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zoeykallus · 1 year

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Love your writhing and it made me think, have you done bodyworship with Echo, cause you can't tell me that man doen't get insecure about his body now and again

Aloha!

Love for Echo, I'm always game when Echo is supposed to get some love! And again, please tell me the gender you want, if you don't, I'll always pick fem!reader. I can write about GN or Male as well, I just need to know, otherwise I go with what I feel most at home with at the moment.

I feel like this turned out pretty nicely, lots of love and affection for Echo 😊

Echo x Fem!Reader Oneshot - The One I Love

Fluffy (Might rot your teeth)/ Strongly Suggestive/Foreplay/Body Worship/Oral18+

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He's actually relaxed, but he keeps tightening up depending on where your eyes are wandering. Of course, you notice this. His hand is on your cheek, yours over his, and you look into his eyes with a gentle smile.

Echo smiles back. He loves it when you look at him with that look, like he's the center of your world. You bring his hand to your mouth, kissing his palm before your fingers gently trail down his arm to his shoulder, slowly, gently, adoringly.

"My beautiful man," you say dreamily.

He looks at you with a shy look and rolls his eyes, more or less seriously. Echo is very fond of being admired by you, but part of him still thinks that this admiration can't be entirely genuine. This is not because of you, however, but because of his self-perception since the Citadel.

You playfully flick a finger against his prominent chin and gently admonish him, "Stop that echo, that eye roll."

He takes a deep breath and laughs softly.

"Sometimes I still can't believe I actually get to enjoy your affection"

You kiss his palm again, your fingers stroking along his chin.

"You better believe it, because it's more than real. You're the one I love"

Echo lets out a shaky breath before saying, "You can't love me as much as I love you"

You chuckle, and your hand rests on his chest where his heart excitedly beats a wild rhythm.

"Why is that?"

Echo replies as a matter of course, "Because there is no increase from that, my beloved".

He blinks and tenses again as your eyes travel down his naked body. Noticing, you look back up into his face.

"What's wrong?"

He clears his throat and says evasively, "Nothing, I don't know what's wrong."

"Whenever I look at your body, you tense up".

Echo sighs softly and finally says, "Well, it's not an ideal body"

You place his hand on your chest, where he can feel your heartbeat. His gaze follows the movement, and for a moment it wanders along your unclothed shape. He swallows, moving a little restlessly.

"It is a ravishing body, the one I love and desire", you say seriously, "The one for which my heart beats faster when I see it, when it touches me".

Echo looks at you, a smile creeps back into his features.

"You really do love me" he says softly, and the happy glint in his eyes is to die for.

With a gentle nod, you lean over him, your lips moving over his face, to his chin and neck.

"Every inch of you"

Another shaky breath comes over his lips as yours begin to travel over his shoulder and chest, as your hands slide along his sides, and you move lower and lower.

Sitting between his legs, leaning forward, you feel his swelling length touch your belly and finally your breasts as you move further down. With a cheeky little smirk, you squeeze his now hard cock between your breasts and watch with satisfaction as he looks down at you leaning on his forearms with a low moan.

"You're too good to me," he says a little breathlessly.

"That's not even possible," you say with a wide smile, "I love the look on your face when you're horny and clearly want me"

Blush creeps into his cheeks, but he returns your smile in a suggestive way.

"I always want you, my love"

With fingers and lips, you explore his abs while his length is still pressed between your boobs.

"How could you not love this body," you say dreamily and finally wander even further down, releasing his cock from the erotic clasp of your breasts again. Finally, your kisses wander insinuating close around his shaft, making him gently jerk up and moan softly again and again.

"Look at that, so beautiful, the perfect complement to the rest of your body, a glorious cock. Long, thick, gently curved," you kiss its tip teasingly and watch it twitch, "And so wonderfully sensitive."

He laughs softly, then moans again as your tongue slides along his length from root to velvety, slightly reddened tip. His thighs automatically open a little wider, making room for you, and you lie down between his legs, your upper body propped up on your elbows, your breasts touching his testicles as you do so, your stiff nipples tickling against them.

Echo bites his lower lip. He knows what's coming, he's in for a real treat. You feel his whole abdomen tense in aroused anticipation, including his thighs, as your lips open and very slowly slide over the tip of his cock further and further down.

A soft, "Fuuuuck," comes over his lips.

Echo feels the wet heat of your mouth close around his cock and drops back into the sheets.

Pressing your tongue to the underside of his veiny length, you bob your head up and down, sucking passionately on his cock.

You enjoy every sound you elicit from him this way, and as you put your hands on his thighs, you feel them tense, his muscles stone hard. It's been a long time since the last time, Echo is getting close.

You can't wait to hear, see and feel him cum. You like that you can push him so far that he seems to dissolve completely in arousal. Echo should enjoy it, you want him to let himself fall, he has more than earned it.

You take his cock as deep as you can into your mouth, your gag reflex overcoming. Saliva drips down his length as you give it your all to suck him into release.

A particularly loud moan comes from his lips, then he says in surprise, "Woah, that's more intense than last time."

You let him penetrate deep, with each bob down of your head. Echo gasps in rapid succession, his thighs trembling. Your hand carefully moves to his firm testicles and gently grips them. They contract and the next moment, with an almost startled loud moan, you feel Echo squirt his cum down your throat.

You quickly relax your throat and carefully swallow around his length as he drifts twitching, quivering and surrendering through the aftershock of his climax.

"Oh, my love, that was… wow"

You gently release his slowly softening length from your mouth, wiping your lips with the back of your hand and grinning at him as he straightens back up onto his forearms. Echo grins back, his cheeks slightly flushed. His hand grabs your wrist and pulls you up to his height.

He wraps his arms around you and pulls you close, kissing your neck, your face, your forehead, your lips. Your legs carefully intertwined, his tense thigh presses close to your heated center, and you automatically press closer to him.

Echo can feel how wet you are and grins suggestively. He flexes his muscles and gently rubs his thigh between your legs. The friction sparks a pulse in your center and makes your heart flutter.

"Give me a few minutes, my beautiful, and I'll show you my love," he says suggestively, whispering close to your ear.

You smile, you feel aroused, loved and completely relaxed at the same time. Being loved by Echo is like a constant flow of gentleness, security, familiarity and eroticism, something in which you can be completely absorbed and let yourself go.

"Everything you do, every day, makes me feel your love," you say honestly.

He blinks, pauses for a second, then says softly, surprised, "I didn't think you'd really notice."

You laugh softly.

"Why?"

Echo looks at you shyly, shrugs gently, and says, "I'll do anything for you out of love, always have"

You lean your forehead against his and say softly, "I'm the luckiest woman in this Galaxy"

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knightprincess · 3 months

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Forgive Me (Echo x Medic Reader) Part 19

Words: 2K Warnings: None - Does mention Clone Rebellion Pronouns used: She/Her - (Y/N) and (Y/L/N) also used

"Calm yourself, Echo," called Rex as he put the freighter he shared with the Arc Trooper and Gregor on autopilot. "Wolffe won't let anything happen to her, whether they're together or not," added the great captain, swiveling the pilot's chair around to face his companions, noticing Gregor seemed preoccupied with something.

"She's with him," confidently replied Gregor, throwing his feet on the dashboard as he leaned back and relaxed a little more, a grin appearing across his lips mere moments later. "Didn't you hear?" asked the Commando, not wording he'd recognize Snap's giggle anywhere, especially when he purposely wound up Wolffe.

"How do you know it was (Y/N) and not some civvie Wolffe picked up?" asked Echo, almost as if he assumed Wolffe was similar to Fives and Jesse, even Gregor himself, when it comes to the charm and ladies. His question only served to amuse Gregor, who loudly laughed while Rex shook his head as if trying to rid himself of unwanted mental images.

"Wolffe ..." started Rex with a sigh before stopping, almost as if he searched for the right words. "He doesn't trust those outside of his circle, especially civvies..." continued the great captain, recalling the times in 79's when Wolffe had been somewhat relaxed but still on guard. "After the judgment and fear he received because of his eye, he grew colder to outsiders," explained Rex, trying to word the explanation in the kindest ways possible, determined not to offend the Commander even if he wasn't there.

"Upon my return from The Void, I was assigned as her protector alongside Gruffles; I'd recognize her laughter anywhere," answered Gregor, once again nicknaming Wolffe, similar to how he'd nicknamed others around him based on their personality and his knowledge of them. "Plus, we have Cody's account; that has to count for something," he added, returning his gaze to the ordinary colors of hyperspace, almost welcoming the distraction despite knowing it wouldn't last long.

"You'll see her soon enough. I'm sure Snap will be just as thrilled to see you as you are for her," spoke Rex, changing the subject to the impending reunion once more, almost seeing the irony. The scenario was almost an exact repeat of before, except now it was just Rex himself and Gregor instead of Clone Force 99, General Skywalker, and Rex. Instead of returning to a military base of operations on Anaxes, Snap is within the ranks of the GAR, serving with the 501st. Now, she was touring the length of the galaxy with Wolffe, hiding from the empire and their unknown desires and motivations.

"I'll tell her about her family," voiced Gregor, seemingly lost in the swirls of hyperspace, although it was clear he was thinking of an impending reunion too. Rex and Echo glanced at each other, both still debating if it was a good idea to tell her Devika was the only family she truly had left. Octavius and Isolde had both been killed at the end of the war, and (Y/N)'s parents and other immediate family members had been killed not long after for one reason or another. Her parents vocally protested what happened at the Military Base. The others for trying to protect both Snap and Devika. "Good idea or not, Snap deserves to know the truth. It's better it comes from someone she trusts than allowing the imps to weaponize it."

"Where is Devika now?" asked Echo, recalling the younger woman with a love for politics. Despite everything, she stood as a fighter for Clone Rights alongside senators Chuchi, Organa, and Mon Mathma. "I don't recall seeing her around the senate building," added the Arc Trooper, concern beginning to flood his voice, even more so when Omega had mentioned some she'd met when with Riyo.

"The Queen of Naboo extended an invitation to her, she's been helping survives of the purge get away and hide" replied Rex, recalling briefly meeting the young politician when on Naboo before, at first he thought she was (Y/N), the two being almost identical. "The queen keeps her protected until the times right for her to return to the Senate, likely as a fully-fledged senator," added the great captain, hearing Gregor chuckle, noticing something few others seemed to recognize.

"I wonder if they did that on purpose?" questioned Gregor, purposely being vague with his line of thought. Another chuckle fled his lips mere moments later upon glancing at Echo and Rex, seeing the confusion written across their features. "Snap and Wolffe running across the galaxy is distracting the imps to the point they haven't even realized Devika is probably the bigger threat. One refuses to give the empire what they want out of sheer stubbornness, and the other is basically building a rebellion," explained the Commando, seeing the irony in the situation. Almost as if the (Y/L/N) sisters had used the divide and conquer tactic against the empire.

"If that was planned, they're doing a good job at it," replied Echo, a proud grin coming to his lips, even more so when their plan seemed to be working. "Tech would be proud," laughed the Arc Trooper, thinking of how Tech and the rest of the Bad Batch would respond.

"So would the rest of the boys," added Rex, knowing all their brothers would be proud of what the (Y/L/N) sisters had managed to do, even if it was unintentional. "And General Skywalker," he added, thinking of the unorthodox Jedi Knight he'd served under for the entirety of the war. Deep down, Rex liked to think the General would be pleased his creative thinking had rubbed off the civvie medic and the senator. "I think Senator Amidala would be proud too; I'm sure if she was still here, she'd be doing as Devika is now," sorrowfully added Rex, sadness glimmering in his eyes to think of all those lost at the end of the war for various reasons.

"Speaking of planned things," started Gregor, pulling his feet from the dashboard, being careful not to catch any buttons and leavers. "How do you plan to sway old Wolffee to join your rebellion?" curiously worded the Commando, suspecting it would be no easy feat to convince the Commander to join the ranks of the growing clone rebellion. "And the rest of Clone Force 99?" he added with haste, suspecting Rex had a plan to convince the three remaining lads of the Bad Batch to join them.

"Hunter, Tech, and Wrecker have Omega to think about; her safety is the number one priority for them," voiced Rex, acknowledging in order for the rest of the bad batch to fight, they would have to be sure Omega would be protected. "As for Wolffe, it shouldn't be much trouble; convincing Snap will be far harder," he replied, knowing the plan Cody had thought of would certainly help, but it relied on (Y/N) and put her in more danger than she was already in. It involved putting her into the heart of the empire's secret goings-on.

"Convince Snap of what?" asked Echo, quickly deciphering he wasn't going to like the answer. Still, he pushed the growing fear and judgment of the situation aside to listen with a clear mind. Rex could only sigh, whereas Gregor clearly displayed his disagreement with Cody's plan; even if it would help them, he was still insistent it wasn't worth the risk.

"Before Cody went looking for General Kenobi, he shared a plan with Rex. It would help with the rebellion and freeing our brothers, but it will also put (Y/N) in the heart of all the danger," worded Gregor, displeasure dripping from his normally smooth voice as he slumped back into the co-pilot chair he'd occupied as if protesting against the idea once again.

"We know clones within the imperial ranks and prisons are disappearing. They're transferred to a secret facility somewhere and never heard from or mentioned again. Cody theorized they were doing experiments on them, he'd heard whispers of a top secret project, Death or Dark Troopers" wearily began Rex as if he was doubting his own judgement for agreeing with the idea in the first place. It was dangerous, and (Y/N) was no soldier, "Snap was supposed to be transferred to the Advanced Science Division when the war ended, but Wolffe, with help from Fox, got to her first. The Science Division is also involved in the disappearances; at first, I thought it was a coincidence, but the more time that passes, the more I believe whoever runs the division had a purpose for wanting (Y/N)," added Rex, sighing as the truth was slowly dawning on him, why the empire wanted to send Snap to such as place.

"To use her as a weapon against us," voiced Gregor, pointing out the obvious answer as well as displaying his disagreement with practically handing Snap to the Science Division on a silver platter. "We clones are loyal to her. We're her army. Who better to use against us?" added the Commando, thinking like the enemy to come to the only logical answer there was. Snap wasn't going to join the empire willingly; the imperials knew it, so her purpose was to be a tool, leverage to force clones to do what the imperials wanted.

"I agree with Gregor," stated Echo, not willing to put Snap in danger, especially if there was another way to get what they needed without taking such a risk. "I know (Y/N) would be willing to do this, especially if it meant furthering something she believed in, but I couldn't bear it if she were hurt or killed. I almost lost her once; I can't take that risk knowing this time she might not come back," added the Arc Trooper for once, listening to his heart rather than his head. Finally, he admitted how it felt being parted from Snap for almost a year, how it felt like he had lost her. He'd already mourned what could have been had the war ended differently, mourned the life he could have shared with her. He didn't want to go through the grief of actually losing her, as he had done with so many brothers, as he had done with Fives and Jesse, and so many others.

"Told you," victoriously spoke Gregor. "Old Wolffee isn't gonna be a walk in the park either."

"And if Snap agrees to the plan?" asked Rex, knowing the opinions of his brothers mattered, but so did (Y/N)'s. What would they do if she agreed to do as Cody suggested? What would any of them do if she willingly joined the Advanced Science Division as a mole? "I know Wolffe would protest, but he'd also do what he could to protect her, even if that meant telling her she's an idiot," added the great Captain, recognizing the danger and Wolffe protesting. After all, protecting Snap was the only duty Wolffe likely felt he had left; there was little doubt the Commander wouldn't be so quick to let it go, especially if he were aware the civvie medic still needed him as much as he needed her.

"I would reluctantly agree. I know better than to argue back with her," quietly replied Gregor, as if he were a cadet again being scolded on Kamino. After all, he was well aware it was pointless trying to convince Snap not to do something, especially if she'd already made her mind up about it. "I'd do everything in my power to make sure she's as safe as possible and has the support needed to complete her mission."

"I would say try and convince her otherwise, but I know she's more stubborn than a Rancor at feeding time," commented Echo, knowing his Civvie Medic could be far more determined and stubborn than the best of soldiers. She could be more savvy than the politicians in the Senate if she had to be, and she was as fearless as the Jedi once were. But that didn't mean he wasn't afraid of losing her; they'd both survived one war, but there was no guarantee they would survive another; the Empire was far crueler than both the republic and the separatists combined, cold and ruthless when it came to dealing with their enemies.

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sleepingsun501 · 1 year

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Let Them Hear

Paring(s): Fives x F!Reader

Summary: Fives prevented Order 66, married you, and happily retired on Naboo with the 501st, and you think he might want to start a family of his own.

Rating: Explicit 18+

Warnings: Contains SMUT 18+, established relationship, married life, domestic fluff, breeding/breeding kink (kinda), pregnancy mentions, accidental voyeurism, some plot, lots of dirty talk, oral sex, PiV sex (wrap it up).

Word Count: 2.7k

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A/N: MINORS GET OUT OF HERE!! My first time writing Fives! I hope you all enjoy it! Also, thank you so much to @rexxdjarin for letting me borrow her OC: Mari Vontas for this. Reblogs are always appreciated!

Let Them Hear

The cool breeze blew in gently through the large open window as you arranged your freshly laundered blankets on your bed, and you could smell the water and the sun in the brightness of the afternoon. Picturesque did not even begin to describe it, and you paused to listen to the chirping of the birds.

You still could not quite believe this little slice of heaven was yours and your husband’s to enjoy. Well, yours and a few dozen of his closest brothers, anyway. You could just spy the corner of Jesse’s house across the large lake, and Rex’s not far to the right of that.

It had been nearly a year since the war had ended, and the clones had finally been given the rights they deserved. Your heart had leapt with joy as you and thousands of others had stood outside the Senate Dome on Coruscant when the announcement was made. The crowd had been a mingled mixture of both clones and their significant others, and with the clones finally recognized as full Republic citizens and the war being over, marriage was finally a real possibility.

Fives had not waited even a few seconds before dropping to one knee and proposing to you right there, and you had immediately said yes. He had known for a long time that you were the one for him, and after revealing the Chancellor’s plot and almost losing you forever, there was no way he was going to waste any more time.

Now, you and Fives—and the majority of the 501st— were happily settled on a generous expanse of land in Naboo’s sprawling lake country. Senator Amidala had graciously requisitioned it for the 501st, allowing the men that had served under her husband’s command to finally retire and heal from the trauma of the war.

You were about done making your bed when you heard the front door to your new house open and close.

“Cyar’ika?” you heard Fives call. “Where are you, love?”

“In here!” you called back.

A few moments later, he poked his head into your room. “Hey, baby. They didn’t have any of those little purple root vegetables,” he explained, giving you a kiss, “but I’ll finish building the garden boxes tomorrow and we can plant them ourselves.”

You smirked at him and giggled. “You mean Echo will finish the garden boxes and I’ll plant them tomorrow.”

Echo was a frequent visitor to your new home, and you had started joking about building a bridge to connect your houses as he now lived on the plot next to yours. But you also knew how much it meant to both him and Fives that they were living close to each other. After Echo had been rescued from the Techno Union on Skako Minor, the twins had been inseparable.

“Hey now,” he said teasingly, “I can build stuff, too.”

“Mmm-mmm,” you hummed negatively. “Echo said you’re not allowed to touch the power tools after what happened to our table.”

He came up behind you as you smoothed out the blankets one more time and wrapped his burly arms around your waist. You sighed happily as you felt the warmth of his muscular body against your back, and you relaxed into his hold.

“Not my fault my ruler was wrong,” he pouted into your neck, his goatee tickling you, and he rumbled with quiet laughter as he inhaled the sweet scent of your hair. “Oh, I saw Rex and Mari while I was at the market, too,” he added. “They said to tell you hello for them, and Kai’s already starting to walk a little. I can’t believe how fast he’s growing up.”

You smiled at the thought of Rex and Mari finally having the chance to settle down, especially with a baby. Mari’s little apartment on Coruscant had been so cramped after Kai was born, and now the boy had a whole lake surrounded by uncles to call home.

Fives had been over the moon when they had asked him to be Kai’s godfather, and you knew he loved that little boy with every fiber of his being. But it also made you wonder lately if Fives might be ready for a little one of his own with how often he wanted to be around Kai.

Fives nuzzled you again as he continued hugging you, taking another deep breath. “Whatever you’ve got cooking smells good. It’s making me hungry.”

“Just roasted nuna,” you replied. “You’ll have to wait a bit, though. It’ll be ready in an hour.”

“A whole hour?” he asked, starting to nibble on the skin just below your earlobe. “What could we possibly do for a whole hour while we wait?”

You already knew what he wanted, and you would be remiss to not admit you had been thinking the same thing. The feeling of his large hands running over your abdomen and his hot breath on your neck had your underwear soaked, so you pushed the plush of your ass back against him and felt him growing harder.

“You’re so perfect, cyar’ika,” he whispered against your ear, rocking his hips forward. One of his hands snaked down under the waistband of your pants while the other found its way under the hem of your shirt. “Love you so much.”

“I love you, too, Fives,” you said breathily, and you gasped as his dexterous fingers found your aching clit. He barely moved, making you groan for more, and your hand flew up to cover his as he gently thumbed your nipple. “You make me feel so good.”

“Oh, I know, baby. I’m about to ruin this bed you’ve just made up, too.”

“I don’t care. I’ll remake it later,” you whined. You rocked your hips against his hand, ready to chase the pleasure you know he could give you, and you could feel his cock digging into your lower back. “Please, Fives. Please, I need you.”

“Begging for me already?” he teased, pinching your nipple this time and making you whimper. “This morning wasn’t enough for you, huh?” Shaking your head rapidly, he kicked your legs wider and plunged his hand deeper between them, coating his fingers in the wetness pooling in your underwear. Groaning happily, he explored your folds with his hand. “My beautiful wife, so eager for more.”

“Eager for you, riduur,” you sighed, knowing the Mando’a word would be his downfall. He loved it when you called him that—a reminder that he was finally yours and you were his.

Fives retracted both of his hands and spun you around in his arms, swiftly lifting your shirt over your head before crashing his lips to yours with blinding intensity. You whined into his mouth as you fumbled with the fastenings of his new civvies, and he walked you back to let you fall on the pristinely made bed. Yanking your bottoms off, he started pressing open-mouthed kisses and licks to your inner thighs.

Your core clenched from his teasing, wanting nothing more than his fingers or his thick cock to relieve the growing ache that had been steadily building within you. “Please, don’t make me wait anymore, Fives.”

“Fuck, I love the way you beg, baby,” he breathed, running his hands over your waist. “I wanna hear all those pretty sounds you make.” He lifted your hips and licked a long stripe through your dripping cunt, latching onto your clit and suckling gently.

You could not help the pleasured cry that escaped you as he switched between your clit and circling your opening with his tongue, lapping up every drop of your tangy arousal.

“Taste so kriffing good, cyar’ika. So sweet,” he said, briefly coming up for air. He hummed into you as you threaded your fingers into his curls, and he slipped two fingers into you and scissored them, listening to the lewd squelch of your walls.

“Aghhh… Maker… Fives, d-don’t stop. Please, baby, don’t stop,” you mewled, arching your back and feeling the delicious pressure grow in your core. You were twitching around his fingers as he licked at your clit again, and he started stroking deeper. He plunged his fingers in until his knuckles were coated in your slick and curled them hard against the spongey spot within you that made your vision start to blank. It had you on the precipice, clenching hard again, but he would not let you take the plunge yet.

“Ooh, I felt that,” Fives said through a cheeky grin. “You want me to let you cum? You’re right there, aren’t you?”

You could only let out a pitiful sobbing sound as you valiantly tried to shift your hips in his iron grip. You were ready to explode if he kept it up any longer.

“Oh, I know,” he sighed, eating up your desperation. “Want you to cum all over my face before I give you my cock, my love. Come on, baby, you can do it.”

“Fives!” you cried out, both a plea and a demand. Fisting the tussled blankets for whatever support they could give you, you managed to arch your back again and push yourself onto his hand. He pressed down hard on your stomach, right above his fingers, adding even more pressure to your already tightly wound core.

“Cum for me, pretty girl. That’s it, let go. I’ve got you,” he growled as you met his darkened, gold-flecked eyes.

You rocketed over the edge, and he dove between your legs again to catch your release. It felt so good that you keened with relief, and you could feel him moaning into your cunt to draw out your orgasm even more.

Before the pleasure had stopped flowing through your limbs, Fives grabbed a corner of the blanket to dry his face. He kissed his way up your trembling body, worshiping every inch of you with his lips, silently telling you just how precious you were to him.

“Still need more, riduur,” you panted, grasping at him and pulling him closer.

He laughed lowly and attacked your neck with kisses, leaving a few little marks behind. “Something’s gotten into you today, huh? There’s no rush, baby,” he replied, rubbing the length of himself through your folds to lube himself. “Don’t worry. I’ll always take care of you.”

You stroked the little 5 tattoo on his temple as he came face to face with you. Sometimes, you still could not believe how lucky you were. You had everything you ever needed all wrapped up in the snarky, chaotic, heroic man currently hovering over you who was ready to fuck you until you could not walk.

He paused as he caught you biting your lip and searching his face. “What is it?” he asked, his brow twitching together curiously.

This was not the moment you would have chosen for this conversation, but you knew he was not going to let it go until you told him what was on your mind. “I… I’ve been thinking… maybe you’d want to take care of more than just me?” you whispered. “That maybe you’d want a little family, too.”

The look that crossed Fives’ roguishly handsome face was nothing short of shock, and you were worried for a moment because you could not tell whether it was a good or bad kind of shock.

“I know we’ve just settled down, but I’d want to have a family with you someday,” you began rambling, running your thumb over his stubbled cheek. “I love the way you are with Rex’s son, and I want that for us. I-it doesn’t have to be right now, but—”

The shock quickly faded into one of the most brilliant smiles that he had ever given you. Keeping eye contact with him, you inhaled sharply as he impaled you with his cock. Every inch of him pulsed with need as he breached your walls, and you could feel the deep growl in his chest as he throbbed inside you.

“Yes,” he breathed, sealing his mouth to yours. “Yes. Yes. Yes.” Every word was punctuated with a kiss so passionate and a thrust so deep it made your head swim. “Yes, cyar’ika. I want that. Fuck, I want that with you. You feel so good… take me so well,” he praised, wrapping your legs around his waist.

You could feel the desire roiling through him with every stroke. He caged you in with his sweat-slickened body and wrapped an arm underneath you to arch you into him, letting him hit the deepest, most sensitive part of you.

“Wanna fill you. Wanna watch you swell up so full of me, pretty girl,” he rambled, his lust-blown eyes never leaving your face. “You’re gonna look so beautiful. You want that?”

Now that you knew it was what Fives wanted, too, your longing to make him a father was overwhelming. You wanted him to fill you and fuck you so deep it had to stick, and you wanted him to watch, so you shifted and rolled him over so you could ride him. “Maker, yes, Fives. Want you to fuck me till I can’t take any more.”

“Gonna fucking breed you, cyar’ika.” he gritted out, loving the sight of your tits bouncing as you fucked yourself down on him. “Love the way your cunt drenches me. You’re gonna milk me dry.”

Your thighs were beginning to ache as you ground down on him harder. You were so close to that edge again from his words and the thought of carrying his child. He must have felt you tightening up again because he reached down and started rubbing quick circles on your clit, spurring you on.

“Riduur!” you cried out, telling him you needed more.

He rolled his hips up sharply and tweaked your nipples again sending a twinge from your breasts straight to your core. “Cum for me again, my love. Cum for me so I can breed you. You’re gonna be so sensitive, so swollen with our ik’aad, and I’ll take care of you. I’ll take care of you and our ad’ika,” he sighed. “That’s my good girl. Wanna feel this gorgeous cunt squeeze the cum out of my cock. Love you so fucking much.”

The coil within you snapped. Your velvety walls sucked him in deep, and you let out a shuddering cry as he thrust up into you. As you seized around the full length of him, you managed to keep your eyes open and watched him throw his head back in ecstasy with a long grunt.

His lips parted and eyes squeezed shut as he pumped you full, and his hands gripped your hips so hard you were sure you would bruise. Your core was feverishly hot as he painted your insides with rope after rope of his cum, and you leaned forward to rest on his chest as you rode out your highs together.

Fives panted heavily beneath you as he cradled your neck with one hand and rubbed your back with the other, keeping you close and soothing your overheated skin.

“I love you, Fives,” you whispered, truly hoping his seed would stick. “You’ll be an amazing father.”

“Not as amazing as you’ll be as a mother,” he whispered back, bringing his head up to kiss you deeply. “Our ad’ika is gonna be so lucky.”

His fingers settled in your sweaty hair as he rolled you onto your back and slipped his softening length out of you, peppering your neck and face with more tender kisses. You could have stayed buried beneath him on your ruined blankets for the rest of the afternoon if not for the sound of someone outside calling his name.

“Fives!” Echo called in the distance. “If you two are gonna fuck, at least close the window! The whole lake probably heard you!”

You had completely forgotten about the window. Your hands flew to cover your face in embarrassment, but you could hear the teasing tone in Echo’s gruff voice, and you could not help the fit of giggles that started to surge through you.

Fives started chuckling above you as he settled your hips in his lap, watching in fascination as your combined releases started to leak out of you. “Gotta make sure this stays put,” he murmured, gazing adoringly at you. He swiped up the milky fluid with two of his fingers and pushed it back inside your deliciously sore cunt, and you both heard Echo swearing and laughing as you cried out one last time.

“Fives!” you giggled, swatting him on the chest.

“I don’t care,” he said with an affectionate smile, leaning down to kiss you again. “Let them all hear us. Let them know I love my beautiful wife. Let them know we’re adding to our family.”

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I’ve been writing this Echo smut for about five days. WHY ARENT YOU FINISHED

in other news, I do love it

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bruh-myguy-what · 8 days

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Pairing: Tech x Fem!Reader (our lovely medic line) Warnings: female insults, gross man being a jerk to reader, violence, cursing, Mando'a cursing, fluff, not proof read I just needed to get it out as my mourning, nothing else I don't think Word Count: 4.5k Summary: Needing something from town, you're stuck with going with Tech, as everyone else is busy. You're not used to his response when a man decides to be rude to you.

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"Echo," your mirthful voice reverberated around the walls of the Maruader as you laughed, "please?"

Laughing at your shameful display as you childishly hung off of the man's shoulder, playfully pouting at him with eyes as wide as a loth kitten. He chided you with an amusingly stern use of your name, dragging you alongside him as he walked down the gangplank, "I've already told you that I can't go with you into town. I'd love to but I have to help Hunter gather the rations and make sure we have enough for the next trip."

Whining dramatically, you pull at his hand, "I can wait! Really! I'll even help count so it'll go quicker!" Though you tried your most convincing grin, hoping your innocent tone would win him over as it had multiple times before, the Arc trooper shook his head.

"Sorry, sarad, no can do." His simple decline made you groan in frustration and drop his hand indignantly but he continued, "It's already getting late, anyway, the sun'll be gone before we even finish counting. Why don't you see if Tech will go with you?"

At the mention of the clever clone, your cheeks immediately warmed and you pulled away from Echo a bit in fear he might catch your sudden change. "I-I'm sure he's busy...he's always busy with some kinda tinkering." Your mumbled response was met with a raised brow from the cybernetic clone before you, his trained eye-catching the evergrowing red color staining your cheeks. Though the planet had a warmer temperature than some others the Batch had stopped on recently, Echo knew this couldn't have affected you so suddenly. You noticed his scrutinizing squint and quickly tried to move the subject elsewhere, "Maybe Wrecker or Cross could go with-"

With another shake of his head, a knowing grin starting to grow over his pale lips, arms crossing over his armored chest, Echo interrupted you, "Busy with rearranging the cargo hold so Tech doesn't get rid of their explosives again." Then he smirked at your obvious dilemma, "Besides, I'm sure that if you ask him, Tech'll set whatever he's doing aside. He seems to like you more than any of the rest of us."

Stammering at Echo's teasing, you fumbled with a response. He couldn't be serious, right? Tech was nice, of course, he was just as nice as any of the others- just in his own way.

The way that sent butterflies screaming into your stomach...

The way that made your hands tremble sometimes when he forgot about the social decency of personal space...

Tech was nice in the way that you adored and couldn't get enough of even when you'd been around him for hours upon hours, even when his brothers wanted to strangle him.

"Uh, w-well, I don't-" You started as Echo tapped his chin with his scomp-link, in thought when footsteps from the gangplank sounded.

Walking down a step at a time, Tech emerged, face ever plastered to his datapad. A miniscule glance was sent from Echo to you then back to the device in his hands. "I heard whining from the pilot's seat," he began, his precise tone sounding uninvested as it typically did when he was observing a situation unbiasedly.

Echo grinned over at Tech, "Just the clone we were looking for," he praised with a welcoming wave of his scomp. "Our dear medic here is in dire need of heading into town and no one has any time to go with her."

As soon as Echo mentioned you needing to go into town, Tech put away his datapad, eyes meeting yours. "It would seem I am currently unimpeded by any projects that require my immediate attention, for the time being, that is." He stepped further down the gangplank, standing in the unoccupied space before you and Echo. "An appropriate solution would be that I accompany you into the nearby town."

Echo slowly turned his head to meet your red face, smirking proudly at you, "It would be, wouldn't it?" He chuckled at your incredulous expression, then looked back at the taller clone. "Then make it quick the two of you, it's going to be getting dark soon and I'm sure the town isn't the best place to be, even for us." He rested his hand on Tech's shoulder, walking back up the gangplank to head inside the ship, momentarily turning around to salute you with a wink.

You stood there for a second in disbelief, trying to understand how the situation left you with just Tech....alone.

"I cannot believe him." You muttered to yourself under your breath, shaking your head.

"He is correct, actually" Tech interjected into your thoughts, causing you to start a bit, forgetting his proximity. Looking up to see him fixing his goggles on his face more comfortably, you noticed the way his brown eyes caught the sun, as light snuck behind the frames to speckle the golden hues decorating them. "The town we are heading to is known for its rather," he searched around the area for the appropriate word, "sordid, is perhaps the best term I can use for it. We would be safer grabbing what it is you need quickly, then returning at a proper pace." His explanation continued but you began to get lost in your own thoughts, admiring the man before you. It seemed to happen, sometimes, that you would find yourself marveling at how someone who was supposed to be a clone- "defective" or otherwise- was so uniquely designed. However, no matter how smart Tech was, he was so clueless of his beauty (unlike Hunter who was exhaustively aware of his looks). The way his freckles brushed over the thin bridge of his nose to paint his tanned cheeks. The way his honeyed eyes were just a few shades brighter than his brothers, the way the light lingered in them even after all was dark. He was oblivious to how handsome he looked when he raised that one eyebrow in challenge, or when one of his brothers said something entirely incorrect. He was just as strong, just as well adept in battle, as any of his brothers (other than Wrecker), but he had the added allure of his intelligence that made you fall that much quicker. Tech's straightforward behavior, the endearing seriousness, his misconception of certain social cues, and the way his heart was still as open as any of the others- more so, you could argue- just made cherishing him so much easier.

A gentle call of your name caught you off-guard and you shook your head to refocus. "Hmm? Yes?"

Tech's face had grown adorably perplexed as he searched yours inquisitively. "I had asked if you were ready to leave, though I was met with only your vacant expression. Are you alright?"

A burning crept up your neck as you blinked dumbly at the clone trooper, "Y-yep! I'm perfectly fine!" You winced at the crack in your voice, hoping that if he asked any further questions you could blame some of it on the slightly elevated temperature of the planet.

Tech seemed gracious, or oblivious, enough to move on from the situation and nodded at your reply. "Then I suppose we should leave," he gestured for you to go ahead of him, "after you, mesh'la."

Once in town, you had noticed quickly what Tech had meant about the town being a little less desirable. The people seemed to even shy away from one another from time to time, going about their own business and then skittering away.

Tech kept a close pace behind you, placing himself directly behind your shoulder, his impressive height becoming even more pronounced. People seemed content to avoid the two of you and you hadn't noticed any issues with the trip so far until you felt Tech press himself further into your back, the smooth front of his chest piece cramming into your shoulder blade. "Tech?"

You glanced up as you continued forward, noting how his eyes narrowed behind his goggles, analyzing something further into the crowd. If you hadn't been in what seemed like a rather precarious situation- based on his current manner- you would find his closeness thrilling and unusual, but by his squared shoulders, you knew he was locked onto something questionable. "Apologies for my proximity." He spoke in a low, curt tone, eyes never meeting yours.

"Is...everything alright?" You questioned, trying to look around the crowd of people to see whatever was bothering the trooper.

Tech hummed in response, the rumble of his chest shaking through his armor and into your shoulder. "Our safety is secured for the present moment. Though it would be wise for my presence to be as near to you as comfortably possible for the duration of our outing."

You hadn't been out by yourself very many times with just Tech, possibly a time a two, but any time you had been it was always causal and friendly places. You'd seen Echo, Wrecker, or Hunter get protective in the face of social danger when you'd gone out with them before and it seemed like an evident connection to make that Tech (or even Crosshair) would've as well even though it hadn't been something you'd actually thought about before. However, now, you couldn't stop the way your heart ached at Tech's rapid transition from relaxed to defensive, the strong line of his jaw the first thing you caught sight of whenever you glanced up to make sure he was still on the lookout.

"Alright," you rushed out, "I'll be quick then. Sorry for the hassle, I didn't expect there to be an actual problem." Any more guilt you had been about to express died when you felt a large hand on the other shoulder blade, the warmth spreading through your entire body.

"Your apology is unwarranted. You required something, it is only sensible that one of us accompany you for protection. Although you are a reputable member of the GAR whom I have seen manage precarious situations rather exceptionally, I am certain every one of us would prefer to maintain your safety as much as we are capable." Tech finally glanced down to give you the slightest hint of a smile, accompanied by a reassuring nod. "Please, continue."

"Th-Thanks," was all you could dumbly reply as you tore your eyes away from the clone to search around for any pop-up stand that had what you had dragged Tech out here to get. It was some form of balm that you had needed to add to your collection for healing cuts and scrapes that the GAR hadn't entirely said was a part of the standard order of supplies but it worked as a wonderful substitute for bacta. It didn't take much longer to find a stand that was selling medical salves and the like, though the warmth of Tech's steady touch- whether from his chest or his hand- distracted you desperately.

While shopping through the procured items laid out, you felt Tech's hand fall away from your shoulder and a voice that was unknown to you spoke. "Listen goggles," the gruff man spoke, "just walk away from the woman and nobody has to get hurt, alright?"

As you began to turn, you were met with Tech's broad back blocking you as his hand came behind him to tuck you closer. "I regret to inform you that I am incapable of doing so." His voice was as steady and casual as typical for Tech, if you'd not known any better you would've thought he'd been speaking to Hunter or one of the others.

Choking out a gurgled laugh, the man pulled out a blaster, clicking off what you recognized as the stun. You were hardly terrified, Tech was highly skilled, though faced with a blaster you were worried he might be injured. Tech wasn't the first to respond with violence, opting instead to de-escalate the situation with a straightforward and disarming method. "I don't think you heard me, prick. I don't think you want to die over a whore, do you?" The insult hit you, surprised by its accusation and you placed a steadying hand on the backpack Tech wore, to steal a glance of the situation. You felt the hand that was placed on your arm tighten its grip protectively at your movement.

Tech was caught off guard by the insult as well, inclining his head at the shorter man. "Pardon me?"

"The whore, you fool. I want to whore. Move away so I can have her and we can part ways without anyone getting harmed." The man motioned with his blaster for Tech to step aside, though he remained unmoving.

Tech adjusted his goggles with his free hand, "by my estimation, it would seem that the only fool in our current location would be you. I will not be moving, so in light of our impasse, how would you prefer to proceed? By the tremble of your blaster, I would venture that you are incapable of properly wielding the weapon, which is a dangerous decision in and of itself. Again, it would seem you are the fool." Tech took a step forward, calm assurance complimenting his candid tone.

"B-Back up, freak! I'll blast you without a second thought." The man snarled as he raised his blaster higher toward Tech's chest. As you noted what Tech said, he was right- as always- the man's hand shook prominently. Though the sight of a blaster pointed so blatantly at the trooper was unsettling, you trusted him.

"Proper blaster decorum is to hold higher on the handle, finger over the trigger, and placed securely at the target of the blaster bolt." Tech's nonchalant lesson to the man seemed to only set the situation more on edge, which was surprising to you. He wasn't de-escalating, he was...antagonizing. "Is it standard practice here that any chakaaryc is allowed to carry a blaster?"

"A-Any...what?" The man asked confounded by the word he didn't understand, using his other hand to stabilize the blaster now as Tech approached closer to him.

It was normal for the Batch to use their Mando'a around one another, though they didn't use it much around others outside the GAR and even you didn't understand the language so you never paid attention to the words. Though now you were silently cursing yourself for not studying it, wondering what it was that Tech said.

"Di'kutla," Tech's voice lowered to a tone you hadn't heard him use before, it sounded almost...dangerous, "It is a Mandalorian translation for a filthy low-life, such as yourself."

"Why you!" The man's finger began to push the blaster's trigger and you felt your heart drop, stomach-churning, until you blinked and nearly missed the effortlessly elegant way Tech disarmed the man of his blaster. Crying in pain as his hand was bent backward while Tech placed the rogue blaster in his belt after switching it off, the man spat curses at the trooper. "She's just a whore, man! What's your big deal?!"

At the man's insistence on your status, Tech furthered his grip, causing him to yell out, Tech’s stoic composure- in contrast- never faltering. "I believe I have heard quite enough from you, mir'sheb."

"But-" Interrupting the man's argument, Tech's fist connected directly to the criminal’s face in a surprising display of brutality, effectively silencing him- and bloodying his nose.

"I said enough."

Standing in absolute awe of the current events, you were speechless, and before you could muster anything to say you watched as Tech yanked the stumbling man toward you by the grip on his wrist. "Forgive my lack of decency, mesh'la, though regarding his offense, this man owes you an apology."

"Tech, I-" You began, only for Tech to twist the man's arm behind his back and press him forward a bit harsher to which the man stumbled onto his knees, causing Tech to bend down with him, muttering apologies at your feet.

"Are you pleased with his display of atonement, cyar'ika?" Tech's honeyed eyes rose to meet yours, his tall frame bending over the man on the ground, refusing to let him free until you were satisfied. At your nod, he released his hold.

The man scurried to his feet and scuttled away as quickly as he could, nursing his wrist. Confusion washed over you as you glanced at the trooper, dusting off his hands and shuffling things around on his belt to make room for the blaster he had acquired. Once satisfied with his work, Tech met your eyes once more, adjusting his goggles nonchalantly. "Have you found what it is that we came to find?"

Still stunned by Tech's uncommon display of brute force and his complete willingness to act as if it has been just a normal day of the week, you stood there silently holding up the salve. "Wonderful, then we should return quickly." He sent a look around the sky to notice that it was dark now, "I am sure-" and as if on cue, Tech's comm link made a sound. Echo's voice rushed out with a stern use of Tech's name as soon as he’d answered it.

"Where in the galaxy are you two? I said to be quick!" The clone complained on the other end of the comm. Motioning for you to join at his side, Tech explained that you were momentarily disrupted but were unharmed and returning shortly.

While he spoke with Echo, you stared stupidly at the salve in your hand, replaying Tech making an absolute fool of the criminal. You'd never seen him react in such a way and you could feel your cheeks burning at how attractive the response had been to witness. What could've caused such a change in his approach? Of course, the Batch was known to be unconventional, so maybe Tech just thought the only way to dissuade the man was to use brute strength, but it just seemed like something bothered him. Could it have been when the guy insulted you?

A call of your name brought you back to the present, where Tech was standing in front of you, his hand extended. "Take my hand, please, it is quite dark. I do not wish to lose you in the crowd, it would seem this town is worse than I had originally read about. I will make a note to update the Republic's records properly." His hand enveloped yours delicately, pulling you closer to his side to guide you through the mass.

The walk back to the Marauder was quiet, your mind reeling from what happened. You were no stranger to difficult scenarios such as that one, so it wasn't as if you were scared just baffled.

"Stars! Finally, you two are back." Echo huffed in frustration as you emerged from the treeline. "Come on, we gotta get out of here. We're wanted back on Kamino for some new mission. Everyone else is already prepped to leave."

Tech merely nodded, saying something about how he'd set up the ship to be ready for the journey, and departed with a casual 'see you inside' as he let go of your name.

"What's wrong with you?" The accusation behind Echo's voice elicited a glare from you, none of this would've been an issue had he not forced Tech to go with you. You wouldn't be standing here struggling to erase the image of Tech decking a criminal right in the face. Replaying the sound of his voice when he demanded his apology to you for his insults...

This was Echo's fault. For sure.

"Tech punched someone, Echo." You explained with narrowed eyes to which the pale clone laughed as if the joke you tried to tell him was the funniest thing he'd heard. "No, I'm serious. He dropped this guy. He pulled a blaster on us and Tech just...punched him in the face."

"That's weird. Tech's not usually the type to-"

"TRUST ME," you raised your voice, "I'M AWARE."

Echo started laughing again, "I told you that he had a soft spot for you, sarad." He motioned for you to follow as he began his ascent up the gangplank, and punched the closure button when you joined him.

Later into the night, while you lay awake in your bunk, you tossed and turned trying to quieten the memory from earlier though it was a futile effort. The thought was driving you crazy.

Why had Tech reacted that way? It was just too out of the ordinary for him. It seemed far more personal than he ever responded.

And Echo's comments about him having some sort of bias toward you weren't helping the racing of your heart.

So you crawled out of your bunk, making sure not to wake anyone up as you tip-toed up to the main hull where there were small sounds of tinkering echoing. Of course, he was still awake.

"Mesh'la," Tech commented as you walked in, surprising him. "You are supposed to be asleep, what are you doing awake?"

Flashing him a grin as you took up residency in the co-pilot seat across from him, you pulled your legs up close to your chest. "Much like yourself, Tech, I couldn't sleep."

Adjusting his goggles, Tech blinked a few times in consideration. "Well, are there any extenuating circumstances that are barring you from getting the rest you usually require? Such as Wrecker's snoring? Crosshair mumbling in his sleep? Echo has a bad habit of shifting a lot during the night, could it be that?"

Shaking your head at his list of options, you took a breath, "I, actually have a question."

A glance in his direction showed his brow raising in confusion. "A question for me?" Upon seeing your nod he prompted you to continue, setting his tools aside to give you his undivided attention.

"Earlier..." you began, nervously playing with the hem of your GAR-issued pajama shirt, "in the town." Tech's intent gaze spurred you to continue, though you were anxious about how he would take the question. He was always truthful, but would he find the question odd? Would he think it was a stupid question? "You reacted differently than normal." You pointed about, changing directions a little, instead of asking a question.

"I am obligated to point out that your statement is not a question, cyare. However, your assessment is correct. It is not my usual course of action to resort to physical altercations in such situations..." He responded evenly. "Though, this circumstance required a unique response from me." His added comment confused you even more.

"Why?" You inquired, eyes now meeting his.

Tilting his head to the side slightly, his brows furrowed as if he were the perplexed one now. "I thought it would be obvious." His simple response was mildly bothersome. Of course, it wasn't obvious! That's why you couldn't sleep!

"Tech, you have to remember, sometimes, some of us need you to explain what's going on up there in that exceptional mind of yours." You clarified as you tapped your temple, gesturing for him with a soft smile on your face.

It dawned on him then, that perhaps it probably wasn't obvious to you. Though he struggled to find how to put it into words. "I was required to respond irregularly because he had offended you. Pointing a blaster at me is less of an issue, one I am perfectly well adept at discouraging," Tech's voice was unchanging until he glanced at his hands and his tone dropped. "It wasn't until his unwarranted comments regarding you that I felt my common strategy of de-escalating was not suitable enough. Your virtue demanded more than my words to right the occurrence." His eyes were still downcast as he spoke, seeming...embarrassed?

"My virtue?" You repeated his term of use.

Nodding, the clone finally met your eyes, the emotion behind his brown hues causing the breath to catch in your lungs. "Yes. I will never allow someone to speak so disparagingly about you in my presence. You deserve far more from those who say they care for you."

The blue streaks of hyperspace highlighted the contours of his handsome face, highlighting his features. It seemed as if time slowed to a crawl between the two of you at his admission. Was it a declaration of love, no, but it still burned in your chest as if it had been. "You care for me, Tech?"

"Considerably so, yes." The speed and certainty of his response felt as if it knocked you against the seat, like your first trip into hyperspace, kicking you back. His honesty was staggering every time. "If I can be forthright, I find that I am more partial to you than even my brothers are. I have spoken with Hunter at length about why this may be. The solution we have come to at the very moment is," Then he paused for a moment, considering his words carefully, "that I have a romantic interest in you. The signs of psychical attraction I have are evident, or so I thought. I desire to be close to you as often as possible, and the ability to speak with you about things is a welcomed one that I look forward to regularly."

As you listened, the burning in your chest only worsened. Tech not only punched a man because he insulted you, but punched a man who insulted you because of how much he cares about you and your honor? And now he was telling you how much he'd cared for you? This had to be a dream.

"Forgive me if this is not the answer you were envisioning, however, that does not change the truth of the answer to your query." Tech finished with a resolute nod, though the emotion did not leave his eyes.

You sat there across from him for a while in silence, reflecting, assessing, and gathering, but once everything sorted itself into place in your mind you rose from your seat to stand before Tech. He'd always been so straightforward, so honest with you...he only deserved the same in return.

Your hands hesitantly reached out, testing the waters of his current mood. When he didn't pull away, you caressed his jaw on either side lovingly, tilting his chin up to meet your eyes. The astonishment in them betrayed his outwardly calm demeanor as you leaned down to graze your lips against his, a whispered 'thank you' tumbling from your lips before you kissed him.

As if your confusion and amazement had been transferred to him, Tech merely sat in his seat, numbly. However, as you began to pull away, his hand quickly reached out to rest around the back of your head to stop you from going too far. Brown eyes explored your face as if you were an illusion, "you captivate and baffle me," he breathed out in wonderment, pulling you back in for another kiss, "show me more, please."

Laughing under your breath at his request you lowered yourself into his lap gingerly, "I'd love to, but right now, I just want to kiss you a little more."

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Mando'a translations just in case- chakaaryc - lowlife, rotten, di'kutla- useless/ worthless, mir'sheb- smartass

@stellarbit - this is for the both of us.

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dindjarindiaries · 2 days

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Senator's Shadow - Chapter 2

summary: You make your arrival on Eirus, and what you’re met with makes you even more glad you’ve brought Clone Force 99 with you—even with your conflicted feelings about the squad’s leader.

pairing: hunter (the bad batch) x fem!reader

rating: mature (18+)

tags: bodyguard romance, forbidden love, fluff & angst, emotional & physical hurt/comfort, canon-typical violence, injuries & blood, trauma, eventual/mild smut

word count: 5.094k

chapter 1 ⟸ series masterlist ⟹ chapter 3

chapter 2 ⟹

There was a gentle knock on the door to your cabin before you heard the voice of your captain. “We’re about to drop out of hyperspace, Senator.”

You raised your voice enough to be heard. “Thank you Captain.” With an exhale, you set aside your datapad and tried to still your racing heart. It was no surprise that you had lost track of time; you were meant to be getting more rest, but all you could do was dive even deeper into your research on Clone Force 99.

Especially their leader, who had quickly gained your interest and your eye upon meeting.

There hadn’t been much on Sergeant Hunter in the battle briefings and write-ups you had gained access to, aside from successfully leading his squad in mission after mission. Their genetic mutations all made sense simply by their names, and the ARC trooper Echo at least had a background from his time with the 501st and the details of the mission on Skako Minor. Hunter’s seemed fairly straightforward, and there was at least the information that he was a master tracker of sorts. How exactly it worked, however, eluded you.

Much about him was already eluding you, mostly the way he seemed to reciprocate whatever nonsense feeling had caused your propriety to slip. You’d spent endless rotations learning how to fit in with the Senate, and all it took was once glance to forget it all. It seemed very much like the same had happened to him—at least, based on how all the other clones acted.

“Senator?” The same voice nearly made you jump as it broke through your reverie on the other side of the door. “We’ve arrived, and Clone Force 99 is trying to reach you.”

You blinked a few times and nodded to yourself, hurrying to brush out the wrinkles in your senatorial clothes as you headed for the door. The last thing you checked was the hidden holster on your thigh before you opened the door from the inside. The captain fell into place as you nodded at him. “My apologies for the delay. Thank you for making me aware.” The captain bowed his head, bringing up the rear as you headed to the cockpit.

Stepping inside and seeing the view of your homeworld through the viewport made your chest tighten, even as a wave of strong relief washed over you. You didn’t have to step foot on the planet to know that it was feeling less and less like the home you had worked to hard to save. With the information and intel you had gotten on the inner workings of the Separatists’ scheming, it wouldn’t be much longer until the free planet was yet again trapped by another unjust regime.

“Senator,” one of the pilots began, nodding towards the blinking light that indicated the comms, “Clone Force 99.”

You nodded, unable to fight the smile that tugged at your lips. “Patch them through.”

The pilot obeyed, and soon, a familiar voice was speaking loudly over the connection. “Is it actually the senator this time?” Wrecker boomed.

The pilots cringed, but you couldn’t help chuckling as you responded. “Yes, I’m here.”

“Good.” You fought the urge to smile wider when you recognized Hunter, but the effort was in vain. The sound of his voice alone was a vast comfort to your tightened chest. “We thought you’d want to hear this.”

“You thought correctly. Please continue, Sergeant.”

“There is no hostile welcome awaiting us onworld,” Tech spoke on behalf of the sergeant and his squad. “There are, however, some strange patterns in the way they are greeting vessels other than your own.”

You furrowed your brow at that. “Strange how?”

“It is an attack pattern we recognize from our own dogfights against the Separatists,” Tech continued. Your heart began to weigh heavier inside your chest. “Strangely, however, there were no ill intentions, as we were simply escorted more closely to the surface. I am not sure who is in charge of such protection on Eirus, but they have clearly—.”

“Thanks, Tech.” Hunter stopped him before he could continue. A wave of gratitude washed over you. While Tech’s thoughts would no doubt be important, it was already beginning to send you into a spiral about the current state of your homeworld. “We’ll get more answers for you later, Senator. For now, we’re awaiting you onworld.”

You nodded to yourself. “Thank you, Sergeant. We’re on our way.”

As soon as the comm connection was broken, you exhaled a light breath. Thankfully, you had long since mastered the art of keeping an emotional mask on at all times, something that came along with your role as a senator. The worry you felt for your world was strong, but somehow, knowing you had a group as effective as Clone Force 99 made you feel much better.

Once they got all the details, they would understand. It was very much the reason why you had chosen them in the first place.

Your ship was soon landing, and the captain and guards fell into place before the hatch opened. The ornate stairs led your way down to the surface, with you being the last to take them. You were ready to descend them with as much familiarity and confidence as you were used to, but this time, there was a hand waiting there to help guide you, the same one that had taken your hand on Coruscant.

You smiled in gratitude at Hunter as you accepted his hand and made your way down the steps. He remained helmeted, as did his squad, as he nodded. He only let go once your feet were secure on the surface. The helmets still did nothing to hide Clone Force 99’s reaction to their leader’s actions, especially with Crosshair accidentally grunting at Wrecker’s elbow jutting into his ribcage.

“Welcome home, Senator,” Hunter greeted you. He gestured with his helmet to the open hangar. “We’ve already cleared the area. The greeting party wasn’t too happy with us, but it wouldn’t be the first time that’s happened.”

You chuckled at that and nodded. “I appreciate your squad’s thoroughness, Sergeant.”

Hunter returned your nod. “We’ll lead the way in.”

“Thank you.” You beamed as Hunter turned around to direct his squad ahead. Crosshair and Tech shared a glance while Wrecker directly followed the sergeant’s order. Echo paused for a moment to give you a small bow before he moved into position, which you returned with a smile of gratitude.

They were no doubt an effective clone squadron, but it was glaringly clear they were also a family. That only made you feel even more certain about your decision to bring them with you.

You swallowed back your dread and advised your captain and your guard to let you remain in front, placing you directly between them and Clone Force 99. The hangar reserved for you wasn’t large, especially compared to Coruscant’s, which meant that you were soon inside the planetary capitol.

You had to hold back your sigh at the sight of the diplomats awaiting you. While you had been specifically chosen by your people to represent Eirus in the Senate, the rest of the planet’s government was repurposed from that which came before it, and they had all been less than helpful in swaying your people from the Separatist cause. At the head of them all was the Prime Minister, a Rodian who was clearly less than happy to be greeted with the sight of Hunter and his squad.

“You clones again?” the Prime Minister scoffed. “I already told you that this is a private space.”

“Prime Minister,” you spoke up loud enough for the Rodian to hear. “That’s no way to speak to my chosen protection.” Clone Force 99 parted themselves to let you be seen, and you stopped to face the Prime Minister with an eyebrow raised. “I was hoping for a warmer welcome.”

“Ah, Senator!” The Rodian clapped his hands together. “My apologies, my apologies. I simply wasn’t expecting you to have… well, hired protection.”

“Just because I have a history of fighting doesn’t mean I should travel without protection, Prime Minister.” You had to hide your smirk when you heard Wrecker chuckle to himself proudly at your words. “Regardless, these brave men are much more than just ‘clones.’ They are soldiers of the Republic who make up the elite Clone Force 99.” You gestured to the two rows of black-and-red armored men on either side of you. “They deserve to be respected as such.”

You caught the visor of Hunter’s helmet for a moment and noticed the way he had tilted it at your words, as if he were attempting to express his gratitude—or admiration. A small smile stretched on the corners of your lips before you focused back on the Prime Minister. “Once again, Senator, my apologies.” The Rodian bowed his head. “Truly, I am quite glad and relieved to see you.”

“I wish I could say the same.” Your tone failed to hide your bitterness, even amidst your necessary diplomacy. “But this venture isn’t being made under ideal circumstances. I was hoping to avoid this.”

The Rodian looked less than impressed. “To avoid serving your purpose, Senator?”

There was no missing the slow movement of Hunter’s helmet at your side as he threw the Prime Minister a threatening glance. The sensation of comfort from before returned, despite the knowledge that you could handle yourself against this diplomat. “To avoid dealing with your government’s inability to follow through with my declarations from the Core, Prime Minister.”

It was Echo who snickered at that. You had to fight a smile as you heard it, especially with the way the Rodian’s face had twisted. “I fail to see how these horrifying riots are the result of what my government is doing.”

“Actually,” Tech began, much to the horror of Hunter—whose helmet whipped around to face his fellow brother, “research suggests that the weaker a government is, the more likely it is for such riots to take place. It would appear, Prime Minister, that it very well could be a weakness in your government that is either causing or allowing these riots to take place.”

“Tech,” Hunter hissed.

“It’s all right, Sergeant.” You waved a hand in his direction, though your gaze remained on the Prime Minister’s shocked face. “Tech is right. He’s simply said such it much more eloquently than I would have.”

“‘Eloquently!’” Wrecker repeated with amusement, giving Tech’s shoulder a nudge. “There’s a new one for you!”

Crosshair sighed at him. “He’s already gotten that one before, Wrecker.”

The Rodian scoffed in disbelief. “This is your ‘chosen protection,’ Senator?”

“It is.” You raised your chin at him. “And seeing as they will be looking after all of us during this venture, I suggest you begin to respect them, just as I told you before.” The Prime Minister was rendered speechless, allowing you to continue. “Now, I hope you’ve at least followed my desired accommodations?”

The Prime Minister snapped back into his role as host, as if the previous tense encounter hadn’t occurred at all. “Yes, yes, of course, Senator.” He took a small step back and gestured with his hand to the way ahead. “You can follow me this way.”

You nodded, stepping forward to follow him. On the way, you offered Hunter an apologetic glance, but he shook his helmet to reassure you that it wasn’t your doing. The warmth of comfort stuck to your chest as you returned your attention to the Prime Minister and followed him through the corridors of the planetary capitol.

While you remained attentive to whatever the Prime Minister was telling you, particularly regarding the most recent incidents, you also focused on your surroundings. You weren’t totally familiar with the layout of the capitol, seeing as most of your time spent on Eirus was in your own town prior to your appointment as senator, and having a familiarity with it was important to you. It would soon become a necessity.

“And here we are,” the Prime Minister announced as you came upon a dead end, where a set of double doors awaited. “Your room, and one for each member of your…” he hesitated, looking over Clone Force 99, “chosen protection.”

You nodded, satisfied for once at the words he said. “Thank you, Prime Minister. I appreciate you fulfilling this request.” You gestured with your eyes towards the double doors of your room. “I’m going to take some privacy for the rest of the evening so I may rest for tomorrow’s banquet.”

The Prime Minister bowed his head. “A sensible decision, Senator.” He began to back away. “I’ll make my leave for the evening.”

You returned the bow, waiting until he and his group had turned around to face your own guards and Clone Force 99. Your attention was fixed on the captain as you nodded to direct him. “You and your guard may rest for the night, Captain. Clone Force 99 will take things from here.”

The captain hesitated before ultimately giving in with a nod of his own. “Yes, Senator.” He led the way for his men, directing each one to the rooms further down the corridor.

A relieved exhale fell from your lips as you finally faced Clone Force 99. Hunter spoke up before you could. “You didn’t have to give us our own rooms.” His words were coated in gratitude, despite his insistence. “The boys and I are used to sharing.”

“Please, Sergeant,” you assured him. “It’s the least I could do to thank you for agreeing to this mission.”

“Mission?” Echo’s repetition of the word failed to hide his curiosity and his confusion. “You’re making this sound like it’s more than a protection job, Senator.”

“Echo,” Hunter began, barely holding back his sigh as he attempted to rein in his squad yet again. “I’m sure the senator’s just using the term loosely.”

“Actually, Sergeant, he’s right.” You cleared your throat, taking a quick glance around before lowering your voice. “We have a lot to discuss.”

The members of Clone Force 99 began to face one another, with Wrecker being the only one to speak on it. “Oh, yeah! I knew I would like her!”

You smiled at that and waved a hand towards your two doors. “If you follow me, I’ll brief you on everything.”

As you turned and led the clone squadron into your suite, the warmth of Hunter’s gaze through his helmet lit a blazing fire on the skin of your back. The turning of the gears within his mind was practically audible now that you had started to reveal your true intentions to them. Hopefully, he and his squad would remain on board once the details came to light.

Once the doors of the suite were secured closed, you gathered the soldiers around a holotable, reaching through the slit in your dress to take the datarod from your holster. You plugged it in, and instantly, a layout of Eirus’ main city illuminated in blue light, with red dots scattered throughout it. You exhaled in satisfaction that the map you had been making still worked as well here as it did on Coruscant.

Tech’s eyes brightened behind his goggles. “Fascinating.”

“Your approval means a lot, Tech,” you said with a warm smile. The entire squad seemed shocked by your drop in propriety as they shared looks with one another, but you kept going anyway. “I’ve been working on this for a while. It’s a layout of our capital city, where we are.” You pointed at the planetary capitol within which you stood. “The red signifies the places that the Separatists have been attacking.”

“Attacks?” Echo repeated. His namesake was beginning to make more sense. “You believe these are coordinated attacks instead of riots?”

“I know they are.” You twisted your lips and toggled the switches on the holotable, trading the image of the city with the man whose face alone made you scowl. “This is Lii Alvani, who was once our Prime Minister until our forces overthrew him. He was exiled, but the intel I’ve been receiving proves he’s struck a deal with the Separatists.”

“What kind of deal?” Hunter’s voice was low as he spoke up next. Your heart stalled for a moment in fear that he might withdraw his support from the mission, but the way he almost immediately softened his posture calmed you for the time being.

“If they fund his forces and provide him with backup if necessary to help him get the planet back, he’ll give the entire other side of our world over to them for droid production.” Your brow was creased in distress as you said the words aloud. Bringing this up to people who weren’t the ones you had once fought alongside was difficult, but the interest they showed was promising.

“Well, what’s the point of these attacks?” Wrecker pointed out next. “Wouldn’t the Separatists just launch a siege and call it a day?”

“That is not the point,” Tech chimed in. He was tapping on a datapad as if he was working out various probabilities, and you fought the urge to smile at the relief that washed over you at the sight of it. This was exactly what you needed; they were exactly what you needed. “Alvani does not desire to bring attention to the fact that the Separatists may soon be taking over the planet. Given the unrest that led to the senator’s appointment, Alvani is manipulating those who were not fully swayed to a side by laying the groundwork for the illusion that the Separatists can come in and offer a peaceful resolution at long last.”

“And the riots?” Crosshair questioned.

“Bait.” The room quieted as you spoke the word, and every helmet turned to you. “They’ve been wanting to lure me here because they know I’m the last strong link this planet has to the Republic.” You nodded at them dutifully. “I’m anticipating an assassination attempt.”

“Assassination?” Hunter was quick to lift his helmet from his head and tuck it under his arm as he repeated the word breathlessly. His brown eyes were the most expressive you had ever seen as they sent a strong amount of concern your way, his brow furrowed at the line between his tattoo and his warm skin.

“It wouldn’t be the first one I’ve had to avoid, Sergeant,” you reassured him, despite the odd sweetness his worry for you brought to your chest. “There were plenty before I was appointed as senator.”

“This sounds like a hell of a lot more than a protection job,” Echo muttered, though he didn’t seem upset about it.

“I’m deeply sorry I had to deceive you all at first.” Your words were sincere as you looked around the group. It was easy to catch Hunter’s eye without his helmet, which was focused on you with a new light of concern—and even a hint of understanding. The feeling of comfort swept through you once again as you went on. “There’s just an urgent need to keep this under wraps. I don’t know how far this scheme goes, and I need to give the illusion that I’m unaware of what’s really going on.”

Hunter’s brow raised before he asked his question. “Does your personal guard know about this?”

You shook your head. Hunter’s shoulders rose and fell in a deep exhale as the other members of the squad exchanged glances.

“Excuse my bluntness, Senator, but what exactly do you plan on doing about this?” Echo lifted his helmet to reveal his own concern and curiosity. “There are only five of us, and this looks like it could become a large-scale assault if we’re not careful.”

“I’m glad you asked, Echo.” The corners of your lips turned up as you prepared to reveal your full plan. “I’m aiming for two things. The first thing I need is time. There’s still a small chance to strike a deal that’ll satisfy the people the Separatists haven’t gotten a hold of.”

“And the second?” Wrecker asked, clearly hopeful for some action.

You couldn’t help smiling at him as you nodded. “Resistance. If we can counter some of these attacks and keep a low profile about it, then we can prove to the Separatists that Eirus isn’t worth the trouble.”

“‘We?’” Hunter gave you a pointed look. “Are you joining us on the front lines?”

You looked around the group with a more mischievous smile. “Of course I am.”

Wrecker laughed before pumping his fist. “Oh yeah!” Even Echo and Crosshair shared an impressed look with one other through their visors. You, however, could only focus on Hunter, who had started to raise the corners of his mouth in what could only be described as a proud smile.

But the light of concern still lingered in his dark gaze, one that was so sincere you found yourself appreciative of it. One of the hardest parts of becoming a senator had been others seeing you as helpless or defenseless, but this kind of concern was different. It was rooted in something else entirely, though you weren’t quite sure yet what that was.

“Again, I’m very sorry that you all had to be kept in the dark about the true nature of this mission,” you apologized, the guilt sweeping through you in a sudden and daunting wave. “I had no way of requesting your squad with the truth, and I hoped you would understand, even at this late stage.”

“We do.” Hunter’s response came without hesitation. His expression was fixed in steady severity as his gaze pierced your own. “Going off the books is what we do best.”

“That’s right, Sarge.” Wrecker crossed his arms and nodded at you. “Just give us our orders, Senator, and we’ll be there.”

Crosshair took his rifle from his back and assessed it as he shot Hunter a look. “I guess I’ll get to shoot something, after all.”

“Only if such actions are a necessity,” Tech countered, waving a careful finger in Crosshair’s direction. “In a situation as delicate as this, the wiser choice may be to keep our fingers off our triggers.”

You beamed at the excitement they were beginning to show. “Regardless, you were all chosen for a reason.” You took the datarod from the table and secured it back on your holster. “I’ve studied your missions, and it’s only further proven that each of your individual skills will be invaluable to my planet’s freedom.” Some of the weight began to fall from your shoulders as you nodded at them with deep gratitude. “I can’t fully express how much it means to me that you’ve agreed to help.”

“There’s no need to thank us,” Hunter assured you with a dutiful nod of his own.

“Hunter’s right,” Echo agreed, setting his hand on his hip. “We’re soldiers of the Republic, after all. It’s our duty to protect every single planet within it.”

“Still. This is a very unorthodox and even dangerous request, and it means everything to me that you’re willing to take it on.” You offered them one last smile before dismissing them. “All of you should get some rest for the night. Tomorrow will be a welcome banquet, and I’m expecting there to be some infiltrators. We’ll go over the plans then.”

The squad all acknowledged your words with their own nods before they turned to leave the suite. As Hunter went to follow them, you took a step towards him and lowered your voice.

“Sergeant,” you called for him, instantly earning his devout attention. “If I could speak to you privately for a moment?”

He nodded, turning his head to acknowledge a member of his squad. It was Echo who caught his eye, and no words had to be spoken as Hunter waved his hand to give his silent order. Echo looked between the two of you before tilting his helmet and leading the squad out of the suite.

You exhaled a deep breath once they had gone, focusing on Hunter and allowing his curious yet concerned gaze to relax you. “I appreciate your squad’s willingness to follow through with this mission, Sergeant.” You forced yourself not to break your gaze even as your inner strength began to falter. “But I also understand that, as a leader, you may see this as too much of a risk for your men.” You bowed your head. “I understand wholeheartedly if you want to withdraw from the mission.”

“I appreciate that, Senator, but you don’t have to worry.” You found Hunter’s gaze again as he took a small step closer to you. He lifted his chin in a resolve of his own. “We’re very welcoming to danger.”

You softly laughed at that, shaking your head as you raised your brow. “I really should’ve expected that from you all.”

The corner of Hunter’s mouth lifted in amusement. “Seems like you’ve done your research.”

You huffed and crossed your arms. “I’m not the only one who did.” You gestured with your head to the doors behind him. “Seeing as your squad had no reaction to my freedom fighting past.”

Hunter shrugged, the amusement still remaining on his expression. “We like to come prepared, even if we also like surprises.” He took a quick glance over his armored shoulder. “Research is Tech’s whole thing, anyway.”

You chuckled. “Yeah, that makes sense.” After a short pause, you released a breath you hadn’t realized you were holding, your gaze falling to your feet as you attempted to put your thoughts into words.

You caught the movement of Hunter’s boots as they stepped even closer to you. “Senator?” You glanced back up and met his eyes, which had once again darkened in concern for you.

You offered him a small smile of whatever reassurance you could manage. “There’s another reason why I chose your squad, Sergeant.” Your grip on your upper arms tightened as you dared to go on. “I figured that out of any other clone squadron, yours would be the most willing to go against direct orders if necessary.”

Hunter raised an eyebrow at that. “What orders would we be disobeying?”

You held his gaze with newfound severity. “This is supposed to be a strictly diplomatic and peaceful conflict resolution.” You shook your head, at a loss. “But Eirus is well beyond that point.” You gave him a quick once-over. “Your agreement alone to help me fight will be disobeying a direct order from the Senate.”

You searched every inch of Hunter’s face for a single change, but his expression remained the same. After a few moments, he shrugged again, even offering a small smile as he responded. “That shouldn’t be a problem.”

You blinked a few times in pure disbelief. “Are you sure?” Hunter nodded, remaining resolute. You exhaled a breath of relief and let a smile overtake your lips. “Thank you, Sergeant. I’m sure you understand that, as a leader, it’s hard to navigate the safety of your people with what you know is right.” Your hands slid down to your legs and your gaze followed them. “It’s a very isolating feeling.”

“I do understand.” When you felt the gloved hand upon your shoulder, it brought your eyes back up to his, which had exchanged all concern for the comfort that had gone from a vague rush of warmth in your chest to an overwhelming ache. “But you’re not alone, Senator. Not anymore.” Hunter nodded in further reassurance. “Just let me know what you need, and you’ll have it. Like Echo said, we serve the Republic, and that Republic includes you.”

There was no fighting the grin that his words brought to your lips as you returned his nod. “Thank you, Sergeant. That means more than I can say.”

Hunter returned your smile before lowering his hand. “I know.”

You held each other’s gazes for a long moment. It was becoming more and more clear that you understood one another in even more ways, and that this was only scratching the surface of it. The research you had done on one another was no doubt a factor, but it went beyond that, deep down to something neither one of you had the courage to air with only a few hours’ familiarity.

Eventually, Hunter broke your gaze to glance towards the double doors. “We’ll take shifts keeping watch outside your doors at night. I’ll assign them as soon as we’re done here.”

You shook your head at him. “I appreciate that, but it shouldn’t be necessary.”

Hunter’s jaw tightened. “With assassination attempts breathing down your neck? I beg to differ, Senator.” He tilted his head at you. “Don’t worry, the boys and I are used to keeping watch. We do it as a precautionary measure whenever we’re traveling through hyperspace.”

You let out a steady exhale and nodded. “In that case, thank you, Sergeant.”

Hunter bowed his head. “No need.” He prepared to set his helmet over his head. “I’ll get to it, then.”

“Yes, before your squad begins to get the wrong idea.” Your expression is written purely in amusement as you watch Hunter’s stunned face flush for a moment. He’s quick in securing the helmet over his head after that.

“You’ll find they tend to get the wrong idea about things pretty often.” Hunter chuckled before he turned to make his way towards the double doors. You watched him exit, only gaining the faith to speak once more when he was about to open them.

“Goodnight, Sergeant.”

Hunter paused, glancing over his shoulder as his helmet nodded at you. “Sweet dreams, Senator.” With that, he stepped through the doors, leaving you in your lonesome as they closed. You took a deep breath and turned towards your bedroom, smiling to yourself despite the darkness that still loomed outside the capitol’s walls.

There was still much left to do to save your planet, but Hunter’s words were already reassuring. For the first time since this crisis began, you no longer felt alone, especially with the sergeant’s promise to do whatever it takes for you and your people.

chapter 1 ⟸ series masterlist ⟹ chapter 3

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senator's shadow tag list: @violetlilly2020

#the next two we're amping things up so be READYYYY #tbb hunter #hunter tbb #sergeant hunter #tbb hunter x reader #hunter tbb x reader #the bad batch fanfiction #senator's shadow #dindjarindiaries

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coffeeandbatboys · 2 months

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Hey babes! Congrats on 270 followers! That's amazing 🎉❤️

For the celebration req, can Fives with the number 5 (because reasons) and 🥹? Thanksssss

Thank you! I never really gave it much thought till now and I looked to see this morning and was like whoa...😂

Prompt is: Tracing Scars

The maniacal laughter and excitement when I saw this.

warnings: injuries, general domino twin dumbassery. Soft and fluffy Fives is literally a mood.

My Mesh'la (Fives x Reader)

Fives lay with his head in your lap as one of your hands rested in his hair and the other danced across his chest, following the lighter, jagged lines scrawled over his bronze skin.

His soft brown eyes held the purest adoration as they gazed up at you.

You let out a small laugh. "Are you gonna keep staring at me, Fives?"

"Mhmm." He hummed, tilting his head back with a smile. "I could stare at my Mesh'la forever."

"Well if that's the case, then I could stare at my Mesh'la forever, too."

He pushed his bottom lip into a pout but a mischievous glint stayed in his eyes.

"You have a Mesh'la? Who is it?"

You cackled a second, whacking your palm into his shoulder.

"Its you, idiot. You're my Mesh'la."

The happy smile returned to his face. Your index finger traced a scar on his shoulder. One that you didn't know the story behind. Yet.

"Where's this one from?" You asked, softly pressing on the marred flesh.

"Oh, maker not that one." He groaned. "Back on Kamino we had these really weird bunks. They were kind of like the lockers in morgues that you see in holodramas." He paused when your nose wrinkled in disgust. "Yeah I know. Anyways, Echo and I wanted to see if we could use each other as ladders. Only, when I stood up to get on his shoulders, I lost my balance and fell onto the edge of the bunk below. Scared the kriff out of Hevy, but Echo was laughing his shebs off."

You tried to stifle a giggle, but it bubbled past your lips.

"Oh, Fives. You and Echo definitely share half a braincell. But that—" you hunched over to kiss the tip of his nose, "—Is one of the many reasons I love you."

Before you could sit back up, he surged forward to catch your lips with his.

"And there's one more."

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zoeykallus · 1 year

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hi i hope you’re doing amazing ! i recently discovered your account and have been blessed to see such amazing work🤩

recently i had to get a spinal fusion surgery. which also means i have metal rods and screws in my back :( it’s been tough for sure and most days i’m fine but there are days where i can’t just stop thinking about everything that happened before my accident and how this will change how i do things in the future. i know this may seem like a long shot but i was wondering if you could do a little one shot with echo about post surgery and how supportive he would be during the recovery process and those hard days ? he really is my comfort character and i know he would just be so understanding😭

Aloha!

How are you doing by now? Wishing you a speedy recovery, strength and love to deal with this new situation 💚

Echo is indeed a perfect comfort character, especially for something like this, I assume. Let me see what I can do for you.

Echo x Reader One - Shot - By Your Side

Warnings: Hurt/Comfort/Reader Recovering From Surgery After Serious Injury/Accident

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You slowly open your eyes, you are still hungover, everything feels strange and as if you are wrapped in absorbent cotton, at least for the moment. You feel dizzy, sleepy, the anesthesia hasn't really let you go yet. Blinking, you try to get used to the light and immediately realize that you don't like your surroundings, but you didn't expect that. Hospitals are rarely pretty to look at. "Finally awake, sleepyhead?" Echo's soft tone with his deep voice, immediately creeps under your skin, to your deepest core, like soothing balm. You want to say something, but your mouth is so dry that you barely get your lips apart. Not a second later, you see Echo's hand, a cup and a straw. "Drink slowly," he says gently, "The doctors say your stomach might rebel if you take in food and liquids too quickly." You are incredibly thirsty, but you force yourself to take small, careful sips. "That's it," Echo says with a satisfied smile. Finally, you can speak again. "You're here," you state, smiling at him. Echo raises his brows. "Of course I'm here, by your side. Where else would I be?" He puts the cup back down and gently clasps your hand with his. "How do you feel?" he wants to know. You think for a small moment before answering with a sigh, "Fine, I guess, considering the circumstances. Tired, groggy from the anesthesia, and I'm not very comfortable in hospitals in general, but I guess that's beside the point." You glance at an imaginary point on the opposite wall and drift off in thought for a moment as you feel Echo's hand apply gentle pressure to yours, and he asks, "What's wrong? What are you thinking about right now?"

You look at him thoughtfully and reply, "About my recovery, the healing process, the physical therapies needed, and how everything will change in the near future." "That worries you?" You nod tentatively. Echo smiles at you, unperturbed. "You don't have to go through this alone, you have me. Don't worry, I'll help you with everything, support you. It will all seem hard at first, but it'll go away in time, you'll see." And Echo keeps his promise. He is always there when you need him, whenever he can, he is by your side, at doctor's appointments, therapeutic measures and in everyday life. You never once hear him grumble or complain. The only times you see him upset is when you neglect yourself or want to go too far too fast. He reprimands you now and then, but he does it out of affection and genuine concern for you. Echo makes sure you are always taken care of, even when he can't be there himself. He calls regularly from the road to hear how you are doing and to make sure you are recovering well. Still, of course, you worry, fearing that all this might become too much for him or that he might see you with different eyes than before. One day, when he comes back from a mission, he goes straight to you, carrying shopping bags with ingredients for a delicious dinner. The moment he walks in the door and smiles at you, all the fears and doubts that plagued you in his absence vanish. The genuine joy on his face to see you again, tingles under your skin, every time.

"Did you miss me much?" he asks with a grin, kissing your forehead. "Hell of a lot," you say, beaming at him. Echo lifts his bags in the air and says, "I'll be in the kitchen making us a decent dinner, then we'll take some time just for us" "That sounds wonderful" Echo takes care of everything, you don't have to ask him for anything, he does all these things by himself. He has a sense of what you need and what needs to be done. He has a talent for calming you down, taking away your fears and making you relax, even in moments when you don't think it's possible. As you become thoughtful again over dinner, Echo gently but firmly tells you, "Love, look at me. I know what you've been through is scary and healing is exhausting, but there's no need for fear or doubt. You are still you, still the person I love, don't let your gloomy thoughts take away your joy for the future. And above all, enjoy the good food." He smirks at you, and you automatically smirk back. "What would I do without you?" you ask, amused. Echo laughs softly and says, "Eat much worse for sure."

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knightprincess · 9 months

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Forgive Me (Echo x Medic Reader) Part 14

Words: 2k Warning: None but a little bit of fluff ... I think

The moment the Marauder touched down on Anaxes, Anakin had been swept away by Obi-wan, no doubt to an immediate meeting with the Jedi Council. The Jedi Knight had little doubt he would be grilled for his actions and once again disobeying direct orders, as was the norm when he found a loophole. However, this time would be different as he had defied the order for any reason other than to help friends. Rex had told him of the theory Echo was still alive and brought his evidence, he couldn't turn his back on one of his closest and most loyal friends. (Y/N) too had been a reason. She hadn't been herself since Fives' death. She become far colder than before and determined to prove his innocence. Plus she all but rejected love from those around her, especially those who wanted to pursue a romantic relationship. He wanted to help Snap remember who she had been before Fives' died, before Echo had been lost at the Citadel before her heart had been shattered.

Rex, on the other hand, had simply led the way to Snap's medbay, suspecting she'd be there caring for the troopers injured in the battles while they were away. The members of the bad batch followed behind quietly, the only sound escaping the group was the light tapping from Tech fiddling with his datapad and the subtle clunking from Echo's prosthetics. Nonetheless, the silence to settled over them was a comfortable one, it allowed them to find some sort of peace in the war raging on around them and truly allowed them to hear their own thoughts. Some of them thought about what their next mission would be, Would they be thrown in the jaws of doom again or be sent on something considered softer than normal? Rex on the other hand could only think of Snap and her reaction. He'd not told her when leaving for the mission to retrieve Echo if only to spare her the heartbreak, should it be a cruel trap by the seppies. The great captain knew for sure either Gregor or Wolffe would be around somewhere, keeping an eye on her as the senate had declared for all civvie medics in the field.

Echo on the other hand thoughts had turned to all the things he'd missed. Gregor had apparently been found on the backwater planet known as the void, apparently with no recollection of how he ended up there. Fives, Tup, and Hardcase were gone as were many others he'd once called friends and brother. Soon enough his thoughts rallied to the impending reunion with (Y/N), he knew she'd changed, everyone in the war had. But still, he questioned if she would be happy to see him or even care for his return. He felt his nerves begin to rise, as his mind clouded with fear of rejection once more. Especially now when she was so different from his brothers and had done so much against those he once fought to protect.

Before Echo really knew it, the group of troopers were passing over the threshold of Snap's medbay, Much to the surprise of Rex the area was completely empty besides (Y/N) and Gregor, the commando preoccupied with winding Snap up. Although he stopped the moment his honey eyes found the group, specifically the once missing arc trooper. After which his only action was to draw her attention to the group, even if that meant hiding her datapad for the time being.

Snap had been about to reach for her datapad again when Gregor pointed to the quiet group. Upon turning to them she paled, so many emotions passing over her tired features. Slowly she stepped around her desk, trying to will her brain to catch up and to determine if she was seeing things or if her Echo was there. Rex and the members of the Bad Batch didn't say a word as they got comfy on the beds in the room waiting for their mandatory check-up before being released back into the field or receiving any treatment necessary.

"Hey, Snap" voiced Echo, mentally berating himself for saying something so stupid. They'd been separated for almost two years at that point, she deserved more than just a simple hey. He'd been about to say something else when he felt a hand collide with his cheek, sending his head whipping to the side with some force. His honey eyes were wide with shock as he turned to face her once more. (Y/N) seemed just as taken aback by her own actions, but there was also something else alight in her eyes now, something that hadn't been there before. Hope.

"Sorry, had to make sure you were real" commented Snap, before repeating her actions, this time to Gregor chuckling and Crosshair making a snide comment. "That was for leaving without telling me the truth" she added before directing him over to one of the empty beds, a small grin coming to her lips although sadness was still present in her eyes.

"Please spare us the drama and do him last" voiced Crosshair, wishing to be anywhere but there when the inevitable display of affection occurred. Even more so when it was obvious Echo was trying his hardest to stay still and do as Snap had commanded. (Y/N) simply nodded before starting with Wrecker, knowing the human wrecking ball hated medical checkups, probably more so than the needles that normally accompanied them. The moment she gave the lovable soldier his clean bill of health he practically jumped off the bed and ran for the exit, as if on the verge of achieving victory and escaping a prison.

Crosshair had volunteered to be the next one, as per usual making comments, he didn't go far when Snap was finished with him, instead waiting for Tech and Hunter to be cleared or given any treatment needed. Once again Hunter was given something for his sensitivity and Tech flirted with (Y/N) even if he did so unknowingly, complimenting her work and skills as a healer. Rex too was released after a small dose of Bacta gel and a thank you from Snap. Gregor left with him, although he mentioned he'd be just outside the door should Snap be in need of him.

Silence once again fell over the medbay, from a distance (Y/N) assessed what she'd need. Quickly determining she'd need to do both a physical and mental assessment on the man she still had the urge to call her Arc Trooper. At the same time, she came to the conclusion she'd have to look over all the prosthetics and implants the Techno Union had put in place.

"Sorry about whacking you earlier. Almost two years ago I lost you, then without any warning you were here. I thought I was losing my marbles again" started Snap, admitting her reaction had been more from questioning her own sanity than punishing him for leaving her behind. Echo's eyes shone with surprise, Had he really affected her that much? What else had she been through for her to question the reality surrounding her? "Get comfy Mr. Arc Trooper, it's gonna be a long one. Gregor may as well go get some caf and enjoy a game of Dejarik with Wolffe" she continued, catching Gregor's salute from the door and leaving with Rex.

"Thank you" blurted Echo, before he could truly grasp what was happening or the words to fall from his lips. Snap glanced at him in confusion, but there was no judgment as the Arc Trooper had convinced himself there would be, instead Snap looked at him as if he was the regular trooper he'd been before as if nothing at all had changed. When in truth everything had. "When I was ... when I was a ... alone. They probed my mind, you kept me company. Became my defence against them. Without you, I wouldn't have gotten through the isolation or the torment of being a weapon against my brothers, against the republic" whispered Echo, admitting she'd helped him even when she didn't know it. But refusing to admit the isolation had coursed far more damage than he would ever admit. Just as he wouldn't admit the other things he'd suffered through at the hands of the Techno Union or the thoughts of betrayal and abandonment his desperate mind had created.

"Thank you for coming back" whispered Snap when she drew close enough. Her words served as a way to distract him from the injection, she caught him with. "Mental assessment is complete for now, your words gave a fair bit away" she calmly elaborated, making notes on her datapad, while resisting the urge to throw it aside and forget her manners. The man her heart set itself on was before her now, different yet still somehow the same, while her mind screamed at her to remain professional until her duties were done, her heart was yelling at her to give in and embrace him, to finally allow herself to feel the love she had forcibly shut away at some point.

"You haven't changed a bit. Exactly the way I remember" warmly spoke Echo. After all the time to have passed and everything to have happened, the words others had spoken. He'd expected even prepared himself for Snap to be a different person. Yes, she was colder towards the Jedi and some other Civvi Medics, but she still had the same warmth and caring towards the troopers. She still accepted each as they were and called them by the names chosen. The only difference was, now she had an army of big brothers, and her bright smile had dimmed a little.

"Save us the torment already and kiss" came a voice from the entrance. Snap could only chuckle as Jesse quickly dogged back behind the door, or rather was yanked back behind it by someone, there was little doubt in (Y/N)'s mind it was a member of the famed Wolf Pack or perhaps even Cody.

"They haven't changed much either. Jesse's still one of the biggest flirts I know and Cody is still Obi-Wan's biggest fan" laughed Snap, letting a small yelp escape her lips when she felt arms wrap around her waist, pulling her in a warmish embrace. Echo was gentle not to hurt her with his scomp link or the implants scattered across his body. His left hand brushed through her silky hair, as he breathed in the familiar vanilla, jasmine, and peppermint scent. His only wish was to do as Jesse had suggested and kiss her, but somehow found his body wouldn't respond to his wishful command. Instead, the pair stayed in the locked embrace.

As if on cue, Echo could hear Fives' voice ringing in his ears, a simple yet sarcastic "finally" on repeat, along with the normal grin Fives would have given and no doubt followed by a sarcastic comment on waiting far too long. Shortly after Echo's mind came up with the scenario of being chased around the base by Wolffe, acting as the big brother Snap never had and being overly protective of her. Rex following along behind with the simple request of keeping Echo in one piece, with Gregor near Snap and the many Jedi Generals being confused for the most part.

"Sorry I waited so long" whispered Echo, before releasing her, at least allowing her to return to her duties before giving into the temptation of pulling her to him once more and finally kissing her. By the time the pair separated, Anakin had appeared from the Council Meeting, where his brows had once been creased, and anger had been displayed on his features. A sense of peace and a rare smile had taken over him the moment he entered Snap's medbay, finally, the pair had been reunited, finally, Echo was home again and finally (Y/N) was allowing herself to truly feel again, rather than locking all her emotions and feelings away in a durasteel box. Finally, there was a sense of love that had been missing for so long.

Finally, Snap had more than friendship to fight for.

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literallyjustanerd · 8 months

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Tease (Fives X Fem!Reader)

You're a student at Coruscant U. The boys of the 501st are guest speakers for a class on galactic politics. But one particular ARC trooper gets more than he bargains for when he starts checking you out...

My first time attempting anything close to smut, hope y'all enjoy! Lmk if it's good enough that you'd want a continuation ;) This also may be partially inspired by a dream i had oops

Words: 1.9k

Warnings: eye-fucking, teasing, showing off, making out, hints of both dom reader and dom Fives, suggestive ending

Rating: 18+ (minors DNI please)

Credit for the Fives divider to @freesia-writes with helmet art by @lornaka !

You have to stifle a yawn as you settle into your desk, stretching out heavy limbs. Your last lecture after a long day of classes. Galactic Relations and Conflict wasn’t really relevant to your major- you’d picked the elective on a whim, but it had proven to be your most interesting class this semester by far. Today promised to be no different: your lecturer had pulled some strings and arranged for some pretty interesting guest speakers.

You hear them before you see them: boisterous laughter echoing down the hallways. Then, the boys in blue file through the door. The one in front corrals the others into order as they come to stand at attention at the back of the hall. Five in total- two ARC troopers, two lieutenants and their Commanding Officer. Armour proudly polished where it isn’t scuffed or dented, painted helmets slung under their arms. Two things hit you in quick succession as your eyes cross the five identical faces. One: these clones are nothing like the carbon copies you’ve seen on your holoscreen. As alike as they look under their haircuts and tattoos, they’re individuals, plain as day, from how they style themselves to the way they stand and speak. Two: one of them is looking your way.

There’s a cool confidence in his demeanour, an effortless assurance to his movements, and he’s not at all embarrassed to be caught looking: though he’s still in conversation with the others, his eyes don’t waver from yours for a moment. It gives you ample time to take in the view, and what a view it is. The angle of his brow highlights the tattoo at his temple, and from there you follow the sharp cut of his jaw down to the well-kept goatee at his chin, up to the inviting curve of his mouth. Solid, square shoulders shift when he laughs at something another clone says. There’s a stray curl falling over his forehead you want to tangle in your fingers. You fight the urge to bite your lip as your eyes venture lower, sweeping down a broad, thick chest to his deliberately cocked hip. You force yourself to look away. Can’t be caught ogling the trooper, like the self-proclaimed “bucket fuckers” you see on your social media feed, lining up at 79s every weekend. You’re not that desperate. Subconsciously, though, you realise you’ve straightened in your seat, pulled your shoulders back. You’re even toying with your hair.

You cringe internally, chastising yourself for looking so eager. Calm down, you think, it probably doesn’t even mean anything that he’s looking. The lecture isn’t due to start for another ten minutes, and among the smattering of early students, you’re the only one in the front row. He’s just getting a look at his audience. But when you chance another look up at the ARC trooper, you find his gaze still locked onto you, even as the clone beside him continues to speak. Cockiness is a trait you usually find irritating. But much to your dismay, instead of scoffing when he arches his brow and quirks his mouth in your direction, you feel your pulse quicken and your skin heat.

He winks, and your mind is made up in an instant, caution thrown to the wind. It’s been too long since you’ve taken a break from your studies and had this kind of fun. If he wants to play the game, you’ll play. And you’re not going down without a fight.

You bring your eyes back down to your desk and pretend to be deeply focused on laying out your datapad for taking notes. Hot as blaster fire, his gaze still burns on you, but you refuse to give in. You’re no stranger to this dance, and you’ve gotten pretty good at it, even if you do say so yourself. Your lecturer enters soon after and begins the talk, introducing your guests. You get your first taste of the ARC trooper’s deep, gravelly voice when he steps forward in turn, as well as his name. Fives. It loops in your mind as you wrap your lips around it, trying it out. As Captain Rex takes the podium, you make your first move. Slowly, deliberately, you cross one leg over the other, and lean your elbows on your desk, shoulders pulled proudly back. The stars must have aligned for you this morning: you’d picked one of your lower cut shirts, and it frames your cleavage perfectly. A few carefully counted seconds later, you tilt your head away from the podium back to Fives.

Oh, yeah. You’ve got him.

He’s looking. He’s staring. His gaze has darkened, intensified. When his eyes roam down low and creep back up, you feel it like it’s his fingers on your skin. Your body warms under the stare, liquid heat pouring over you, pooling at the top of your thighs. Not wanting to seem too self-satisfied, you allow yourself a small, restrained smirk. A twitch of your eyebrow, just to gloat. Such a small gesture, but it lights a fire in Fives’ eyes. You’re enjoying the game, but you want to stretch it out, so you leave him hanging, and go back to listening to Captain Rex, your stylus working across your datapad, dutifully taking notes like you’d been paying attention the whole time.

You don’t let up on Fives, though. As his brothers each take their turn to answer questions from the cohort, you pull out every trick up your sleeve. Mussing your hair, adjusting your top. You swear you see his upper lip twitch into a growl when you shift your legs, gliding one foot up and down your calf. He has his arms folded now, the end of a thumb jammed into his mouth, chewing on the tip in a way that makes you hungry to replace that thumb with your lips. He makes no attempt to hide his want: he’s undressing you with his eyes, and you’re quickly getting drunk on the power. The killing blow comes when Fives has to wrench his attention from you long enough to take his turn at the stand. You can see him struggling to keep his focus on the rest of the lecture hall and away from you. At first, you feign innocence, letting up the act for a few short minutes, playing nice, giving him a reprieve. And in truth, it’s not hard to actually stop and listen to his words: he speaks with confidence, cracks a few corny but endearing jokes, and answers the audience’s questions with a thoughtfulness and insight that catches you off guard. Shit, you think, swallowing down the flutter in your chest, he might have the edge on you.

But in the end, he will get no mercy from you. The third time he gives in and glances in your direction, he finds you with your stylus poised at the corner of your mouth. Your pulse throbbing, you grind your thighs together, making a show of it. Your tongue darts out for just a moment and, soft and delicate, you press the stylus past your lips, teasing the tip. The effect is instant. Fives chokes on his last word, stifling a groan that quickly turns into a string of coughs. His eyes are blown wide, his cheeks several shades darker as he tries to regain his composure and remember what he had been saying.

You win.

You back off for the rest of the lecture, content to enjoy the feeling of his eyes on you and the playful glances you exchange from the moment he leaves the podium. He takes your little trick in stride, and even gives back what he gets, a sway in his hips as he walks back to rejoin the other clones, taking it slow to give you ample time to enjoy the view from behind. All too quickly, though, the talk ends, and so does your fun. You shoot Fives one last wink as he and his brothers leave the hall, and he fixes you with a cutting smile that’s equal parts charming and dangerous. You gather your things and leave with the other students, with full intention of returning to your apartment to take care of the ache between your legs alone. The memory of Fives’ gaze lingers on your skin, drawing an involuntary shudder.

The train home is going to be torture.

But you don’t make it to the station. You don’t even make it off campus. You’re rounding the corner away from the lecture hall when you hear him. He clears his throat, and your nerves thrill when you turn to see Fives leaning heavy against the wall, one hand propped on the inviting curve of his hip. The pathway he stands in is seldom-used, small and quiet, and the shadows from the towering buildings throw his face into shadow. His voice is pitched low when he speaks, thick and sweet, dripping like syrup.

“Quite a show you just put on,” he purrs, and the words go straight to your cunt. “What’s your name, gorgeous?” You give him your answer, careful to keep your voice in check while the rest of you quivers with anticipation. Fives repeats it, the sound rolling heavily off his tongue.

“Thought this gig was going to be boring,” he muses, “you certainly proved me wrong. Thought it would only be polite to return the favour. Show my… appreciation?”

The curling grin on your face is all the answer he needs: a thick hand on your waist pulls you into the alleyway, cold brick at your back and hot breath on your neck. You’re trapped in an instant, bracketed by his arms on either side. His lips hover an agonising inch from your skin, sparks of honey-sweet electricity dancing along your shoulders and down your spine.

His body is still angled away from yours, yet the tiny, twitching roll of his hips draws an answering thrust from you all the same. The lack of friction tears a tiny groan of frustration from your throat before you can stop it, and Fives’ chest rumbles with his answering chuckle. The end of your rope dangles so close. It would be so easy to just give in and let him win. Your defences weaken further when the warmth against your throat sharpens, searing breath giving way to the scorching wet heat of his lips at the top of your jaw. The dizzying thrill of finally feeling him against you is what gives you the strength to regain control. A firm hand at his cheek shifts his mouth away from your ear and onto your lips, kissing him hard and merciless. He moans when your fingers dip low to scratch teasingly through his goatee, and the sound sets your every nerve singing symphonies. In an instant you know you’d do anything to hear that sound again, to feel the high of him melting under your touch. With dwindling patience you reach out, grabbing at the belt of his armour and trying to pull him flush against you. He resists, breaking your kiss just barely and tutting against your lips.

“No need to rush, mesh’la,” he taunts, settling a warm, gloved hand on the swell of your hip. He’s firm but gentle, coaxing you back into the wall with just enough pressure to tease you. You recognise the Mando’a, though you can’t quite place its meaning. You find you don’t much care- not when Fives is kneading at your waist and mouthing at your collarbone.

“We’ve got plenty of time Besides…” With one fluid movement, he forces your legs apart, pressing one thick thigh between your own. It's your turn to moan, trying to shift your hips, though Fives' grip keeps you maddeningly still. ”You gave me a whole lot of grief back there. I’ve got a lot of catching up to do.”

You swallow thickly, the shifting column of your throat catching against Fives’ teeth and making you gasp. This one might be harder to win than you thought. A devilish grin slides onto your lips.

You still won’t go down without a fight.

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wanderer-six · 1 year

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Taste of You

NSFW (MINORS DNI)

AN: I am convinced that Echo would be addicted to u riding his face to an unreasonable degree and also he's my precious boy so I wish to praise him bc he deserves it aaa💖 this is my 2nd fic and my first Blatantly Inappropriate fic so please lmk what u think LOL

Relationships: Echo x Fem Jedi!Reader (established relationship)

Summary: When you and Echo have the night together, he's content to keep you on his face the entire evening. But you aren't about to let your poor lover go unattended...

Warnings: general smut, faceriding, praise kink ("good boy"), hand?job?

Word Count: 1.3k

“Echo…!”

A swift movement of Echo’s tongue ripped a moan from your lips. With the war raging on, it was not often enough that you found yourself here, enjoying the company of your beloved ARC trooper in the privacy of a Coruscant hotel room. But the two of you always made the most of the rare occasions when your shore leave coincided with his…

…and more often than not, that led to you in this position: sitting on the face of the most adorable man in the GAR.

Between gasps and whimpers, you glanced down at the sweet face buried between your thighs. You managed a soft smile in the midst of your pleasure. Since his return from Skako Minor, Echo has struggled so greatly to be comfortable, too wary of himself to ever relax. But somehow, whenever he was beneath you like this, it seemed his every stress and worry would melt away.

Frankly, you wondered if he enjoyed it even more than you did—and that was saying something.

Gently, you trailed your fingers across Echo’s scalp. When he moaned in response, you shivered at the vibrations that traveled through your core. He suckled and lapped at your sensitive clit, and from the sound alone, you could tell you were sopping wet.

But as incredible as he felt, you still longed for something more. Braving a glance over your shoulder, you could see just how hard he was—his length dripping with excitement, twitching at every moan you uttered. You licked your lips, knowing exactly what would sate your appetite.

“Mm, Echo…” you hummed. Your hands ran gently along his head, the soft touches you knew he loved. “Will you please fuck me, sweetheart? I want you inside of me…”

Echo groaned against you. His already tight grip on your hips tugged you even closer to him. He kept teasing you with his tongue, his eyes closed in utter bliss. When at last he broke away for a breath, he didn’t bother opening them.

“Five more minutes,” he grunted, before his mouth was on your sex once more.

You rolled your eyes. You would expect that answer from a lazy cadet attempting to sleep in during training, not the man who would sooner suffocate than miss a taste of you. But how could you be upset with him? Tenacious and stubborn, he was an ARC through and through—and that dedication showed tenfold when it came to pleasing you. And while you were pleased—by the stars, were you pleased—you only wished to take such good care of him, in turn.

But, with Echo’s iron grip on your hips and his insatiable appetite for you, it seemed you wouldn’t be going anywhere anytime soon. However, before you could resign yourself to another hour of riding his face (it was never, ever just “five minutes”), an idea came to you.

Echo wasn’t the only one with specialized training… and you had something in mind.

Willing yourself through the pleasure that Echo’s dexterous tongue overwhelmed you with, you managed to look over your shoulder once more. Shining beads of precum dribbled down Echo’s poor, neglected cock. Though you wanted with all of your heart to lick him clean, your mouth couldn’t reach him from this position. But that didn’t mean you were helpless.

Gently closing your eyes, you raised a hand—reaching out to the Force and flexing your palm slightly…

…and in moments, you had him in your grasp.

Almost instantly, Echo gasped, nearly choking as his drenched mouth broke away from your pussy.

“Ah… w-what… what are you…” he uttered, trying to form the words between his moans. But you quickly shushed him, settling your hips back onto his face once again and beckoning for his mouth to take you with a grind of your hips.

“Shh, it’s all right, handsome. I’ve got you…” you cooed. Your free hand continued caressing his head, while the other began to gently pump him with the Force. A smirk found your lips. “You promised me five more minutes, didn’t you? I know you’ll be a good boy and keep that promise…”

You can’t say what had Echo’s face more red—the way you were getting him off, or the sultry sweet praise you showered him with. Either way, he fell into this new pleasure quickly enough, lapping at you with renewed hunger while his hips desperately thrusted into the air.

With all the diligence of a perfect soldier, Echo kept true to his word, his tongue driving you into a stupor over and over again. All the while, you worked his length with the Force, pumping his length ever so gently—enough to drive him to his breaking point, but never past it. Each time you coaxed his cock with the perfect touch, feeling in the Force that he neared his end, you would release your hold on him—and he would be quite vocal about his distress from his safehaven between your thighs.

But as the night grew darker—as the sheen of sweat coated your trembling forms—you knew you couldn’t last much longer. Your dripping wetness painted the insides of your thighs and smothered your lover’s face, and all the same, Echo’s cock throbbed and ached. Both of you were desperate to cum, and try as you might to hold out, you couldn’t help but want to spoil that adorable man beneath you.

“Echo…!” you breathed. Gently, you tightened your thighs around his face and pressed your pussy against his mouth in the way you knew made him dizzy with delight. “Ah... please, make me come...! Good boy...”

As you rode him, you pumped him faster, feeling in the Force the way his cock twitched and swelled with excitement. With one last swirl of Echo’s tongue around your clit, the anticipation tightening within you finally unraveled. Your body seized as pulses of pleasure tore through you, and you came hard on Echo’s face.

From beneath you, Echo groaned loudly. His hips bucked desperately into the air one last time before he came, spraying hot strings of cum onto his chest and your back. Once he finished, you lowered your hand, releasing him from your Force grip. Trembling with exhaustion, he practically collapsed beneath you.

As you dismounted Echo’s face, he gasped for air, chest heaving even as you settled down beside him in the bed. His wide, golden eyes stared hard at the ceiling, as if he couldn’t believe he had survived such a taxing endeavor.

But before you could check in on him, he pulled your body close to his, meeting you in a fierce and desperate kiss. His tongue delved between your lips, and you could taste yourself on him.

When he finally broke away, he had to catch his breath again—but with his forehead on yours, he donned the biggest, warmest grin you think you’ve ever seen from your usually grumpy ARC trooper.

“I… I-I thought I was going to die,” he rasped. “Oh, kriff… we need to do that again.”

You laughed, pressing a sweet kiss to his nose as you draped your arms around his neck.

“Well, I’m glad to hear you had such a good time,” you sighed. But after a moment, a mischievous smirk appeared on your lips. “Although…”

Echo’s eyes pleaded with yours. “What?”

With a gentle flex of your fingers, the Force just barely brushed against Echo’s overstimulated cock—forcing a hiss from between his teeth as his body jerked in surprise.

“I still expect you to fuck me, sweetheart,” you whispered into his ear, kissing softly on his neck soon after.

With a wide, hazy smile, Echo could only chuckle.

“You know I will, beautiful,” he promised. Sighing deeply, he laid on his back once more. “Just… give me five more minutes.”

Rolling your eyes, you found a small smile, making yourself comfortable against the chest of the man you adored more than anything.

AN: Thank you for reading!! please let me know if I missed anything in tags/warnings especially for a nsfw fic but most of all I hope u enjoyed!!~~✨✨

#tbb x reader #the bad batch x reader #reader insert #reader #echo x reader #the bad batch echo x reader #Echo/Reader #W6Fic #redo bc I accidentally biffed the formatting in the first upload lol soz QQ

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nahoney22 · 10 months

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Congrats on 3000 followers! That is TRULY amazing, and you deserve every single one, your work is amazing ❤️ IM A FAN GIRL LOL

Can I please request a “if you keep looking at me like that, i’m not responsible for what happens next.” with Jesse? That bald tattooed head fkn flusters me to high heaven. NSFW, as smutty as you feel, fem reader pls. THANK YOU ILYSM 💕💕💕💕💕💕

3000 Prompt List Celebration

Jesse X F!Reader

word count: 1.5k

NSFW

prompt:

“If you keep looking at me like that, I’m not responsible for what happens next.”

warnings: NSFW, 18+ only! Established relationship with a female reader. Consensual smut, p in v sex, cunnilingus, praises, dirty talk, swearing, light dom!Jesse with a slightly sub reader. Reader wearing stockings and lingerie. Couch sex. Not proofread.

authors note: sorry for the wait lovely. Hope this is fine. Love you @starqueensthings 💜

As you lay on the plush couch in your apartment, your fingers lightly brushing against the silky fabric of your stockings, you fixate your gaze on the door before you. The anticipation swells within you; he's finally back, and you have a delightful surprise in store for him.

In the lead-up to this moment, your playful and flirtatious messages have been exchanged back and forth, igniting a fiery excitement that burns between the two of you for the last week.

Knowing he'll be home any minute, you slip into something more enticing and comfortable, a mesmerising lingerie set that Jesse had once admired while window shopping with you several months ago. His words of admiration echoed in your mind, inspiring you to go all out for his return.

As you listen intently, the sound of approaching footsteps quickens your heartbeat. The familiar beep signals his arrival, and the door opens with a soft hiss, revealing your significant other standing there, taking in the sight before him. His eyes widened with desire and passion, the room suddenly charged a certain type of energy.

"Well, well, don't I feel like the luckiest man alive?" he exclaims, his voice tinged with desire and appreciation.

A mischievous smirk graces your lips as you playfully tilt your head, feigning innocence. “What makes you say that, Trooper?”

He corrects you with a hint of arrogance, but you find it utterly captivating. “That’s Arc Trooper to you.” He says proudly, chest slightly puffing out.

“My apologies, Arc Trooper.” Your voice is laced with a sultry tone and you grin internally as he gulps upon your words.

Folding his arms over his chest, he comes closer until he stands just a few feet away, his intense gaze roaming from the top of your head to your toes. He struggles to stifle a low moan that threatens to escape his throat, the sight before him rendering him nearly powerless. "If you keep looking at me like that, I’m not responsible for what happens next."

Meeting his hungry eyes with your own, filled with desire and a touch of mischievousness, you reply, “Now, why would that ever be a bad thing?” Unwilling to back down from the teasing exchange, you decide to take matters into your own hands—or, more accurately, onto your knees. Slowly, you shift position, facing him with an alluring intensity, your eyes conveying a magnetic message of desire. The tension in the room heightens as you give him a tantalising show, your every movement calculated to captivate him.

As he steps closer, his tall figure now looms over you. He looks into your eyes with a heavy-lidded gaze. With a gloved hand, he gently strokes your cheek, his thumb moving to trace over your lower lip, hinting at his playful mood. "You've been quite a naughty girl," he says teasingly.

You bat your eyelashes, playfully responding to his comment. Unable to resist, you lean in slightly, your lips softly meeting his thumb, giving it a tender, affectionate kiss before encasing it between your lips and very gently suck. He lets out a deep, contented sigh, his emotions evident in the sound.

"I've missed you so much," you confess once you pull back, your voice filled with genuine affection and longing.

"Not as much as I missed you," he admits with a hint of longing. Leaning down, he captures your lips in a passionate and intense kiss. His touch is firm but tender. Deep and fiery. He doesn’t even shy away when it comes to slipping his tongue into your mouth, parting your lips which elicits a grateful moan from you.

Your hands rest on his strong stomach as you both revel in the moment. "You’re so,” he now murmurs against your jaw, placing affectionate kisses along its curve, “perfect.”

The sensation sends shivers down your spine, causing you to lean back against the couch, caught up in the thrill of his affectionate advances.

His lips lower and lower until he finds that sweet spot against your neck, licking and gently nipping at your skin that makes you giggle his name, your panties getting increasingly wetter with every touch. “Needy, aren’t you?”

“Yes, Jesse.” You rasp, eyes closing as he cups one of your breasts above the silky fabric, feeling your stiffening nipples.

Soon, he lowered himself so low as he trailed his wanting lips all over your body that he was on the floor and conveniently between your legs. His smirk is dangerous as he eyes you up like a meal, fingers caressing your thighs. “Can’t believe you’re all dressed up like this for me. You look amazing, baby.” He admires almost dreamily that it sends a heat straight to your core.

“Just for you,” you whisper, watching in anticipation as his right hand moves more inwards of your legs, teasing you relentlessly before he uses a single finger to stroke against the now soaked fabric to your panties that makes you jolt in surprise.

“Easy there,” he chuckles at your reaction, brushing over the thin fabric that separates his fingers from your pussy, “I’ll take care of you.”

You chew on your lower lip, your soft sighs of pleasure turning into deep moans as he hooks and pulls your panties to the side already parting your soft folds with his tongue.

Your pelvis involuntarily thrusts into his face, melting as he groans at just the taste of you. His tongue lapped at your cunt like a man starved, full of passion. “You taste so damn good.” You look down at him through watering eyes, seeing his eyes watching you intently as he sucks on your clit making you whine in pleasure.

He grabs your hips, fingers biting into your flesh and brings you closer to him, tongue digging deeper into your sopping core that makes you writhe, panting as he edges you to your climax. “Oh f-fuck, Jesse!”

He tsks against you, vibrations following. “Now that’s some naughty language, babe.” His hands now move to your thighs, keeping them spread as you couldn’t help but close them over his head whenever he hits that perfect spot.

“As much as I want to taste your cum,” he mutters as he pulls away from your clit with a pop that made you mewl and had your head rolling back, “I need to be inside you.”

You watch him start to strip for you, your eyes blown in desire as you take every inch of his gorgeous skin in. Your eyes land on his cock which stands deliciously erect as he shifts you into position on the couch, kneeling himself between your legs. “It’s been a while so I might be rusty,” he chuckles a little nervously but nothing that a quick kiss couldn’t solve.

“I’m sure you’ve still got some fire in you,” you grin against his lips before laying back down, allowing Jesse to press his swollen tip to your entrance.

He lets out a shuddering breath as sinks into you, grunting at your tightness. “That’s right baby, s-so good.” He pulls out before slowly pushing into you again, stretching you up slowly so he didn’t hurt you.

Your head falls against the couch cushion, whimpering in pleasure as he then fully sinks into you, his hand cupping your cheek adoringly as he drags his cock in and out of your flushed pussy.

“You missed my cock filling you up, huh?” He grunts raggedly, watching you writhe in pleasure beneath him as he thrusts in and out of you at a steady rhythm.

“Yes, so much!” You rasp, breathless as you elevate your hips a little, eyes rolling into the back of your head as he buries himself into you and hitting that soft spot within you better.

He sighs, biting his lower lip as his eyes admire your body that was dressed in a lingerie he always wanted to envision you in. “So fucking hot,” he almsot whimpers as he watches the way his cock slides in and out of you all the while you’re watching him in complete awe.

“Yes you are.” You pant which only urges him on, his pace getting faster and harder that has your nails gripping into your couch as he rocks into you, the couch creaking against the floorboards as he pummels into you.

“Not gonna last much longer baby,” he grunts, hand coming down to play and strum with your clit, your pussy clenches against his cock as you too near your high once again.

After a few more pumps and loud moaning that you were certain the neighbors could hear, he pulls out and paints your scanderlu clad body with strings of white, beads of sweat pouring down his forehead and temple. Your orgasm came at the same time, chanting his name until your body went limp as stars blinded your vision.

After a few moments, you sit up and glance at the mess he made on your lingerie and chastise him playfully, “you ruined your present.”

He chuckles, admiring you lovingly and plants a kiss to your lips. “Yes, yes I did.”

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vodika-vibes · 3 months

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Heyoo!

I have a request, it’s a bit of a long gif so if ya don’t get to it or don’t wanna do it, it’s fine lol.

Anyways, my idea / request / prompt / Echo x Fem!Reader goes like this, kinda, feel free to take liberties

Echo, now I feel like he would be a nervous kinda guy when it comes to having a crush. Like, he just doesn’t know what to say and overthinks absolutely everything, and can’t rly take a hint. Before he got blown up, there was a girl, who he has a liiiitle crush on n such, (idk you can make her a mechanic, doctor, bartender, whatever idm)

And they were rly good “friends” n such r something, aaaand some time after he joins TBB he visits the old place where he used to reside with the other guys in the domino squad (I forget where *sob*) And she’s is surprisingly still there. Heartfelt angsty ?kinda? Maybe reunion yadayadaydada and a bit after that and after catching up, probably a day or two later they pick up hints that they like each other and eventually confess n StUfF, aaand ya, then he has to go back with TBB and they be sad, he invites her to join but she is hesitant, and bc the other squad members don’t even know her she ends up saying no- aaaaand ya-

( 💀 omg i don’t even know anymore )

Idk it’s a very weird prompt, I’m making this up as I go, so feel free to pick and choose, take or add, whatever u wanna do

Again if u don’t wanna do it that is perfectly fine, just a thought. Love your work! <33

I Dream Of Forever

Summary: Summary: You’ve been a bartender on Rishi since you were old enough to take orders correctly. Echo was a Clone Trooper turned ARC Trooper stationed on Rishi who was a little more than friends with you. You legitimately believe he’s dead. But when a group of clones land on Rishi, you come face to face with the man you hoped would be your forever.

Pairing: TBB Echo x F!Reader

Word Count: 2201

Warnings: Some suggestive moments, but nothing detailed

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni

A/N: I thing I got the general vibe you want, but if I didn't please let me know and I'll do something else.

You’ve been a bartender at the same bar on Rishi since you were ten years old. Your parents had debts to the bar owner, and they sold you to make up for it. Well, you and your siblings.

You’re the lucky one.

Your…owner? Guardian? Whatever he is, he treats you like a beloved granddaughter. He buys you clothes and food and allows you to go to school…and until you reached the age of majority at 18, you only had to work four hours a night four days a week.

He even paid for you to go to college, and he pays you well enough that you have your own home here on Rishi.

You’re lucky.

Your older brother, you know, ended up becoming a gladiator in the Outer Rim, and last you heard he’s an enforcer for the Hutt Cartel. Your older sister, however, became a drug runner for a Spice Cartel and last you heard she’s moving from rehab center to rehab center.

You’re lucky.

Maybe if you repeat it often enough, you’ll believe it.

All things considered, Rishi isn’t the worst place to spend your life. The area you live in is warm and bright and right on the water. Not to mention you’ve got several friends here that you would miss if you left…or if the Empire decides to actually deal with the pirate problem.

You’re not worried though.

The Republic’s war with the Separatists barely touched Rishi afterall, aside from having a single watch station that has been abandoned for years now.

And you don’t expect that the Empire will push too much.

Your gaze drifts from the food stall that you’re visiting, lingering on the small, almost overgrown, old Republic comm station. Once upon there had been five men stationed there. Hevy, Droidbait, Cutup, Fives, and Echo.

While you had some concerns as to how the pirates of Rishi would react to obvious soldiers spending time in their bars…people were surprisingly okay with them. More than one of them getting an offer to join different crews.

A small smile lifts your lips at the memory of your boys laughingly turning down offers of pirate crew memberships.

The Dominos had been Rishi’s, more so than the Republics, and people raged when they heard that they died.

First when Droidbait and Cutup died, and then later when they heard that Hevy was killed on Kamino. And then even later when Echo was blown up, and then Fives was killed-

Fives’ death was kind of the final straw for Rishi.

Even now, the Pirates of Rishi are more than happy to raid imperial vessels, in honor of their Dominos.

You step around a group of Mercs, all of whom have dominoes tattooed on their hands, and start to meander your way back to your home. You miss them. All of them.

But, if you’re going to be honest, you probably miss Echo the most.

He was a lot like his brothers, loud and boisterous, and always ready with a joke or a quip, or to finish a joke that his twin set up. He was always the first to greet you with a grin, and the last to say goodbye at the end of the night.

But, unlike his brothers, he flirted with you a little shyly, as though he wasn’t sure what he was doing.

It was charming and sweet, and you found yourself smitten with him.

He didn’t, quite, get over his shyness with you even after the first time you invited him into your home with tempting kisses. He was still a little shy even after the tenth time you invited him into your home, and your bed, with teasing touches and adoring kisses.

You wanted forever with him, and you thought, hoped, that he wanted the same.

And then he left, and you never heard from him again.

You suppose, in a way, it makes sense. Why would a soldier want to slum it with a bartender who’s technically a slave.

Doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt.

After all, you still dream of forever with Echo. Only now, your dreams are definitely castles in the air.

After all, dead men don’t get happily ever afters.

“We need to land somewhere,” Tech says to his brothers, a frown on his face, “The damage to the ship is…far too severe for me to repair without landing.”

“Where can we land, though?” Wrecker asks, “It’s not like there are a large number of places that will accept us.”

Echo eyes the star map speculatively, “I…may have an idea.” He offers, as his gaze lands on a specific planet. A bright smile dances across your memory, and a loving laugh echoes in his ears.

He’s a kriffing fool.

Hopefully she won’t turn him away.

“Well?” Hunter prompts when Echo doesn’t continue right away.

“I think we should go to Rishi.” Echo says slowly.

“Rishi!” Tech sputters.

“That’s a pirate planet, Echo.” Hunter says, “They won’t react well-”

“Do you have a better idea?” Echo asks.

The room falls silent for a moment, and then Tech sighs, “It is up to you, Hunter. Rishi is the closest planet we can land on.”

Hunter pushes his hand through his hair, “Fine. Do it.”

An hour later, the Marauder lands on an open pad, and no one comes to the ship to speak to them. “Is this…normal?” Tech asks.

“Yeah, pretty much.” Echo replies with a shrug, “We should probably not wear our armor here,” He adds. He’s already changed into civilian attire, and he’s somewhat anxiously rubbing his arm just over where his scomp is attached.

“Why?”

“Because our armor screams ‘clones’ and I’m not sure how the pirates will react to seeing clones now.” Echo replies dryly, “I’ve heard rumors of Rishi based Pirates raiding Republic and Imperial transports lately.”

Hunter agrees that it’s a reasonable precaution, and they all hurriedly change into civilian attire, before they get off the ship, with Omega clinging to Wrecker’s hand. And then, almost as one, they turn to Echo.

Echo sighs and rubs the back of his head, and then he turns and heads deeper into the city.

Some things have changed, new people, new stalls, but most everything else is the same. He pauses in front of a specific bar, and peers in, his dark eyes scanning the faces of the bartenders for a moment, before he motions for his brothers to follow him some more.

“Are you lookin’ for someone?” Wrecker asks.

“Yeah. Someone who, hopefully, won’t be too angry at me and will be willing to help.” Echo says.

“A friend?” Omega asks.

“Yeah, something like that.”

Echo leads them away from the shops and docks, and over to a row of apartments. He scans the buildings for a moment, before he turns and heads to one of the smaller buildings, and he stops in front of a plain door, with flower boxes in the windows.

His lips curl up in a small smile, Fives made those flower boxes early one morning when he was hyped up on Caf. They were crooked and lopsided, but it looks like she kept them. Though it looks like she painted them. “Wait here.” Echo says to his siblings, before he walks over to the door, and he knocks twice.

“Just a moment!” Her voice comes from the other side of the door, and Echo doesn’t fight his smile.

She sounds exactly the same.

Stars, please don’t let her be too mad.

The door slides open, “Yes? Can I help yo-” She stops mid-sentence when she sees who’s standing there, “...Echo?”

“You grew your hair out,” Echo replies, a small smile lifting his lips, “It looks good. You look amazing. I’m sure you have a question or twenty, cyar’ika-”

Echo’s not able to finish his sentence as she flings her arms around him and crashes her lips against his. His arms fold tightly around her and he immediately kisses her back, and it’s almost as if no time has passed at all.

If he focuses, he can almost hear Fives wolf-whistling and hear Cutup making lewd comments.

And then reality snaps back into place when he hears Tech’s dry voice, “Ah. That kind of friend.”

Echo carefully pulls back, and reaches up to gently cup her cheek, using his thumb to brush a tear away, “I’m sorry for not comming you, cyar’ika.”

She shakes her head, “We were told that you died.” She whispers, “Fives said…” She trailed off, “And then Fives died, and, kriff, the death of the last Domino started a war between the pirates of Rishi and the Republic/Empire, why would you bring them here?”

“Our ship is damaged-” Echo started.

“Get in. In. All of you!” She drags Echo into her home, and she doesn’t shut the door until Hunter is in the apartment as well. “Honestly Echo,” She rounds on him, “If you commed I would have told you to go literally anywhere else.”

“I wasn’t sure you’d answer.” Echo replies.

There are pictures of her with Echo, and with the rest of the dominoes on the walls. There are also pictures of her with a large, scarred man. And of her with a too slender woman.

“What do you need? I can probably get most of the materials sent to your ship.” She says.

“I have a list.” Tech offers as he hands her his datapad.

She copies it and sends the list to several of her friends, “Alright, you should have most, if not all, of what you need by the morning.”

“Are we in danger here?”

“On Rishi specifically? No. Not so long as you don’t draw attention to yourself.” She replies, “I’d offer to let you spend the night, but I don’t have much room.”

“We can stay on the ship,” Tech replies.

“Echo, are you going to stay here?” Omega asks.

Echo doesn’t take his gaze off of his cyar’ika, “If I’m allowed?”

“I’ve never turned you away before.” She counters.

Echo smiles at her, “Do you remember the way back to the docks?”

“I remember.” Tech says, “Come on.”

The door opens, and then closes again, leaving Echo alone with his cyar’ika.

She smiles at him, soft and warm and slow, “You used to be shyer about public displays of affection.”

“I used to have legs and two hands too,” Echo replies, it's a weak joke, but a joke all the same. “I’m so sorry I never commed you.” He says after a moment, “I thought…it felt cruel, reaching out to you when I couldn’t actually touch you.”

“It’s okay.”

“It’s not.”

“Echo. I forgive you.” She walks over to him and she kisses him as if no time has passed at all, all loving and soft and sweet.

She’s always been unfairly tempting. Her lips and her touch encourage him to stay and enjoy what she’s offering. And Echo has always been helpless to deny her.

He’s not surprised when he falls into her bed, her lips needy against his.

Later, much later, they’re lounging in her bed, and Echo is trailing his lips across her bare shoulder.

“Cyar’ika,” He murmurs against her shoulder, “Come with me.”

“Come with you where?” She asks, her voice light and dreamy.

“On the Marauder. Away from Rishi. I’ll protect you-”

She turns and looks at him, her smile so sad, “You know I can’t.”

“You deserve so much better than being a slave for your parents' debts,” Echo whispers.

She rolls so that she’s facing him properly, “Echo, your brothers don’t know me. And if I had to guess, your ship is pretty small. Me going with you isn’t fair to them.”

“You deserve more.” Echo repeats.

“I don’t like life is about what we deserve,” She replies, as she reaches up to cup his face, “So, in the morning, you’re going to return to your ship, to your brothers…and you’re going to leave Rishi. And you’re going to go back to not comming me, and it’s just how it’s going to be.”

“No.”

“Echo.” She sighs his name, and he shifts so he’s looking right in her eyes.

“No.” He repeats, “I’ve given up so much. My body, my batchmates, my twin. I’m not giving you up. Let me be greedy. Just about this one thing.”

She sighs again, but she looks touched. “How about…a deal?”

“What kind of deal?”

“My contract with my…owner is coming to an end. At the end of the year, I’ll have made enough to pay off my parents' tab with him.” She says softly, “On that day, I will comm you and come to where you are. No matter where you might be.”

“Do you promise?”

She laughs softly, “Echo, I’ve been dreaming of forever with you since the first day we met. Now that I have the chance to have it, it would take an act of god to stop me.”

Echo crashes his lips against hers, “I want forever too,” He breathes against her lips, “So we have a deal.”

She smiles at him, “I love you, Echo.”

He blinks at her, momentarily surprised, and then he laughs and kisses her deeply, “I love you too.”

#star wars #tbb #tbb echo x reader #echo x reader #f!reader fic #star wars fanfiction #x reader fanfiction #answered asks

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coffeeandbatboys · 3 months

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CLONESHIPPERS DNI

All fics involving clones here and on Ao3 are cl*onecest free. If you tag any as such, I will block you.

Fic Recs: Echo Fives

Long Fics:

THIS PROMISE OF HOPE SEMI FIX-IT AU (The Clone Wars/The Bad Batch on Ao3)

Headcanon alley

Fox

Hold me close Mesh'la—Fox x Reader

Take Care-Fox x Reader

Unnamed Fox x Fem!Reader Drabble

The 501st

Riye—Domino Twins Reunion Fix-It

AO3

Always Good to have a Medic on Hand (Jesse & Kix)

The Circle (Fives & Echo)

Dumbass—Fives x Reader

The softest mornings—Fives x Reader

My Mesh'la —Fives x Reader

Flowers—Fives x Reader

About Porgs—Fives x Reader

Right Here Waiting—Fives x Reader

Can't Take My Eyes Off You—Fives x Fem!Reader

Where Your Road Leads—Fives x Fem!Reader

Find me and don’t let go—Rex x Fem!Reader Part 2

Cuddles—Rex x Reader

Can’t Take My Eyes Off You—Rex x Fem!reader

Love Will Keep Us Alive—Rex x Fem!Reader

Gray—Kix x Mechanic!reader

The Magic Touch—Kix x reader

Insatiable—Jesse x Fem!reader

Uptown Girl—Jesse x Fem!Reader

Lovefool—Jesse x Fem!Reader

Wolffe

Battle Scars—Wolffe x Reader

His Pack—Wolffe x Fem!Reader

Right Here Waiting—Wolffe x Fiancée!Reader

Kiss an Angel Good Morning—Wolffe x Reader

TBB Characters

Flimsi Love Notes (Tbb!Echo x Reader)

Fall (Tcw&Tbb!Echo x Reader)

Whiskey—Tcw!Echo x Reader

Girls Day—Howzer x Fem!Reader

I love a rainy night—Howzer x Reader

At Last—Howzer x Wife!Reader

Fate—Mayday x Reader

My Home—Mayday x Fem!Reader

dividers by the wonderfully talented @saradika

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zoeykallus · 1 year

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Echo – There For You 26 – Distraction

Echo x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Strongly Suggestive/Sexual Content/Fluff/Smut/ 18+

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What Happened Before:

There For You 1 - I’ll Stay With you

2. Just You And Me

3. Under Cherry Blossoms

4. I Can’t Lose Her

5. The Scent Of Memories

6. A Little More Time

7. Heat In A Cold Night

8. Traditions

9. Revelations

10. Sweet And Painful

11. Tears In The Dark

12. Guilt

13. Everybody Needs Somebody

14. A Real Embrace

15. Veterans

16. Hidden Things

17. Delirium

18. Help Is On The Way

19. With A Bang

20. Permanent Damage

21. Until Some Day

22. No Things Left Unsaid

23. Ups And Downs

24 - Truth And Consequences

25 - Back Home

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26 -Distraction

"So you'd like to be distracted?" you asked in a suggestive tone, reaching down while sitting on his lap and loosening his codpiece, which fell to the wooden floor of your bedroom with a soft clatter. Echo looked up at you, his hand still on your lower back, you could see his pupils dilate and his eyes darken. He nodded in agreement with a soft "Yeah". As your hand moved down between the two of you again and found its way into his Blacks' pants, Echo automatically looked down, but your free hand moved under his chin and lifted his head again. "No, honey, you're looking at me," you said suggestively. The next moment, you got a hold of his already half-hard length. With a grin, you said teasingly, "Look at you, you're all excited already". A small smirk appeared on Echo's lips and as if in response, his cock twitched in your hand. "Of course. But how about you?" He carefully put his scomplink arm around you and his hand wandered to one of your thighs, sliding under your skirt. His fingers gently ghost over the thin fabric of your panties, and you instantly felt your juices gathering. Finally, his fingertips applied some pressure and he felt the fabric moisten. "That's exactly what I wanted to feel," he cooed. The next moment it all happened rather quickly, your lips finding each other in a hungry kiss, pieces of clothing falling to the floor, Echo pushing your skirt higher and pressing your abdomen against his. His hard length pressed against your wet folds, his hand kneading one of your buns and pushing you even closer to him. You were both hungry for each other, at the moment you didn't want to play long games, just feel each other directly and intensely. Your hands grabbed his shoulders, and you started rubbing your pussy against his cock with rolling motions, seeking the delicious friction on your clit against his hard shaft.

Echo moaned into the kiss, as did you. While one of your hands clung to his shoulder for balance, the other drove feverishly down between you, reaching for his cock and guiding its tip to your entrance. You lowered your lap onto his again, his hard length splitting your pussy as it advanced into you. With both hands back on his shoulders, you clawed at him as he penetrated you fully, your wet walls enclosing his hard length. "Fuck," Echo moaned softly, his lips still against yours, "This is what I was talking about, this is what I wanted to feel, your sweet pussy." He leaned back on the bed, looked up at you and said, "Are you a good girl and give me a decent ride?" In response, you bounced your hips up and down on his lap, over and over. Echo rolled his eyes back and closed them, biting his lower lip. His thighs were already trembling with aroused tension. When you reached behind you between his legs and gently but firmly grasped his balls, he let out a deep moan. His hand found its way to the heated triangle where your bodies merged and began to caress your pearl. A hoarse moan escaped you, a wave of tingling heat spread through you, finding its epicenter in your pussy, which then closed even tighter around his cock. The muscles in his thighs grew even harder, he moaned with a furrowed brow and pressed out, "Sweetie, this won't take long." "That's okay, I won't take long either," you said hurriedly, pushing against his nimble fingers massaging your pearl as you rode his hard length. Echo sat up, his fingers still on your clit, his scomplink arm wrapped around your body again. You hear him swear softly, feel his cock pulsing inside you and his warm seed spurting into you. His fingers continue to relentlessly massage your sensitive pearl until you cum a few seconds after him. Your toes curl, your hands cling to him, your pussy twitches around his softening cock. You're both breathing heavily, and before your orgasm has properly ebbed, there's a rumbling knock on the door. Echo's loud response, "NOT NOW!" makes you wince in startlement. He kisses your neck as a silent, gentle apology for his volume. Wrecker said somewhat meekly, "Hunter asked for you, he says it's urgent". You sighed, still trying to catch your breath. "He'll have to wait another five minutes," Echo finally said. "Okay, I'll tell him." Echo looked at you apologetically. "Duty calls, sweetie, looks like we won't be cuddling afterwards this time".

Echo had quickly cleaned up and dressed again and had gone downstairs as you climbed into the shower. Downstairs in the common room, sitting, Wrecker, Tech, and Hunter around the table with a metal box on top of it. "Is that a data core?" asked Echo, frowning. "Yeah, from an imperial cruiser. Rex brought it over when.... you were busy," Hunter said meaningfully. Echo scratched the back of his head and said, "That happens when you have a partner." Tech blinked, looked briefly from one to the other, and finally said, "Anyway, I can't connect, we need your scomplink" "I see, so that's where the wind is blowing from. Let me see." Echo looked at the data core critically and said, "Looks different from what we've seen so far" "Indeed," Tech confirmed, "It may be that the data has been re-encrypted and decryption will require our cooperation" Wrecker chuckled and joked as Echo was about to insert the scomplink into the designated opening, "Did you wash that thing first, who knows where that has just been" The grin fades from his face rather quickly as Echo pauses in his movement and looks at him sharply. "You make another stupid crack like that, and you'll feel that thing right where you sure don't want it," he growled. Wrecker scratched the back of his head and muttered, "Just kidding." Echo sighed and said, "Better not acquire too much of Crosshair's dirty humor." Echo made a connection, but quickly realized something was fishy here. "Something's wrong," he said seriously, "The data is-" He suddenly fell silent, then a twitch went through his body and he began to convulse. Wrecker, Hunter and Tech jumped up, startled. Echo's perception was muddled; colors, sounds, and noises seemed to be absolute, painful chaos. His limbs no longer obeyed him, not even his own thoughts. Tech reacted quickly and with presence of mind. He could not detach Echo from the data core, so he detached the scomplink from Echo. The next moment, everything was dark around him, but he had finally stopped convulsing.

You came hurriedly to the common room, you were sure to have heard tumultuous noises. You were only half dressed and not properly dried, but you didn't care. A feeling told you that something was wrong even before you entered the room. When you saw Echo lying on the floor with the guys bent over him, your suspicions were confirmed. Echo's scomplink was stuck in the metal box on the table, disconnected from his body lying on the floor. "What happened?" The boys looked at you startled, almost guiltily. "We don't know yet," replied Tech who was checking Echo's vitals, "He's breathing he's alive, but something definitely went wrong. I need to scan him right now. Wrecker, get Echo to our infirmary now." Hastily, you followed Tech and Wrecker with your heart pounding violently.

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