed before that his nose is a clit tickler and I still stand by that. He presses against it while he lets his tongue fuck into your hole, letting out heavy breaths that make you sigh and twitch against his face.

He wants everything from you. Wants you whining and bucking into him. Groans into your cunt “C’mon pretty, give it to me. Let me have it, oh, let me give you this,” when he’s making you reach your peak.

Tech - Treats it like a scientific experiment

There’s a method to making you orgasm thoroughly and pleasurably, Tech has discovered, and as a man of logic, it wouldn’t be correct to treat pleasuring you any differently than he does other situations.

The first time you let him between your legs, Tech takes his time to thoroughly take you in, and he collects his observations, infers what might make you cum the hardest, the fastest, and soon after he begins to run his “experiments.”

He concludes quickly that it’s all about the combinations of stimulation and how they’re applied, how hard or gently he sucks your clit in his mouth while his fingers probe your entrance, the speed of his index and middle pumping into you while his tongue gently licks around your folds. Tech won’t rest until he’s figured out everything that makes you click and cum.

Wrecker - Wants to be your chair

If you think Hunter is messy about how he eats your pussy, you haven’t seen Wrecker yet. This boy wants to be so roughed up and drenched you’ll be in need of a shower before he even gets his cock wet.

And he wants you to sit. Not hover, not squat, sit. You may express insecurities or worries of hurting him at first, but Wrecker is extremely adamant it’ll all be alright. I mean, come on. The man is huge, and any worry of crushing him is gone the instant he grabs onto your hips and situates you right on him.

Wrecker is incredibly eager when he laps at your cunt, tongue and fingers reaching any place he can, encouraging you to move and grind all over him so you can get your fill. If he gets your spend dripping down his chin and trailing down his neck, that just means hes given you and you’ve given him everything you can feasibly give, and he can wipe it away with a pussy drunk look on his face before asking if he can make you come again.

Crosshair - Does it more for himself than you

You could reasonably argue that Crosshair likes eating you out more than you like getting eaten out. This man craves it like he’s addicted, forever hooked on your taste, your body, every twitch and sigh and slight movement of your body forever ingrained in his mind.

Somehow, despite giving, he manages to be selfish. Crosshair is groaning into you, whispering things he knows you can’t hear because hes talking to himself (or your cunt). Even through that, he makes it good for you; being selfish doesn’t mean it won’t be enjoyable for the receiving party. If he’s slow and thorough about it (which rarely happens) he can make you see stars with the gentlest of pets. But usually, you come fast and hard. And no matter what, he makes you feel good.

Echo - Slowly but surely

Echo is probably one of, if not, the most romantic when it comes to eating you out. He doesn’t want you to do any work; “Don’t grind your hips, sweetheart. I’ve got it. Just feel good for me.”

Giving is something he feels is necessary to show his love and appreciation in the bedroom, so he wants you to lie back and let him make you fall apart at his own pace. And Maker do you fall apart.

Echo knows every single rhythm with his licks and pumps and sucks, every pattern he could follow that will make you feel so good your eyes are brimmed with tears once you do finally finish. But he’s quick to rise up and kiss them away, whispering little nothings while his hand traces the curves of your body, easing you back down from the high.

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