#echo x y/n

[echoedcrosshairs]

Anatomically Defective - Echo x Fem Reader

Summary: Pre-Order 66 the boys walk into 79’s to blow steam and you catch Echo’s eye 🩶Smut with a Fluff Plot♥️

Warning: NSFW, Crude Language, PiV, Toy, Echo’s history, drinking, self conscious Echo (esteem issues), 69, oral (f receiving)

word count: 4852

Part Two

"I'm going to talk to her if you don't make up your mind," Crosshair scoffed watching his brother stare longingly at the pretty girl at the counter.

"You're not her type," the bar tender laughed at Crosshair setting down another round of drinks, "I haven't seen her go home with just anyone and you come on very strong," he said walking away chucking more, "Refill, love?" the bartender said tapping your shoulder showing you a blue drink in perfect view of the squad behind him.

"Thanks, Arthur," you said deliciously eyeing the mysterious drink and the group of men staring at you, "Did that on purpose didn't ya?" you laughed lowly so they couldn't hear.

"The frosty one, Crosshair is kind of an ass but the ladies never shut up about him afterwards, but you might like the half droid, Echo. Nice Trooper, one track mind for duty though," he admitted walking back around the bar, "just thought I'd point them out."

"Their clones?" You asked dumbfounded trying and failing to keep yourself from looking at them one more time before wide mouth gawking at him.

"It surprised me too when I found out, but the it explains why they all got the same brown color."

Actually Echo's eyes are more golden then brown, "Tell me about Echo," you asked looking back at him again before downing the dangerously sweet drink.

"War hero of the citadel rescue and Anaxes, blown up trying to defend the ship, captured, revived then experimented on, rescued and then got right back into the fight... and helped finally defeat Trench. I honestly don't know much more then that, I never met him pre... blown up," he admitted, "I think you'll get along."

"Give him one of these on my behalf," you said swirling the empty glass, "Also, another one if you kindly have the time."

"Echo," Arthur said setting down the glass, "It's from Y/N, but I know you know that because you watched me make both of them."

"Are you serious?" Crosshair said watching Arthur setting the matching drink down in front of Echo, "You're barely human and don't even have a-"

"Percentage wise he is correct about the first part. To think of it, I don't think Echo has had relations since he went-" Tech paused "boom. Is pleasure even plausible given the lack of anatomical parts?"

"I don't want to know," Arthur said excusing himself and walking around the bar, quickly pouring himself a shot and downing it, "Don't eveeen want to know."

"What?" You asked taking a sip of the drink, eyeing him cautiously.

"Nothing... nothing at all."

You roll your eyes at him. He leaves you to go poor drinks for a couple other regulars clients at the other end of the counter. It was so far a peaceful night, to early for the rowdy troopers to show up and but late enough for the regular fun ones to show up. You finished the drink, eyed Echo who was still staring at the drink. Well I don't think he's that interested, he hasn't even had a sip of it. You set the drink on the counter along with a few credits and made your way over to the slowly filling dance floor.

"Block!" You said running into the robot DJ getting groovy on the dance floor, grabbing him one of the girls could, "Mind if I cut in?"

"Hello, Y/N. Are you enjoying tonight's musical selection? I thought the alternating between slow and fast would create an interesting rhythm."

The song switched into a slow one, he reached out coldly and grabbed your hand, "I actually really like it, it's creating a dynamic atmosphere. It is most excellent," you said enjoying the dance, "Although it looks like some people don't understand it."

"As protocol dictates I must ask that I return to my post and adjust according, did you enjoy the dance?" Block asked.

"I did, thank you," you said letting go.

You laughed watching him walk away noticing eyes on your back, you ignored them and sat yourself in the dark corner of the bar furthest from them. You watched the dance floor in anticipation watching everyone enjoy the build up and the fall of music. The erotic dancing then fade into adorning swaying, watching the confused troopers was kind of fun. Arthur put another blue drink in-front of you saying it's on the house and apologized for being turned down. You told him it's okay, the night was young.

Echo watched her slide her empty drink towards the lip of the table and brought his gaze back to the glass. His brother's had a point, what could a girl like that want with a mess like him. Tech's words were cutting into him like a vibro blade, It's true I haven't been with a woman since, it's not that I don't want too... I just don't know if I can and she'd have to be very special to understand. He brought his eyes up noticing you were gone.

"She's with the DJ droid on the dance floor talking about the music selection," Hunter said finding you immediately, "Why didn't you go over there?"

"He's not a man that's why," Crosshair scoffed taking a drink, "Maybe I'll give it a shot," he said putting the glass down trying to stand up before Wrecker pulled him back down.

"Don't even think about it," Wrecker said with a yank.

Hunter was still staring at a silent Echo waiting. They looked to each other often for decisions but he didn't seem to trust him to go after it, "The girl showed interest in you and is over there dancing with a droid. I don't think the rest of us are her type," he said trying to encourage him, nonchalantly pointing at where you and Block were noticeable, "I would if I was you."

Echo watched Block nod at you before retaking his station. He looked at Hunter who gave him a nod. He got up which got him an off handed comment from Crosshair, You can keep her entertained and I can dick her down, which got him a loud thud of a punch from Wrecker. Echo scowled leaving the table, 'Was that a completely necessary comment?' he heard Tech say. Echo searched the booths for your face but the bright blue liquid at the end bar caught his attention.

"On the house. Don't know if he's just self conscious or more of droid then he appears to be, next time I won't try to help."

He watched you pick up the glass and swirling it watching the blue sparkle dance, "The night's young, won't let being turned down effect my night."

Echo watched you take a drink, looking around but didn't seem to notice him before looking down back at the glass. It is effecting you. What am I doing? Echo shook his head, took a breath trying to talk himself into walking up over when he left a shove behind him. 'Go' Crosshair hissed at him before stalking off. Oh, he was just trying to make me. Asshole.

"Sorry about that," Echo said shocking you causing you to shake a little and your drink slipped on you, "Fark I am so sorry," he said reaching and grabbing you some napkins. This is what I was afraid of, idiot, idiot, idiot.

"It's just a dress," you laughed blotting up the tiny spill, "I didn't even see you walk up," you said putting the wet napkins on the counter, "changed your mind?" you asked giving him a side glance looking at the sunken expression on his face before wiping up the counter.

"I just haven't had anyone take an interest in me since," Echo said raising his data port arm and sliding into the stool, "I am actually flattered."

"Really?" You said wide eyeing him, you looked at him closer. Sure he was paler, had a cyber connection relay system around his head but he still was insanely beautiful, everything else was just a bonus, "You're one of the cutest guys who's walked in here for a long time."

"She'd know, spends all of her free time here," Arthur laughed putting a glass infront of Echo.

"Dude... I live next door," you laughed.

"I just like giving you a bad time, keep this up though I might as well put you on the civvie payroll," he laughed walking away, "Don't make me regret this."

Your face flushed red, you put your hand over your check to try to cover it when you looked him equally as red but not bothering to try to hide it. You giggled a little bit removing your hand and putting both of them on the counter instead, "So what's with Frosty's glare?" You said noticing Crosshair looking in your direction.

"Crosshair? That's just his face."

"Not my type," you laughed winking at him making the glare worse.

"Got a thing for droids?" Echo asked nervously.

"What gave it away?" You laughed more thinking it was a joke, noticing the serious and the solemn look on his face observing you, "Oh, that wasn't a joke to you. I'm sorry. No, I don't like guys who think they can get anyone. Anyway he looks like a piece of work and not pleasant to be around."

"He's not," he laughed, it was warm like a planet that had two suns, "But he did shove me over here and in his own way told me to give it a shot. Sorry I saw you with Block and kind of assumed plus," Echo gave a small forced chuckle raising the arm again.

"Block? Maybe if his interface was better, at least I know he's reliable. Arthur wasn't kidding though, I spend a lot of time here so sometimes I give my input on the music when crowd watching especially when he changes it up and they don't seem to like it."

"Wait so you DO have a thing for droids?" He asked wide eyed with a smile this time.

"Guess I'll have to figure what out you are," you smiled into your drink sipping on it, "But that doesn't matter, it's who you are that matters. Nothing else matters, to me at least."

Echo's smile got bigger, maybe someone who actually sees me, "I liked that."

"Sooooo, how's it going," Wrecker asked tapping Hunter for his attention.

"I like her," Hunter said pulling his attention back to the squad, "She's definitely different."

"Excuse me, I'll be back momentarily. I- forgot something on the ship," Tech said drinking the drink and getting up.

"You? Forget something? Funny" Crosshair chuckled eyeing them at the end of bar.

"About you tell me about yourself," you smiled at him.

"Not to much to say that isn't easy information to find, I'm CT-1409, Echo. I was apart of Domino squad-" he started before you cut him off.

"That's not what I meant, how did you get the name Echo? What do you like to do in your free time? Favourite battle droid to fight, normal stuff."

"Normal stuff? Back when I was a shiny, I use to repeat every order given so I became Echo, hated it for the longest time but now I think it is the most perfect name my brothers could have given me."

"Oh," you asked turning your seat towards him.

"I'm the only echo left of Domino squad, last one still standing all of my brothers... gone. Echo of a man... I don't know, it just fits. For fun I use to enjoy reading regulation manuals, that's kind of boring to most people."

"It's... a beautifully poetic name," you said stunned, "as for the manuals, it just proves you've always been smart. People forgot knowledge comes from text just as it does from experience."

"What about you?" He asked.

You told Echo about yourself, his eyes seemed to continuously get more and more golden. He hung on every word you said time to time asking questions. Unlike other guys he seemed genuine and wasn't obviously undressing you with his eyes. Although I wouldn't mind if he did.

"Do you want to dance?" You asked, the liquid courage taking effect.

Echo stared down at his socket arm, "I'm not sure if-" he said awkwardly.

You grabbed his hand and elbow and dragged him to the dance floor, placing his arm around you and kept his fingers intertwined with yours, "Come on, scared?" you teased.

"Of making a fool out of myself."

You rested your head on his shoulder, "I'm not going to judge you, if anyone says anything they'll will regret it," you could hear his heart rate speed up and it speed up even further when he rested his jaw and cheek on you, "I take it confidence isn't your strong suit?" you whispered.

"Compared to my brothers I am... anatomically defective, more machine then man."

"I think you're more of a man then most of men in here."

Your hand moved tighter around his back and his breath hitched for a second before regulating. What was that about? You remember the padded circle your fingers moved over, Oh, his ports. His hand held yours a little tighter. The sensation was like a small jolt of electricity trying down him, "I don't know what that was," he whispered embarrassed.

You moved your hand again and it happened again, "I think it's cute," you giggled feeling his hand tighten again, "What does it feel like?"

"It feels like electricity... it's... good," he said hoping you wouldn't look up at the red across his face, at least now I know it's still plausible.

"Updateeee?" Wrecker asked watching them another with an ear to ear grin, "He look's happy."

"He does" Crosshair admitted.

Tech walked with a large punch with a project he'd been working on for some time, he looked at where his brothers were staring and found them on the dance floor. He gave a small smile when he caught Echo's eye and quietly walked forward and clipped it to his belt, "you might need it later," he whispered before returning to his squad.

"What was that about?" You asked looking at the large pouch.

"For once I have no idea what he's been tinkering on, but I know this isn't the place to open it."

"Want to go for a walk and see or... we can go back to my place," you suggested bashfully.

"Whatever you're comfortable with," he offered picking up his head.

You squeezed his hand, pulling back and smiling at him dragged him to the door, "I'd like the second open."

"What was that?" Hunter asked.

"Given Echo's lack of anatomy, I supply crafted him that anatomy."

"So... you made him a dick?" Wrecker said confused.

"Precisely."

You wrapped both of your arms around Echo's taking about the legend known as Domino squad and who they were and his loathing of Commando Droids and the Techno Union. You guided him into the building of your apartment quietly as you let him ramble about his adventures with Clone Force 99 but he missed his 501st brothers but it was his duty to let them go. You steered both of you up to the higher floor where your residency was.

"It's not much but it's home," getting him to chuckle at all of the manuals on your book shelf, "there's always something to learn" you said dragging him to the couch and turning on the holo.

"I'm glad I'm not the only one who enjoys learning," he chuckled sitting. Echo's hand grabbed the pouch off his belt and stared at it, What was so important... It can't be... can it? Echo carefully opened the package so only his eyes could it, his jaw fell agape and he stared it for a moment before quickly closing it and putting it back on his belt.

"And?" You asked watching several emotions and questions play across his face.

"It's an uh... indecent attachment," Echo said staring at the roof for a moment contemplating why Tech made it, how long as he been waiting to give it to him and if this was the wrong time to find out.

"That's actually kind of sweet," Echo heard you say and was shocked bringing his attention back to you plopping yourself gently into his lap, "We don't have to use it if you don't want too or I'm more then happy just sitting here and talking for the rest of the night."

"Cute girl in my lap? I'm happy with either too," the shameless flirt came out before he even realized what he said, he smiled that part of his old self was still there, "Plus I don't know if it even works-"

You moved yourself and straddled him instead place you mouth by his neck see what he'd do. Echo tried to keep his breathing even, It's been forever since a woman's been this close. She obviously doesn't seem to mind, I need to stop minding. Echo opened up his neck in offering, letting his hand move your hips, "You really don't mind do you-" the pressure of your lips on his neck silenced him.

You kissed up his neck and pressed harder into the spots that made his breathing quicken while doing your best to make sure no marks were left, "Not in the slightest," you purred bringing your hands up to the ports on the top of his neck seeing if they had the same effect, "How about you kiss me and we'll see how tonight goes."

Echo smirked a little knowing he was a damn good kisser, he moved his hand to your mouth and pulled you towards him. He took your bottom lip between his putting pressure on them and pulling you closer with his lips. Your hands started tracing around the ports, his breathing got more shallow, "You really seem to like that" you breathed between kisses.

"It's pleasurable," he admitted.

"I thought so," you purred leaning back into him, "take this off," you said running your hand down the front of his uniform.

You saw the momentary confidence on his face fade but he complied taking it off, exposing pale skin and a thin sunken torso. You grabbed his face and pulled him back to your mouth before letting your hands trace around chest and ports, "You're handsome," you breathed resting your forehead on his staring down at him, "lay down," you said standing up and pushing him down on the couch. He looked at you but laid down his heart pounding. You crawled back onto his lap, moving your mouth down his neck again and then down his chest kissing everywhere while your hands played with his ports causing him to let out a small quiet moan. Your pressed your mouth into his chest mouth and quicken the tracing of your fingers making a silently loader moan escaped him.

The feeling in Echo started building up, every second making it harder to think. He sat up and pulled you up trying to center himself, "How about somewhere a little more comfortable for both of us and something a little more reciprocal?" he suggested nervously. You took his hand and guided him towards the bedroom, "Did you want to try it?" Your eyes flickering down to the pouch. He smiled putting his hand on your strap of your dress, "Wasn't exactly what I had in mind. I use to be quiet talented with mouth."

You took his hand and used it to removed the strap, "Prove it," you said taking the other strap off your self.

He stared you up and down blinking, mouth slightly watering, "Yes, ma'am," he watched you crawl on the bed waiting for him. Maker help me. He crawled on the bed, grabbed and kissed your hand up to your wrist and placed it on the back on his head nuzzling himself between your legs.

You let out a small 'ah' noise once his mouth made contact. A small smile pulled at the corners of his mouth seeing how wet you were for him already. You looked mildly embarrassed but he love, your fingers finding the ports and stroking them. Echo moaned into you, the warmth of it causing you twitch mildly for him. He ran his tongue up scooping gently into your soaked opening, savoring the sweet bland slick that was because of him. You felt him trail his tongue up to the delicate section of nervous sticking out, he adjusted his lips around it making a little vacuum seal with his mouth and twirling his tongue around it.

"Kark" you moaned your hips tilted into his mouth, pushing him harder against you.

He took his non useful arm around your leg and pulled you closer to him, letting his tongue coast up and down coaxingly. He could feel the electric feeling building up again, he brought his fingers to the the slit of the opening letting you cover his fingers before pushing them inside. He feel your clit engorging, content with himself that you were really attracted to him. He worked his lips up and down while his fingers tried to find the pace and motion you preferred.

"There," the word trembled out your head going further back into the pillow.

You could feel his arm trembling around your leg, you stroke him faster. Maker does this feel good. He took a chance, ever so gently stroking you upward with his teeth, "Echo," you moaned coming undone on his face with the surprising sensation. He pulled you closer to his face, his nose resting on you and his fingers not stopping as you road them through the sensation. You started shaking harder and he started shaking. You felt the moment the surge took him, his mouth came but his fingers went deep as they could, "Mesh'la," he let out shakily his breathing ragged. You cupped his cup cheek staring at him still panting staring at the bliss across his face and his big golden eyes staring at you. He carefully removed his hand still shaking, he licked each of his fingers and his eyes rapidly blicking he left out another small delish moan.

"I am jealous of whatever is going on in that neural connection," you scooted over creating space for him, "join me?"

He moved himself next to you, laying on his back his breathing still ragged, you rolled up and put yourself around his data and interlaced your legs with his. Echo was still reeling, his whole body felt like it was adrift on pleasure cruise, when you brought your hand to his chest he shuttered with a groan escaping. He brought your hand to his mouth, kissed and put it back on his chest covering it with his own. She's so beautiful, his hand tighten around yours and his arm also wrapped you closer.

"Handsome," you mumbled turning more into him, "and so so so talented."

"You're so beautiful," he looked admiring you, "I'm glad you think so. How about another one?" he offered.

"Maker please."

"Do you want to try it?” Echo asked awkwardly looking down at the pouch.

“We can just go see if it works, or I’ll happily keep your face between my legs,” you smiled.

Echo pulled himself up and finished stripping his leg armor and blacks. He watched you examine him, “See something you like?” he said slowly and awkwardly opening the bag.

“I really do think you’re handsome,” you smiled sitting up pulling him back towards you resting your face against his stomach and running your hands down the cold of his legs, “Nothing to be self conscious about or embarrassed about around me,” you said pulling back so he could fiddle with the attachment.

Echo attached two tiny connectors to the ports closes on each side of his lower stomach and one on each thigh, “So figured out what I am yet?” He teased smiling feeling the attachment connect and accepted into his system.

“Well… what do you want to be?” you asked pulling him back onto the bad.

“I’m definitely a happy man,” he kissed you until your head laid against the pillow, “Where I currently want to be however? Definitely in you,” Echo moved onto his elbow, letting his free hand trail down you while he took your pebbled nipple into his mouth letting his fingers drift back inside, “Do you know that you taste good?” He whispered into your ear.

You squirmed under him, his touch and the comment making a physical reaction. Bringing your hand back to his head, “Echo,” you breathed feeling his touch start being rougher and faster. You could feel yourself coating his fingers, he smiled pulling them out and using them to stroke the attachment and his stomach tense, you removed his hand and stroked it yourself. You moved your legs around his and flipped him on his back on the bed the smile turning into a grin, “How about a test run?” You worked it up and down watching parts of his body tense and release.

He tried flipping you but you planted your knees deeper into the bed in defiance, “Why don’t you back up then and put that tasty pussy back in my face?” He said enjoying the sensation but wanted it to be fair. Did I really just say that? After all this time I’m still the same. He watched you slowly turn around putting your legs back his arms and painfully to slow put your self on his mouth. ‘Maker’ he moaned feeling your grip tighten on him. Echo let his tongue slide in and out of you, twirling it around the inner edges of the split before working his mouth back down to your pulsating need for him. He hummed against it the small vibration making you press your self a little further down on his face, he let his hand trail around your body enjoying the sensation of your skin against his. He felt his leg start to lightly drum against the base board of the bed, I guess it’s my turn first this time.

You watched his leg drum and the other one start to quiver, you moved the hand that wasn’t stroking him to a connector on his leg wondering if he could feel both or if his body only registered one at a time. Surprised with your self you picked yourself off of him so you could see his face, he grabbed you and pulled you back down holding you there. Someone’s enjoying himself. You felt the moment he stopped, the orgasm take over. You gently continued to stroke him until his hand gently begged you to stop. You moved yourself back between his legs, you could see the speckling of sweat glistening his body and some of you on the corner of his mouth which took him no time to find and lick up with the tip of his tongue. Your eyes trailed around his body, the pale skin, big eyes, the bigger then normal lips and his jawline and cheeks sculpted like the maker made him himself. For me. His breathing was raspy but you wanted the rise and fall of his chest putting your hand on the his lungs slightly feeling the mechanical system underneath try to catch up.

“Do you think I’m a man?” He asked weakly, looking at your hand knowing what you were feeling.

“I do. One I wouldn’t mind getting to know more whenever your around.”

“I think I’d bore you,” he admitted.

You leaned up kissing across his collar bones, “Rules, regulations, reports, none of that could bore me as long as you were apart of them,” you paused leaning over his neck, “You’re the only man who hasn’t bored me,” you said kissing the base of his neck slightly pulling on it waiting to see if he’d stop you from making a mark but his moan and hand squeezing your hip was the green light, “You are not lesser Echo” you whispered before turning your attention back to his neck.

“I’d bring you with me if I could,” he said picking you up with the handful of hip he hand a grip on moving you back and plunging his cock attachment into you, his hips spreading bucking all of it into you, “No one’s made me feel like this before,” his voice sincere gentle and softly moving you up and down him. He brought the side of his non useful arm to your face nudging you up, watching you nuzzle the arm realizing how different and understanding you were compared to everyone.

Cautiously he moved himself back on top of you resting his forehead against yours, nearly pulling himself all the way out and rushing himself back in, “Is it comfortable?” he whispered.

“I wouldn’t be able to tell your anatomically defective” you teased, “If it feels good to you, that’s all I care about.”

“I care about you.”

“And I you.”

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Y/N: Did it hurt?

Echo: Huh?

Y/N: When you fell from heaven ;)

Echo: I think you mean when I crawled back from the depths of hell.

Y/N: ...

Y/N: Well that explains why you’re so hot!

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[ghostofskywalker]

Hello I was wondering if I could request an echo x gnreader where they are in the middle of a battle and like the reader is close to an explosion and gets injured?

(I'm sorry if you do no understand)

hi! here it is, i hope you enjoy :)

words: 1,697

summary: For as long as he's been traveling with the Bad Batch, Echo had no problem always sticking to the plan, no matter what the battles threw at him. But when you're injured in an explosion, it suddenly gets a little more difficult to listen to instructions.

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Concussions and Cuddling

The mission was going perfectly smoothly until an explosion wracked the Separatist base they were running through. Echo turned to look at Wrecker, a confused expression on his face (even though his helmet was covering it). “What was that?”

“I don’t know,” his brother answered, tightening his grip on the box they had been sent there to acquire. “But we need to get out of here.”

“I agree.”

The plan was simple, the group was divided into three teams of two: Wrecker and Echo, Tech and Omega, and you and Hunter. Each team had a different job, and once they were done everyone would meet back at the ship. Tech and Omega had completed their objective first by getting into the security systems and disabling all the alarms (so they were the first ones to arrive back), and Wrecker and Echo had gotten the package that Cid had sent them for. You and Hunter were looking for surplus droid parts that could provide them with an extra bonus on the market (because being a fugitive wasn’t exactly the most comfortable of lifestyles).

“Tech, do you know what that noise was?” Echo asked into his comm.

But before Tech could respond, Hunter answered the question. “The North end of the building was set to self destruct, probably if the Separatists lost the base, but the mechanism was faulty and clearly never went off when it was supposed to. Unfortunately, it meant that it went off now, completely untriggered.”

“Are you both okay?”

“I’m fine, other than a few scrapes and inevitable bruises. But Y/N got hit with a lot more of the debris and is currently unconscious, we’re going to need the ship to come here and get us.”

“I’m coming over there,” Echo said suddenly. “What’s your position?”

“No,” Hunter’s voice was firm. “If you and Wrecker are close to the Marauder, stick to the original plan. Once you two and the cargo are on board, then you can come get us.”

“Hunter-” Echo started to protest.

“That’s an order.”

Echo was not happy about this, but he did as the sergeant said, continuing to run with Wrecker until they reached the ship. As soon as the hatch closed behind them, Echo raced to the cockpit and sat down next to Tech. He grabbed the comm from the dashboard of the ship. “Hunter, we’re in the Marauder now,” he said, his voice taking on a slightly harsher tone than it usually did. “What is your position?”

When the location came through, Echo barely heard the sounds of takeoff, his mind was running too quickly. After he heard that you had been injured, nothing seemed to matter. If any of his brothers asked, he would quickly deny having any feeling for the team’s unofficial mechanic, but deep down he knew that was a bold faced lie. He couldn’t help the way he was drawn to you, and he also considered you his best friend on the ship. If the others knew they would no doubt pressure him to say something, to try and build that bridge between friendship and romance, but Echo was scared. Maybe it was a bit cowardly, but he was sure that you didn’t feel the same way about him, and he’d rather keep things the way they were than potentially give you reason to leave.

At that moment he didn’t care what it may look like, he just rushed down the ramp and leaped back down onto the ground where you and Hunter were. Weaving through the maze of fallen debris, he finally reached you, and even though he couldn’t see Hunter’s face, he was sure there was a disappointed expression on it. You were still unconscious, and he called for Wrecker to come get you while he raced back up and tried to set up their makeshift medbay for your needs.

There was a nasty bump on your head from where a falling piece of the ceiling had hit you, and your face was bloody from other scrapes and debris. You were going to need bacta at least, but it likely couldn’t do anything to but superficially heal some of your head injury, especially if you had sustained a concussion.

You didn’t wear as much as armor as the rest of them did (something he had tried to talk to you about several times before), so it was easy to removed the plates you did wear after Wrecker laid you down on the cot and left to go talk to Tech and Omega in the cockpit. Hunter was able to apply bacta to his own wounds, and the room was completely silent as Echo started to do the same for you.

He thanked the maker that the wounds you had were only on your head and arms, and that none of the debris had impacted your legs or lower body. Once you woke up, you would be able to walk just fine, and it would be all about taking it easy to heal the concussion Echo was increasingly sure you had.

Eventually, after he was done applying bacta to his cuts, Hunter broke the silence. “Why haven’t you said anything about how you feel?”

“What are you talking about?” Echo’s eyes widened and he was glad that Hunter was unable to see his expression because he was putting bacta on the last of your cuts and scrapes.

“Are you really going to make me say it?”

“Say what?”

“You think I don’t know how you feel? We all care about Y/N, but it’s clear that your feelings are a little different than the rest of team.”

“I don’t-”

“Echo,” Hunter said, cutting him off. “The entire time you’ve been traveling with us, you’ve always followed the plan, you’ve always been levelheaded, even when we were faced with dangers far more intense than we could ever imagine. But this time, when I radioed in to tell everyone about the situation, it was like you went a little rogue. I already had my suspicions, but this only confirms it. What I don’t understand is why you won’t say anything about how you feel.”

Echo sighed and turned to face his brother. There was nothing more he could do to help you at this point, and he didn’t really want to have this conversation, but it had to happen eventually. “I don’t say anything because I would rather pine in secret than have to hear that my feelings are not reciprocated. It’s already torturous to live through now, but I can’t imagine what it would feel like to no longer get to talk to the person I consider a very close friend. You remember how long it took us to find a mechanic that was willing to work with us, right? I’m not going to jeopardize that.”

“And it wouldn’t be a big deal if we had to find another one, but that’s so unlikely to happen and you know it. You need to tell Y/N how you feel, because your feelings are reciprocated and I hate to sit around and watch you two pine for each other.”

Echo opened his mouth to respond, but heard your voice (or a very scratchy and quiet version of it) coming from behind him. “What did you say?” you asked.

Hunter looked absolutely delighted at the sudden change in situation, and he was out of the room quicker than anyone else could blink. Echo (after resolving to get his brother back later) turned around to face you. “What did you hear?” he asked gently.

“My name,” you said, trying to sit up on the cot but then stopping when he gave you a look. “And then Hunter implying that you had feelings for me.”

“I do,” Echo admitted, almost too quiet for himself to hear. “And I know what Hunter said, but you don’t have to lie to me if you don’t feel the same way.”

“Echo, I like you too.”

He didn’t really process your words, instead just looking down at the ground. “I figured, and - wait, did you just say you liked me?”

You raised your eyebrows at him. “You’d think I wasn’t the one with the concussion here, you know. My head hurts like hell and I can still understand what’s going on.”

“I’m sorry,” he said gently, stepping up next to you and taking your hand.

He helped to move you so you were sitting up, and you smiled at him. “While we were in that base, Hunter was trying to convince me to tell you how I felt,” you said. “I didn’t realize that apparently he was going to try to get you to do the same.” Echo smiled, and you shifted over in the cot so there was room for another. “And now that we’ve got the hard part of this out of the way, I want to cuddle with you.”

Echo shook his head, even though it was hurting every bone in his body to say no. “You’re still healing.”

You pouted at his words. “Oh come on, I’ve got a small concussion and a few scrapes, I’m not on my deathbed!”

“I wouldn’t want to hurt you.”

“How would you do that? Death by cuddling?” you asked, and you shook your head when he opened his mouth to respond. “Nope, I don’t want to hear it. Please come here, I can tell that you’re tired and need rest.” He didn’t have it in him to deny that request, and he couldn’t help the feeling of happiness that flooded through him as you laid your head on his shoulder. “See? I’m not dead, so you can get rid of the guilty conscience.”

A small laugh escaped his lips, and he had to admit you were right. “Why don’t we just try to get some rest?” he said, his hand finding yours.

He’d have to say something to Hunter later, because it was partly his insistence and meddling that got Echo to this point, but he didn’t want to think about that right now. This moment was something he’d dreamed about for so long, and he wanted to enjoy it.

- the end -

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[sinfulsalutations]

𝕗𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒𝕤𝕝𝕖𝕖𝕡 ⋆*･ﾟ𝕒𝕣𝕔 𝕥𝕣𝕠𝕠𝕡𝕖𝕣 𝕖𝕔𝕙𝕠

➼ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ☆ ꜰʟᴜꜰꜰ, ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏꜰ ᴘᴀꜱᴛ ᴛʀᴀᴜᴍᴀ (ꜱᴋᴀᴋᴏ ᴍɪɴᴏʀ)

⋆ ★ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ꜱʜᴏʀᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴡᴇᴇᴛ ꜰᴏʀ ᴍʏ ʙᴏʏ 😍

⋆ ★ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴏɴ ᴀᴏ3 ⋆*･ﾟ ᴛᴀɢʟɪꜱᴛ ꜰᴏʀᴍ

Echo doesn’t sleep well. He never has, though it gets better with you. Despite the fact he isn’t a big cuddler (he worries his prosthetics will hurt you; he also doesn’t find it very comfortable for long periods of time), he revels in your presence. Your warm body beside him, knowing and feeling that you are here, that you’re real and everything is okay. It is something no other past memory would be able to replace.

He hates silence. Hasn’t been able to enjoy it since Skako Minor. Echo likes to fall asleep to the sound of someone talking. Or even simple white noise. It’s another form of soothing that helps calm him.

So you talk to him when the two of you go to lie down, tell him about your day or your interests, anything that's on your mind; he’s always been a great listener. However, don’t be offended if he falls asleep through what you say. If he is able to doze off to the simple sound of your voice, it is a compliment that ascends words; it means he trusts you eternally, feels safe enough to be in your arms when he falls unconscious, and knows he won't wake up back in the cryo chamber.

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[thefact0rygirl]

I'd be happy to see Day 18 with Echo!

Too shy to undress? To eager to find the time to undress? To enthralled by that beautiful 501st blueish dress to take it off?

Doesn’t matter... Just... ECHO 💙

If you would want to 💙🤍💙

Caro, my love! 💙 This was such a spicy prompt, thank you for sending it in! I went with some sneaky, alleyway sex 😏

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Kinktober Day Eighteen: Clothes On

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Rating: Explicit 18+

Pairing: ARC Trooper Echo x Fem!Reader

Warnings: alleyway sex, penetration (p in v), hand over mouth, interruption

Echo can’t say he’s especially surprised when you drag him by his vambrace down into a shadowy alley. And as much as his ARC training is screaming in protest, he's not exactly mad about it either. He’s meant to be on patrol, and that does technically include dark alleyways.

His backplate hits the duracrete wall as you press yourself against him. “What are you —?”

“Shhh," You bring your finger to your mouth in a shushing motion before nodding your head in the direction of the main street. He turns, his helmet registers a heat signature rounding the corner, heavy footsteps confirming it's one of his brothers. Holding his breath, he watches the trooper stroll past, too tired to bother looking in the alleyway.

Rhythmic footsteps fade into the distance as you move to undo the clasps of his helmet, lifting it up until he can see your amused smile with his own eyes.

“Hey, handsome.”

“Love,” He exhales, glancing sideways to the empty street, as you press your lips to the column of his neck, your hand wandering over his codpiece. That gets to him. “I — really? Here?”

You chuckle at the way he chokes on his words, kissing right under his ear. “What? I thought ARC Troopers like danger.”

Alright, that’s not, not true.

“We do! I do…but what about...you know...people?” It's a struggle to fake concern when his blood is rushing south to his cock.

“We’ll have to be quiet, then. What do you say? Wanna finish what we started this morning?” Your voice drops to a whisper, one he can barely hear as he rests his head against the wall.

It's true. He'd managed to make you come on his mouth this morning before you were interrupted. He's had your taste seared into his tastebuds since then, his cock never really softening.

"You'll be the death of me," He mutters through a rough exhale. Leave it to you to bring out the worst in him. "We have to be quick."

“Easy. I'm still wet from this morning.” Fuck. He can still feel the way your cunt spasmed around his fingers as he heard Fives yelling his name through the ship. He fumbles between the two of you to undo his codpiece, the sound of plastoid hitting pavement ringing out. It makes him wince, hoping no one heard, as your palms grazes over his cock.

This, he thinks as you take hold of his cock, is a dumb idea. But there isn't anyone else he'd rather be with than you. He smothers a moan while your fingers dance along the waistband of his trousers.

“Do you want my mouth, Echo? Want to come down my throat? Or in my pussy?”

He groans, curling into your warmth, molding himself to you. "Inside you. Haven’t been inside for days.”

“Since when did twenty four hours turn into days?” The teasing edge in your voice makes his hips jut into your hand. He needs to feel as much of you as he can. He answers you with a kiss, one that is desperate and bruising until goosebumps bloom on his skin.

You're the one to break the kiss, much to Echo's annoyance, so you can step away to take off your pants. With his hand replacing yours, he strokes himself as he watches you shimmy down your pants and underwear. You leave them just above your knees, low enough to give him access, but high enough to pull up if need be.

Switching spots, you face the wall, splaying your palms flat against the cold duracrete as you arch your back. The dull ache in your core grows as you present yourself to him. “Come on, ARC Trooper.”

He crowds you from behind, anchoring one hand to your hips while the other nudges the head of his cock at your opening. The teasing pressure at your opening has you moaning his name, your back dipping lower. All for him, just him. The way you respond for him, so open and so enamored, like he's some sort of treasure.

“You gonna let me fuck you?” His voice is cracked, his throat thick as he steps towards. If he’s going to get caught with his pants down, he'd rather be buried in you. “Right here?”

“Yes. Now please, before someone catches us.”

He pushes in, the sweet fullness of him making desire thud between your thighs so much so you swear your cells start to vibrate. You whine when you feel his pubic hair tickle the backs of your thighs. "Maker, Echo..."

It's only a moment of stillness before he's pulling out and pushing back into your wet heat in a single, deep thrust. Echo wishes he had time to devote to you, time to pull you apart, time to map all your dips and moles.

He adjusts his hold on your hips, fingers digging into your flesh is littered with tiny, crescent moons, and starts. Hard and fast until the wet slaps of skin bounce of the walls. Every drag, every pull of his cock against your fluttering walls winds you up, the coil of pleasure growing tighter with every snap of his hips.

"Fuck you really like this, don't you?" Echo pants, his desperation to come bleeding through in his actions. His hips bucking faster, his cock pushing into you a little bit further with every thrust. You're both desperate to come, the pleasure building until it's reached its tipping point. His balls tightened as he fills your cunt when —

“Echo! Where are you?"

Echo almost chokes on his tongue, blood pooling to his feet and cementing him in place.

Shit.

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[clone-lover]

Bioluminescent Water

Echo x afab reader

Fluff, fluff, and then smuttttt. Um I read a Dom tech that I really liked so here is my Dom Echo. This boy needs so much more love. Plus I'm tired of all the soft smut like ughhhhhh RAVISH MEEEEE 😭😭 anyways enjoy!!!

Warnings: degrading, begging, praise, hair pulling, PiV sex, thigh riding, spanking, SLUT AND WHORE ARE USED, pleasure tears, overall nsfw

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18+, minors do not interact!!

Echo had a grand date idea and kept you in the dark. He said to bring clothes you wouldn't mind getting ruined but that where nice enough for photos. So you did exactly that.

"This way, darling." He grabbed your hand and lead you into the thicket

"Echo!" You giggled out as he began to run.

"Come on! I don't want to miss it!" He laughed back but you could tell he was serious and was very concerned about missing whatever he had planned. "It only happens once a revolution!"

Somehow you both made it to a swamp surrounded by tress. "It's a hot spring." He explained. You giggled at how random this felt.

"I'm not complaining, Echo, but this was all that was planned?" You took his hand in yours and looked him in the eye with a soft smile. He looked at you baffled but that did not deter your smile. The way the moonlight reflected off the water and back into his eyes was gorgeous. Taking in the moment you can smell the flora and water and Echo's light cologne.

It was a gift from Fives. Somehow he managed to get his hands on a nice expensive cologne to which he told Rex to give it to Echo when he died. It was a joke at first, being that Echo couldn't get any girls without Fives. However, if Echo had the cologne whenever he died then Fives would always be there to be a wing man. Quicker than all of us realized that joke turned into reality and the only proof Echo had of Fives's death was that bottle of cologne.

Echo only wore it on special occasions, like today. Although sometimes he would smell the bottle in order to remember his brother. The smell was bitter sweet.

"Get in," he motioned towards the pond.

"What?" You questioned him but he ignored you and walked in. "Echo!" You laughed but quickly stopped when you noticed the water come alive. "Your electronics!"

"it'll be fine! Don't just stand there." He reached his hand out for you as you took stepped in. "It's bioluminescence algae." He quickly pulled you into him causing you to meep. The quick motion stirred up all the algae. Bright blue flashed his face while he held you. The water was waist deep and warm. "Blue is a good color on you." He flirts.

"I don't wear a lot of blue." You state. Ever since the citadel he has been more reckless and rebellious with you. The rules he use to hold dear didn't matter when it came to you.

"let's change that," he slipped a finger under the cloth at the neckline of your outfit. The warmth of his finger slipped down to your core. "We will go shopping."

"We don't have money."

"We'll make some." He removed his finger.

"Maybe at some point but now we have to return the Marauder and sneak off of an imperial occupied planet." He stole your lips instead of answering. He just wanted you to to enjoy the moment instead of focusing on the later.

He kissed you deeply and spun you around while holding you tight. The water stirred up and blue light flooded your hooded eyes. When the spinning stop his tongue tapped your bottom lip, begging for entrance.

"may I?" He tugged at the floating hem of your dress.

"Here?" You questioned him but most importantly questioned he quickness. He is usually a slow burn this was unexpected.

"Where are my manners?" He spun you into a dip resting you on top of the water. Blue water filtering through your hair. "With your permission, I will have you begging to take off that pretty dress." His words ignited a flame at your core. A flame that needed kindle to stay alive.

You choked on your words before whispering, "Do anything you want to me."

He let out a low chuckle with a soft smile then dived into your lips. His hand slid down your back to your ass. He gave a playful squeeze before hoisting you onto his hip without breaking the kiss. Your giggled into the kiss as he carried you out of the water.

"You're so pretty wet." Heat flushed your checks and you core and all he did was smile. "From the water, pretty girl." He laid you on the grass and straddled you, "Don't worry though, I'll see that pretty wet too." He quickly locked into your lips releasing a sweet moan from you.

He smiled again and chuckled into the kiss. In broken breaths we growled in a sultry tone, "I love those prefect little sounds you make." His words were molasses that dripped from your ears down to your slick.

"I haven't even touched you, pretty girl." The praise that fell from his mouth tired into kindle for your flame. Burning more and more of your core. "I will soon though, don't worry. You know I can't keep my hands off your curves." He runs his hands down your side.

"Echo," you cry breathlessly.

"Yes?" He paused for you to speak but you couldn't. As time passes he unbuttoned his dress shirt. "Use those pretty lips to talk to me, little miss." You could only whimper and squirm under his body weight.

He slid off his shirt, "I think you will be too cock dumb to beg for me, won't you darling." He always called you darling but this one felt different and so much better. Not to mention the contrast of degrading and praise caused your core to slick.

"Oh? Is that a good name for you," he paused while lowering himself onto his right elbow and resting his hand on your chest. "Darling." He tightened his grip on your breast and swallowed your moan in his kiss. He palmed through your dress allowing you much needed friction.

Once he released the kiss you threw your head back in pleasure, exposing the soft flesh on your neck. He took this opportunity to attack that flesh. He licked, kissed and sucked on the soft spot you had. All of the pressure forced heat to your core. Careful to dodge the metal on his back you reached your hands up and dug you nails into his back.

This action spurred a low growl from his throat. After which he bit down on the ever sensitive spot. You bucked your hips up with a loud moan in response. His hand reached up to replace his lips on you neck. "If you want me to fuck you, then beg for it, slut."

The softness Echo once had slipped away. Only exteriorly, he remembered you mentioned degrading so he wanted to try it. However the second that word fell from his mouth he made eye contact with you to make sure you weren't hurt. In turn he found eyes blown from lust staring at him.

He was forever grateful for you. How beautiful you look under him. Half lidded eyes paired with slow lustful blinks and pale moonlight looked amazing on you. Anything did but nothing look the way you did now.

He lowered him self just inches away from your face. Your body screamed for him and your lips begged for him. The closure would only come if you brought your lips to his. In doing so, the tighter his grip would get around your throat. Every inch closer meant an ever so slightly tighter choke. His smile grew with every tried attempt.

You rest your head down in defeat. Hands sliding off of him and onto the grass below. "Where's the enthusiasm, darling?" He shifted his weight and pressed one of his knees into your heat. You yelped from pleasure and a smile drew across his face.

Quickly you wrapped your arms around the back of his neck and you slammed your lips into his. His grip immediately clamping down on your delicate throat. He broke away in between breaths, "There she is."

He continued to gift you with sweet fiction while choking down all your moans. His own pleasure began to cloud his vision and mind but he told you to beg. He would not turn on his words. Although some of your noises where so lewd it would draw similar noises from him.

He needed more and the only way to get that was to make you beg. He pulled he knew away from your cunt and pulled away from the kiss. You whined for him. "Beg."

You were breathless "what?"

He tightened his hand on your throat, rolling your eyes into the back of your head. "I told you to beg. Now be a good whore and beg for me to fuck you." You honestly didn't know Echo had this side to him. It was unbelievable attractive. You could tell he was making sure you were ok, his eyes where checking yours for any sign of discomfort.

"Echo please-" You couldn't finish speaking because excitement consumed him. With insane speed and dexterity he ripped your panties and slammed into you, earning a gutteral cry in pleasure from you. Somehow he managed to get free of his slacks without you noticing.

"Echo!" Words seemed to fail you. You wanted needed more of him. He seemed to understand. Responding by releasing the most feral sound you have ever heard and slowly pulling out then quickly slamming back into you. Tears of pleasure began to stream from the much need fiction and pleasure.

He used his hand to flip you into your knees so he could take you from behind. You yelped at the sudden movement but his expertise was unbelievably attractive.

He gently and patiently allowed you to get comfortable in the new position. "There you go, darling." He praised through gritted teeth. The pleasure from you wriggling around on his cock was not only attractive but also too much.

"Echo, take me please." You begged for him once situated. He let out a low chuckle and laid a smack on your ass. It startled you but only in a good way. The smack sank into your core, right along side his cock. His thrusts began to pick up speed. All you could do was moan and grip at the grass.

The sound of his name in your moan was addictive. He need to hear more. Slowly and unnoticed by you, he slid his hand up your back, under you hair and rested it at the base of your neck. "Sing to me darling," he combed up your hair, giving you chills. "Let me hear those pretty sounds." He tightened he grip and pulled your face out of the dirt before railing into at impossible speeds.

Following this he slid his scomp link down to your clit. Some how forming a vibration. The cold vibrations made you squeak and call his name even louder. Although, that extra sensation quickly drove you to the edge. It drove Echo over the edge even quicker.

His grip on your hair became tighter and his thrusts became wilder. "Darling, I can't-" he cut himself off with a choked moan. You were closer than he was. Before you could even say that, hot, blinding white washed over your body.

Quickly following that Echo cried out from the same ho white. He released the fist full of hair and your head slumped back to the grass. He collapsed beside you and pulled you on top of him.

He let a sigh "holy fuck, darling." You could agree with those words. He palmed your face, "You are so fucking beautiful." You shivered under his touch. "Oh shit let's get you back to the ship and into clean clothes." He tossed his shirt over your shoulders and helped you to the speeder.

"Echo?" You started. his full attention landed on you even though he was in a rush to get you off this planet. "How did you do that thing with your scomp link?" He chuckled at the response.

"A man has his ways... And a lot of practice." He hopped onto the speeder and you wrapped your arms around him. You were grateful for this little amount physical affection. He would give you more aftercare once y'all were off of Naboo. Besides, riding a speeder with a hot shirtless man was always a dream. Especially after sex.

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[miseries-mistress]

GOODBYE YELLOW BRICK ROAD | ECHO

Synopsis: Echo makes his choice.

Warnings: gender not mentioned, SPOILERS FOR TBB S2 EP 8, angst, goodbyes, mutual pining. W/C: 962

Notes: inspired by the song goodbye yellow brick road by elton john. i felt the lyrics went really well with this

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The jagged edges of your heart pierce your chest, ripping the air from your lungs at a violent rate. The shards drift downwards, carried by the stream of your blood, letting the fragments cut and bruise every part of you until you can hear it ringing in your ears.

You take a tentative step forward. You're surprised you can manage that much. Wind nips at your cheeks, drying the streaking trail of tears into cold lines, a reminder. 

The Marauder sits at the edge of the platform almost mockingly, as if to sneer in your puffy face- the proof of your mental anguish- that the other half of you would not return to the home you had created. 

"Why didn't you tell me?" It's a plea, a desperate one at that, as you grasp at the fraying rope of your will to remain strong. It's not like you two were together. You never discussed what was happening between you, just accepted it as a bond more personal than friendship. Now you would never know where the limits of this "relationship" lie if there was ever something more intimate than mere attraction prowling beneath his skin. 

"I didn't know for sure until now."

Echo closes the gap in an instant, embracing you in a safety net of a false reality only his arms could provide. He holds you as though the world is ending, the sky is falling, and tearing you two apart would cause the galaxy's demise. Yet, his strong arms remain a pillar of strength, lifting you up and into the expansion of his welcoming chest as he has done many times before. They're the same ones that steady you when life makes itself out to be nothing more than a cruel game, like a rock at sea, keeping you from plunging under the icy surface without a second thought. 

Your face digs into the crook of his neck, inhaling the faint hint of sweat blended with metal, a fragrance that builds shelter over the dark clouds threatening to shower you with guilt that seeps through your skin. It's the only thing keeping you from collapsing entirely. 

"I need to do this," he says softly, firmly grasping understanding and gripping tenderness like a lifeline for your sake. It's a gesture much too kind for you when it's him that's leaving. 

"I know." The words rip painfully out of your vocal cords, the result a pitiful croak of grief. It's the same emotion Echo is keeping you from drowning in. 

Your arms tighten around him just as your quivering lips give way to an involuntary sob. A wet droplet connects to the crown of your head. 

"I'll be back, I promise." 

You haphazardly nod your head, feeding on his reassurance with baleful hunger. 

His leave is inevitable, you know this, and so does he, but it does nothing to stop the shiver sent down the length of your spine when his arms begin to loosen, his warmth receding from your clumsy grasp. Instead, it intensifies the reality you are running from, dodging every sign and barrier trying to stop you from spiraling to a place of no return. 

Echo's hand holding you above the water of complete misery slips, dunking you in its frigid waves, and your lungs burn with every inhale, your breathing turning into a gasp for air. 

Your arms fall uselessly to your side, Echo unintentionally stomping on each and every fragment of your heart, inadvertently making sure to grind the glass pieces into a cloud of fine dust ushered away by the polluted breeze of Corocuant. He doesn't mean to hurt you, but his actions can't help but do so. You're sure you can never rebuild it again without the scars of his leaving. 

"I have to."

I know.

You more firmly nod, sniffling as you pull your spine straighter and swallow down the tears. Echo's honeydew irises darken with the shadow of longing and doubt. You watch his eyes wobble as they flit over the sadness etched into your features. His choice is made by his driving sense of belonging and purpose, and you're making him feel guilty about it. Reconsider it even. 

You can't keep doing this. It's selfish of you to demand Echo to stay when his calling is elsewhere. Except you always assumed he found it with you. The realization that you never knew as much as you thought you knew about the man you so desperately longed for sends a fresh wave of salty tears swimming in your clouded eyes. Echo is still as much of a stranger as the day he stumbled into the rag-tag team of clones you were a part of, into your welcoming arms, which have turned into an unreachable memory.

He hesitates for a moment, considering every repercussion of his actions before he leans forward, his lips caressing the crown of your head in a movement so fluid and light you could have sworn you imagined it. 

"Goodbye."

I love you. 

Your knees wobble, and you're afraid you will collapse under the weight of your sorrow. You can see it in how Echo's face falls, his irises clouded with the unspoken words dangling between you, suffocating you with their noose. Now you're sure, from the emotion weaved into the muscle and tissue of his features, if you utter the words, the ones that hold the ability to alter the trajectory of both your lives, he'll reconsider. The phrase turns to lead on your tongue, and your stomach freefalls. You can't hold him back. No matter how much you love him, the time has come to let him go. You force a weak smile, encouraging him to leave under the false pretense of the facade you offered him.  

"Goodbye." 

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[multifandomwritings]

Star Wars (The Bad Batch) | Echo having a crush on you would include

Echo would be so sweet if he had a crush on someone ;-;

He'd be so subtle but if you really paid attention it would be so obvious that he cared for you really deeply

So thoughtful and considerate toward you. Just little things, little verbal confirmations and check-ins, doing his best to make sure you're always alright

Also I don't know why, but I feel like he'd be a little more lighthearted around whoever he was interested in, if only because of nerves. Trying, in his own kind of subtle way, to make them laugh and smile, being more humorous and such (and he wouldn't be able to stop grinning to himself if he successfully made you smile)

He would understand his own feelings pretty quickly, although he wouldn't expect anything and wouldn't want to pressure you. He'd be content to just kind of admire you from afar and care for you in his own way

Very shy. Not really if everyone else is around and your interactions are pretty minimal/impersonal, but if you're alone or anything, he'd quickly find himself going nervous and having a difficult time talking with you as easily as he'd like

Definitely the type to discreetly care for you and look out for you, and hopes you won't notice. Except, he would secretly hope you would, and would maybe appreciate and reciprocate the care he had for you. But he wouldn't even admit it to himself

He'd swear he had no expectations to himself and wasn't going to let it get out of hand, but then would daze off and start thinking of you and quietly wishing things would work out and you'd think of him the way he thought of you

His heart would just about burst at the thought of it. He wouldn't assume you'd like him back or even think of him that way, but he wouldn't be able to stop himself from hoping anyway

...and unconsciously putting in a lot of effort, just to impress you. Anytime you're around, it would be so obvious to everyone but him that he was trying so hard

As time passed his subtlety would wear off a little bit. It would be most obvious in the way he looked at you, with so much admiration and longing. As I said, he would would be painfully obvious anytime you were around lol

He would visibly light up anytime you gave him any attention or took time to spend with him specifically. No matter how little a thing it would seem to you, just taking the time to spend with him and talk with him would always make him feel special and he'd hang onto your every word (also the type to remember things about you, no matter how long it's been)

Any compliments or flirting from you would shut him down so quickly. Once he developed more confidence and he began to realize you reciprocated his feelings, he'd be more outgoing, but at first?? Oh my

Overly polite and thanking you for compliments and just clams up and secretly hoping you can't tell how embarrassed and panicked he is (you can)

Any physical affection, even in passing?? He'd tense up and give you a subtle, wide-eyed look. He'd adore the lingering warmth of your touches, in an almost sad way, thinking himself selfish for wishing they were more frequent

Very simply put, he'd be a mess for you. Like telling himself he wasn't going to catch feelings that bad and all that but then you so much as smile in his direction and he just about shuts down

Compliments from him would always be so sweet and specific. Like really personal, on the mark stuff that would leave you a grinning mess

He would need a lot of encouragement before actually admitting his feelings, even fully to himself. You'd probably have to tell him your own feelings first, as he would be content to just admire you from afar (or so he'd tell himself)

His eyes would go so wide if you actually admitted you had feelings for him or anything like that. He'd smile so wide, far more relieved than he'd expect himself to be at your admittance (if only because he would never really fully admit his feelings to himself)

Might be kind of reserved and hesitant at first, needing a little reassurance, but honestly in the end he'd be too relieved and pleased to resist his own feelings

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Kinktober 2022/23 Masterlist | Main Masterlist

Summary: Kinktober Day 1 — Dirty Talk with TBB!Echo Pairing: TBB!Echo/Reader; fem!reader with no mentions of her appearance. Rating: Explicit, 18+ (Younglings, foundlings, and cadets BEGONE!) Warnings: Explicit sexual content, smut; Dirty talk, fingering (f!receiving), oral sex (f!receiving), unprotected PIV (PRACTICE SAFE SEX), mention of creampie, overstimulation, Echo is a romantic tease, Echo's prostheses start at his thigh, Echo has a real prosthetic arm because he DESERVES ONE! Word Count: 1.0k

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“Just listen to yourself, cyare.”

You whined, tears pricking at your closed eyes, and squirmed. 

“Echo...”

You could feel his lips turning up in a smirk against your temple before he placed a soft kiss there. An encouraging kiss.

“Go on, cyare.”

Your orgasm gently washed over you, coaxed out of you by the talented massaging of Echo’s fingers. Your walls clamped down, contracting and fluttering wildly around the two buried inside you, and you hiccoughed with pleasure as he worked you through it.

But you had barely caught your breath before he began his steady massage all over again. 

“Echo...” you softly cried, “I can’t... I can’t —”

“You can,” he said back, a whisper against your sweaty skin. He buried his face near your neck, inhaling deeply. “You smell so good, cyare.”

You whined again, writhing against him. Echo was plastered to your side, fully dressed in his black body glove, while you were sprawled, naked and whimpering, on your back. The sheets beneath you were completely soaked from both your sweat and your three orgasms. And you could feel even more slick leaking out of you as Echo slowly pumped his two fingers in and out of your sensitive channel.

“Wanna make you cum all night,” Echo said, his voice a deep rumble. “Want your juice to wrinkle my fingers, want them to still smell like you tomorrow. Want to still taste you tomorrow.”

You gasped for breath, your entire body feeling both numb and like it was on fire. You bucked into his hand, despite your muscles feeling like jelly. 

“Is that what you want, cyare?” Echo tenderly kissed your cheek. “Want me to taste you?”

You could barely speak, reduced to a mewling mess at both his words and his glorious fingers. “Echo, please...”

He pressed another tender, reassuring kiss to your cheek. And began to kiss down your body. “Can’t wait to taste you, cyare. Gonna taste divine. Could live off your taste, so sweet...”

Echo lowered himself down the bed, gently parting your thighs to make room for himself. He stroked them soothingly as they shook slightly.

“Keep your legs open for me, cyare, there you go... Gonna take care of you, gonna make you feel so good, gonna me you cum so hard...”

Echo’s mouth was as talented as his fingers, and you cried out lightly as he began to lick your pussy lips, sucking your arousal onto his tongue. He groaned deep in his chest at the taste.

“Oh, cyare...”

Retracting his fingers from your passage, he sucked them clean, and spread your pussy lips. His tongue laved into them eagerly, but steadily, and you gasped at the warmth of his mouth.

Echo alternated between licking in and out of your pussy, stoking that fire inside you, and backing off to press gentle kisses to your thighs, letting the fire calm to embers. The third time this happened, you couldn’t help your frustrated whine. 

“Echo, baby, please...”

He emerged from where he’d been kissing your thighs, replacing his lips with his hand. He stroked the skin there affectionately. He smiled up at you, looking at you like you were the prettiest, most adorable thing he’d ever seen.

“Okay, cyare.”

He pressed his lips back to your pussy, just as tenderly and steadily as before. You were ready to grind your core into him, desperate to fall over the edge again, but Echo calmly reached up and pressed his prosthetic forearm across your hips. 

You threw your head back in time for Echo to close his lips around your clit.

Gasping and whimpering under him, Echo sucked at your clit with an easy pressure, his other hand still stroking across the skin of your leg.

At least, until, he brought his digits up again to press a finger back into you.

Your hips tensed as you tried to buck under his pinning forearm, but Echo merely shot you an amused, little raise of his eyebrows before diving back into your pussy.

He could live in your pussy.

It wasn’t long until you felt yourself cresting for the fourth time, harder than before. You clamped your legs shut, making Echo groan, as he used his fingers to crook against that spongy patch of nerves, helping prolong your high. His mouth pressed open kisses to your swollen clit, but you could barely feel it with the fire in your veins. And the roaring in your ears drowned whatever he was rumbling into your skin.

A good thing, probably. Echo’s mouth had gotten you into this mess in the first place.

As your muscles finally relaxed, allowing you to collapse into the soaked bed sheets, Echo began to kiss his way up your body. You could feel his fingers still inside you, pumping gently. Your chest heaved lightly for breath as he buried his face into your neck and sucked a little mark there, low enough that it would never be seen by anyone other than him.

You felt his bare hips hover over your own. You weren’t sure when he’d removed his body glove. 

“So sweet, cyare... And still so wet.”

You flushed as he drew your attention to the wet, slopping, squelching sound of his fingers still working in and out of you. It was so loud. So vulgar. So dirty.

“Want to feel you around me,” Echo murmured, trailing his kisses to your face. He pressed one to your jaw. “Want to feel you squeeze me.” To your cheek. “Want to feel you soak me.” To your forehead. “Want to cum inside you, want to see it drip out of you.” To your nose.

His lips hovered above your own, just out of reach no matter how hard you craned towards him. “Will you let me, cyare? Please?”

Your body was tired, sweaty and spent. Your pussy was swollen from four orgasms and your lips were bitten into submission from you stifling your cries. And yet with Echo, you could never get enough. It was never enough.

“Yes, Echo. Please.”

He smiled, that sweet Echo smile, and pressed his lips to yours. 

Just in time for his cock to slide home inside you. 

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Anatomically Defective - part 2 Echo x Fem Reader

Summary: Pre-Order 66 the boys walk into 79’s to blow steam and you catch Echo’s eye and both of you click and connect 🩶Smut with a Fluff Plot♥️

Warning: NSFW, Crude Language, PiV, Toy, Echo’s, Oral, utter smutty smutty smut

word count: 4288

Part One

Hunter looked up at the time keeper on the wall, smiling noticing he's been gone for about two hours and it was getting late into the evening. He said he'd get the boys another round before they could retire for the night if they wanted too. Walking up the bar he found Arthur behind the counter already smiling at him with another round of whatever the blue drink was that he made them before they left.

"Alway play match maker?" Hunter asked, curiously after noticing he didn't point anyone else out to each other since.

"No, but I can see when two people need each other. Just make sure he doesn't break her heart when you boys leave again."

"I have a feeling when we do you probably won't be seeing her for a while either," the corner of Hunter's mouth twitched into a smile letting the unspoken meaning hang in the air.

Arthur chuckled and nodded, "She'd be an asset for you boys," he said pushing the tray towards him, "but the how is for you boys to figure out."

Hunter thanked him and took it back to the tabled, he watched them all sample the drink before trying it himself. The drink was sweet but still with a mild bitter tropical twang, it reminded him of the beaches on Kashyyyk, inviting but dangerous.

Wrecker gulp it down wiping the blue foam off the top of his lip, "That's delicious!" he paused looking up at the clock, "Echo's been gone for a while you think he's having fun?"

"Given the length of time he has absent, I assume we won't be seeing him the rest of the night," Tech said sipping the blue drink, "I'm more interested in data for the device however."

Echos voice was almost velvet in your ear, his hot breath sending shivers down your body, "I can see the goosebumps" he smiled moving down and kissing your neck up to your jaw line, "Are you enjoying me, Mesh'la?" he asked.

You stare up into his dilated eyes and the tamed hunger in them, "Riye," you purr back at him watching the hunger grow a little more, "I am."

Your body had turned to mush under him and he knew it. He quicken his pace trying to pull another orgasm out of you, "Meeting you has changed me too," his voice moved to velvety husk, he fell the way your pussy grabbed onto his cock. He groaned, plunging it all the way in feeling you continue to constrict around him the further he went in. Echo moaned your name as the grasp got tighter sending waves of pleasure relaying around his system. He struggles to hold himself up but isn't quiet ready to give in to the sensation until you reach your apex with him, "Cum with me," he whispers, "I want to see that beautiful face you make again," feeling you clamp down him becoming a glove for his pleasure.

Your body is radiating warmth but it was nothing compared to the sun he was over you, there was no need for lights or blankets it was just you and him. The words lingered in the air but he rolled his hips harder into you afraid to hurt you with the metal of his legs and attachment. You movement your legs further apart for him, begging for him to unmake you.

"I can feel how close you are," he whispered enjoying the way your hands were searching his torso and the mild quiver of your lips, "That's it, Mesh'la, give it to me," he kissed you forgetting his self restraint slamming into you roughly chasing both of you into the endorphin high. He continued to gently pump himself into you kissing you the sensation sending a wave of goosebumps down his arms, each kiss an overloaded electrical tingle.

"Echo-" the muffled pleasure scream ripped from your throat each stroke enhancing the high.

He pulled back, stopping while trembling took over. He looked at you waiting for confirmation that he could pull out, you gave a small tender nod staring at him. Echo withdrew himself moaning your name loudly, he carefully took off the attachment the over stimulation of it causing his head to hurt. He sat back on his feet observing you trying to get his shaky breathing under control. Echo saw the smile and glow spreading across your face, your hand reaching out for him still wanting feel him. I'm the luckiest man in the galaxy right now. He down resting his head on his hand letting the scomp trail down the side of your face and body making you shiver. It was at that moment Echo finally feeling more confident that you were genuinely into him. "So beautiful," he breathed his lungs barely keeping up.

You reach over and stroked his face, watching him shutter at the contact but still lean into it. He's one of a kind, passionate, dutiful and hardworking. I know duty to the war will always come first but this moment his duty was to me alone. "Why did you take it off?" Your voice shaky but curious.

"To much stimulation," he managed to get out looking at it finally noticing how covered it was in you, top to bottom covered in slick and small webbings of your orgasm, he groaned but it was low and nearly animal. He grabbed his head harder trying to control himself but the look you gave him with half closed doe eyes and parted lips knew that was a battle he already lost. He put his face back between your legs, starving and greedy for whatever was left. He quickly shoved his tongue in, your hips shoving themselves towards his mouth. His tongue searched every millimeter in you could reach trying to taste what was left like a man who hasn't drunk water in a mouth. He brought his thumb to your clit feeling it engorge and pulsate, growing redder with his touch. He gently circled it trying to coax more out of you, picking up speed the more of your slick dripping onto his tongue. He moaned into you before pulling his tongue relaxing it with finger going to the spongy spot on top. Echo's eyes were ravenous for you, not wanting anything to cover your lips so everyone could hear his pride when he sent you over the edge, "I want to hear my name echo off the walls when you cum," he winked. He felt your pussy start riding his fingers, your hips shaking and your hands grabbing the pillow under your bed, "Harder?" he panted, the delicious whimper was answer enough. His fingers kept dancing over the spot, harder and faster like he was in a race against a virus trying to shut it down before it corrupted the system except it was you and it was a race to see how hard he could make you cum for him.

Your insides were burning, every inch of you melting into nothing but pleasure shaking. There was a sensation winding up you've never felt before, it was slightly uncomfortable but it promised the best thing thing you've ever felt before. I don't think I would have survived a night with him back then.

"Wh-at?" Your voice cut off with a moaned scream as it rushed over and rushed all over his hand.

Echo smiled as you soaked his hand, your pussy practically shoving out his fingers. He saw how pruned they were his smile intensifying. He leaned down and kissed across your pubic bone, "I'll find a towel, I'll be right back."

Your were seeing stars and your vision was funny, you barely registered what he was saying until you felt his warm hand on your leg gently lifting you and placing a towel under you blotting at the mess he made you make on your bed. He trailed kisses up your legs, leaving two very passionate marks on each of your inner thighs making you cry again. He continued working up leaving marks here and there watching the glazing on your eyes with self satisfaction, leaving two more on each side of your throat feeling your heart beat lurch.

"Again?" His voice husky and sinful.

"Fuck me," you said the high still tingling down your body.

He quickly reattached the piece and slammed it in with his body weight behind it, your name ripped from his throat in a growl. He wasn't gently with his thrust, his need for you ripping his restraint from him. The simple command driving him wild. "How's this," he growled shoving it in, ripping it out and shoving it back in. Your nails dug into his back piercing the skin and holding him there. You stared into the golden eyes, the lust, the need for you and the adoration in them. He needed this and he needed you that much was obvious but he needed to worship you and give you anything you wanted for making him feel complete again, human again. His thrust getting faster trying to pull you over the edge, his face flush and raggedly panting, he was utterly desperate for the feel of you around him, under him, touching him. You.

You wondered if this was real and if he was real. No one nor toy compared to how Echo made you feel. You unburied one hand from his back and brought it to the back of head pulling him closer desperately wanting to feel his breath on you and his scent. Every inch of him intoxicating and perfect, the roughness of his hands, the feel of his lips and the cut of his body. "Riye," the endearment came from your lips in the form of a needy moan, "I'm right here, Mesh'la" he moaned back, resting his forehead against yours, "only yours," slipped from his mouth. You tightened around him again; it was painful. The arousal of caused by those six little words driving you over the edge.

He wrapped his arm around you holding you closer spreading your legs further apart with his thighs chasing his release as you were riding out yours. He toppled over, he pressed his chest down and held himself against you shaking and holding your back closer to his, "I meant it," his voice shuddered. He felt your nails pull out of him and weakly tried to pull him closer, he smirked but pressed himself down a little more wondering if he was squishing you. He heard you make a happy hum, he looked at you; you're eyes were closed with the glow across your face and so vulnerable. Echo closed his eyes too, his eyelids starting to feel heavy. He peaked one eye open to look at the time keeper on the wall noticing it was second hour of the next rotation. His clung still hadn't caught up, "Do you want me to leave for the night?" he asked, a tinge of hurt his voice but understanding not wanting to be stuck with a near stranger in your most restful feel. Except to him it felt like he knew you his whole life, "please stay," he heard you whisper back. He kissed your forehead, "let me tell the squad I'll see them later," he said gently removing himself from you.

"Havoc Four checking in," he said quietly trying to disturb you.

"Enjoying yourself Corporal?" Hunter leered at him.

"Yes, Serge. Rendezvous later, I'm staying here to sleep."

"Send me a report-" He heard Tech say with an audible thump to what sounded like the back of his head, "Nevermind."

"I'll see both of you at the ship later," Hunter added shutting off the com.

Echo sent the device next to his side of the bed on the floor before crawling into bed, pulling you close wondering what Hunter meant.

"Echo.." you whispered.

"Yes?"

"I'm glad you stayed."

"I'm yours," he whispered kissing your forehead, "Go to sleep Mesh'la."

You hummed scooting into him and closing your eyes, enjoying the sensation of him against. Echo's mind as reeling however and took him awhile to get to sleep. He was worried about leaving you, when he'd get see you again, if you still felt the same way about him in the morning, and wondering what Hunter meant. Right when he was finally getting to sleep he felt you stirring slowly wiggling your way out of his arms. He pretending not to notice but let you go. Quietly you tipped toed your way to refresher to relieve yourself and to the kitchen drinking some water to help soothe the dryness in your throat before carefully putting yourself back in his arms. You smiled realizing he was feigning sleep and you choose to let him continue, besides whispering how you felt about him and he elected to whisper it back realizing you weren't going to change your mind in the morning.

You woke to the smell of food, you felt around the bed confused the spot where Echo was empty but still barely warm. Wiping the sleep from your eyes you stood up noticing his clothes were still on the floor so you didn't bother covering up as you found him in the kitchen.

"So domestic, trooper," you laughed, "Good morning," you said putting your arms around his waist.

"Figured I'd make breakfast as an apology, I was a little rough last night."

You did notice how sore your legs and pussy was, "I enjoyed it. Wouldn't mind it again before we left."

"So you want to come?" he asked, his eyebrow raised and his voice layered with concern, "I can't promise or guarantee your safety."

"That's what Hunter meant?" You asked.

"Yeah I asked him what he meant when I woke up," he stopped what he was doing, "You don't have too," his voice dropped a couple octaves but finished the food he was making.

He plated both of them in silence, "We're stopping at 79's again before we leave so we're out of Tech's way for maintenance. You don't have to decide now," he added just as quietly, gently pulling you off of him and setting you on the kitchen stool with the plate food.

"Echo..." you said grabbing his waist and pulling him back, "Fark the food. Talk to me."

He wrapped his arms around you resting his chin on your head, "Did you mean what you said last night?"

"Yes. Did you?"

"Yes..."

"Then you know I'm going. Damned if I don't and damned if I do, but I'll be with you and that's all that matters to me."

"I love you, Mesh'la."

"I love you too, Riye," you smiled feeling him release you taking the seat next to you, both of you smiling through every bite. You scooted your seat next to him wrapping your arm around his scomp arm holding it close, "Maybe a little more fun before we go?" you said suggestively.

"Yes, Ma'am," he said picking you up mid bite, "unless you want to finish eating?" he said stopping at the doorway.

"You better finish what you started, Corporal or you might get the punishment," flicking your fingers to his sensitive spots, a small noise escaped his throat.

"You do know how to turn on a cyborg," he smiled not realizing what he said until you stopped, "what?"

"Cyborg?" wrapping your arms around his neck and flipping your legs down and around his waist holding yourself up until he moved his scomp arm under your butt.

"I mean I am," he said placing his thumb on your chin and his index finger under your chin pulling you down towards him, "but I am YOUR man," he emphasized kissing you deeply, "Now, this man has to finish what he started." He guided both of you to the bed laying you down under, he stuck two fingers into his mouth before letting them trail down and him worked his mouth down your chest taking your bosom into his mouth. Echo used his lips and pulled on it, working his fingers around your clit and pushing gently on the hood.

"Kark," you mumbled with a hitched breath.

He spun his tongue around feeling it get harder, "Enjoy that?" he said visibly letting the tip his tongue press on it.

"I like everything you do to me," you smiled putting your hand back on him, "but come up here and kiss me, you'll get results quicker."

The kiss was deep, passionate but still yearning. Echo let his teeth tug at your lip. He smiled when he felt how wet you were getting, he moved his fingers to your slit and groaned as his fingers glided in without even trying. Echo let out a gasp as he felt you connecting his attachment, "That was..." he felt the last connector attach, "hot-." He felt you stroking him, "Mesh'la-." His breathing hitched as you started stroking him harder.

You pushed him back on his heels as you continued to stroke him, while wiggling your way out from under him. You pushed him back where he was sitting up leaning against the back board. You saw the surprised look face when you grabbed both of his hands and held them at his sides, "No touching for this one, that's your punishment." Understanding flickered across his face, his lips parted to say something but your mouth was already on him and the way he bucked slightly into your mouth told you that the programming for it was very realistic. You smiled as you started bobbing your head on it. Oh he did wash it off. It was kind of straining to keep his hands in place but it was a fun challenge.

Echo's head went back, the programming wasn't quiet perfect but it still felt incredible. He felt your mouth eagerly working him up and down, and felt when you sucked your checks in for more of a grip on him. He knew he was putty in your hands with no control, he looked down to see you watching him. He couldn't help the moan that it escaped him. You made a happy hmm which sent a small vibration through his cock, "Fuck," he panted. He knew that's where he messed up against you do it again but longer causing him to thrust into your mouth, "please let me touch you," he panted huskily looking into your eyes.

You pulled your mouth off but let your tongue trail up the attachment, "What do I get if I let you off your punishment early?" you leered him putting your mouth back on him with force feeling that he was close.

"Fuck- ah- fuck-" he groaned his head going back, "Fine, then it's my turn," he growled giving in.

You hummed more tightening your lips around him, feeling his leg start to quiver and seeing his core start twitching. His cock muffled the sound of your moan at seeing him so in peace about himself and pleasured. His hands fought against you but eventually gave in and stopped. You took him as deep as your gag reflexed allowed coaxing him to the climax, letting your tongue stroke him as you bobbed. You managed to look up right in time to see the wave hit him. You licked up him but pulling off of him not understanding yet how the overstimulation worked.

After you finally removed your hands, he reached out and grabbed your hips and dropped you on him. His mind and body were stilling but the sensation of him in you while enjoying the pleasure coursing threw him. He moaned but smiled at the shock on your face. It was sloppy but he pushed you back very shakily, "Your punishment?" he breathed kissing your throat, "pleasure," he said peppering more kisses down your body trying to catch his breath. He grabbed the second pillow and used it to prop your butt up putting your legs on his shoulders pressing your slowly legs towards your shoulders and coming down closer to you, "and more pleasure." He felt your wall stretch around him, adjusting to taking him at this angle. You squirmed under him seeing the glint in his big golden eyes just how much he was enjoying this.

Every nerve in your body was tingling, Echo was hitting every spot as he thrusted in you, his pelvis grinding your clit every time he came down. The intensity of his thrust made your mind melt. Your mind couldn't make sense of anything he was attempting to say, your head was completely empty and you were just coasting. Dizzy and drunk on his touch. Every thrust made you expand to be able to fit him.

Echo's hips were passionately rolling against yours, frantically pounding you shaking the bed and wall in the process. Once he finally got his eyes to focus he stared at you, seeing your head lolled back into the pillow with your eyes heavily glazed over. He tenderly touched your face slowly down a little, "Do I lose you," he asked.

"Dizzy..." you mumbled reeling.

"I'll take care of you, Mesh'la," he smiled sitting up bringing his thumb to your engorged bits. He watched as both pleasured and his name was ripped from you, "always," he removing his hand, and dropping your legs off his shoulder chasing the neurological overload that he knew was coming. He collapsed making sure he landed next to you. Echo's senses faded out.

The world was still pounding in your ears you could barely hear anything except the faintest sound of Echo's voice, "I love you," and "and I you." Apparently both of you passed out to wake to pounding at the door you looked to see Echo still wasn’t fully conscious, you threw his black shirt on and it was long enough to cover all of the sensitive bits.

“Someone better be dead,” you muttered opening the door to two of his squad mates standing there gawking, “Yes?”

“You two are late, punctually late,” the man in the googles said staring straight ahead no looking at you, “but I can observe why.”

Hunter handed you two small injectors, “each of you take one, we’ll wait out here,” smirking at the bruising around your throat and the strong smell of arousal.

You stared at the objects in his hand but took them, Echo finally sitting up holding his relay system. His eyes flicked up and offered his hand out for the them. He took it and shoved it in his neck injecting it, “Let me-“ he started attempting to offer to do yours but you did yours without hesitations, “I think you’ll fit in.” He said noticing you in his shirt, “I was wondering where that was.” He said standing up feeling the effects of the adrenaline flushing him out and waking him up. Echo took the shirt off of you giving you kisses in exchange. Both of you quickly stepped into the shower scrubbing each other with minimal funny business. Your heart felt like it was going to explode but you moved around frantically getting dressed, brushing your teeth and giving him the new spare one. Fully dressed both of you meet the other two in the hall.

Echo coughed awkwardly, “Hunter and that’s Tech, boys this is Y/N.”

“I assume the attachment was adequate, I have two other ones in progress. Although I WILL need that report,” Tech said nonchalantly walking away.

Echo scowled at him, “You’ll get your report,” his voice returning to normal roughness, “but yes it was ‘adequate’.”

Your face was red, “You’ll have to get use to it, there is absolutely no privacy because I will hear, see and smell everything,” Hunter said.

“Clone Force 99 was made little different,” Echo said taking your hand, “Straight to the ship, Serge?”

“No, Tech has to forge some records,” Hunter said looking at you, “So we’ll be heading to 79’s still.”

It was quiet the rest of the way there until the four of you walked in. The larger clone you saw with them last night was waiting and so was the one they called Crosshair. He stuck a tooth pick in his mouth and headed inside. Echo walked up with you to the counter, kissing your cheek before heading back to conversant with his squad.

Arthur looked smug, “going?”

“A once in a life time opportunity came out.”

“If you wanted to use toys in bed you could have just said that,” a trooper to your right said staring at Echo, “also a dead trooper looks better then that pale un-human mess,” he added.

“I’m borrowing this for a minute,” you said grabbing the serving tray and knocking the trooper out of his seat and hitting him the throat with his, “You’re going to choke on your words for the next fifteen seconds. You’ll be fine,” you said putting the tray back on the counter, “hopefully,” you mumbled when Arthur filled it full of drinks.

“He’s just pointing out the obvious, he’s anatomically defective. No longer fit for duty. A broken clone,” another trooper said said.

Arthur handed you a tray so you would waste the drinks, “I have Block toss them out to sober up” he said watching you chuck the tray at him.

“I think that’s what Arthur meant said when he said she’d been an asset. Doesn’t miss and doesn’t take any lip from the regs,” Hunter chuckled.

You hummed your way to the table where they were sitting, gawking at the two troopers being dragged away. “They made fun of Echo,” you said kissing his cheek, “called him anatomically defective and not fit to serve. I thought choking on their own words were ironic enough.”

“I have you to thank for teaching me I’m not,” Echo said grabbing your face and kissing you.

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[starwarsloverpizza]

Echo: I feel like doing something stupid, reckless, and dangerous

Y/N: I'm all three, do me

Echo: What?

Y/N: What?

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[webslinger-holland]

All Grown Up | Hunter from The Bad Batch

Summary: Many years after Tantiss and after having settled down in Pabu, Hunter struggles to watch his eldest to go off and join the rebellion. He returns home to the comfort of family awaiting him.

Warning: SPOILERS FROM SEASON 3 FINALE BELOW THE CUT, Omega refers to the reader as her mum (though not biological), mentions of old age, other children are briefly mentioned, slightly suggestive, and just good old fashioned tears

Pairing: Hunter x Fem!Reader

Type: Oneshot

Word Count: 1.8k

The gleam of the  silvery moon pierced through the dark blue skyline. The cool summer breeze swept through the entirety of the island, caressing wooden chimes hanging outside homes. The crickets were out singing songs to each other. The warm yellow light twinkled in the homes of many who where still awake during the late hours of the night.

With one last look of the island, Omega began making her way across the sandy beaches. She listened to the sound of the waves crashing gently against the shoreline; her shoes leaving prints behind in the sand. A few light breezes swept the loose strands of hair out of her face. She made her way into the lower caves of the island.

Coming up over the rocks, Omega's gaze landed on the spot in which her ship was docked. She neared one of the many generators in the cave, kneeling down and flicking the switch on. The warm light that radiated from the generator brightened her face and signaled the other generators to illuminate the rest of the cave.

A low bark sounded near one of the other generators. She lifted her head and smiled to herself, knowing that it was Batcher calling out to her. She briefly spotted another figure looming and sitting beside the old lurca hound, causing her heart to clench slightly in her chest.

Slowly, Omega made her way over to the both of them. The gangplank of her ship opened to reveal Gonky waiting for her. She rounded the side of the rocks, coming up behind the two.

"Thought you could just sneak off?" Hunter questioned as he stared off towards the entrance of the cave. The corners of his lips tugged into a gentle smile. "Time hasn't dulled all my senses," Hunter reminded her.

She lowered herself to sit down right beside him, watching him carefully with a hint of nervousness behind her eyes. She didn't say anything at first, but she had a feeling he was about to give her one of his famous talks. Sure enough, Omega was right about that.

"Your mother would have woken up worried sick about you, wondering where you’d gone off to this time," Hunter stated. His eyes focused on his hands that where clasped together.

"This shouldn't be a surprise. I talked with mum about this a lot," Omega defended herself.

Her words pained him slightly. In the more recent years, Omega had found herself seeking the advice of her mother more often than him. It had a lot to do with her age; having questions about womanhood that her mother was more than willing to explain. If Omega had gone to Hunter, the conversation would have just turned more awkward than anything. And sometimes, she was afraid to ask him in fear that he'd shoot her down pointblank.

It wasn't a surprise because he had heard some of their conversations late at night when the others had gone to bed. He recalled one conversation that happened just last week. She'd said something along the lines of: "Mum? What were the Clone Wars like?" Her mother proceeded to tell her what it was like to be a field medic during the height of the war. That, despite all the bad things, Y/n had found her purpose in life and wanted to help the war cause by tending to soldiers on the field.

Hunter just really wished she hadn't said that because they wouldn't be here now if she had.

"The Rebellion needs pilots now more than ever," Omega told him. She always had that drive to help others; she was so much like her mother in that way. "I made my choice, Hunter. I want to do more."

"And we want to keep you safe," Hunter countered. He finally turned to look at her. The worry was so evident behind those beaming eyes.

His strong sense of overprotectiveness was starting to show. It almost reminded her of what he used to be like when she was much younger: how he never wanted her to go on missions and how he'd force her to stay behind on the ship. She appreciated his concern, but it wasn't needed now.

"You have, but I'm not a kid anymore." Omega weakly smiled at him. She placed her hand on her chest. "You don't have to worry about me."

He wasn't satisfied with this, slowly turning away once again. He lowered his gaze to stare down at the ground. She continued to watch his movements carefully, wondering what he was thinking about in that moment.

"You're our kid, Omega. You always will be," Hunter said plainly. She smiled at this.

"You’ve got your own kids to worry about now," Omega chuckled slightly. She thought about her three siblings, figuring that they'd be fast sleep in their beds right about now and dreaming about things far beyond this galaxy.

"And you all make me feel like an old man," Hunter huffed with a playful smile.

"Well, you kinda are." Omega teased him by bumping into his shoulder.

When he turned his head towards the light, Omega was able to see just how much time had changed his appearance. His beard had grown out and his hair was sprinkled with grey. She saw the crows feet that bunched around his eyes when he smiled.

He was frail too. He wasn't able to play with his kids as much since last summer when he injured his back. He just moved a little slower now and wasn't able to do any heavy work around the house. He couldn't even remember how long it had been since they settled on Pabu all those years ago.

Pabu was home. Omega had grown up here. His other kids were born on the island. His family and his life was here. He wanted nothing more than to keep it that way. But Omega was moving onto newer things.

"Hunter," Omega sighed. She scooted a little closer to him and placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder. "You've all fought enough. This...is my fight. I'm ready."

Slowly, Omega rose to stand to her feet. He watched her move away from him with so much worry and concern in his eyes. He now realized that she wasn't his little girl anymore. She was all grown up and ready to have adventures of her own.

"Yeah. I know you are," Hunter sighed to himself. His lips curved into a soft smile. He shook his head slightly. "But I'm not."

Now, Hunter stood to his feet in a slow manner. His strength wasn't like it used to be. She didn't hesitate to step forward and embrace him in a tight hug. He wrapped his arms around her, resting his chin against her shoulder. When they pulled away, Omega placed her hands on his shoulders. She sent him a warm encouraging smile.

"Say goodbye to the others for me," Omega requested. She didn't need to give names because he knew she was talking about her brothers, her siblings, and her mother. He gave a single nod of the head before gesturing towards her ship.

"Off you go," Hunter had finally let her go.

By the time Hunter had gotten home, he was little surprised to see one of the lights on from his view on the street. He climbed the steps of the porch, opening the door as quietly as possible so he didn't wake the kids. His gaze landed on the familiar figure sitting in one of the living room chairs. He closed the door behind him.

"Hey," Hunter called out softly. He took a few strides towards her, kneeling down beside the armchair. He gently grabbed her hand and brought it to his lips, kissing the back of it. "How come you're still awake?"

"I could ask you the same thing," Y/n scolded him slightly. There was a twinge of annoyance in the tone of her voice. "I wake up to an empty bed and a daughter missing."

"Ah, yes. About that..." Hunter's voice trailed off. He quickly avoided her gaze and wondered how he was going to break the news to his wife. But his silence gave it away.

"She's gone, isn't she?" Y/n said rather sorrowfully.

He nodded silently in response. He fought against the tears that gathered in the corners of his eyes, but the light from the lamp illuminated them perfectly. She went to cup his cheek and sent him a weak smile.

"It was bound to happen some day," Y/n tried to reason with him. She shook her head at the notion. "She couldn't stay your little girl forever."

"No," Hunter agreed. "She couldn't. She's all grown up now."

Ever so slowly, Hunter rose to his feet alongside her. He took her spot in the chair before gently guiding her down to sit in his lap. He went to drape her legs over his lap and have them hang over the side of the chair. She wrapped an arm around his neck and leaned down to rest her head against his shoulder. He cradled her gently in his grasp.

The two parent's gazes fell on the wall where each of their children's height had been marked over the years to show their growth. There were countless tallies and dates, including both of his brothers' and the lurca hound's. They studied each mark as a reminder of how much each of their kids had grown over the years.

But Hunter's sights were stuck on a rather faded mark on the wall. He remembered the day like it was only yesterday. He loved seeing how excited Omega was to have her height marked on the wall; how Omega tried to stand as tall as she could while he used a pencil to mark it. Then, seeing over the years, her tallies had grown until she was basically his height.

"They're all growing up so fast," Y/n said with a hint of sadness in her voice.

"Maybe it's our sign to have another one," Hunter joked. She sent him a warning glare so he pressed a little further. "Come on. The littlest ones about five years old now. We're due for another."

"I told you I am done having babies. We've had three; that's a good number," Y/n swiftly shut down the idea of having another little one. She could think of a million reasons why that wouldn't pan out great. "We're getting too old for this. And with your bad back..."

"I know. I know. You don't have to remind me," Hunter chuckled softly, just loving how flustered she had gotten while talking about having a kid again. He pressed a gentle kiss to her check to calm her nerves.

The two of them swayed slightly in the rocking chair, basking in each other's presence. Their eyes set on the wall. The house's memories over the years came flooding back to them. The children's laughter was an ever present sound that brought the purest form of joy.

Their eldest daughter was all grown up now and out of the house. They remembered every single memory they made with her over the course of the past couple years. She had drastically changed their lives, but all for the better. And they wouldn't change a single thing.

LITERALLY AM OBSESSED WITH THAT FINAL SCENE OF OMEGA AND HUNTER. HAD TO WRITE MY OWN VERSION AND I HOPE YOU LIKE IT.

#the bad batch #star wars #the clone wars #tbb hunter #tbb hunter x reader #tbb hunter x y/n #tbb hunter x you #tbb hunter fluff #tbb hunter angst #crosshair #echo #wrecker #tech #omega #tbb hunter x fem!reader #the bad batch season 3 spoilers #the bad batch spoilers #the bad batch finale

[rusmii]

𝐇𝐞𝐲𝐚' 𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐆𝐢𝐫𝐥! - n. chuuya

[Includes] gym buddy!chuuya x fem!reader

[Anon requested]. . . saw you mentioned gym buddy!chuuya and want you to elaborate pls🙏🙏🙏

[Cws] NORMAL AU, flirting, first meeting, slow romance, chuuya is down bad, a very cocky and smug chuuya who teases reader, strong chuchu, chuuya and his weird high school stories, use of petnames (pretty girl, shortcake), gym terms I'm sorry guys

[Syp] When all goes wrong with your ex, you decide to take your ass to the gym to relieve some stress. As you struggled to lift the bar, you meet a very handsome redhead who you quickly grew fond of.

The bar was stacked with 15s — brimmed up till the bar was almost 2x its weight. You suck a breath in. The bar was almost as intimiding as being alone in the woods at night. Gripping the bar, you prepare your arms as your hands adjust to it.

'Here goes nothing,' thought you when your arms finally lifted the bar off its rack. The heavy weight slowly cruising its course onto you as you brought the bar up; arms barely even able to withstand the weight.

You sat up once you heard the metals clinking — sweat accumulating around your forehead and upper body as you chugged down a huge portion of water. You'd probably have to refill it later after this set but you didn't mind.

"Alright..." You say under your breath, "Let's do another one." With self encouragement, you lay back down on the bench and adjust your grip to the bar. You contemplated doing close grip, but figured that you should do normal if you were doing heavier weights.

As you lifted the bar into the air, sudden adrenaline pumped you up. You managed to do about three reps before you felt your arms start shaking — its movement caused the bar to sway.

"Oh fuck - " You cursed, feeling immediate regret once you hit your fourth one. Your arms are struggling to carry the bar back into its place; the arrogant mentality you carried with yourself into the gym finally caught up to you.

Okay.. Maybe a spotter really was needed — Was what raced through your mind as you were about to give in and wait for someone to pass by and help put the bar back onto the rack.

You scrunched your face, preparing for the bar to hit your face or any part of your body for the matter, but what should have been a broken bone or something sprained came two very veiny hands pulling the bar up and placing it onto the rack.

When you cracked an eye open, you were met with a head blocking the bright white lights; their face met yours with a smile. "Need a spotter?" His voice questions you — oh dear, it was so deep and sort of raspy, you're kinda digging it.

"Uh - actually.. Yeah! If that doesn't bother you..?" You sat up and returned his smile. "Not at all," the stranger chuckles a bit before handing you an unopened water bottle. "Drink up first, and rest for about five minutes." He paused and looked at your chosen weights.

"And maybe replace those 15s with 10s." Another tip point. You nodded your head and took the bottle from him as he went around the rack to grab some 10s. "Saw how you almost did five reps of 105. That's pretty impressive for someone new here." The praise was out of nowhere, and you felt your ego being stroked by said man.

"Thanks. How much do you lift?" It was your turn to ask him questions — the stranger paused his movements for a moment before returning his response, "Just about past 450. If we're talking about benching, though, I'd say about... between 325 and 345." Holy shit — He was strong as hell.

"What?" He smirks, a teasing indication in his tone. "This your first time hearing those numbers?" — "No!" You instant reply him, and he threw his hands into the air whilst holding the two 10s. "Kay', kay' I'm just kiddiiin' !" A fake apology came from him, and you felt the need to kick him in the shins. "What? Come on, don't give me that look," he comments on your scowl as he replaces the plates from your bar.

After he was finished putting the last barbell clip on, he pats the plates. "Two 10s and two 15s should suffice if four 15s were too much." You nod your head again, placing the water bottle next to the bench as you readied yourself. "Remember, lift when your nervous system isn't weak," he adds. "Yeah, I know. Thank you."

His body was above yours, arms ready to catch the bar whenever you needed him to. "You ready?" Sucking in a breath, you nod your head again, "Yeah, yeah - I think I am." He gave you an uncertain look as you adjusted the bar and lifted it, but he decided against expressing it.

Counting by 4's, you kept a steady rhythm — having already hit the seventh rep. "Damn girl, I just know you won your school fights," he jokes, grinning when he sees your lips upturn. "I wish," you scoffed, "Never got into one. I'm a rule sucker."

He laughs at your last statement, "Well shit - first meeting you, and I'm already the worst of us two." Your brows furrow with your grin still plastered on your face. "Oh god.. I don't even know wanna know what kind of kid you were back in high school."

"Oh, trust me. I wouldn't either." His smile was just as big as yours by now.

"What kind of shit kid were you back then?" You ask this time, and he tuts at you. "Thought you didn't wanna know?~"

"Got me curious now," you huffed as the stranger helped you rack the bar — using your hands to prop yourself up. "Well..." He says, making you turn your body around to face him. "Where should I start? Hmmm..." He starts tapping a foot with crossed arms. "Start from anywhere!" You urged, now suddenly interested in this strangers life.

"Alright! Hmm... Let's start with how I attempted to clean the schools urinals and accidentally made mustard gas?"

"How the fuck did you do that!?" You stared at him with a wild expression on your face. But judging from how he was laughing at your reaction told you that this probably wasn't the worst of it all. "Urinals? Bleach? Y'know - pee and bleach?" He punctuated every word slowly. "I know that! just..- how?? Did boys at your school miss that badly?" He shook his head, "Naah... it was more like.. the urinals were clogged with piss and nobody knew until the whole school started feelin' funky."

Your mouth was agape. No way their students didn't know about the clogged urinals. "Did you know about it?" You asked him. "Of course I did! That's the whole reason why I got sentenced to cleaning smoothie pisses — shit was foaming bubbles." He shudders at the memory of every single urinal bubbling different shades of yellow.

"And you got sentenced to.. that because you knew?" You giggle — the stranger scratched the back of his head. "Well, yeah, that's part of the reason. The main reason was me threatening to shove a students face down the urinals because I knew they were pissed filled," he shrugged his shoulders.

"Geez - couldn't you have started from the beginning?"

"You said from anywhere!"

"Yeah - anywhere in the beginning!" You argued. "That was somewhere in the beginning! Freshman year," he argued back. "I don't even want to question what you did to start this streak," you covered your ears, preventing any weird comments from being heard.

The stranger gave you a toothy grin, leaning on the bar as he looked down at you. "A lot," he said. "Wasn't the best student to partner with either.."

"I bet," you sigh, getting off the bench and walking around the rack to where the stranger was. "You gonna bench?"

"Nah, gonna do that tomorrow. Today was legs," he replied and stepped aside to make room for you. "Oh? So, did you come over just to talk to me?" You give him a teasing smile, his expression faltering for just a second before his usual smirk donned his face again.

"Maybe. Maybe not. You're cute, and I like your spunk," was his response before he started walking to his, presumably, original area.

That got the organ in your chest thumping — first, he strokes your ego, and then he confesses to that? Also, who just shares their personal life experience to a stranger just like that?? Certainly that guy of course..

Before you could stop yourself, you felt your lips move on its own, "Wait!" The strange man stopped in his tracks and turned around waiting for you to speak. "What's your name?" His eyes widened a bit, the explosive spark of life now more visible to you. "Chuuya," Chuuya answers your question — his name reminding you of expensive Egyptian silk and red wine by the fireplace.

"[Name]," you say back — your name reminding him of something he's been hyperfiaxted on for years. [Name]... "As expected from a pretty girl," he compliments you as a goodbye, and just like that, his back is now facing you as his figure becomes smaller and smaller.

The next day, you made your way to your usual bench. The moment you stepped into the building, all your thoughts rushed over to Chuuya and whether he was in the gym today or not. Does he even workout everyday like you do?

Your questions and prayers were answered when you came across the same handsome redhead from yesterday, racking plates onto his bar.

You made your way over to him and leaned against the metal pole. "Stealing spots, Mr. Chuuya?" Said man pulled an earbud out of his ear when he thought he heard someone talking to him. He turned his head and smiled when he saw you, "Heya' shortcake! Wanna spot me while I bench?"

"Shortcake?" You scoffed. "Why? What's wrong with it?" Chuuya asks, sitting down on the bench and waiting for you to get behind the rack. Him? Calling you SHORTcake out of all people? Yeah, nu uh. You'd very much prefer being cat called by a tall man rather than being nicknamed SHORTcake by a guy suffering from dwarfism.

"What happened to my nickname from yesterday?" You huffed angrily and stalked over to the head of the bar. That took Chuuya by suprise, "Huh? What nickname?" He was genuinely confused by the lack of hints or context behind your question. "You know."

"I do?"

"Ohhhnn - just forget it!" You groan. It wasn't until he took a glance at your face did he get reminded of your beauty — Absolutely blindsided by your gracious presence has him fawning over your little agitated face. 'How pretty,' he thought.

Two warm hands place themselves on top of yours, Chuuyas warm expression there to match it. "Heya' pretty girl, care to spot for me while I bench?"

made by @churuai DONT STEAL >:((

comments and rbs appreciated <3<3

taglist (free to join!) : @luvan1 @evilchuya @asqmi @squigglewigglewoo @liviash

#this is all coming out of my weight lifting knowledge from high school 10th grade #anyways i need ppl to talk to pls be my friend anybody *echoes* #chuuya x reader #chuya x reader #chuuya x you #chuuya x y/n #bsd x reader

[popquizhot-shot]

Headcanon: Miguel has episodes where he becomes animalistic when he goes too long without his medication bc of his dna being 50% spider. He isolates himself not to hurt anyone. Mini Miguel finds him during one of his episodes but the spider part of him sees mini Miguel as its baby and doesn’t hurt her. It’s very nurturing to mini Miguel 🥹

BESTIE-

Oh my gosh imagine the fear in Miguel when he goes into one of these episodes, the terror he’d feel when mini Miguel approached him, but then the relief when all he felt was love. How he felt normally when looking at her, but now this feeling was intensified and you were his literal baby.

Imagine he’d hug you so hard and you’d just be in this cocoon of warmth, meanwhile lylas just dying because this is so cute.

He’d probably tear up a bit and he’d sit cross cross apple sauce and you’d just stroke his hair, knowing you’d never speak of this when he was normal because that was the relationship between the two of you.

#mini miguel<33 #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel o'hara #miguel o’hara x y/n #echo has answered

[echoingspectrum]

𝐴𝑐𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝐴𝑙𝑡𝑟𝑢𝑖𝑠𝑚

𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑑𝑖𝑡: 𝑦𝑒𝑢𝑟𝑖𝑒 ( 𝑡𝑤𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟 )

Stars are often portrayed as one's fate beyond the celestial atlas⏤guiding a mortal soul through the vast expanse of life, as though they roamed across the universe with its flickering light.

Naturally, we follow the path that our fate has destined. As we navigate through the twists and turns of our story, the stars serve as a constant reminder of the interconnectedness of all things. Even if the happenings are not what we wish to arise.

Storm clouds raged over the seas, casting dark clouds over the once tranquil waters. Howling winds whipped through the air. The turbulent waves crashed against the shore, mirroring the turmoil within Xianzhou.

A calamity has befallen the land, disrupting the harmony that once reigned. The people of Xianzhou now find themselves grappling with uncertainty and distrust as they struggle to rebuild what was lost.

But can it really ever be the same again?

On the shore of Scalegorge Waterscape, two figures emerged from the depths, their presence adding to the already prevailing sense of unease.

A distant noise could be heard, growing louder with each passing moment.

Whimpered in displeasure as you struggled to defend yourself against a formidable entity with the capability of annihilating you with the flick of a finger. But you forbid this apprehension to loom over you in fear.

With breakneck speed, you failed to gather your thoughts, and you felt your whole lung collapse under the weight of the impending peril.

A hoarse gasp escaped the margin of your lips as you fully comprehended the conundrum you found yourself in. The awakening hit you like a ton of bricks, leaving you paralyzed with fear and uncertainty.

Your heart beats fast as your eyes meet with his peircing gaze; they seemingly glisten with an intensity that could pierce through steel.

His stature and hand firmly grasp your neck, sending a cold sensation down your spine as the grip tightens around your throat, making it difficult to breathe.

"D-Dan…Fe⏤!"

Finding it difficult to find your voice in the midst of the suffocating grip, you were suddenly slammed roughly to a pillar behind you, the impact causing a sharp pain to shoot through your body.

Saliva and a drip of blood spewed out of your mouth. Drips of blood made their way to his chiseled features, though he remained unfazed by your insatiable pain.

"Give up." His voice, low and menacing, echoed through the room as he towered over you. Gripping your throat even further before launching you to the side with ease.

"GAH!"

Ungracefully, you crashed onto the sandy terrain of the shore, where the thundering skies witnessed your feeble pursuit.

Struggled to catch your breath, the taste of saltwater mingles with the mettalic tang of blood in your mouth. You squinted over to the entity⏤ to the man you desperately want to save, but he stood there, seemingly unaffected by the chaos surrounding him.

His eyes, cold and calculating, betrayed no hint of emotion as he glanced the wreckage of what he'd done.

The storm continues to rage on, matching the inner conflict in your heart as you fought against the overwhelming urge to confront him and his unforgivable sins.

You clutched onto your throat as a response to the oppressive grip he had on you. Coughing and panting for air, you mustered the strength to speak. Your voice is firm yet tinged with fear.

"D-Dan Feng!…" you called out. Heart thumping in your chest. "…why? Why did you do this?"

A question he wishes not to answer It's a haunting reminder of what he had done, a constant echo of his own guilt.

The weight of his actions hung heavy in the air, suffocating both of you in its presence. He hesitated, searching for words that could never fully justify his betrayal.

"Tell me." Standing across him, the turbulent waves surround him. You stood your ground, seeking answers you needed to hear. From him alone.

You block the dark noises that engulf your mind. The silence stretches between you, as if time itself is holding its breath. "I wanted to know if what you did was truly worth losing everything you had."

The roaring wind went silent as a breeze whipped through your hair as you waited for his response, the tension between you growing with each passing moment.

He closed his eyes, pausing to gather his thoughts.

The weight of his sins hung heavy in the air, palpable and suffocating. Reflecting on his choices, he knew he would never turn back from the path he had chosen.

But from what he's done, was it really all that wretched?

Even he has to sacrifice himself for the one he cherishes.

Was it worth giving up everything, including his own happiness?

"Yes and no." He finally spoke to you with great enigma, leaving you with countless questions after questions and after questions.

What does he mean by that? Does his sanity hang in the balance? What has he done that he considers both worth it and wretched?

The enigmatic response only deepens the mystery surrounding his actions and motives.

"What do you mean by that?" You said, your eyes widening in bewilderment. Tears threatened to spill from your eyes as you desperately sought answers, but his enigmatic smile remained unchanged.

"I cannot fully explain it to you," he replied cryptically. "There are things I have done, sacrifices I have made, that weigh heavily on my conscience. Yet, in the grand scheme of things, they were necessary for a greater purpose."

"I chose this path." He took a step forward. This alerted you, and you took a step backward.

"Because I know the future will have you in it, even if it means I have to bear the burden of my actions alone."

His heart stops beating as he directs his gaze to the physician's eyes. Spheres swirled in fear, and uncertainty struck his heart like a dark abyss, smothering it with a cold embrace.

"What do you imply that she has a few days to live?" he whispered, his voice trembling with a mix of desperation and disbelief.

The physician's silence only deepened the sense of impending doom, leaving him to grapple with the devastating reality that time was running out for someone he held dear.

"My apologies, High Elder⏤ but I cannot provide false hope. The illness has progressed, and her condition is deteriorating rapidly."

The weight of those words settled heavily on him, forcing him to confront the painful truth that he had been desperately trying to avoid.

Dan Feng knew you have a weak heart⏤ yet you work for the Cloud knights ⏤ but he never anticipated that it would be this fragile.

As a long-lived species, the thought of losing you was unbearable, and he couldn't help but wonder if there was anything else that could be done to preserve you.

He already has, in numerous ways. And yet, different paths all lead to the same destination.

Life is such a fickle, unpredictable, and merciless thing in its ways. Like a flower dropping into a pond, its delicate petals floated on the water's surface, eventually succumbing to the depths of the void.

Despite his best efforts, Dan Feng couldn't escape the harsh reality that mortality was an inevitable part of existence. There was no escaping the cycle of life and death, no matter how much he wished for it.

It was a bitter pill to swallow.

But everything has a solution, and Dan Feng is determined to seek it. Regardless of the punishment, he will confront. He'll defy the natural order as to what it means to see your smile once more.

As a high act of treason against the laws of nature, Dan Feng would stop at nothing to find a way to bring you back from the clutches of impending death. 

He would challenge the very fabric of reality itself, risking everything he held precious in his quest for a second chance at your happiness.

Swiftly and painlessly, he knocked you to unconsciousness, blackening your vision almost immediately. Before your limp body sinks to the sandy shore, Dan Feng immediately catches your body and cradles you into his arms, to his warmth. 

Feeling your sweet weight against him, he realized this would be the last time he would embrace you before his trial began. 

As he held you close, his heart ached with the knowledge that his actions may have unintended consequences. Yet, fueled by love and desperation. Oh, how love can cause both great joy and immense pain.

His last whisper of endearment whisped through your unconscious self. 

A bittersweet taste lingered in the atmosphere. 

"I would rather break all the laws and face eternal damnation than to see you leave."

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[neon-junkie]

Y/N: How does it feel to be dating the most beautiful person in the galaxy? Wrecker: AMAZING!! INCREDIBLE!! I LOVE IT!! Tech: Words alone cannot describe the euphoric sensation that I get from sheerly being in your presence. Hunter: You really need me to pamper you again? Echo: Good. Really karking good! Crosshair: I don't know. Go and ask Hunter.

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