latinachiquita

BAD BATCH ENTHUSIAST

College girl who has an obsession with The Bad Batch , specifically Echo and Hunter ✨😗 18+

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latinachiquita

1 year ago

Could this be TECH?? Maybe 🤔

One reason that would discourage the theory: Crosshair was not successful because he (and CF 99) are known to be defective. It could be possible that Tech was was weak enough at the end of s2 to be brainwashed but who knows.

One reason that would encourage the theory: This operative SURVIVED heavy rocks on top of him, and managed to move heavy rocks easily. I think this is in reference to Tech when his femur was broken. He managed to overcome the pain and still fought.

If this was Tech, could he be unbrainwashed???

Who knows 😭

Kibo and Kisses

Taking a breather on a remote planet after working yet another job for Cid, Echo steals away with you for a moment.

Pairing: Echo x f!reader

Word count: 3.3k

Warnings: cuteness, sweetness, fluff, Echo is self-conscious but we love him, eavesdropping brothers, idiots in love, first kiss, pet names/nicknames, brief mention of Fives (who else was Echo going to learn some moves from?)

Translations: Uj’ika – kinda like ‘cupcake’

He was sweet behind all the gruffness and bad puns. If anything, it just added to his charm. War changed many men, and being kept prisoner, body altered without consent, and mind used to defeat your brethren? Yeah, that would undoubtedly change a man.

You wouldn’t think it, though, watching Echo listen intently to Omega’s story, laughing at the right moments and nodding to encourage her to continue. She only had a handful of stories, late-night tales Nala Se used to tell her back on Kamino, but she could remember them like the back of her hand, and once she grew tired of the boy’s war stories and the ones about your childhood, she would share hers.

You’d lost track of how long you’d been roaming the galaxy with Omega and the boys. Cid had insisted you accompany them on a mission, and that mission rolled to two and then to three…

Shaking your head fondly, a sigh slipped from between your lips. The Trandoshan had given you such a sly smile when she’d shoved you onto a ship with four charming men and a cute kid.

“He’s not going to disappear, you know.” Warmth blossomed in your chest as Hunter sat next to you on the crudely made wooden bench you’d fashioned shortly after landing two rotations ago on Yavin 4. While the boys had armour to protect their behinds from the damp grass, you and Omega didn’t have that luxury.

“Don’t know what you mean.” You lied, tilting your head to meet the Sergeant’s gaze, squinting a little as the setting sun dared to blind you.

“Mhm.” The corners of Hunter’s lips quirked up in amusement, but he refrained from pushing his point too far. Watching you moon over his brother from afar was adorable and frustrating that you were too stubborn and anxious to do anything about it. “What story is Omega telling this time?” He switched topics, noting how the tension melted slightly from your shoulders.

“You’re the one with the enhanced hearing, you tell me.” You rocked to the side, lightly nudging Hunter’s arm with your shoulder. You’d grown up with a brother, and though the war had taken him from you, it had also graced you with a few new ones.

Turning your gaze back to Echo and Omega, you waited as Hunter tuned in to their conversation. At first, his ability to eavesdrop from afar had caught you off guard, forcing you to switch to your mother tongue when quietly cussing anyone on the ship out. Still, you found amusement in using it to your advantage, twisting Hunter’s arm until he would eavesdrop on gossiping women in marketplaces or creepy men with lousy pick-up lines in cantinas.

“It’s not a Nala Se special.” He admitted, eyebrows rising closer to his hairline as Echo’s laughter filled the tiny clearing Tech had set the Marauder down in. “Did you tell someone that you prefer they take you for dinner before calling you names?”

The colour drained from your face, and your jaw slackened. “Oh no.” You squeaked, wide eyes watching the way Echo’s whole frame shook with laughter, while Omega grinned, oblivious to the true meaning behind the comeback you’d snapped at the rude market attendant the last time you’d touched down for supplies.

Turning your gaze to Hunter, his thinly veiled amusement had you stammering out an explanation. “A- A fruit vendor wasn’t looking where he was going. He walked into us. His goods went everywhere. He called me some choice names; I told him I preferred dinner beforehand – it slipped out before I could stop it. Oh, Maker, you think Omega knows what I meant?”

Allowing himself to chuckle at the horror on your face, Hunter stood, bringing a large hand down to land on your shoulder. “I hope not but try not to make such comments around the innocent child next time. I don’t think any of us are ready to have that talk with her yet.” He shook his head in disbelief, smile firmly in place as he retreated onto the ship.

“Omega.” You called out, desperately hoping to stop her from telling any more stories before she embarrassed you further.

Your voice drew the young girl’s attention, and with a quick wave of your hand, she came racing across the clearing, stopping right in front of you. Echo trailed behind her, his pace much more languid. “What is it?” Omega offered you a sweet smile, rocking on the spot with her hands locked behind her back.

“It’s getting dark, and we should head inside.” You gestured to the setting sun, which had dropped a little further towards the horizon since you’d first sat down to watch Omega and Echo.

Frowning, the young clone glared at the sun before returning her smile to you. “But you and Echo are out here with me.” She retorted, tampering down her grin as she watched Echo sit beside you on the bench, his knee lightly knocking against yours.

Grateful he couldn’t hear your heart hammering away at the physical contact, you bit down on the inside of your lip. “I know, but it’s bedtime.” You insisted. You tried to keep a routine for her, conscious that she was young and growing. Omega never skipped a meal, even if it meant you did on the quiet, and where possible, she got eight hours of sleep.

“I’m not tired.” Omega’s smile turned to a pout. She wasn’t ready for the evening to end.

“It’s been a long day. You’ll fall asleep as soon as you’re in bed and have Lula.” Echo chimed in, catching how your shoulders relaxed as he took the reins. He enjoyed that you mothered Omega, offering her one of the things that they had been deprived of. But he also knew how difficult it could be, especially when the child in question wasn’t your own. There were invisible boundaries to negotiate and rules to establish, but whenever he felt you might need a helping hand, he was more than willing to step up. Sometimes, it was good to remind himself that Omega was still a child, even if she was older than him and his brothers.

Shooting Echo a thankful smile, you returned your focus to the quiet girl before you. She looked to be contemplating Echo’s words. It was time for the big guns. “Besides, you’ll need plenty of energy if we’re going to track down a Ysalamiri tomorrow.”

Omega’s face lit up brighter than the suns of Tatooine. “We’re going to go and find one?” She gasped. When you’d landed, Tech had pulled out his datapad to research the planet. He’d found a list of native plants and animals, pointing out which ones to avoid. Omega had caught sight of the Ysalamiri and loved the non-threatening, furry creatures.

“Yep, so you’ll need your sleep. They’re fast and live in the trees, so we might need to do some climbing.” You explained, silently praying Hunter wasn’t actively listening to the conversation. He would have a fit if he knew you’d scramble amongst the branches, but it was part of a normal childhood.

“Will you come too, Echo?” Omega swung her wide gaze to her brother, pleading for him to join them.

Eyes widening as he was put on the spot, Echo stalled for a moment. He’d told Tech that he would help him perform maintenance on the ship in the morning, but was he about to give up the chance to explore with you? “Sure.” He decided, knowing he’d have to break the news to Tech. His brother could maintain the ship alone, but Echo didn’t want him to bear the weight alone. “I’d be more than happy to escort my favourite girls.” It slipped out before he could stop it, and he studiously kept his eyes on Omega, ignoring the weight of your soft gaze on his profile.

“I’ll go to bed then.” Omega declared, conceding with a grin that had you narrowing your eyes in her direction. What was going on in that young girl’s mind?

Opening his arms, Echo accepted Omega’s goodnight hug. It had taken a short while for him to grow accustomed to the action – a shoulder thump was the usual level of affection his brothers gave, and he was conscious that his cybernetics made everything uncomfortable and awkward. Sometimes he wondered if he could swap his scomp out for a proper arm and hand, but they didn’t have the credits or time to purchase and make such adjustments.

Omega threw herself into your arms after hugging her brother, giving you a tight squeeze before she bounded into the Marauder, leaving you with Echo.

“If you’d rather have a girl’s day tomorrow, that’s okay. I know you and Omega enjoy your time together.” Echo broke the momentary silence. As much as he wanted, no yearned, to join you tomorrow, he would respect your decision. You and Omega didn’t get much time to explore marketplaces or local fairgrounds together, and he would hate to take that from you.

“I’d love for you to come with us.” You stated, reaching up to tuck an errant strand of hair behind your ear.

Echo wasn’t entirely convinced. “You sure?” He gave you one last out. “Feels like you haven’t wanted to be around me lately. You left the cockpit quickly the other day when we swapped watch.” He added dejectedly, shrugging his shoulders as if he didn’t care.

Your heart ached, and your mind berated you. You’d just wanted a little space to determine whether your adoration for the man at your side was genuine or forged because you lived in each other’s pockets. Some hypothetical questions had been posed to Tech, your confidence in the man’s research capabilities unquestionable, and done a lot of soul searching.

Reaching out for him, your hand found purchase on his scomp, and though he couldn’t feel anything from the rigid metal, you still gave him a gentle squeeze. “Ecks.” The nickname slipped out quickly as you scooted closer, registering the flicker of surprise across his face at the new name. “I’m sorry, I’ve had much on my mind lately. You didn’t do or say anything wrong; it was just me getting stuck in my head.” You explained. “Of course, I want to be around you, and I’d love for you to come with us tomorrow.”

The frown creasing Echo’s brow disappeared at your reassurance, but your words kept playing over in his mind. What have you been thinking about? Could he help ease the weight of it, if only for a little while? “You should probably rest too then, uj’ika, if we’re to keep up with Omega. And don’t tell me you’re not tired. You yawned twice when Hunter was handing out rations.” Echo chided. You might’ve thought you were being subtle, but from the vantage point of his bunk, Echo could see the faint glow of your datapad screen each night as you stayed up late.

The term of endearment made you smile, but you were still none the wiser about the meaning. The first time Echo had used it, Wrecker had given a hearty chuckle, Hunter and Tech shooting you amused smiles before glancing at each other – communicating in that silent way only the Batch boys could. With Hunter’s words from earlier playing through your mind, you took a small leap of faith. “I should, but I was thinking about going for a small walk – want to join me?” You offered, rising to your feet and offering the sweet man before you your hand.

Echo hesitated. He wanted to go with you, Maker, he did, but he was supposed to be on watch with Tech. “Go.” Tech’s voice clipped through his cybernetic headpiece, and Echo gladly placed his hand in your own, rising to his feet as he watched the momentary confusion marring your features smooth into a beautiful smile.

Tinkering with the ship’s engine, Tech had heard the entire exchange between you and his vod. It took only two taps on his vambrace to isolate Echo’s comms and deliver the instruction. While some assistance would’ve been helpful, and another set of eyes for the watch was optimal, ensuring his brother’s happiness was back on track and your anxiety levels lowered would be better for the group.

Letting you lead, Echo savoured the warmth of your hand in his, the way your fingers curled to grasp him tightly, and how you brought your other hand over to clutch at his forearm, suffocating all space between you. Fleetingly, he was grateful that you’d grabbed hold of his arm and not his scomp. “We shouldn’t go too far; we have no idea what could be out here.” He warned as you approached the edge of the clearing.

Shoulders shaking with your small laugh, you turned to stand in front of Echo, letting go of his forearm in the process. “You’re right, but I know I’m safe with you.” There had been some close calls over the last few missions, but Echo had been behind you, blaster in hand. He always had your back.

The softness of your words and the way you smiled at him took everything for Echo not to stride forward and steal his first kiss. Were you even aware of the effect you had on him? How his heart raced, and how he sometimes struggled to find the right words? “Always.” He vowed. His body had been through plenty. What was another blaster shot if it meant keeping you safe?

The distant look was back in Echo’s eyes; the one you knew meant he was lost in thought. “Come on.” You gently prompted, moving to his right to loop your arm through his, fingers resting on his scomp.

“The other side would be comfier for you.” Echo swallowed, highly aware of how unforgiving his altered arm was. His first few weeks with the Batch had been spent relearning how to fight, sleep comfortably, eat, and wash himself. He’d sometimes wondered if it would be easier not to have the scomp.

Shrugging, you lightly pulled him forward, starting your journey into the tree line. “I like this side too.” You reassured him. “I like all of you.” You took a leap, throwing the comment out into the open, avoiding Echo’s gaze as you moved nimbly through the woods, avoiding the mighty trees that stretched up to the sky. At the same time, the crisp crunch of fallen leaves and the sweet music of local birds provided a beautiful soundtrack.

“You do?” Echo blinked in surprise, lips parting as your words settled in his mind. Your hum of affirmation as you released his scomp to jump across a small creek made him grin. “Well, it’s mutual.” He offered, reaching up to rub at the back of his head.

Giggling, you turned back around to face Echo, but your smile faltered when you caught sight of something above him, eyes widening as you gasped.

Watching your expression change, the galaxy slowed for a moment as Echo reflexively pulled his blaster from its holster, finger on the trigger as he aimed it upwards in the direction you were looking. His body tensed, every nerve on high alert, ready to take down whatever was up there and protect you. But while scanning the branches, leaves, and colourful flowers, he found no danger, no noise of a droid or person, or even an animal beyond the melodic bird song – was there something he couldn’t see?

“Uj’ika…” Echo searched for an answer.

Returning your gaze to Echo, you hopped back across the creek, reaching out a hand to take his arm and slowly lower it, along with his blaster. “It’s okay, there’s no danger.” You explained quietly. “I’m sorry I spooked you.” You apologised, watching as he slid his blaster back into its holster, questioning brown eyes turning in your direction.

“It’s a Kibo.” You whispered, awe lacing your voice as the softest smile crossed your features. “The purple flowers. They’re so rare, Ecks. I never thought I’d see one in person.”

Flowers. You were in awe of rare flowers. And he’d nearly shot them. “Are they going to eat us?” Echo asked, fingers twitching near his blaster. He tried to ignore how his heart clenched again at the nickname, warmth daring to seep through the few bones he had left.

Laughter bubbled forward, and you raised a hand to cover your mouth. “No, they won’t eat us.” Your laughter tapered out as you watched Echo relax.

Reassured, Echo could now ask his next question. “Why are they rare?”

“The seeds of the Kibo can restore sight. They’re prized for it. Healers and medics have searched for and taken them, so few are left.” You explained, moving closer for a better look at the flowers.

“Can they restore anything else?” Echo questioned, admiring the delicate blooms.

“I’m not sure. All that’s been documented is how they can literally and metaphorically restore a person’s vision, allowing them to see what’s right in front of them.” You shrugged, head tilting towards the flowers, watching the petals shift in the light breeze. You couldn’t believe you’d finally seen them – and out in the wild, too!

Echo couldn’t help but watch you, the awe on your face exquisite. Swallowing thickly, tendrils of fear try to creep down his spine, but he pushes them aside and reaches out with his hand. Sliding it across your cheek, he tilted your head towards him. “I don’t need a flower to let me see how beautiful you are.” He whispered, silently praying the years of watching his twin compliment women would pay off.

Surprised, your lips parted, eyes widening at the compliment and physical contact. Warmth seeped through your body. Was he flirting?

Emboldened by the fact you hadn’t reacted badly, Echo slipped his scomp around your waist and pulled you close. He had the opportunity, and he wasn’t going to waste it.

Your breath caught in your throat, your heart pounding with anticipation. A soft, nervous smile formed on your lips and Echo’s eyes dropped to them – it was all the warning you got before he leaned in and closed the distance.

His lips met yours in a soft, gentle kiss, like the brush of a feather against the skin. It was sweet and tentative, filled with all the unspoken feelings you’d both been withholding since you’d joined the squad. The world seemed to stand still as you savoured the sensation, lips lingering against each other’s.

You pulled back slightly, breaking the kiss, and your eyes opened to find Echo gazing at you with warmth and affection. Your bodies pressed together, heart racing.

You watched as a glint of something crossed his eyes, and with light steps, he guided you backwards, pressing you against the trunk of a nearby tree. His lips found your throat, and he peppered kisses across it, pulling a gasp from you.

His hand gripped your waist, keeping you close. You were still out in the open on an unfamiliar planet, and your safety was his priority. More kisses were left up your throat until he pressed his lips to yours once again. There was a little heat behind this one, making your insides turn to mush as Echo’s fingers grasped at you tightly.

He pulled back after a moment, resting his forehead on yours while you caught your breaths. The soft sound of the wind rustling the trees filtered back into your mind, along with the chirp of forest creatures.

“Maker, I’ve wanted to do that for so long,” Echo whispered, nervousness settling in.

You chuckled, a smile breaking out on your face. “Me too.” You admitted, sliding a hand to the nape of his neck, careful not to snag his cybernetic headpiece. “I think we should do it again.” You whispered.

As Echo’s eyes snapped open, you were no longer unsure what their glint meant. Those soft lips you’d just kissed curved into a wicked smile. “Yes, ma’am.”

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latinachiquita

1 year ago

HELLO FRIEND!!! Big congrats on the milestone, well deserved and such a fun idea!

I am humbly requesting…

Just the Way You Are by Billy Joel with Echo! You can choose whether he’s TCW or TBB. Hopefully this song can inspire some mushy gushy romance!

🌝❤️

Thank you so much! Okay soo...this got mushy, gushy, romancy and just a titty bit depressy.

I blame the hormones

Also Echo now has the longest fic 🤣 he beat Jesse

good news! you get both Echos!!!

warning: not feeling well bout self-image

Just the Way You Are

Echo x Reader

Echo huffed as you blubbered on and on. You were barely making coherent words at this point and had stopped making sense hours ago. Your beloved trooper had long since stopped trying to stop you from crying and had decided to just comfort you as you worked through what was bothering you.

In hindsight, he could have seen this coming. You'd been more critical of your appearance, more unsure of yourself and your thoughts, opinions and decisions. You'd been talking about changing your hair and you'd been more watchful of other ladies and how they were.

Echo shook his head and pulled you in close, tucking your head under his chin and rocking you gently back and forth. The two of you were on your shared bed and you were currently in just your undergarments. Your sorrow-burned flesh pressed up against his comforting bronze one. The two of you had just taken turns in the shower and were about to go to bed when this came about. When Echo caught you hatefully looking at your reflection.

"Mesh'la..." he cooed only to get a weak slap

"I am not" you grouched through your cries

"You are" he echoed stubbornly "I have never seen anything as beautiful as you."

He nuzzled his cheek against your crown as you squirmed spitefully. But your weak spiteful lashing out was less frightening to the ARC trooper than a tooka was. So with a soft scoff he held onto you tighter

"Who told you that you weren't? You're my beautiful Cyare...I'll fuck them up"

The words made a small smile sneak onto your lips for a moment before you willed yourself to stay upset. You didn't want to giggle at how silly he sounded saying such profanity, you wanted to wallow until you felt better

Echo let his body drop to the side onto the mattress, taking yours with him as a squeak erupting from your lips, and crawled above you.

You shrunk into the matress as he caged you between his beautiful bare torso and the soft sheets

"Hmm...?" he hummed as his hand smoothed over your thigh "Who said these thighs were anything but heaven?"

Your face burned and you shied away from the intensity in his gaze as his hand continued up.

"This soft belly? Who told you it wasn't comfortable and adorable?" his hand ghosted across your stomach eliciting your flesh to pebble "Or these perfect breasts? I will not stand for my favourite spot to lay against being talked about poorly"

You squirmed as his hand caressed the swells of flesh on your chest before his touch danced across your collar

"Here? Are you sure they weren't complaining about all the marks I leave instead? Mmm?"

"I-I..." you glanced away feeling small and flustered as the blush coated your ears and reached the top of your breasts

"It couldn't be this face. The face that is nothing short of artwork" he whispered with a tender gaze. As if the very idea someone thought ill of you would cause him to shatter and turn to dust.

You began to cry anew under his praise and adoration. But your boyfriend only wrapped his arms around you and peppered you with sweet, gentle kisses

"I love every tiny inch of you..." he murmured against your lips before he pressed a kiss there "Don't wish to be anything than what you are...I love you just as you are. I'll prove it, and I'll prove it to you over and over until you can't even think a single inkling of a thought like those ever again" he swore as he lowered hinself against you and pulled the blankets up to cover yourselves for the events to come.

You yawned as you felt the lack of presence beside you in bed. You blinked your bleary eyes about the room in confusion.

Everyone else was still asleep and in their beds...so where was Echo?

"Cockpit" Hunter mumbled turning over.

He must've been woken up when Echo left and noticed your sleepy confusion.

You nodded and, with wobbly legs, stumbled across the room to the door but not before patting the sergeant on the shoulder in thanks as you passed him.

You yawned again and shuffled into the cockpit to find your lover huddled in the pilot's seat. Legs drawn up and face turned towards the sky.

It had been a long time since Echo and you had been first reunited, after the incident with the techno union that left him altered and strange. You were so happy to see him, you hadn't even looked at him past your mind registering 'Echo's alive' until much later that evening when he kept shying way from your touch.

You had begged Hunter to let you go with them, even if all you did was stay on the ship until they were done their missions, until the poor man was ready to combust from frustration. He'd reluctantly agreed at the time, but since had become a good friend like the rest of his brothers.

It took a long time for Echo to let you back near him and while things were as close to normal as they probably ever would be...situations like this would arise.

With a frown, you softly padded your way to Echo being careful not to spook him either. You neared the chair and hummed to announce yourself before draping yourself across his back

"Echo, honey...this isn't the bed" you whispered teasingly

He chuckled and reached up with his hand to pat the arm wrapped around his shoulders

"I know"

You both fell into silence as he continued to look out the front window. You leaned over and kissed his temple, mindful of the machinery that crawled across the back of his skull and over his ears.

"Talk to me" you implored with a hushed tone

"You know" he answered, his voice matching your own

Tears welled up as you clung tighter to him. Of course you knew what bothered him.

How could you not??

"I...I can't take care of you the same..." he began glancing down at the scomp that replaced his right hand "I can't hold you like I used to...I can't love you like I could bef-"

"Now that's utter nonsense" you hushed him kissing his cheek

"Mesh'la plea-"

"No, you listen to me" you rushed out letting go and spinning around to kneel before him.

Amber eyes watched you with caution, shifting about your face and stance, unsure of what you were going to say and looking absolutely terrified to find out.

Your hands delicately settled on his thighs as your teary eyes stared up at him lovingly. Your heart broke seeing his distress, your thumbs rubbing circles into the flesh that laid hidden and scarred underneath the fabric of his bottoms

"Who told yo-you...-" you choaked out

"What...?" his eyebrow cocked at your words, confused by them but concerned by your tears

"Who told y-you these perfect, strong, thighs were anything but that...?" you managed out with a sad smile.

You let your hands drag up his thighs slowly and delicately, your body leaning forward into his lap as you did.

"Who tol-told you that this skin was anything but flawless...?" your fingers trailed up his now pale stomach to his chest where you placed a gentle peck.

You could see his own eyes begin to water as recognition crossed his face

"Hmmm? Who told you that?" you whispered reaching for his hand and turning it over in your grasp.

You kissed his palm then each knuckle while looking sadly yet lovingly at him

"Who told you that this beautiful hand wasn't capable of doing anything and everything that most men couldn't even do with two?"

You gently let go of his hand and traced your left hand up over his collar and down his left arm. You took his robotic forearm and placed a tender kiss to the scomp that was now his hand

"Who said this wasn't the most amazing thing I've ever seen?" you leaned forward to press kisses across the scarred skin that connected the metal to flesh.

He hiccupped out your name as the tenderness in your words began to do him in.

You pulled yourself up into his lap trailing kisses up his neck, jaw and to his temple.

"Wh-who told you that these pretty little lights weren't my favourite spot to stare at? Hm...?"

You voice wavered as a couple tears slipped past your defenses, your lips pressing feather light kisses to the machinery and each little circle nearby

"Who told my Echo that...? Who? Who am I hurting...?" you murmured, lips just a hair away from his own.

The two of you stared at one another, both with bleary vision, before Echo surged forward. Arms wrapped around you and pulled you close as lips feverishly engulfed your own. The two of you sharing a kiss that held so many complex emotions all at once

"You're perfect...just, just the way you are. I love you so much" you whimpered into your kisses as he pulled you impossibly closer. Your fingers tugged at his frame.

You'd prove it.

You'd prove to him just how perfect he was. And then you'd prove it everyday, every hour if you had to. Until he never thought this way again.

You silently promised it as your bodies melded tight to one another.

HELLO FRIEND!!! Big Congrats On The Milestone, Well Deserved And Such A Fun Idea!

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latinachiquita

1 year ago

It was way funnier before i draw it.

@kaydear what have you done to me??? their always in my head, I aint free no more.

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latinachiquita

1 year ago

After Reading your stories again, damn, I missed them, they were so good and fun :D

So I've got this head canon that Echo wears his headset to improve his hearing (which got bad after getting blown up).

So what about it got damaged and tech needs some time to repair it. In the meanwhile the reader tries to help him get along with his impaired hearing. (And maybe they found out something about their feelings in the process ;)

I just love your one shots and Echo is just my favorite ^^°

And as always, just have fun and don't feel pushed to do anything which you don't like to.

Aloha my dear!

So nice to still have you around! I'm glad you are still enjoying my stuff 😊

And again, sorry for the long wait! Let me see what I can do for you...

Echo x Fem!Reader One-Shot - Without Words

After Reading Your Stories Again, Damn, I Missed Them, They Were So Good And Fun :D

Warnings: Mostly Fluff (Possible Trigger: Mentioned Hearing Loss)

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Ko-Fi (If you feel like giving me some coffee)

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>Master List<

"Do you really have to do this now?" asks Echo critically, frowning unwillingly as Tech sets about taking the headset off him. He feels uncomfortable, his eyes wandering to the clock again and again. He's excited enough as it is, it won't be long until your second date, and he wants to be on time, especially he doesn't want you to notice any more of his problems. It's enough that you know about his legs and his arm, he doesn't really want to reveal his hearing loss to you right away. Not yet. He wants to wait for the right moment, but when is the right moment for that anyway? Tech says matter-of-factly as always, "You want the problems fixed as soon as possible, don't you? It won't take long." Echo sighs somberly. "Yeah, I do, but I'm about to meet her". "Oh? A second date?" asks Tech, surprised. Echo says grumpily, "Don't act surprised, she simply likes me". Tech shrugs and says nonchalantly, "Our squad rarely has prospects of a romantic nature, by that I mean all of us, not just you" Echo laughs softly and says, "She's only dating me though, and I'm certainly not going to share that girl with you" "If you did, that would be weird too" Tech notes dryly.

He loosens the last screws and takes off the headset. Echo blinks a few times, hearing a low hiss he always hears when he's not wearing the headset. "This feels like shit," he grumbles, only partially able to hear his own voice as he does so. He feels Tech tap him on the shoulder and follows his finger pointing, in your direction. You've arrived earlier than scheduled. He sees your smile and can't help it, he has to smile too. "Hi," Echo says softly, almost timidly, and raises his hand in greeting, a gesture you return. But then you say something to him and all he can hear are muffled, distorted sounds that barely penetrate through the constant static noise. Echo raises both hands toward his ears, shakes his head and shrugs helplessly. "I can barely hear anything," he says louder than usual, and it feels very strange to barely hear his own voice as well. You look from one to the other for a moment, but then you smile in understanding and nod. You exchange a few words with Tech, but he can't understand what you're saying. A moment later, you gently grab Echo's hand and pull him with you. Over his shoulder, he calls out to Tech, "Hurry up with that thing, please."

Tech makes a shooing hand gesture to signify for him to go with you. Outside the Marauder, you walk just a few steps, to a bench beyond the landing area under a tree with a sweeping, low-hanging canopy in full bloom. It's a nice spot, and for the moment you're alone. You feel Echo looking around frantically as you walk, hearing phantom noises and expecting to run into someone or get hit by a speeder. You squeeze his hand encouragingly, gently tugging on it so that he closes in on you. You place your other hand on his forearm and smile at Echo. You can't use words, but Echo sees in your expression that you want to tell him you have everything under control, he doesn't have to worry. He's a little wobbly on his feet, every time he walks without his hearing aid his sense of balance suffers a little, but you gently and safely guide him to the bench beneath the flowering tree. His hearing has deteriorated over time after the Citadel, the damaged eardrums simply not recovering, Tech's guess is that this is also due to some nerve damage. Occasionally, however, the headset needs to be serviced and Echo is actually glad that Tech is taking care of this.

You sit down together on the bench, in the shade of the low-hanging branches. You hear him sigh in relief. Echo trusts you, yet he is glad to be able to sit down and not have to rely on his hearing or sense of balance for a moment. He looks at you, and you sense that something is on his mind. When he speaks, he is again much louder than you are used to, but you don't mind. "Didn't think you'd agree to a second date." You laugh softly, and he smiles when he sees it. Then you raise your hand, showing him first one finger, then a second, a third and so on. Showing him the whole again and again with a big smile. "You want more dates?" he asks, surprised. At your nod, he asks with a wry smile, "What do you want with damaged goods like me, anyway?" You pull a pout and shake your head, wagging your finger reproachfully, before smiling and kissing his cheek. When you look at him again, his cheeks have a little more color than usual. He laughs softly and says, "I like you a lot, too."

Your radiant smile makes his heart beat faster, and he has to take a deep breath to collect himself. This feeling that you trigger in him is quite new for him, but yet he already doesn't want to miss it. The fast pulse, the fluttering in his stomach, the tingling under his skin and this constant urge to smile. He's so excited with you and at the same time more relaxed than ever. "You're very special," he says a little breathlessly. You emphatically place your hand on his chest. "Me too?" he asks with a grin. At your energetic nod, he laughs softly again. You hear Tech say, "Finished with the headset. Am I interrupting?" and turn to face him. "No, you're not interrupting." Echo sees his brother with the headset and sighs in relief. You give them both some space and Tech puts the headset back on Echo. When he's done with it, Tech asks, "So, how does it feel? Can you hear me?" Echo gives him a thumbs up and says, "Fine, Tech, thank you very much" "You're welcome anytime." As Tech leaves you alone again, Echo looks at you, he grins and says, "Now let me hear your wonderful voice" You laugh softly and say, "It's not that wonderful"

Echo beams at you in love and says, "Oh yes, for me, it is". The way he looks at you is so wonderfully dreamy, makes your heart beat faster. "So you said last time you wanted to show me something?" you ask curiously. Echo smirks and says, "Hunter let me have the secondary shuttle for the day." You laugh softly and ask, "Are you trying to kidnap me?" "Something like that, of course, only if that's what you want." "As long as we don't go to Tatooine," you say with a little giggle. Echo laughs heartily. "No, don't worry about it. But have you ever seen a sunset in the lake scenery on Naboo?"

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latinachiquita

1 year ago

Echo Screenshot Edits

Part 4: Snack Time

Echo has a reputation as a picky eater but sometimes he gets cravings like all of us and steals away with a chocolate bar!

I’ve been suspecting this for quite some time but couldn’t find evidence - this time I caught him!

NB: I did not edit the facial expressions in these! And he looks sooo caught 😂 I bet it was the last chocolate bar.

@ladykagewaki After our last conversation about baby Echo I suspect it was Nala Se and her snackies for scomp maintenance that started it all.

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latinachiquita

1 year ago

Third Time’s the Charm

Captain Rex x Gen!Reader One-Shot

Summary: The war is over, and the Republic has won. Rex signed up for a matchmaking service and you’re meeting for a third date. Basically just Rex fluff and him being nervous and awkward lol.

Rating/Warnings: SFW with kissing, making out, slight suggestiveness.

Word count: 1800-2000ish

Author’s Note: This is a two in one, baby! Not only is it a submission the the Clone Matchmaking AU @tcwmatchmakingau (pls read the other fics that have been submitted!) but also a prompt from @freesia-writes ! The prompt: “kiss me again, but- mphh" from the kissing prompts list. Idk how I feel about this one but I gotta get it out of my drafts.

Please enjoy and reblogs/comments are always appreciated. I just want to kiss Rex, okay? 💕

Rex was pacing, his nerves almost completely shot. He checked the time every few seconds, subtly breathing into his palm to make sure his breath didn’t stink. He smoothed out his civvies, hoping they weren’t too wrinkly.

Shockingly to Rex, you had agreed to meet for a third date.

He was excited, yes. But also incredibly nervous.

Rex liked you.

A lot.

Rex never thought he’d get this far.

He didn’t know what to expect when he reluctantly accepted the first date match from Right to Love Matchmaking Service.

Rex had heard about it from some of his brothers but wasn’t sure it was for him.

Who would want a washed-up soldier? He also knew nothing about dating. Sure, he’s had a few quick flings and stolen kisses in the back of 79s when he was a cadet. But now, the thought of putting himself out there, looking for something serious while having strangers match him with another stranger… sounded like a recipe for disaster.

On the other hand, now that the war was over, companionship did sound nice. And a few of his brothers have had success with the service…

He continuously tossed around the idea, a few times half-filling out the Holonet application before deleting it, the fear of the unknown getting the best of him.

Rex even walked by the building once, Right to Love flashing in neon lights, almost stepping inside before his nerves sent him in the other direction.

It wasn’t until a few weeks ago, when Fives and Echo invited him to a “boy's night out” for drinks, that he was convinced.

Or more like the alcohol did the convincing for him.

One drink turned into two, then three, and somehow the conversation switched to the matchmaking service.

Both Fives and Echo had girlfriends now, having met through Right to Love.

Rex has met them a few times, and they did seem like good partners, and Fives and Echo were happier than he’d ever seen them.

He was proud of them for moving on from the war and finding happiness. Rex couldn’t help but feel a pang of jealousy sometimes, wondering if he’ll ever get to experience that, too.

Rex mentioned how he’s been thinking about signing up for Right to Love, and that’s how they persuaded him to fill out the digital application right there with them at the bar.

“Aw c’mon Rex!” Fives clapped Rex’s shoulder. “You should try it out. Anyone is lucky to have you!”

Fives took a large swig of beer, slammed it down, and pulled out his datapad.

“The application is easy. I don’t know how they do it, but they work some kind of magic. My girl is perfect, the woman of my dreams. I don’t think I would have ever found someone like her without them!” Fives shoved his datapad over to Rex, wiggling his eyebrows. “You don’t even have to go in person. Let us help you, vod!”

A few more sips of liquid courage later, Rex was pressing submit on his application while Fives and Echo cheered him on.

The rowdy night continued, and Rex quickly forgot all about it.

Rex didn’t remember he followed through until the next morning when a notification chimed on his terminal.

He woke from his deep sleep, still recovering from the night before, reading the message with blurry eyes and a headache.

Dear Rex,

Thank you for choosing Right to Love Matchmaking Service, where everyone deserves the right to companionship!

We have received your application and are processing your submission.

A matchmaking representative will be reaching out to you shortly. Have a wonderful day!

Rex’s brain almost short-circuited, the hazy memory of Fives and Echo helping him fill out the form coming back to him.

Those kriffing di’kuts!

Rex panicked momentarily, not sure if he was ready for this. But he thought of how happy his brothers were, and maybe it was finally time for him to step out of his comfort zone.

Rex commanded battalions alongside Jedi in life-or-death situations, and yet here he was, afraid to go on one singular date.

To Rex’s surprise, the whole process was easier than expected. The representative that reached out to him was nice, eased some of his worries, and answered all the questions he had. At the end of the conversation, the representative said they already had a match for him.

You.

To his even greater surprise, your first date went fine.

Fantastic, even.

Rex was an anxious mess leading up to meeting you in person, but you were kind, patient, compassionate, everything he would want in a partner.

It was almost like this matchmaking service did its job.

The next morning after your first date, you comm’d him asking to meet again, saying you had a good time.

Rex responded immediately with a resounding yes, hoping he wasn’t coming off as too desperate.

Your second date was even better than the first, learning more about one another, and you talked for hours.

You both hadn’t realized how late it had gotten and completely lost track of time. The restaurant you met at for lunch was now finishing up the dinner rush, you two the last ones in the eatery.

Rex walked you back to your apartment, and you hugged him as you said good night.

Maker, he couldn’t stop thinking about the hug. How warm and soft you felt against him. How he could smell the faint floral aroma of your shampoo. How your eyes shined as you whispered good night. He couldn’t stop thinking about you, Rex was completely smitten.

He was feeling the pressure now, waiting for you to meet him in front of the Coruscant Botanical Gardens where you planned to meet for your date.

Rex was low-key fretting about what came next. Another hug? Maybe holding your hand? A kiss?

Rex swallowed thickly.

He wanted to take things slow and didn’t want you to feel pressured into anything.

If a quick hug from you made him feel this good, he couldn’t even imagine what a kiss would be like.

He could feel his palms begin to sweat. Before he could spiral anymore, he heard his name.

You were walking toward him, a large smile on your face.

“Hey, Rex!” You waved, stepping up to him. You stopped, hesitating for a moment. Little did Rex know, you were having the same thoughts. Maker, he’s so handsome, I want to kiss him! I hope he wasn’t weirded out by the hug from a few nights ago…but he agreed to meet me again so I guess I didn’t scare him off…

“I’ve lived on Coruscant my whole life, and never been to the gardens. Funny how that happens sometimes.” You laughed.

Rex nodded stiffly.

“I’ve never been here, either. But I’m glad we can experience it for the first time together.”

You blushed at his words, Rex’s ears feeling hot at his admission.

You smiled again. “Me too, Rex. Shall we?”

The gardens were huge and seemingly endless, growing flora from hundreds of planets. Rex was able to point out some, recognizing them from the war. He was well-traveled because of it.

You enjoyed hearing him speak of his past, his brothers, and the sometimes downright insane feats he was involved with during the war.

Your conversation was always easy, like you’ve known one another for years. You couldn’t believe how perfect he was and how comfortable you felt around him.

Was it too good to be true, though?

You wandered for a while, keeping up conversation. You eventually sat on a bench in a massive greenhouse, admiring the lush greenery around you.

You were silent for a few moments, Rex wondering if this was his chance.

He wanted to kiss you. He was going to ask you. He was a soldier, no, a Captain, dammit! He should have the courage to do this!

Rex took in a breath, knowing he had to get over his anxiety and just take the leap. It was now or never.

You heard Rex’s inhale and you felt worry stir in your gut. Here we go, he’s going to tell me he doesn’t want to meet again. The classic “it has been really fun but…”

“I’ve…enjoyed our dates.” Rex turned to you. “And I’ve enjoyed getting to know you. So, thank you.”

You raised your eyebrows, meeting his gaze, surprised at his comment.

“Rex, you don’t have to thank me. I’ve been enjoying them too. I like you a lot.” You fidgeted a little, blushing. Maybe I didn’t screw things up!

You took your own breath, continuing.

“I didn’t know what to expect when I signed up for the dating service…I went on some bad dates a while back and was kind of fed up with it all, you know? But I’m glad I took the chance on you.”

Rex felt some confidence rush through his veins. “Really?” He asked.

“You’re easy to talk to, kind, a good listener. Not to mention a complete gentlemen. It’s hard to find that.” Your cheeks were hot at your own words, suddenly too embarrassed to look him in the eye.

“I like you a lot, too.” Rex’s voice was low, and you felt something brush against your hand on the bench, looking down, and saw Rex’s hand barely touching yours.

You moved your hand closer, and Rex took your hand in his. You thought your heart might leap straight out of your chest. His hand was calloused, yet warm. Comforting.

“You’re brilliant, remarkable. Not to mention the most beautiful person I’ve ever met. I…I’m so happy I met you.”

“Oh, Rex…you mean that?” You’ve never had a man say those words to you with such sincerity.

“More than anything in my life. Can…can I ask you something?” Rex was almost whispering. You nodded, eyes wide, wondering what he wanted to say next.

“Can I kiss you?” Rex was gazing right at you, his heart pounding in his ears.

Warmth blossomed in your chest, entwining your fingers with his. You couldn’t keep the grin from spreading on your face, and Rex saw how your features lit up like the Tattooine suns.

“Yes…Rex. I thought you’d never ask.”

Rex could see the colors of the bright flowers that surrounded you in your eyes as he leaned toward you.

Rex stopped centimeters from your lips, bringing his free hand to tenderly cup the side of your face. Your breath hitched at the gentle gesture, your eyes fluttering closed in bliss as he shyly brushed his lips against yours.

For Rex, the world melted away. Did he die and go to heaven? Because that’s how he felt when your hand moved to his shoulder, your unbelievably soft lips pressing back into his in a chaste kiss.

All of his anxieties dissipated, forgetting why was so nervous about this date in the first place, all he could think about was you and how lucky he was in this moment.

You pulled away after what could have been hours, your eyes hooded, looking up at him, smiling, realizing you were still holding hands.

“Rex…” The way his name fell from your lips, husky and almost sensual, ignited a fire in him. He wanted to hear it again and again.

Rex released his hand from yours, bringing it to your other cheek, cradling your head with both his hands now with such reverence you thought you might faint.

“Was…was that ok?” He murmured, wanting more, but didn’t want to push your boundaries in any way.

“Yes…kiss me again, Rex. Pleas-mph!” Rex quickly slid his mouth against yours, still cradling your head as your arms wrapped around him, your words cut short by his lips.

The kiss was deep, passionate, just like him. You sighed against his mouth, Rex using the opportunity to sweetly lick your bottom lip, politely asking for entrance.

You eagerly obliged, excited by his newfound confidence. His tongue entered your mouth, eliciting another satisfied sigh from you and a groan from Rex. Your body to trembled against his in fervor, feeling his muscles flex under your hands.

Your lungs began to burn, needing oxygen but not wanting this kiss to end.

Your mouths moved as one, gripping one another like you were the last two people in the Galaxy.

You let out a small whine as Rex pulled away, both your lips swollen from the intensity, your faces flushed and your bodies on fire.

“Wow…” was all you could mutter, as Rex’s hands fell from your flushed face. “That was…”

“Incredible?” He mumbled. You nodded in agreement, leaning into him. Rex wrapped his arm around you, still seated on the bench.

“I’ve been wanting to do this since we first met,” Rex admitted, his thumb slowly caressing your arm.

You were quickly turning into mush seeing this new, romantic side of Rex emerge.

“Me too.” You couldn’t help but giggle, giddy at what had just taken place.

Rex brought you into him, embracing you in a hug, silently thanking his brothers for making him take the plunge and sign up for this dating service.

“I think we’ve seen enough plants for one day. Want to come back to my place?” You asked, nuzzling against his chest. “We could make dinner and watch a Holomovie?”

“I’d love to,” Rex answered as you looked up at him. “I’d really love to.” Rex hasn’t been sure about much since the war ended, trying to find purpose and meaning in a new Galaxy.

He was sure about one thing now, and it was you.

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latinachiquita

1 year ago

I will literally marry you on spot if you were to ever gift me a book of annotated poetry with all your thoughts messily scrawled in the margins. Highlighted lines of poetry that reminds you of me, and a note on the first page stating how you wish I were to enjoy the book just as much as you did… not kidding.

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latinachiquita

1 year ago

Inspiration

A/N: Alright, so I got a little inspired/horny for Echo, and then this got a little meta, but you know what, I stand by it. Have some Echo smut. As always, thank you to the outstanding @teletraan-meets-jarvis for beta-reading this (and assuring me that this is not, in fact, too corny). SO HERE WE GO.

Pairing: ARC Trooper Echo x F!Reader

Rating: E (18+ ONLY, MINORS SKEEDADDLE) - blow job, cum eating, rough oral sex (consensual), cockwarming, PiV sex, Echo gets to be a bit demanding (it's what he deserves)

You sigh, scrubbing your hands over your face.

Why won’t the words come? You know how to do this.

Your fingers hover over the keyboard again before gently drifting to the keys, starting to punch out a sentence you hope will finally lead you in some direction.

She sighed seductively, gently tossing her long hair over her shoulder as she seductively (CHANGE THIS WORD!) sank to her knees and sighed… seductively.

Fuck. This is it. The long-awaited encounter between the main characters. And all I can think of is… garbage.

You switch to another paragraph, hoping to find your stride and circle back.

His cock sat on her tongue, a familiar weight pulsing against the muscle in her mouth.

You wrinkle your nose at that sentence before moving on.

He tasted of…

You pause.

You know what it tastes like. You’ve given a blow job before. Maker, you’re an idiot tonight.

No matter how much you wrack your brains, you are unable to describe anything in the scene to your satisfaction. Not the scenery. Not the emotions. Certainly not the sex. You gently tap your forehead against your desk, swearing under your breath.

You know how to do this. You know how to write. You know words other than ‘seductively.’ You do this for a living, for Maker’s sake.

Your fingers impatiently drum against the wood as you rest your chin on the meat of your palm, staring at the holo computer’s screen.

Come on. You know how to write this stuff.

A quiet sigh comes from your living room, and you hear your couch creak as weight shifts on its worn cushions and frame. Your head turns towards the door, straining to hear anymore from the man on the other side of it.

I’d rather be out there with him.

You glare at the chrono as it slowly counts down towards your self-imposed deadline.

But I have to complete this chapter draft by tomorrow morning so they can review it.

Your editor has been on your ass for awhile, and you’d sworn up and down that you’d have a draft of this chapter completed by the end of this week. And now here you were, about to default on a promise, but somehow feeling more guilty about the neglected guest in your living room.

He leaves tomorrow morning, and I’m in here instead of being out there with him.

The plight of dating an ARC trooper. You take what moments you can, understanding that he may have to run off to the next fight with only a rotation’s notice. Even if you had a deadline and couldn’t spare a night.

He’ll never say anything about it. But I hate it.

You tap your forehead against the desk one more time for good measure, to really hammer home the guilt in your mind before you lift your head again to stare at the screen. Your repetitive, ineffective sentences stare back, mocking you. You huff a frustrated sigh.

Fuck this.

Making a decision to allow yourself some time with him, even if it means you will get no sleep, you push back from your desk, your chair rolling away from the back of your legs as you stand. And then the idea comes to you.

For inspiration. Research purposes, really. Completely justifiable.

A sly grin slips across your face as you slink to your door, pushing it open quietly. You can’t help but erupt into an all-encompassing smile as you take in the sight before you.

Echo is stretched out on your couch in only the bottom half of his undersuit. His armor is stacked neatly by the door, his folded shirt, gloves, and socks piled neatly on top. His feet are bare, and his toes wriggle reflexively as he rolls one ankle, flexing his foot. He has one arm tucked behind his head, his other hand holding the datapad he’s reading from. His eyes trace lines of text, and you wonder what he’s reading this time.

You’d been very upfront with Echo about what your career was, and while you had been fairly certain he was going to be fine with it given his nature, you could never have anticipated the enthusiasm he’d shown when you told him. When he’d discovered you were a romance author, he’d immediately scraped enough credits together to purchase your other novels. It had taken him less than a week to finish everything you’d written, and he couldn’t stop gushing over how talented you were and how much he enjoyed the stories. He’d been a bookworm as long as you’d known him. In fact, a good amount of your first dates had featured just the two of you on the couch together, a pot of tea or a bottle of wine resting on the low table in front of you while the two of you read your individual novels, slowly drifting closer together until you were snuggled into his side.

He finally notices you standing in the doorway watching him as you reminisce, and he shifts, meeting your gaze and returning your smile. Your insides melt, and you stifle a giggle that threatens to erupt as your face grows warm.

“Hey, you,” he says softly. “Taking a break?”

“Something like that,” you reply teasingly, striding over to the couch. He sits up to make room, but you bend, holding his knees in place. His eyebrow skyrockets upwards as he gives you a questioning look.

“What’s going on?” he asks slowly, the corner of his mouth upturning as he watches your fingers begin to work at the buttons on your blouse.

You shrug coyly, letting your shirt slip from your shoulders to the floor as you slowly kneel between his spread legs. “Oh, you know. Needed some inspiration. Figured I’d come out here and do some research.”

His pupils blow wide as his eyes trail across your lace-covered breasts before the sensation of your fingernails grazing his thighs through the black fabric of his pants pulls his attention back to your eyes. You can tell he’s caught onto your game. The muscles in his legs jump underneath your fingertips, and you spot the telltale bulge beginning to become more pronounced between his legs. You smile wickedly, leaning forward to trail kisses across his bare collarbone, gently tracing your tongue along the dip near his shoulder.

Echo gasps quietly, and you grin against his skin, nipping gently at his throat before you begin working your way downwards, peppering his scarred chest with kisses. Your lips meet his abdomen, which flexes in reaction to your breath grazing him. Your tongue slips past your lips, moistening his skin as you finally make your way to his navel, nuzzling against the light dusting of hair that traces from his belly button to below his pants.

You can feel his cock pressing against your stomach now, rock hard and throbbing, and your mouth instinctively waters. You rock your body against it slightly, and even just that mere amount of friction pulls a groan from Echo. You glance upward to find him watching you with an intensity he saves for only you, and you smile, maintaining eye contact as you press your tongue to his stomach, trailing it down until it reaches the waistband of his black compression pants.

His teeth graze his lower lip as you hook your fingers under the band, and his hips shoot off the couch to allow you to remove his pants, tossing them somewhere to be dealt with later. His freed cock bounces against his stomach, and you note the droplet of precum that’s already formed at its head.

Patience. Not yet. Work up to it. Work him up.

You press more kisses to his bare hip, working your way down his leg until you playfully nip at his inner thigh, and he jumps.

“Tease,” he groans. You poke your tongue out between your teeth.

“I think you like it,” you reply.

“Not tonight,” he rasps.

“Impatient,” you counter.

“For you? Always.” One of his hands slips under your chin, cupping your jaw as his thumb traces your lower lip. You part your lips to allow him to slip his thumb into your mouth, suckling lightly. His other hand grips his cock, beginning to pump slowly. You lean forward, pushing his thumb deeper into your mouth, and he presses down on your tongue. You push back, swirling around the digit, and Echo curses softly.

“That what you’re going to do to me, love?”

You nod, letting him pull his thumb away. Leaning forward, you open your mouth, staring up at him with wide, innocent eyes. Your tongue darts out to wet your lips, and you leave it out, inviting him. His eyes follow the movement, and he cups your cheek again.

“Yeah, you want this?”

You nod again. “Please.”

He presses the tip of his cock to your lips, and you kiss it teasingly, the warmth familiar against your lips. You lick at it playfully, keeping your eyes locked on his. His mouth hangs slightly open, his brows furrowed as he focuses on you, holding his cock firmly to your tongue as your licks grow more languid and long until you finally run your tongue from his base to the tip, at last taking the head into your warm mouth. You both groan, his head tipping back as you refamiliarize yourself with the taste of him, suckling gently at the head of his cock before allowing it to sink deeper into your mouth, running the length of him along your tongue, tracing the vein that runs along the bottom.

Warm. Thick. Heavy.

You take him deeper, relaxing your throat until you finally manage to take him almost entirely, your nose brushing the dark curls at the base of his cock. You inhale his scent deeply before swallowing, and Echo moans loudly. Your eyes are watering, but you don’t care as you watch his head tip backwards, his Adam’s apple bobbing as the muscles in his neck become more pronounced. His pectorals tighten, and his hands ball into fists. You reach forward, taking one of his hands and embedding it in your hair.

You know he’ll be gentle, or at least gentle enough.

Echo’s head snaps back forward, and he finds your eyes again. His lips part as he pants, his eyebrows knitting together. He cradles the back of your head, not pushing but gently guiding your head as you begin to bob up and down on his cock. You watch as the control begins to slip, and you urge him on by taking him to the back of your throat, pushing against your body’s limits. You gag, and his hand flies away from your head in alarm, and his hips jerk, pulling himself out of your mouth. A string of spit trails from your lips to the glistening tip of his cock, and before he can get out the first syllables of an apology, you chase him, forcing him to the back of your throat again. You grab his hand forcefully, pressing it to the back of your head as you watch him.

You swallow and you gag again, but you hold yourself in place this time as tears fill the corners of your eyes. Echo’s entire body seems tensed, trying to maintain control as he watches you practically choke yourself on his cock.

“I-is that what you want?” he stutters out finally. “For me to ruin you?” The second sentence comes out quieter, darker, and you can see he’s hopeful the answer will be ‘yes.’

You swallow again in affirmation, and he swears louder.

“Then I’ll give you what you want,” he grits out. “Tap three times on my leg if it’s too much.” You tap three times to demonstrate, and he nods. “Good. That’s good.” With that, his other hand fists in your hair, and he begins rocking his hips into you, dragging your head all the way up and down his length forcefully, slowly accelerating as he finds his rhythm and your limits. You completely surrender to him.

Echo chases his pleasure, muttering praise under his breath as he thrusts into your mouth.

“So good for me. Taking everything I give. So eager. Willing to choke yourself on my cock. F-fuck.”

He grunts, holding you with his cock in the back of your throat. Your lips stretch around his girth, and your jaw aches deliciously.

“Swallow for me love. Y-yeah. That’s it. Good girl.”

You preen at the praise, even as you fight your gag reflex.

“There you go. Relax your throat. Again. Swallow. S-so good for me. Maker.”

The sweet ARC trooper that you’ve fallen in love with has completely been eclipsed, replaced with someone unafraid to ask for what he wants, someone who prioritizes his pleasure for once.

And you love it.

You know you’ll get yours in the end.

“So f-fuckin’ pretty. Y-your eyes. So good. F-fucking tits that I think about all the time. And that mouth... Fuck.”

His cock is twitching against your tongue as he continues to mumble filth, sweat trickling from his brow. You feel some of the roots of your hair ache in protest under his grip, but the slight pain only sends electricity shooting through your veins. You’ve got both hands pressed against his thighs for balance, and you fight the urge to slip a hand in your pants to pleasure yourself.

Focus on him. Focus on the feeling.

Give him everything he wants.

“‘M close,” he rasps. “W-where?”

He lifts you off his cock long enough for you to answer, stroking it inches from your face, his fingers growing wet with your saliva.

“Wherever… you want,” you gasp in reply.

His eyes glint for a moment, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Well, if this is for research, best to be thorough.” Heat shoots between your legs. Your panties are soaked, you’re certain. He taps his cock against your swollen lips, and you open again, welcoming him back inside your mouth. “Want you to taste me. Can you do that, love? Be a good girl and swallow every last drop?”

You hum eagerly, and he grunts, his hips leaping off your couch. “D-do that again,” he pleads, and you oblige. He presses your head down, working you along the entirety of his length as you frantically swirl your tongue against all of the places you know he loves. His thrusts grow shorter, and you feel his thighs tense beneath your palms.

“Look at me,” he rasps.

You oblige, meeting his gaze, and he presses himself to the back of your throat.

“I-I-I’m…” he never finishes his sentence, instead unleashing a loud moan as he empties himself into your throat. You savor the taste as he groans with every spurt of his release.

Salty. Tangy. Warm. Him.

You swallow everything before running your tongue over his softening cock one last time for good measure, ensuring you’ve cleaned every last drop from him. Echo’s head is tipped over the back of the couch again, his chest heaving as his hand absently strokes your hair. Your knees creak in protest and your legs quiver as you carefully climb into his lap, peppering his jawline with kisses as he fights to get his breathing under control. His hands come to rest on your hips before slipping up your spine, pulling you close to him. He cups your cheek before kissing you deeply, inhaling through his nose and drinking you in. You feel him quiver, as he rests his forehead against yours.

“That… was something else,” he whispers. “All that for some inspiration, huh? Is that what we’re calling him these days?” He wiggles his eyebrows suggestively, and you giggle.

“Absolutely not.”

He shrugs. “Worth a shot.”

“You’ve been spending too much time with Fives,” you tease. You pause as you see something hovering in his gaze. It’s apparent it’s weighing him down slightly. “What is it?” you ask.

He pauses. “It’s silly.”

“Echo.”

“Alright. Fine.” He sighs, giving you a sheepish grin. “I was… I guess I was just worried that I wasn’t living up to those stories you’ve written.”

You giggle softly, pressing another kiss to his lips. “At the risk of sounding cheesy, I found the guy that I was writing into those stories, Echo. It was you, even if I didn’t know it yet.”

“But… but we don’t do all of those things.”

You shrug. “We could. But it’s not about all of the different sex positions and kinks I write about. It’s the fact that I found a partner that I feel safe with, one that I trust. One that prioritizes me more than himself, even though I’d be satisfied with an even trade. One that wants to learn with me about how we work best together, in all aspects of the relationship.” You kiss his forehead. “But, if you ever want to experiment with some of the other stuff I write about, I’m more than willing to give it a try.”

He grins. “Well, now that you mention it…”

—

He locked his mouth around her nipple, lavishing the sensitive bud as she arched into his touch, chasing her pleasure with renewed fervor as she neared the precipice, her moans crescendoing with her approaching climax.

Echo’s breath is warm against your ear as he whispers to you. “I really like that. Beautifully written.” His cock pulses inside of you, and you squirm, groaning in frustration despite the compliment to your writing. His fingers dig into your hips as he tuts scoldingly in your ear.

“Now, now. None of that. Not until you’ve finished your draft.”

When he’d immediately expressed interest in cockwarming, you didn’t think he’d have the patience for it, but half an hour and a few thousand words in, he’d surprised you. Even more shocking, you were a few paragraphs from being satisfied with your draft. However, concentrating was becoming progressively more difficult.

“Echo,” you whine. “Please. Just a little bit.”

He lets his chin rest on your shoulder, nibbling at your earlobe playfully. “Not. Until. You’re. Done.”

You groan, slumping back against his shoulder, but even with this slight feint, he won’t allow you to rock your hips more than a centimeter. You’re completely laid bare, your legs hanging uselessly outside of his, impaled on his cock. You’re certain there has to be a puddle under your chair. He chuckles, gently playing with one of your nipples. You fight the urge to pout.

“Come on love. You’re so close to being done. And then I’ll give you everything you want.”

You lean forward again, resting your elbows on the desktop. Your fingers find the keyboard just as his drift between your legs, gently rubbing at your clit with just the perfect amount of pressure. You gasp.

“Oh, come on. That’s not fair.”

He chuckles against the skin of your neck. “What? I thought it would inspire you to go faster.”

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latinachiquita

1 year ago

Just Ask

Fandom: The Bad Batch

Word Count: 6,579

Summary: The Batch learns that Echo responds a lot better to touch if he is asked first.

Sweetness, fun, and shenanigans follow.

I posted this idea a little while ago and it completely inspired this whole fic 🧡

This is a tickle fic

It had all started a few days into being with the batch. Echo had his back turned to the wider ship, his headpiece sat on one of the bunks while he methodically cleaned his weapon so he could vaguely Wrecker milling around behind him. Sometimes all of the noise was too much. It made his head hurt and it was more comforting to be alone in the nearly soundless space between his ears as he tried to center himself. It was just him and Wrecker on the ship and the big guy was minding his own as well. That is until he felt two arms wrap around him and lift him off the ground. It happened so fast he didn’t have time to let his mind catch up. He saw red and he flailed, dropping his blaster in the process, and those two arms retreated as quickly as they first arrived. Once on the ground he put a hand to his chest, trying to suck in air and get his lungs to stop screaming at him. His head spun for a moment, his skin feeling like fire as he tried to wrap his head around the sudden change in contact. Slowly, as Echo regained his regular heart rate, he picked up the headpiece and put it back on - tuning in to the world around him again. Wrecker was standing a few feet away now, watching with a spooked look on his face. The big guy must’ve been talking to him and he hadn’t heard him properly.

“Sorry. I didn’t realize…” Wrecker trailed off, head ducked and hand rubbing self consciously at the back of his neck. It was so disheartening, even as he was trying to calm his rapid breathing. “I won’t do it again. I’m sorry.” Wrecker turned to move away from him, retreating back to the cockpit, but Echo couldn’t stand to watch him go.

“Wait!” He reached a hand out but didn’t quite reach the big guy who was now looking at him expectedly. Echo sighed. His heart was still beating a little quick but he tried to push that away to be able to calm the no doubt racing thoughts in Wrecker’s mind. “I don’t… It's fine.”

Wrecker waited but when Echo said nothing he put on a smile. “If you don’t like hugs that’s okay. I won’t do it anymore.” Ugh. He didn’t want the big guy to be weird around him now. He was embarrassed for reacting the way he did, even if it was just because it had surprised him.

“No that’s not…” This sucked . “I don’t dislike hugs. I just…” He didn’t know how to phrase it. He didn’t want his new squad to avoid touching him. His old squads were always so tactile and this one was no different. It would be so isolating to not be included in that type of dynamic - to be the odd one out. “You can hug me. I just need you to ask first. It took me by surprise. I… I don’t really like being surprised right now.” His stomach felt sick, an odd lump forming in his throat. Admitting that this was something he was struggling with was hard.

But, of course, Wrecker paid it no mind.His face immediately brightened, all the awkwardness slinking away. “Oh! Okay! I can do that. No problem, Echo.”

And it was that easy. Wrecker went on with his day and the next time he felt like pulling Echo into a hug he asked . He didn’t expect it to be such an easy thing for Wrecker to remember so if he looked a little shocked the first time Wrecker asked who could blame him? They were all sitting in the ship, drinks in hand and snacks spread between them. And Wrecker looked at him with such a hopeful expression and asked, very simply. “Can I hug you?”

Echo just stared back at him for a moment but once he recovered he was able to mutter the quietest of ‘ yes ’s. Wrecker wrapped him up in a hug so fast, body warm and solid and comforting. By the time they let go he knew he was beaming up at the big guy with so much appreciation and happiness that it must’ve been all too obvious to the rest of the squad that he was really thankful for the ask. He barely caught the other three sharing a knowing glance with each other. It was a little embarrassing to have such a reaction to such a simple thing but he couldn’t care too much when all he could feel was warmth.

From then on he noticed the rest of them doing it. He hadn’t even mentioned it to them and yet they were all asking to touch him. He noticed it first with Tech who always worked on his cybernetics and made sure he conducted all of his physicals. It was always easiest to be touched by Tech who didn’t do things out of the blue and didn’t surprise Echo with random contact. He was sitting on the makeshift medical table they could tuck away when they needed to and Tech was getting supplies ready. The man looked over to Echo as he got the last of his supplies and held out his hand. “May I look at your scomp?” Echo furrowed his eyebrows but held out the arm, letting Tech take it and start fiddling with it. Slowly he made his way upwards, pausing right where skin would meet metal. “I will have to roll up your sleeve to check where it connects. Is this alright?”

Ah . He understood now. Echo let himself give Tech a small smile. “It’s alright. You can do what you need to do.” Tech let one corner of his lips raise in a small half smile then rolled Echo’s sleeve up to start probing at the skin under the fabric. Each time Tech moved to a new place he announced what he was doing then very carefully asked if what he was doing was alright - if he was permitted to touch the metal and the skin around it. It was the most taken care of and respected Echo had felt since his rescue and that was enough to make emotion well behind his eyes. It was also - coincidentally- the first time his hands didn’t shake during a physical.

Hunter was, surprisingly, very physical just in smaller ways. It was rare that a conversation with Hunter didn’t begin or end with his hand on your arm or shoulder. He often urged squad members forward with a hand on their backs or a nudge to the shoulder. Hunter had been avoiding doing this to Echo anyway, feeling him out for boundaries and not wanting to move too fast, but it wasn’t until one night about two weeks in that Hunter started doing it.

Echo was standing with their group, nervously trying to avoid staring eyes and attention from onlookers while they waited to get into a small bar on the planet they’d just got done completing a mission on. They were there to celebrate a job well done on their first mission together as a squad but all Echo could feel was dread.

“It’ll be fine.” Hunter had leaned a little bit into his space, still leaving a few inches between them, but had his face forward like he wasn’t talking to Echo at all. The man could sense his apprehension.

Echo looked between Hunter and the entrance to the bar. “ I know. ” It was hard to keep the irritation out of his tone but the attitude only made the corners of Hunter’s lips twitch upwards.

“We’re all right here. No one will say anything fucked up with the big guy around. They’re all too intimidated by his size to be assholes.” He was so at ease with the crowd with the whole group around. Echo expected more displeasure from Hunter, especially with the noise, but it seemed that he was fine as long as the rest of the squad was around - and if they didn’t stay too long.

“Oh, so the face tat doesn’t do enough to frighten away onlookers?” Echo smirked. He was happy to be able to make fun of his sergeant - it got the pressure off of him for a moment.

Luckily for him Hunter rolled his eyes but the amusement was there - clear as day. “Don’t be smart with me.” They stood in silence for a moment, unease creeping into the edges of their conversation the longer they were quiet. Eventually Hunter cleared his throat, arms folding over his chest as he regarded Echo. “I could keep a hand on your arm, or your shoulder, when you’re getting overwhelmed. Only if you’re alright with that.” By now Echo was used to them asking - they’d been doing it enough - but it still made him bristle a bit with embarrassment. He appreciated it at his core but there was still a little bit to get used to. It made him feel so seen - in a way he wasn’t exactly used to yet.

“How will you know that I’m overwhelmed?” Echo asked quietly.

Hunter thought for a moment then smiled. “You can just tap three times on the table. I’ll know.” Tapping three times. That could work. It was quiet and subtle enough that no one else would know if he didn’t want them to. Crowded spaces, unfamiliar places, they still made him pause.

“Maybe… maybe we could try that.” He said as they piled into the noisy bar and found a table. Hunter held true to what he said, watching and listening for when Echo was overwhelmed by their surroundings. It was surprisingly easy to tap the table and admit to needing support. Every time the air felt too tight around his throat, or the lights were too blinding, the noise too much, he’d tap the table and a hand would find its way to his back or his shoulder. The grounding touch was certainly welcome and it helped pull the nerves out of him and bring his breathing down to a level he’d consider normal. After his heart rate calmed Hunter’s hand would disappear until the next time he needed it.

Crosshair was the last one to ask to touch him and it had taken Echo by surprise when it happened. He was just as tactile as the rest of them but had been holding Echo at arms length - literally . They could, however, sit in silence with each other, a good foot of space between them, and feel completely comfortable. It was nice having someone who was happy with silence. When they eventually did cross the boundary it had been one of those days when they were getting under each other's skin for fun. Every time Echo would get engrossed in a task Crosshair would find some way to pull him out of it and it was really starting to irritate him.

“Crosshair I swear to the Maker.” Echo complained as Crosshair tossed another article of clothing at his face. If Crosshair wasn’t so intent on irritating him that day maybe he could actually get something done for once. This had been going on for the past twenty minutes - ever since the rest of the batch left on a supply run - and it was really starting to grate on his nerves.

“You’re so dramatic.” Crosshair tsked as he reached out - looking like he was either going to grab Echo’s shoulder or push him - then he paused uncomfortably. He pulled his hand back, looking between Echo and the ground before turning around and rifling through his bag. It made Echo’s eyebrows furrow.

“What?” He asked irritably.

“Nothing.” Crosshair shot back without turning around. It made the irritation in his blood boil.

“ Dammit Crosshair. What?!” If he had a problem he should just say it already.

Crosshair let out a sigh, putting down his bag and turning to face Echo. He folded his arms over his chest and studied Echo’s face for a moment - something he knew was a thing Crosshair did when he was considering his words more than usual. “Permission to push you around?” Echo tipped his head to the side in confusion, still not really getting what Crosshair was aiming for. Crosshair rolled his eyes. “You’re being annoying. I want to shove you. But only if that’s fine.”

Ah. Right. Echo let his face soften, shaking his head at the sniper. “You’re so weird.” It made Crosshair bristle - something that made the edges of Echo’s mouth tick upward. Getting to get under Crosshair’s skin was always a fun pastime - even if it sometimes ended in a few hurt feelings. They tended to get over it quickly anyway. “Fine.” There was a quick moment of surprise that flashed across the sniper’s face but after that he was firmly shoved at the shoulder, tipping backwards slightly at the surprise of it. Bickering with Crosshair became a lot more fun after that.

From then on Crosshair would plop down next to him and grin, hand held in his chin and ask with all the snark and sass he could muster “Mind being my footrest?” Echo always rolled his eyes but straightened out his legs to give a flatter place for Crosshair to rest his feet.

“Just don’t dig your bony heels into me and you can leave them there as long as you like.” Crosshair usually tsked and muttered under his breath about how Echo was one to talk but he did prop his feet up in Echo’s lap and lean back to doze. It was part of Crosshair’s show of trust - Echo noticed - and he only ever did it when he was really relaxed. Echo was glad for the company and usually rested his datapad on top of Crosshair’s shins, sometimes rubbing gently at them to rouse him if he needed the sniper’s attention for something. There was something nice about it, the weight of Crosshair’s feet on his lap and the pleasant sound of someone snoring nearby. There were plenty of times that the warmth and company lulled Echo to sleep too. The rest was worth all the holos Tech would take of them.

It wasn’t until one day about a week later that Echo learned just how much they were willing to accommodate him. They were all mucking around in the ship. They had a few days off and the squad was bored so it was smackdown time on the Marauder. Well… as much of a smack down as play fighting and wrestling could be. Wrecker kept pulling them into unfair wrestling matches and he even let them win a few times just to keep their spirits high enough to keep the game going. Echo sat on one of the bunks, calmly reading while the other four men were basically playing not too far away. Their loud bickering and laughing kept him amused while he read.

“Hey, Echo!” Hunter called after some time, pulling him away from his book. “Any chance you want to spar?” He had such a hopeful look on his face. It was rare that Echo would join in when they got like this - all of that contact was still too much for him to handle - but he couldn’t say he wasn’t interested in trying.

Echo quirked an eyebrow up at him, giving into the playful energy that had built up in the ship. “You really think you can beat me? I was an ARC trooper.”

Hunter sat back on his heels, a challenge flashing behind his eyes. “I don’t doubt your skills but I have yet to see them in action against me. My hand to hand is unmatched.”

Echo sat his book down then rolled his head from side to side to stretch the muscles in his neck and shoulders. He leaned forward, grinning. It was about time he gave this a good try. “You’re on.”

It didn’t take very long to get Hunter pinned. His new sergeant was incredibly skilled but he definitely underestimated Echo’s ability to measure up. Plus, Echo had spent a lot of time watching Hunter take down the other batchers and knew all of Hunter’s blind spots and weak points. He may not be back up to his previous weight but he was still a skilled strategist. Echo had Hunter on his back in less than four minutes, pinning him to the ground with his knee and one hand pressed against Hunter’s wrists.

Hunter huffed up at him. A surprised look dawned on his face at being flat on his back but he did look impressed. “ Damn . Remind me to never piss you off.”

“Hunter let you win. For sure.” Crosshair piped up, smirking from his vantage point on the bottom bunk.

Echo shot him an insulted look, leaning back so he could give Crosshair the full extent of it. “That’s not true!”

Mischief flitted behind Crosshair’s expression, something he didn’t miss but probably should’ve paid attention to. “You’re the newbie, you're getting his slack.”

Echo pointed his scomp at the sniper, not completely paying attention to his surroundings - which was probably his goal. “I’m not oof -“ Suddenly there were arms around his waist, a shoulder pressing into his chest and toppling him over onto the ground. There was a moment of grappling where Echo tried to get out from under Hunter, although it didn't work out well. He did eventually have to concede and let Hunter pin his wrist and scomp down to the ground - smirking down at him. “That wasn’t fair.”

“Technically,” Tech piped up, his chin resting in his palm while he watched them. “He did follow all of our rules. You simply were not… aware of your surroundings.” Tech smirked when Echo rolled his eyes.

“I told you. My hand to hand is unmatched.” Hunter’s smug smile matched Crosshair’s - this was totally their plan all along. He should’ve known.

Echo let his head fall back against the floor with a huff. “Maybe if you’re facing off against Cross, but if you didn’t cheat I’d still be on top.” Crosshair threw some expletives his way in retaliation for that comment.

An expression that was half amused and half insulted played across Hunter’s features. “You’re talking really big for someone on their back.”

Echo let a wicked grin spread across his face. “And you’re talking big for someone with a face tat. I know you got that thing to look intimidating but I see through it.”

Hunter’s jaw dropped, but Echo could sense that there wasn’t any real shock behind it. “How dare you talk about my face tat like that.” Echo couldn’t help but laugh at the indignance on his sergeant’s face. Hunter sat back on his heels, arms folded over his chest, and pointed threateningly at Echo. “You better watch it.”

“Oh I’m so scared .” Echo put a hand to his chest, grinning wider when Hunter rolled his eyes. It really had been too long into them knowing each other before Echo let this side of him out. “No. Really. Terrified.” He laughed again when Hunter huffed, clearly more entertained than annoyed but still putting up the front. It was the same game they’d all been playing with each other all day. One of them would get indignant and the other would poke fun at them - a simple but effective way to pass the time.

“Echo?” Hunter seemed apprehensive for a moment, almost nervous. Echo wanted to combat this so he leaned up on his elbow and smiled so maybe Hunter wouldn’t hold back with whatever he wanted to ask. Hunter made a strangled noise but sighed in resolution. “Can I tickle you?”

“What?!” Echo’s eyes immediately widened, flopping back onto the floor of the ship and wrapping his arms around himself to prepare for the oncoming attack. He’d been on both sides of this plenty of times before. He knew exactly how it went.

“Can I tickle you?” Hunter asked again. It was then that Echo realized that Hunter’s hands were still firmly away from his body and he was waiting with an expectant raise of his eyebrow. Hunter wasn’t aiming to grab him before he was ready. He wasn’t going to reach out and tickle him without permission.

“W-why?” Echo stuttered out. He let his arms upcurl from around himself, now confident that he wasn’t going to have to fend off a sneak attack any time soon. He was sure one day those things would happen - after he was comfortable and used to new and surprising touches - but for now he knew nothing would happen unless he allowed it.

Hunter shrugged, the corner of his lip turning up. “Because you’re being a shit. And usually being a little shit on this ship earns you at least a few pokes.” Made sense. This squad was just as tactile as all of Echo’s previous ones had been and tickling was bound to come with the territory. “But you get to choose what happens to your body so I won’t if you aren’t comfortable.”

Was he comfortable? It had been a long time since he’d been tickled and he’d never just allowed someone to do it. Usually he was rolling around on the ground trying to get the upper hand so he could pay back his brothers in full but this was different. This was Hunter asking explicit permission to be allowed to do it and Echo wasn’t entirely sure how he’d react to it. Would it be too much? Would it not feel the same way it did before? There were a lot of questions he didn’t have the answers to, a lot of gray areas. He had no doubt that Hunter would stop if he needed to, if he couldn’t handle the sensation and needed it to end. It had never been entirely unpleasant to mess around with his brothers like that. There was always something fun to it that made the anxiety and nerves roll off of him. He’d never know what had changed if he didn’t try and this was probably the safest way he could find out - with people who would never push past a boundary he wasn’t comfortable with. “You…” Echo huffed - a little bit awkwardly - but he did move his arms out of the way a bit in a show of trust. “You can.”

Hunter looked a little shocked but he did start to smile a bit more at the possibility of being allowed to. “Really?” Hunter asked, again . All of this asking was making the heat in Echo’s face even worse. Echo tried not to outwardly groan as he nodded his acceptance. A grin spread across Hunter’s face that made Echo want to curl up. “Tell me when to stop.” Hunter’s hands moved slowly, always in Echo’s line of sight, as he experimentally poked a few times at Echo’s side. It wasn’t too bad but the unfamiliar sensation did make him bend away, hands following him and moving to scratch over the thin material of his shirt, the beginnings of soft laughter starting to pour out of his mouth from the sheer giddiness of it all. Echo clamped his hand over his mouth to try and muffle it as much as he could. He hadn’t been tickled since… before the citadel but he did remember that trying to hold back your reactions made whoever was tickling you simply try harder. Hunter did pause and scan his eyes over Echo’s face to check in on him. He was hoping Hunter would move on but he just sat there, watching and waiting for permission from Echo.

He swallowed the laughter that had been ready to come out and removed his hand from his mouth. “It’s okay. I’m fine. It just…” Echo rolled his eyes. “It just tickles. I’ll tell you when to stop.” The concern slipped off of Hunter’s face, getting replaced with a small smile as he got back to scratching his fingers over Echo’s side. Echo couldn’t help but remember Fives holding him down and tickling the shit out of him right before they left for a mission - something about how he was being sour and needed to smile and Echo had fought so hard to keep himself from outright giggling while his brother poked and prodded at every tried and true weak spot. Echo didn’t last long. That was nothing like this . The touch was so gentle it was a little maddening, but certainly not wholly unpleasant. It wasn’t a bad feeling, certainly not unbearable with how softly he was being touched. It wasn’t until Hunter used both hands to squeeze his lower ribs that he finally let go of holding back his reactions and bucked involuntarily - barking a surprised laugh before he could stop it.

“ Oh shit!” He hissed at the feeling - fluttery and insistent - and that made Hunter let out an amused hum. The gentle squeezing didn’t stop, not even when he tried to turn onto his side to put some distance between him and Hunter’s hands. The tactic of squeezing - now proving effective - was now being used to travel up and down his sides, stopping when Echo’s laugh kicked up a notch so that Hunter could fucking scribble his fingertips over the spot. It was weird to let someone tickle him but the gentleness associated with it was making it easier to keep himself from blocking any potential spots Hunter might want to try. He was used to protecting those spots with every ounce of energy he had but now he was leaving them out in the open and resolving himself to cover his face and squirm on his spot on the ground. A particularly sensitive spot right at the soft part of his side was traced then, causing a snort to leave him before he turned onto his side to press his face into the ground so his back was to Hunter now - unfortunately facing the rest of the group who was watching with amusement. It was a little embarrassing to be Maker damned giggling into the floor but he couldn’t be bothered too much over it.

“A little ticklish there, huh?” Don’t tease that’s so unfair. The playfulness in the question meant Echo didn’t have to answer it but his laugh did get a little louder then, something Hunter must’ve taken note of because he slowed down a bit. “Too much?” Hunter asked, fingers still gently tracing over the dip in his side and making that fluttery feeling even worse.

Echo couldn’t bring himself to look over but he did shake his head. “ Nohohoho . You can kehehehep goihihing!” He knew there were eyes on him, each of them most likely absolutely glinting with mischievousness or fondness but he wasn’t going to worry about that until he absolutely needed to. Preferably after Hunter was done testing out every patch of skin available to him.

He heard Hunter chuckle at him, his fingers pausing to rub comfortingly at the spot he was just teasing before starting their path again, this time beginning from his hip and climbing upwards in a light, swirling path that was absolutely impossible to ignore. “You tell me if you’re done. I mean it.” His tone was stern but it was so clear that he was smiling too wide to pour any true command into it. The reminder that this was up to Echo made his face burn again but he simply pushed his face further into his arm and tried to make his laugh sound as dignified as possible. His squirming increased as fingers climbed, giggles pouring out with more urgency as the path swirled upwards. It wasn’t until Hunter wiggled his fingers under his arm that he finally turned onto his back again, dislodging Hunter’s hand for a moment. The sergeant sat back on his heels, hands resting on his thighs so they were completely in view.

He let Echo breathe for a second and he took full advantage of that opportunity. Unfortunately it didn’t take long for one of their other brothers to grow impatient. “Hey.” Crosshair got their attention then nodded towards Echo. “He protects his stomach with his scomp when he doesn’t know what to do with it. You should try there.”

Echo flung a glare at the man, who had the gall to look smug. “ Dammit, Cross! ” Screw that enhanced eyesight and stupid observational skills. Even though he wasn’t being touched yet he did subconsciously do exactly what Crosshair had ratted him out for. His hand moved to cover his face but his other arm remained folded over his midsection. Hunter looked over Echo’s face and tipped his head, raising his hand to see if Echo would stop him. He squirmed in place but didn’t say anything and it made a happy grin spread across his brother’s face. Hunter gripped the scomp and slowly lifted it away, nervous laughter already falling out of Echo’s mouth. Hunter moved until he could rest Echo’s arm on the floor then pointed at him.

“Keep it out of the way. Alright?” All he could do was nod in agreement and hope that it wasn’t nearly as sensitive as he remembered it being, especially being so exposed. Hunter’s fingers collided with his side again - the same damn spot that got him to laugh in the first place - and the bastard walked them up his side and onto the outer edge of his stomach. He couldn’t help scrunching his nose when the tracing started again, this time zeroing in on his abdomen and skirting along in a way that made his muscles jump. He was already laughing again, the giddy feeling returning and making it bubble up in his chest. It was just as bad as before and - for some reason - it was more difficult to keep his hands out of the way. Maybe it was that he was so exposed, or the impulse to curl up that he had to avoid now. Either way he could feel that crawling, tingling, ticklish sensation make him want to wiggle away.

Hunter hummed again then skated his fingers along Echo’s lower stomach and chuckled when his bright laughter jumped up and turned a bit more frantic. “What about here?” Hunter asked, forming a claw and vibrating his hand. It was such a childish move but one that was extremely effective, Echo throwing his head back to laugh freely at the ceiling. “Hmm. Pretty good spot, huh?” The damn teasing again. Hunter didn’t keep that up for long, otherwise Echo was sure he’d have to stop then and there. Instead he went back to the method he’d tried earlier - poking his stomach and stopping to scratch at any spot that made Echo laugh harder than usual. It was an unfamiliar buzzing on his skin now but it was something he was well accustomed to before. He could barely get through a day without one of his brothers poking him just to see him squirm. Hell, even Rex and Cody would gang up on him from time to time, usually throwing him over one of their shoulders and squeezing his sides until he could do nothing but bury his face in their back and laugh. He never expected to miss those times - that they would be gone before he knew to appreciate them for what they were. He was reaching his limit, his body starting to get over sensitive to the touch and almost verging into too much. It wasn’t until Hunter used both sets of fingers to scribble into the flat expanse of his abdomen that he yielded, a jolt of electric tingles finally making him bring his arms down to block the area from further prodding.

“ Okay! Stohohop, I’m done!” He hadn’t even gotten all the words out before Hunter was backing off, keeping his hands in his lap where Echo could see them again. Echo rubbed his hand over the ghost of fluttering on his stomach, slowly letting the feeling ebb away and his giggles tapper off the longer he was left without the touch. Hunter carefully placed a hand on his arm and rubbed gently, careful to be firm enough not to tickle. It was a nice gesture as he regained his breath and got the energy to sit up. The hand on his arm migrated to his back - only to let Echo remember that Hunter was still there and was trying to support him.

There was a split second between Echo sitting up and tucking himself into Hunter’s chest, wrapping his arms around his brother to hug him. Hunter only hesitated for a second before curling his arms around Echo in return. Echo wasn’t sure why he couldn’t fight the urge to hug his brother. He didn’t quite know how to express his thanks, how to let Hunter know how much this had meant to him - how much they all meant to him. He was starting to get overwhelmed with a prickling of emotion in his chest. They’d tried so hard for him. They’d tried to make him comfortable and feel accepted and a part of not just their team but also their family. There wasn’t much he could say to thank them for that. He just hoped that he could give them the same things they’d given him. Hunter leaned his head on top of Echo’s as his hands rubbed up and down his back - carefully skating over the cybernetics embedded into his skin. The extra attention to not avoid the cybernetic parts of him made that swell pull at his chest again. He did pull away after a moment and Hunter let him go, eyes still checking him over to make sure he wasn’t too overwhelmed.

Despite how borderline embarrassed he felt he did find the courage to look at the rest of the batch. What he found was all of them watching him with exactly what he expected - a mix of mischievousness and fondness. It made him want to squirm again but he settled for wrapping his arms around his middle and hugging himself tight. “What?”

Wrecker was the only one who looked even remotely apologetic for staring, his hand reaching up to rub the back of his neck. “We just…” He shrugged and sent Echo a smile. “We hadn’t really heard you laugh yet.” Maker. Echo knew his face was red. It was a lot of attention that he wasn’t used to and he couldn’t help but feel a bit too seen under all of it. By some miracle he was saved - by Crosshair no less.

The sniper stood from his spot and shot him a grin. “Want to take me on next? Best two out of three?” Echo couldn’t help but smile back at him at the offer of a challenge, a distraction.

“I don’t know, are you going to cheat?” Echo asked but he was already pulling himself up off of the floor and getting into a starting stance. Crosshair didn’t answer, only mimicked Echo’s stance and raised his eyebrow. Waiting for Echo to make the first move. He sighed and shook his head. The risk of dirty, underhanded cheating was high but the reward of beating him would be sweeter .

The following weeks were filled with the same amount of check ins and questions that they’d given him before just with a new activity thrown in. Everytime it happened Echo got more used to it - the question and the feeling. Soon he started to feel the normalcy of it sink in and he began to anticipate when they’d ask, how they’d do it, and how long he could handle it before calling a truce. Wrecker was about as playful as Echo expected, sometimes punctuating his frequent request for hugs with an ask to make Echo laugh. He’d been picked up off of the ground more times than he could count, fingers digging into his sides while he dangled in the air and laughed. Tech had started asking when they were quietly counting down the hours in the cockpit together on watch. They’d try to keep it as quiet as possible so no one else got woken up but they’d get caught anyway, half fallen out of their chairs into a pile on the floor. He started to expect Crosshair to ask whenever they were bickering back and forth over something inconsequential. The best time was when they were both huddled in one of the lower bunks together, debating whether or not Crosshair could hit a specific target from a moving ship while hanging upside down. Echo was firmly in the boat that there was no way in hell he could and he’d believe it when he saw it. Was he exaggerating to get under the sniper’s skin? Yes. It was too easy. Crosshair huffed, narrowing his eyes at him before letting amusement play across his face.

“Any chance you’re up for me pestering you until you take that back?” Echo rolled his eyes but let out a nervous laugh already.

“Only if I can do it back.” Echo threw back at him.

“ Deal. ” Crosshair didn’t hesitate to grab his ankle and yank Echo onto his back. They nearly toppled off of the bunk a few times but eventually Echo did have to admit to being a little shit on purpose. Crosshair would’ve stopped had he just asked but putting up the front was part of the game and Echo didn’t want it to end.

Hunter usually was the kindest when he asked. At first he only did it when they were sitting quietly next to each other and minding their own business so he could be gentle about it. Echo always ended up curled up on the bunk, squirming while Hunter wiggled his fingers into any sensitive spots he could reach. Hunter’s favorite tactic was to get permission to lay on top of Echo, successfully pinning him down, then using his hair and the scruff of any facial hair he had to tickle Echo’s neck. Somehow that had become Hunter’s favorite way to get him to laugh and he couldn’t say it wasn’t fun. Over time he got to see a more playful side of Hunter, slowly evolving until they were all out brawling every now and again. It was those times with Hunter that built up his confidence in playing around with them. If there was anyone he had to sprint away from it was Hunter, who let himself goof off sometimes just to get some energy out or make the rest of them lose their attitudes.

“You can only tickle me if you catch me first!” Echo always took off before Hunter could catch on, hearing the sound of pounding feet behind him to propel him forward. He always got caught - there was no hiding from Hunter - but it always ended with the ship feeling lighter than it was before.

There would never come a day when everything felt like it had before. Things had changed, there was no going back to it now. Despite that there was still a lot that Echo could feel grateful for gaining. New additions to his family, a safe space to learn, and so many new experiences he was sure would come in time. He was grateful for the bit of understanding and security he’d carved out for himself, fitting perfectly in the spaces they had made for him and calling their little ship home.

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latinachiquita

1 year ago

"The kriff are these devils up to now...?" [WIP]

I COULD NOT WAIT ANY LONGER, THE SHADOWS ARE JUST A TEST, AND EVERYTHING IS ON FIRE BUT HERE'S A TASTE OF MY SWEET, SWEET ECHO WIP!! ENJOY!! 💗💋

Edit: the image is flipped :)). His tattoo says DO MI NO!! ♥

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Forever

WARNING: KISSING, MENTIONS OF BULLYING

The crowd in the Three Broomsticks was slowly dying down as the clock hands ticked closer to 8:00 pm. Y/n's eyes still kept looking for Severus. Out of habit, she started picking her nails, as her breath got heavier with worry. She looked up at the sky, and a shiver ran up her spine.

She has been feeling heavy all day. Y/n had been feeling something was off. She tried to convince herself it was nothing, but her intuition told her something was wrong.

She couldn't take it anymore. Y/n got up from her seat and climbed on the Hogwarts Express, but not before looking behind her, trying to find him. Her heart broke when she couldn't find him.

Her heart palpitated as she slowly made her way to the Slytherin dorm. But Y/n stopped midway when she spotted a familiar blonde boy pacing in front of the Hospital Wing.

Y/n had never seen Lucius so distressed. She slowly walked towards him. "What's wrong?"

He flinched. Lucius was so lost in his thoughts that he didn't realize when she came up to him. "Nothing. Nothing is wrong. Go back to your dorm." His stern voice tried to hide that he was worried.

"Fine, don't tell me." Y/n pretended to walk away. As soon as Lucius got away from the gate, she beelined for the hospital wing.

As soon as she entered, the sight in front of her almost made her lose her balance. Severus lay there on the hospital bed as Madam Pomfrey tended to his wounds.

His onyx eyes looked into the void. Y/n feared whatever thought was running through his head. Her heart broke when she heard him hiss as Madam Pomfrey applied a healing potion to his wounds.

Y/n held back a sob as she walked closer and more wounds appeared. "Severus." It hurt her throat to even speak. He looked up and looked paler when he recognized her voice.

"I'll be right back." Madam Pomfrey realized the couple needed a moment. Severus' eyes fluttered when he felt her warm hand on his cold one.

"I'm fine. There's no need to make a big deal about it." He retracted his hand. Instantly missing her warmth. But she shouldn't know what happened to him. She would see him for what he truly is. Weak. How is he meant to protect her when he can't even protect himself?

"Severus, please." She desperately held onto his hand, her breath shuddering as he looked into her eyes. Severus wondered why she looked in pain when he was the one with the wounds. "What happened?"

"You shouldn't be here." Severus looked away. He knew if he had looked into her eyes longer, he would break down and tell her everything. No. That would make him look weak. And she would leave him as everyone else did.

Y/n as a last resort, cupped his cheek. Her thumb soothingly caressed his cheek as she looked into his eyes again. "I'm here, and I'm not leaving you. You can push me away as much as you want. I'll fight you just to be with you."

Severus thickly swallowed. The passion in her eyes for him easily broke down the wall that he had built up over the years. His eyes were clouded with tears. "Can you please hold me?"

Y/n immediately but carefully got into the hospital bed and opened her arms for him like it was second nature. She tried her best not to cry. Severus wrapped his arms around her tightly and sobbed into her chest. Her heartbeat and warmth almost lulled him to sleep.

"The Marauders. They are still bullying me even after I stopped talking to Lily. What more do they want from me? Was it not enough for them to bully me just for existing?"

Silent tears dropped down her cheeks as his tears soaked into her skin. His body trembled, and she held him closer to her. Rage filled her heart. But couldn't leave him until she knew he was okay. Y/n started patting his head, softly humming as his breathing got normal.

"It's a lovely song." Severus weakly smiled at her. He closed his eyes as he felt her fingers tuck his hair behind his ear. Her breath shuddered as her eyes took in the wounds on him. Y/n blinked her tears away.

"My mother used to sing it for me whenever I used to have nightmares. Although it sounded better in her voice." Y/n's voice was heavy with sorrow. She couldn't see him in this state.

"Hmm, but it's your voice that makes me feel at home."

There was a beat of silence as the lovers held each other, trying to find comfort in each other.

Suddenly, Severus pulled away from her touch. Y/n frowned as he distanced himself from her. "How can you love me, Y/n? You deserve someone better. You deserve someone normal. Not someone like me who is weak and temperamental."

"Sev-"

"I AM A DISAPPOINTMENT, Y/N!" Severus winced. His wounds burned as he moved further away from her. He felt it was selfish to keep her in a relationship with him. He didn't deserve her warmth and love. "The marauders are right, Y/n. I shouldn't even exist."

Y/n was at a loss for words. This is not the first time Severus has pushed her away, and this won't be the last time she fights to be by his side.

Severus flinched when he felt her arms around his waist again. How is he going to survive without it?

"You made mistakes, Severus. But you owned your mistakes too. You are not a disappointment. You are so talented, smart, and brave." Y/n held his hand, tracing the previous scar.

Severus, if you were terrible, you would not have lived with the guilt of how you were with Lily. You would not have tried to mend your mistakes. And I know it's not a small thing that will be easily forgiven with a simple sorry. But you are genuinely guilty of what you did. And you are still punishing yourself for it. So no, you are not terrible. And I'm going to be with you until my heart stops beating."

Severus turned around and hugged her tightly, ignoring the pain that was shooting up all over his torso. "Thank you for your forgiveness and love, Y/n. I don't know how I will ever repay you for being so patient and kind to me."

Y/n smirked, "You could kiss me." Severus chuckled as she wiped his tears. He looked into her eyes before he cupped her cheeks and tugged her closer. His lips clashed with hers as his tongue savored the traces of coffee and chocolate on her tongue. His hands frantically went to her back, holding her closer as he kissed her deeper.

They didn't realize when they broke the kiss until they were gasping for air. "I love you so much, Y/n." Severus desperately proclaimed.

"And I love you," she whispered against his lips. A promise that she won't let the marauders get away with this.

A/N: I wrote this on my phone so now I have an excuse for my shitty writing . REBLOGS AND COMMENTS ARE APPRECIATED

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1 year ago

My Queen, it has a appear that after the wild ride with Hunter of the phermones.

Someone has requested of a… *reads the paper out loud*

“My Queen, I request for Pheromones but with Echo please Queen of Clone Fanfic to witness the feral within of beloved Echo and kindly… make it nasty smut.”

But if you wish to rest, kindly ignore this, please.

You should not unleash me, especially not on Echo, yet here we are...

This has gotten out of hand. Well, you wanted nasty.

Echo x Fem!Reader One-Shot - Good Girl

My Queen, It Has A Appear That After The Wild Ride With Hunter Of The Phermones.

Warnings: Sexual Content/Smut/Dirty Stuff/Dom-Echo/Sub-Reader/Pollen/Dub-Con/PiV/PiA/FiV/FiA/Rough Sex/"Toy" Use/Dirty Talk/Well, a lot of really smutty stuff/ 18 +

When the Bad Batch boys return to the Marauder after a mission to an unexplored planet, Echo feels feverish. What none of the men know is that Echo has inhaled pollen from native plants that are about to take their extreme effect. Still feeling strange as the boys leave for their next mission shortly thereafter, Echo stays behind in the Marauder with you. Echo lies in his bunk, most parts of his armor already removed. He is much too warm, his pulse is racing. He can't explain what's going on, because he doesn't really feel sick, but he senses that something is wrong with him. "You didn't have to stay here because of me," he says, taking off his gloves as you come into the main room. "It's okay, Echo. I'd rather be here in case your condition worsens," you say softly. He takes off his bracers, wearing only his Blacks and codpiece. "Didn't you have a date with a friend today?" he inquires. You wave it off and say, "That's not too important. I can make up for that meeting another time."

He smiles at you, you smile back.

When you turn around and bend down to pick something up, you have turned your back to him and Echo has a perfect view of your rear end. A tingle goes through his body, he feels himself getting even warmer and his cock swells behind the codpiece, against his will. He can't stop staring, only when you straighten up again and turn around does he tear his gaze away. You look at each other. You can tell by the look on his face that something is wrong. "Echo? Is everything all right?" "Sure," he says hurriedly. You ask him cautiously, "Can I leave you alone for a moment? Tech asked me to take care of something in the engine room." Echo swallows, he finally nods hastily, trying to suppress the impulses that suddenly force themselves on him. "Of course, go ahead." Echo watches you disappear into the engine room. His imagination runs away with him, his head a wild jumble of images of you sucking his cock, of him pressing you against one of the machines and taking you from behind, of him shoving his scomp link up your ass. He shakes his head, sweat standing on his forehead.

He mumbles softly to himself, "What the hell is wrong with you? You've had the hots for her for a while now, but your fantasies have never been this wild and intrusive." Echo can't help himself, the images won't let him go, the thought of hearing you moan and whimper while writhing in ecstasy is incredibly seductive. Quite automatically, he removes his codpiece without really thinking about it. His pants are very clearly bulging at the crotch. Like a sleepwalker, he stands up and walks towards the machine room. The corridors between the machines are very narrow, you can't run away from him here. He spots you, half bent over one of the machines, screwing the lid of a container back on. As if controlled by a stranger, he walks directly toward you. Echo presses against you from behind. You let out a startled little cry. Through the thin yoga pants you are wearing, you can very clearly feel the bulge in his Blacks pressing against your buns. "Echo?!"

Shakily, his hand reaches forward, moves under your shirt and up to your breasts. You have no idea what's gotten into him. Echo is actually rather reserved, even when flirting. But now he's pressing up against you. He literally rips the bra off your breasts, you can hear the material tearing. The next moment, he gets hold of one of your tits and kneads it greedily. It's all so surprising and seems basically wrong, but you can't help it, you're instantly aroused. Even though your pulse is still racing from shock, you feel a pulsing in your pussy as your clit swells and moisture gathers in your panties. He rubs his hard length unabashedly against your buns through the fabric of your clothing. You hear how hard he breathes. You're sandwiched between him and the machine, barely able to move. The arm with the scomp link moves forward and rubs over the fabric between your legs, over your pussy. The end of the scomp-link rubs right over your pearl. He murmurs in a smoky voice, "I wish I still had two hands". You moan his name softly, then give a low squeak as he gently bites your neck. Close to your skin, he murmurs, "I'm going to fill all your holes with cum." His dirty words are unexpected and trigger a pulse inside you. Automatically, you push your pelvis back, into his grinding motions, harder against his crotch.

"Good girl," he growls softly. He's so hot, his mind still racing with wild sexual fantasies of you. Echo feels the irrepressible urge to have you, in every way he can imagine. Suddenly, he jerks you around to face him. You look into his eyes, which look so dark, almost black. He stares at you without blinking. "On your knees," he growls softly. You don't even think about contradicting him, you automatically get down on your knees and see him pull down his Blacks. Right in front of your face, his hard cock plops out from behind the fabric. Long, thick, gently curved and pre-cum leaking. He slides the scomp link under your chin to lift it slightly, grabs the base of his cock with his other hand and guides the tip to your lips. "Be a good girl and take it in your mouth". His voice is raspy, rough, as if he can barely speak due to his arousal. You lick over his tip, it tastes salty. No sooner are your lips open than he pushes his cock into your mouth with a moan. The surprised sound that wants to come out of your mouth is muffled by his cock. "Suck!", he exclaims almost desperately, as if he is in pain, and only you can take it from him.

You start sucking on him, with one hand gently fondling his balls. His hand grips your hair, tighter than you expected. The tugging brings tears to your eyes. Echo doesn't really give you time to adjust or prepare. As you suck on his cock, your tongue pressed against the underside of his hard length, he keeps advancing so far that you can only suppress the gag reflex with difficulty. By now, tears are running down your cheeks, your mascara running and leaving little black trails on your face. His beat is ruthless, hard, fast. Echo looks down, hears and sees you sucking him, struggling to keep up with him. Part of him is ashamed of what he's putting you through, but in the foreground is his horniness, and the sight turns him on so much that his thighs begin to tremble. His balls tighten, the knot that has formed in his stomach loosens, and he cums in your mouth, shooting a thick load down your throat that you almost choke on. As he takes his cock out of your mouth, you try to swallow, catch your breath and want to wipe your face, but he immediately yanks you back to your feet, turns you around and bends you over the machine in front of you.

Echo is far from done with you. He is still hard, still hot, still hungry. He pulls your pants with a jerk, including your panties to the ankles. Impatiently, he brushes off your shoes and finally your pants, tossing both carelessly to the side. With one knee, he forces your legs apart, which again elicits a small startled sound from you. You still can't believe what is happening here. You are definitely horny, but also intimidated, insecure. Yet you want him, you want him to use you. You don't even try to complain or fight him off. Suddenly, you feel his fingers between your legs and bite your lower lip. His fingers shakily slide through your damp folds, dipping a tiny bit into your sensitive, wet hole. "Nice and wet, that's good," he growls. The next moment, you feel the tip of his cock pressing against your entrance. He immediately applies pressure, sliding into you, not roughly but not exactly slowly either. You let out a little cry as he fills you so suddenly, stretching your little hole with his thick cock.

Echo immediately picks up speed and starts thrusting into you while he presses you onto the machine with his hand on your back. The room immediately fills with the wet sound of his cock thrusting into your dripping pussy and his pelvis slapping your bare buns with each thrust. He gasps, moans and grunts uninhibitedly as he takes you. Your pussy clenches greedily around his cock as if it had longed to be fucked so properly. Your clit pulsates and your hand automatically moves there, your fingers begin a wild dance on the bundle of nerves. Suddenly you feel his hand leave your back, his thrusts slow down temporarily. Then you feel him dribble something on the small hole between your buns, it's cold and slippery. You don't know where he got the gel, but when he starts rubbing it into the tight ring of muscles, you're thankful he has some, because shortly after, he puts on his scomp link and shoves it up your ass.

You moan hoarsely, almost screaming, but your fingers continue to dance over your clit unperturbed and his thrusts pick up speed again. His cock drills into your pussy while the scomp link, between your buns, begins to vibrate. It feels shameful, but at least as horny. The vibration in your anus, his cock working between the slick walls of your pussy, the sounds he makes that your bodies make. The intensity of the pulse in your pussy peaks. Your orgasm is so violent that your whole body twitches and trembles as he shoots another load into you with a long-drawn-out moan. With a smacking plop, he pulls the scomp link out of your ass. Echo is still hard, still hungry. He pulls his cock out of your pussy, pushing your ass a little further down to his level with his hand, then you feel his tip press against your lubed up anus. "Fuck!" you groan out, "Echo, you're too big!" His hand claws at your hip as he very slowly applies pressure. He's shaking, he's completely tense, trying with all his might to hold back, to take it slow. He applies more pressure and his tip gently sinks between your buns. Echo moans out again. You feel very clearly how he stretches you, the line between pain and horniness becomes thinner and thinner.

"I'll fill that hole with cum, too," he growls. The idea is hot, but also scary. You are not properly prepared, the scomp link is too narrow to stretch your little hole sufficiently. He slowly penetrates further and further. You moan and whimper softly as your fingers move to your clit again. Echo sees what you are doing, he laughs softly and growls aroused, "That's a good girl. Rub that little clit while I fuck your ass". Hearing him talk dirty like that gives you that extra kick. The pulse in your center builds again. Finally, he is completely absorbed in you and your thighs tremble slightly with arousal, nervousness and tension. He begins to move. The feeling is intense, it hurts a little, but the arousal prevails, and your fingers diligently continue to rub over your little pearl. "Perfect tight ass," he growls, kicking it up a notch until he's moving so fast again that the room is filled with the sound of his pelvis slapping your buns. He fucks your ass intensely, thrusting into the small hole between your buns again and again, panting, grunting, moaning. "We should do this every day," he growls. His fingers on your hips are still tight against you, leaving marks. But suddenly his grip loosens, he slows. His thighs quiver, his thrusts become erratic. "Oh Maker," he moans, his voice suddenly far from raspy and rough. Again, an orgasm pulses through your pussy as his cock throbs in your ass, and he spurts his warm load into your rear entrance. He breathes heavily. "Oh Maker," he repeats, sounding downright terrified. He carefully leaves your body, pulling his cock out from between your buns and taking a step back. For a moment, Echo stares at your body as his cum drips from both of your holes. "Uh... are you okay?" he asks cautiously, "I'm so sorry. I don't know what got into me"

The heat has escaped his body. Whatever has been in his system has now dissipated. You groan, whimpering softly. "Oh Maker," Echo says again, breathlessly startled at himself. He carefully helps you up and takes you to the refresher, where he undresses you completely and puts you in the shower. He has pulled his Blacks back up and his cheeks are flushed with embarrassment as he gently washes you and supports you, so you don't fall over. Echo hurriedly gets you fresh underwear, a long shirt, helps you dress and takes you to one of the bunks. As he carefully tucks you in and brings you a glass of water, he says shyly, "You haven't said a word yet." You blink, take a sip of the water, then say honestly, "I have no idea what to say" "You probably hate me now," he says, swallowing. "No," you say shaking your head, "You've got me a little scared, surprised, maybe a little overwhelmed. But I don't hate you." Echo takes a deep breath, then says, "I suspect this fever I've had since we were on this planet has something to do with the whole thing" "Possibly," you say thoughtfully.

When your eyes meet, Echo shyly avoids your gaze, but you grab his chin and force him to look at you. "Hey, you just fucked pretty much every one of my holes, so I guess you'll be able to look me in the face," you tease him. His cheeks turn red again, and he blinks, but he holds your gaze. You look at him gently and say, "Now I've earned some cuddles, don't you think?" Echo raises his brows in surprise. "You want to cuddle with me?" You nod with a smile. "Oh, of course," he says hurriedly, "I'd love to." Echo carefully lays down with you and gently wraps his arms around you. He whispers, "You know I have a crush on you, right?" You laugh softly and say, "Good thing it's mutual, otherwise we'd have a problem now."

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latinachiquita

1 year ago

Love, Love, LLOOVVEE!!!

Congrats on 200 followers!!

May I please request Echo with number 2 por favor 🥹🥹

Now this is an Echo prompt I can write… 🙈 Apparently I am all about soft Echo right now. 🥲 So this was more fluffy than spicy, but hopefully it’s a pleasant read! 💕

Echo x GN!Reader - 411 words - suggestive but SFW?

You couldn’t bring yourself to leave the refresher. You felt so self-conscious, so absolutely ridiculous… you’d promised Echo a lil something special to celebrate your anniversary together, but as you studied your scantily-clad form in the mirror, all you could hear were negative thoughts. Pulling on a robe, you resigned, defeated, and headed out to the living room where you’d told him to wait for you. He met you with a smile, as always, looking up from his scomp with an almost bashful expression. All this time and he still had self doubt. It warmed your heart, actually, to realize he shared your struggle in a way, and you snuggled up next to him, pressing yourself against metal and flesh alike under his thin loungewear.

“I’m sorry…” you admitted, “I had this cute outfit but… I just can’t… I look gross.”

He leaned away slightly, just enough to be able to see your face, cupping it gently with his hand. “I thought we agreed not to hate on ourselves,” he said quietly, pressing a kiss to your temple.

“We did… I just… had something different in mind.”

“I did too,” he soothed, words holding more meaning than just the current situation.

You chuckled dryly, opening your mouth to respond, but his lips covered yours immediately, his body revealing his desire as he pressed into you. Kisses deepened, tongues caressing each other and teeth dragging across lips, then he moved to your neck, sucking and nibbling so suggestively that you felt an immediate tingle between your legs. His hot breath reached your collarbone, and with an inquisitive glance to you, he began sliding the robe off your shoulders. Pushing back the hollering voices in your head about all your doubts, you shrugged it off, revealing your outfit and all your flaws along with it. His pale golden eyes dropped, taking it all in with the softest, most worshipful expression, before he looked back up to your face.

“That is the most attractive thing I have ever seen in my life,” he said, voice cracking with unexpected emotion. He ghosted a hand across you, reverently, slowly, then ran it gently down your arm.

“I appreciate that, but…”

“If you won’t listen to my words, listen to this,” he interrupted, husky with desire. He scooped his arms around you, careful as always with his metal parts, and laid you back on the couch to lavish you with affection and cover you with his love.

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latinachiquita

1 year ago

Bonus

Echo didn't tell him.

Hunter looks like he drinks Tea.

Here is another stupid drawing inspired by something I just to do when I was a kid.

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latinachiquita

1 year ago

Do you take requests? I would love to read something with Hunter where he teaches you how to fight :))) smut is also welcome

Hmm, thanks for the input 🔥🔥🔥

Hunter x Fem!Reader One-Shot - Show Me What You've Got

Do You Take Requests? I Would Love To Read Something With Hunter Where He Teaches You How To Fight :)))

Warnings: Smut/Strongly Suggestive/Soft-Dom Hunter/Training Turns To Smut/Sexual Content/Dub-Con(?)/Dirty Stuff/18+

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You won't find much of a plot here 🤷🏻‍♀️

Also, I'm so tired I could cry, so this is not proofread, sorry...

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You are much too self-confident, actually you already know that before you visit him, so far you never beat hunter in a sparring session. But you want to try out the few moves you learned yesterday. And who would be better suited for that than Hunter, whom you like to get close to anyway? The man is downright outrageously handsome, with his dark hair, that striking face, those firm muscles under his toned skin. Combined with that deep, slightly smoky voice, the way he moves and looks at you, a cocktail that always makes your heart beat faster and fills your nights with wild dreams. Hunter really likes to be alone. You know that because he always makes sure he has a training room all to himself in the barracks. Basically, Hunter withdraws from others at every opportunity rather than seeking their proximity. You know why he takes time off whenever he can, trains alone, and spends as little time as possible with other soldiers besides his own squad. Hunter's extraordinary senses cause him to be quickly exposed to sensory overload, with things that others wouldn't even notice. Being continuously exposed to everything in this way, you imagine, is very exhausting.

So you can understand his general reserve. Hunter is already waiting for you when you enter the training room. He has already spread out the large mat on the floor, which is supposed to cushion any possible falls. You examine him quickly, inconspicuously. Black muscle shirt, black sports pants, barefoot. Of course, he's wearing his bandana, as usual. He has bandaged his hands, probably he intends to go to the punching bag later, you have observed him secretly, fascinated sometimes. The flex of his muscles, the power behind each punch, his posture. You suppress a longing sigh at the thought. Hunter addresses you, snapping you out of your thoughts. "There you are. I've been waiting." You glance at the clock hanging on the wall of the room above your heads, and say dryly, "I'm five minutes early." Hunter smiles with a mischievous twinkle in his eye, "I know, but you're usually in earlier than that" You blink, feeling caught. Does he know that you sometimes secretly watch him? But he distracts your thoughts again.

"You learned something new you wanted to try with me?" he asks curiously. "Um, yeah, right. Something Wolffe showed me." Hunter frowns briefly and asks, so casually it almost doesn't seem casual anymore, "Since when do you hang out with the wolf pack?" The way you look at him makes him feel like you're looking right into him and seeing through his curious question. So he looks down at his hands and pretends he needs to fix the bandages. Somehow you can't recognize his behavior for what it is at this moment. You shrug your shoulders and say, "For quite some time now, as a matter of fact, sometimes. Did I never tell you about it before?" "No, you didn't," Hunter says, clearing his throat and pulling his bandana a little tighter. "Well, now I've told you," you say lightly, unaware of why he's so interested. Hunter nods and says, "Okay, show me what you've got."

His gaze wanders along your body, your posture. Your black yoga pants hugging your curves, the shirt you wear is a little wider, but knotted in the back. Hunter is distracted and promptly lands on his back as you pull his legs away with a simple trick. He makes a startled noise before landing on the ground. Grinning, you bend over him. "Well, that was easy today," you say, amused.

"I wasn't fully on top of my game. That doesn't count." You snort and laugh softly, "Oh come on Hunter, no one on the battlefield cares if you're ready or not either". His eyes narrow, and he says suspiciously smoky, "Hmm, good point". In the next moment he's grabbed you, taken down your defenses, has you on your back and is on top of you.

"Damn," you curse softly and try to break free, but he holds you under him with ease. He grins at you and your heart really jumps out at him, but not only that, a gentle pulse has arisen between your thighs as your nether regions touch, and you feel every contact very clearly through the thin fabric of your pants. "Gotcha, once again," he says with a grin.

You smile back nervously. You are aware of how sharp his senses are, and he will notice the change in your mood and hormone balance very quickly. Finally, you see it in his face. His expression changes, the smile slowly disappears, he blinks and tilts his head slightly to the side. "That's new," he says softly. You don't even ask what he means, because you already know. You swallow and say just as quietly, "Sorry." You expect him to let go of you and seek distance, but he surprises you. Hunter grabs both of your wrists with one hand and pins them above your head on the mattress, his other hand gently moving to the back of your neck. "There is no need to be sorry, if you ask me".

He knows it's a daring move, but he cant help it, he has to take the leap and taste the waters.

Your heart almost jumps out of your chest as his face comes closer and closer. His lips touch yours, slowly at first, tenderly, and your pulse begins to race, your eyes closing. Hunter's tongue slides over your lips which automatically open for him, and as it slides in and touches yours, the pulse between your thighs intensifies. You moan softly into the kiss. Very clearly, you feel him slowly getting hard as his pelvis still rests on yours, between your thighs. The hand that is on your neck slowly moves down, over the fabric of your shirt, feeling your breasts, gently kneading them, probing. His thumb feels your nipples, which are erected, pressing through the thin fabric of your bra and shirt.

A shiver runs down your spine, a tingle spreads through your belly as he plays with your nipples through the fabric, still holding you captive beneath him and his kiss. Ever so slowly, barely noticeably, he moves between your legs, pushing his hard length through the fabric, rubbing over your pubic, sparking gentle, stimulating friction. Hunter's hand finally moves under the fabric, while the other still holds your wrists. You feel his bare fingertips on your skin, the rough fabric of the bandages on his hands as he pushes the cups of your bra up and off your breasts to get at the soft, velvety mounds beneath. Suddenly he straightens up, sitting between your thighs, and let's go of you. He points an admonishing finger at you with a dirty little smile and says, " Stay right there." You obey, not even thinking of contradicting him. He takes off the bandages, removes them from his hands and tosses them carelessly to the side before throwing himself over you again. He stops just inches away from your face, catches himself with his hands on the mat, and grins at you.

Hunter teasingly kisses your chin and the tip of your nose, then straightens up again, pulling your T-shirt over your head. "Be a good girl and come with me," he says in an almost whisper, close to your ear, just before he bites your earlobe very gently.

You swallow, but nod and let him help you up. Clad only in your panties, you follow him to a side chamber where other workout equipment is stored. Hunter leads you to one of the benches where people usually lift weights, puts his towel over it and gently but firmly pushes you onto it so that you are lying on your back in front of him.

With a little smirk, he says, "Good girl."

Hunter wanders down along your body, pulling off your yoga pants and murmuring, "I really need to smell and taste you." You blink, heat flooding your body the second you realize exactly what he means by that. Your pants land on the floor, then his fingers travel down from the base of your breasts to where your body is radiating the most heat. His fingertips ghost over the thin fabric of your panties, lingering on the wet spot, exerting playful pressure. Hunter is kneeling in front of the bench, head between your thighs, close to your pubic area, he takes a deep breath and shakily expels it. "Damn, what a scent!"

His cock is already twitching expectantly in his pants, your hormones, the luring substances your body produces in arousal, tingling under his skin, from crown to toe. His fingers finally wander under the waistband of your panties and pull them off as well.

You can't believe that you are lying practically naked on a bench in one of the training halls, Hunter's head between your thighs. He has reserved this room for himself, but it is not locked, someone could still come in. But this thought suddenly disappears from your mind when you feel his breath on your damp folds, and shortly after his lips and tongue.

He presses his tongue to your pussy, roaming through your folds, dipping into your sensitive, wet hole once or twice, making you twitch, before he focuses on your clit. His tongue, exerting perfect pressure, circles skillfully and nimbly on the bundle of nerves. You haven't noticed it yourself yet, but you're already sighing, moaning and gasping, fueling him in his efforts. Hunter feels exactly each of your reactions, knows exactly when and what causes your arousal to increase, and thus learns very quickly, to perfection, every pressure, every movement that sends you into ecstasy. You tremble with aroused tension, your thighs quiver gently. You are so horny, and yet a part of you is very aware of what is happening and can't quite grasp it. That's Hunter tonguing your clit as if he's been programmed to do just that. It feels so good, everything is tingling and vibrating inside you, your hands are gripping the bench above your head and clutching at it.

He is relentless. You hear the soft slurp, a repetitive soft aroused rumble deep from his chest as he holds your thighs apart with his hands. He's getting faster and faster, his tongue gliding over your swollen pearl more and more rapidly. Hunter is literally chasing you towards your orgasm. The knot that has formed in your belly loosens, a fiery tingle pulses through your clit, your pussy twitches and drips. Your moan is almost like a little scream. Hunter's tongue massages you through a prolonged, intense climax.

You dare only a brief glance and see his intense eyes, the pupils so dilated that his eyes seem almost black. His senses are full of you, your scent and your hormones have practically overpowered him. He lets go of your clit, just at the right moment, and you're just about to catch your breath when he moves further down and his tongue suddenly drills into your dripping opening and starts licking you out. "Hunter!" you exclaim, startled. Hypersensitive after climaxing, you twitch and tremble as he uses his tongue to fill you. He has to grip tighter to keep you from escaping his grasp and slipping off the bench with your twitching. You claw even harder with your hands on the bench. Hunter takes his time, absorbing every drop of your juices like a starving man. It takes a moment, but your arousal builds again. Suddenly his head comes out from between your legs and he takes a deep breath.

"What a feast, my good girl," he says in a voice rough with horniness. He straightens up, kneeling in front of the bench, his pelvis between your thighs, and you catch a glimpse of his hard length. His cock is thick, long, gently curved, the tip slightly red and swollen, leaking pre-cum. You lick your lips, knowing what's coming next, can't wait to feel him inside you. But you're also a little nervous. You know him, you know he won't hurt you, but this has all happened so suddenly and quite unexpectedly. As if sensing it, he looks at you and asks softly, "Are you ready for me, beautiful?" You blink, feeling a little breathless, but you nod and say, "I couldn't be more ready." He smirks, looks down, grips the base of his cock and guides the tip to your pussy. Hunter is hungry, very much so, but he takes it slow, applying only gentle pressure at first, prodding at your entrance, softly. You bend your legs and pull them up, opening your thighs invitingly a little wider for him.

Hunter applies more pressure, parts your wet folds and slowly advances between your slick walls. You watch him as he tenses his muscles. He licks his lips, looks down and watches in fascination as his hard length sinks into you. As he bottoms out in you, he closes his eyes for a moment and takes a deep breath. The feeling is intense, for both of you. For him as your wet heat closes around his cock, his senses full of you, and for you as he stretches and fills you. One of his hands moves to your hip and grips gently but firmly, the other moves to your pubic area. His fingertips gently glide over your clit, which is swollen, gently pulsing. Your legs clamp gently but firmly around his hips, showing him you're ready for more. Hunter smiles in satisfaction. He can definitely feel and smell your willingness. He knows that his fingers dancing on your pearl have got you going again. His hips pull back a bit and thrust into you again. A soft wet sound, accompanied by the impact of naked skin on naked skin, fills the room. He takes you slowly, but he gradually speeds up. You feel each thrust, erotically invading, combined with your pearl pulsing under his fingers, and you lean your head back.

Hunter watches you, your every movement, the way your breasts move with each of his thrusts, and again and again he looks down, watching your bodies merge. "This is so good, Hunter," you moan, pushing against his thrusts, using your hands on the bench to push. He's getting faster and faster. The accelerating, lewd sound of your bodies colliding with each thrust, mixed with your lustful sounds, is like music to his ears. The tension, the intensity increases, you feel it too. You automatically tense your abdomen, causing your pussy to close even tighter around his cock.

He lets out a half-swallowed moan. His fingers on your clit quicken, his whole body tense, hard as granite. You groan out in a near whisper, "So close." "Good girl," Hunter presses out breathlessly.

His thrusts become irregular, he bites his lower lip, his hand on your hip grips tighter. Your climax pulses through the center of your body, makes your pussy twitch, and your thighs shake. A curse comes across your lips. The next moment you hear him let out a deep, drawn-out moan, feel his warm seed coating your walls. Two-three more slow, firm thrusts and Hunter pauses, breathing heavily. You both catch your breath, only now noticing that everything here smells musty like an old gym, mixed with the distinct tangy, salty smell of sex. He leaves your body, gently cleans you with the towel. Then, finally, your eyes meet again. You look at each other for a moment, then both of you grin. "That was an interesting workout," you say, laughing softly. He chuckles and says, "That's something Wolffe sure didn't show you." You look at him cheekily and say, "How would you know?" Hunter frowns, his smile disappears, he doesn't seem to know quite what to say. You can see his shoulders tense. You chuckle and say, "You should see your face. Relax Sergeant, you're the only soldier who's been between my thighs so far."

Hunter's shoulders relax again, he raises a brow in amusement, "If you don't mind, I'd like to remain the only one in the future"

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latinachiquita

1 year ago

we don’t talk enough about how fucking strong echo is. Like he makes the tough decisions when no one else is willing to speak up. He’s incredibly brave even in the face of adversity AND he confronts leadership when he thinks they’re doing something wrong or not making the right decision. He is the perfect example of having core principles and morals, sticking to them no matter what and fighting for them so others have the same chances of survival as he does.

Echo is fucking GREAT.

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latinachiquita

1 year ago

I come bearing gift 🥳 (aka filthy fic prompts 👀)

Can I request "I'm either joining or watching, you pick." with Hunter 😘

Oh my goodness, this took me way longer than I anticipated!

(No) Vacancy

🔥Hunter x Female!Reader One-Shot🔥

Summary: Hunter hears you calling out for him, and he’s ready to answer. 5800 words.

Warnings: NSFW, 18+. Minors DNI. Female masturbation, PiV sex, oral, slight overstimulation? Pure smut.

Author’s Note: Uhhh this one got away from me and is pure, PURE self indulgent smut. Hunter is rotting me inside and out. I hope you enjoy, please let me know what you think!

@wizardofrozz I think you sent me this prompt? If not, true person reveal yourself! But I hope you like it! 🥺👉👈 I slightly edited the prompt in the fic. Thanks for the request!!!

Thank you @wanderer-six and @mylifeisactuallyamess for proof-reading this nonsense. ❤️

I Come Bearing Gift 🥳 (aka Filthy Fic Prompts 👀)

“Well, it’s no royal Naboo palace, but it’ll do.” You observed the outside of the dingy inn as you slipped your hood off your head.

It was tucked away in a dark, grimy corner of a seedy town you were dispatched to by Cid.

A neon “No Vacancy” sign flickered on and off, half the letters dark. The road leading up to it was completely empty except for you and Clone Force 99, who were illuminated by the fading neon lights.

You raised an eyebrow at Hunter, who gave a small shrug as you checked the map on your datapad, making sure this was the right place.

“I’d rather stay on The Marauder…or take my chances on the streets.” Echo huffed, a look of disdain on his face as he walked up beside Hunter, both clad in civilian clothes, as were the rest of you.

“Aww, it can’t be that bad! At least we get our own rooms! I can’t remember the last time that happened, if ever!”

Wrecker grasped Tech’s shoulder, giving it a hearty shake in elation as Tech tried to hold on to his goggles, his body being heaved back and forth.

Wrecker was overjoyed at the thought of a real bed and space to spread out, as was Omega.

“I’ve never had an entire room to myself before!” She buzzed with excitement, not caring about the rundown appearance of the inn.

“It is the most logical situation, if we are to gather any intel for Cid.” Tech gave a quick glare to Wrecker, who had released his poor shoulder. He adjusted his goggles. “If we act as travelers we won’t attract as much attention, even if the state of this lodging is…less than desirable. But I will be honest in stating it will be nice to have a sleep uninterrupted by snoring.”

Tech gestured at Wrecker, his goggles reflecting the flashing neon sign of the lodge as he looked down at his datapad.

“Hey, I don’t snore that loud!” Wrecker pouts, crossing his arms. “That’s easy for you to say. You’re not the one hearing it.” Echo scoffed, rolling his eyes.

“Alright boys, enough.” Hunter pinched the bridge of his nose. “It’s only for a few nights, and we can all agree that even though this place isn’t…grand by any means, it’s better than nothing. The faster we can find this shipment location, the faster we can get off this planet.” Hunter felt exposed without his armor, and didn’t want to be here any longer than anyone else.

You were all tired from the long journey here. You were stuck on The Marauder for a few days too long, and everyone was on a slight edge, ready for real rest.

You had been sent to this backwater Outer Rim planet by Cid, tasked with gathering intel on the whereabouts of a high-value smuggled shipment. According to her, the parcel was worth enough credits to buy ten Marauders, and then some.

“This is a delicate situation, bandana, and your goon squad attracts a lot of attention. I need you to blend in, and not cause too much trouble, you understand?” Cid said as she gave Hunter an irritated look from behind her desk.

“We’ll try our best.” Hunter frowned, knowing this mission wasn’t going to be as easy as it seemed. It never was.

Cid rolled her eyes. “Well, I know subtlety isn’t your strong suit so I booked you a place to stay, to stake out and listen for any leads. Your ship might cause a stir, especially if you show up in armor, so you’ll be staying here, acting as civilians while you find the location of the shipment.” She slid over a holodisc with coordinates to a small town inn, where you’d be staying. “Try not to mess this one up, okay, broody? If they get a whiff of someone poking their nose around, they will move it and it might be gone for good. There’s a lot of credits at stake here. You best blend in, for your own sake.”

You remembered Hunter trying to argue with Cid, saying being in one place too long without armor was dangerous. But Cid promised there wouldn’t be trouble if you kept your heads down.

“I don’t know about you, but a real shower is enough for me. I guess we finally have something to thank Cid for.” You quipped, trying to stay positive.

The corners of Hunter’s lips formed a tiny smirk at your comment.

“Don't get too excited, even The Marauder has hot water. Most of the time. Can’t guarantee anything at this place.” You gave him a playful look, smirking back.

Hunter dug into one of his pockets, pulling out small cards that allowed you to access your rooms. “Alright, we’ll meet up at the rendezvous spot early tomorrow. We have a lot of ground to cover.” You looked at your access card, a small number indicating your room location.

Looking at the map of the inn, your room was right next to Hunter’s, the rest of the boys and Omega’s room spread throughout the lodging.

You bid goodnight to everyone as they retreated to their rooms, leaving you and Hunter walking to your own. “Do you think this shipment even exists?” You asked, also getting tired of the wild womp rat chases Cid sent you on.

Hunter let out a sigh. “I don’t know. The intel is limited, and I sense Cid isn’t telling us everything. As usual.” You gave him a soft look, knowing look. Hunter was growing tired of working for Cid, and carries a lot of stress over protecting his team and Omega. His dedication to his family was something you admired about him, among many other things.

“At least she coughed up some accommodation this time around.” You said as Hunter gave a grunt, his eyes flicking to yours. “Yeah…we’ll see if the cards even unlock our rooms. If we even have them.” You had reached your individual doors, stopping in front of Hunter’s, yours only a few feet down the hall from his.

You smiled, the words coming out of your mouth before you could stop yourself. “Well if your access card doesn’t work, you can always come to my room.” Hunter’s eyes locked on yours as you felt heat blaze up to your cheeks at the realization of what you just said. “Err…I uh… I could stay with Omega and you could take my room is what I meant!” You stuttered, trying to salvage your previous statement.

You cursed yourself internally, knowing Hunter probably sensed your heartbeat increasing. You’ve noticed stumbling your words more often around him. Any time he looked your way, all thoughts exited your head and you could only focus on his deep brown eyes, strong jaw, wide shoulders…

The sound of a door unlocking brought you back to the moment. “Well, it seems like my card works. I guess Cid didn’t stiff us. I’ll have to take you up on that offer another time.” You sucked in your breath, trying to figure out what he meant as he slowly opened his door, but didn’t immediately walk in.

“If you need anything, you know where I am.” Hunter hesitated for a moment, looking at you. What you didn’t know was him having the same thoughts as you, admiring your beauty, secretly wanting to join you in your room, hoping what you claimed was a mistake was actually the truth slipping out.

But he didn’t want to overstep and couldn’t bring himself to say anything.

“Yes…uh…goodnight, Hunter.” He nodded, and stepped into his room before he said something he might end up regretting.

You let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding as you cursed at yourself internally again, accessing your own room. It was small, dinky, and run down, but it was something. The first thing you tested was the shower, and as luck would have it, the water was hot. It was enough to ignore the suspicious stains on the carpet and peeling wallpaper.

You took a long shower, not knowing when you’d have this type of accommodation again, and trying not to think of Hunter, the embarrassment of what you said, but it was getting more difficult.

After your shower you nestled down into the bed, finally able to relax the best you could in these circumstances.

You closed your eyes, trying to focus on the quiet and relish having a room to yourself, finally having a little private time.

Your mind began to wander back to Hunter, as it always did, as you sank into the creaking bed.

You had been with 99 for a while now, acting as an extra hand on missions, also trying to stay afloat by doing odd jobs for Cid. You ran with a pirate gang for a while, dabbled in bounty work, and now you were here. You got along well with the boys and Omega, and finally felt like you had something good, finally belonged.

As you worked alongside Hunter, you began yearning for his gaze, or his rare, surprisingly warm smile. What started off as a small crush has grown into something more and you knew you were falling for him. You tried to deny it, not wanting these feelings to take hold. But you were giving in to him more and more by the day, giving in to his smoky voice, his strength, his loyalty, his everything.

Did he feel the same way? You weren’t sure. But you knew there was some sort of tension between you and it was growing.

You tried to forget these embarrassing thoughts and just go to sleep. But the walls of the rundown inn were thin, and you heard a shower being turned on in the next room.

Hunter’s room.

Heat crept to your cheeks as your mind began to wander again. You imagined him stripping his clothes, neatly placing them at the base of the bed, his naked muscular form revealing itself as he stepped into the hot water.

Stop. You told yourself. He’s your Sergeant. I shouldn’t be thinking of him this way…. But the image of him in the shower was too tempting, as your hand made its way to the waistline of your sleep shorts.

You couldn’t help but think of him thoroughly rubbing himself down with soap, his muscles rippling under the steamy water as the heat released tension from his body.

You imagined his tattoo going all the way down his torso, to his hip, which deliciously dipped to his muscular thighs, which you thought about your hands gripping often. And what lay between his muscular thighs was what really got your mind spinning. You groaned and adjusted your legs, heat beginning to pool between them.

You shouldn’t be having these thoughts. You respected him. He was your teammate. He was your friend.

But you didn’t stop yourself, beginning to get lost in the fantasy as your hand slipped fully beneath your damp panties.

You imagined Hunter’s wet hair stuck to his body as he moaned, his own hand gripping his hard length as he pleasured himself, thinking of you. Water running down his cut muscle, his head thrown back in ecstasy as he brought himself closer to release.

You began to rub circles around your clit, sighing at the sensation, now imagining yourself with him in that shower, his velvet voice murmuring praises in your ear as he thrusted deep inside of you, his warm, calloused hands squeezing every part of your soft flesh.

You thought you were being quiet, stifling your moans as best you could, knowing the walls were thin and Hunter was right on the other side. Maybe you did want him to hear, so he’d know how you truly felt. The thought of him listening only intensified your pleasure and you picked up the pace of your hand, not noticing that Hunter’s shower had stopped a few minutes ago, or that Hunter was hearing every single sound next door.

At first Hunter didn’t want to believe it was you. He had just laid down, his hair damp from the shower, trying to get comfortable. He knew he should be enjoying an actual bed, but his senses were on high alert in this new space. He didn’t like his brothers being so spread out. At the very least, Wrecker’s room was right next door to Omega’s, so he knew that she would be safe if anything were to happen. He knew he shouldn’t worry, but it was habit.

Another worry plagued his mind: you. His thoughts were also preoccupied with you, as they were almost every waking second.

Hunter was struggling with his feelings for you, knowing he couldn’t ignore them much longer. You were reliable, honest, quick-witted, which amused him knowing you were part of a pirate gang before joining them.

You got along with his brothers and Omega liked you, and that was honestly enough for him. He was thinking more and more about his future with his family, and it was hard to visualize that future without you by his side. That’s how he knew he was in deep.

He had wanted to confess his feelings to you multiple times, but always hesitated. He didn’t want to risk ruining your friendship.

Hunter almost told you how he felt tonight, when you were standing outside your door. Hunter wanted to kiss you, take you up on your offer and follow you into your room, show you how much he really cared. But he paused like he always did, not able to find the right words.

Hunter rubbed his face and sighed, wishing he could just sleep.

A faint sound brought him out of his thoughts, his sensitive ears picking up a small moan. He froze, listening as he caught another sigh that sounded awfully similar to your voice.

Hunter first brushed it off to this hotel being less than reputable, probably someone in the room above him watching something illicit on the Holonet.

He was about to put his pillow over his head to drown it out, trying to get a good night’s sleep, but then he heard a louder gasp. It wouldn’t have been heard by anyone else, but he could hear it. There was no denying it now, it was your voice coming from the other side of the wall you shared. The gasps and sighs sounded like they should be coming from a dirty Holonet program, but they were coming from you, from your lips.

His heart thudded, his entire body suddenly on fire, the realization of what you were doing in your room dawning on him.

Hunter knew he shouldn’t listen, but it was impossible for him not to. More soft moans drifted to his ears, his cock instinctually hardening underneath his pants as he imagined you writhing on your bed, your hand working your wet pussy. Were you thinking about him? Someone else? A pang of jealousy shot through him, followed by another pang of guilt. It felt wrong to intrude like this. You deserve privacy, even with his heightened senses, even if you were thinking of someone other than him.

Again, Hunter was going to put his pillow over his head, trying to ignore his throbbing cock and your delicious mewls, but then he heard you again, this time taking the form of his name.

Hunter thought his heart was going to stop. Did he hear correctly? His senses have never led him astray. He focused, listening intently, secretly hoping he was right. Another quiet moan and he heard his name again.

Hunter’s body reacted immediately, intense desire rushing through his veins, goosebumps covering him head to toe as he heard you calling his name. Something primal was climbing its way out of him, not knowing exactly what his next steps were. You were saying his name. You were thinking of him during your most private moment. You must feel the same way that he did for you? All the nights he yearned for you, wanting you, but not knowing how to tell you, or not knowing if you even felt the same way?

Your soft gasps of his name and his name alone was his answer.

His mind was drunk with lust, his body telling him to go next door and help you finish the job. He sat up on his bed, his instincts overtaking his logical brain, and the next thing he knew, he was right outside your door. You were calling out to him, and he couldn’t deny you any longer.

Before he knocked, he could hear your breathing through the door. Your hitched breath as you were bringing yourself closer to release, his name leaving your lips again. He was certain now.

Hunter was ready to break down the door, he needed to see you. To feel you.

Hunter took a breath to focus himself momentarily, trying to get his breathing and heartbeat under control. But he couldn’t wait any longer, your muffled cries the only thing he could focus on. Before he could change his mind, he quickly knocked. For the first time in his life, Hunter had no plan, his mind totally encompassed by you.

He heard you let out a gasp of surprise, then a curse, and quick shuffling. He heard your footsteps coming toward the door. He said your name, his voice low.

You were getting close, your legs shaking, your hand rubbing at just the right spot around your clit, release imminent, your mind intensely focused on Hunter. A loud knock on your door startled you out of your fantasy.

Kriff, who could that be?! You thought, flustered by the interruption and letting out an audible curse. You quickly took your hand out of your pants, frustrated that your fantasy was cut short.

Then you heard Hunter’s voice say your name. You were startled, adrenaline rushed through your body. Why is he knocking at my door so late at night? Something must be wrong. You adjusted yourself, and walked over to the door, just in your nightclothes, panic starting to rise in your chest, the realization that he was right outside your door. Which means he probably heard you. How long was he standing out there? Oh Maker.

“Uh…Hunter? What’s going on?” You asked through the door, trying to play it casual.

There was a moment of silence. “Open the door. Please.”

His voice was strained. You swallowed and grasped the door handle, turning it to open. You pulled the door toward you, only to be pushed back slightly as Hunter barged inside, closing it quickly behind him, his eyes wild. “Hunter…what…what’s going on? Is everything okay?”

You were nervous, he was acting strange and looked disheveled. He wasn’t wearing his bandana, and dressed only in an undershirt and pants. His hair fell around his face as his gaze bore into you. “I heard…you. From my room.” Was all he could muster.

Hunter could smell your arousal in the air of the room and he was close to snapping, all his pent up desire fogging his brain. He needed you, he needed something.

He…heard me? Does he mean…? Oh kriff.

Your face caught on fire at the realization of what he was saying, wanting to disappear into the floor from total humiliation, never to be seen again. You didn’t know what to say, suddenly worried he was mad at you for keeping him awake, demanding to know why his name was coming from your lips, ready to be kicked off the team for insubordination.

You were completely and utterly mortified. Your mind ran circles, trying to think up any excuse. “Hunter I…I’m sorry…I.. didn’t realize…”

“I heard my name.” Hunter interrupted, as he stepped closer to you, his hands forming fists at his sides, his voice shaking. Once again, you wanted to fall through a hole in the floor. You wanted to run away. “You were thinking of me?” His voice was dangerously low as he looked down on you, unclenching his fisted hands and hesitantly resting them on your waist, pleading to himself he wasn’t misreading this entire situation.

Your body quivered, not stopping him as you realized why he was here. He wasn’t upset. He was here to answer your call.

The look in his eyes was absolutely predatory and you noticed a large bulge in his pants as your eyes flicked up and down his body. You were speechless momentarily, but couldn’t deny the ache that was forming between your legs, your heart rate increasing. “I…yes…I was…” was all you could say, your voice barely a whisper. Hunter’s eyes darkened at your words.It was him you were thinking about. No one else.

“Do you think about me often?” he murmured, his voice close to cracking, intoxicated by your scent.

Hunter could see your chest heaving, hear your heart thudding. He could smell a fresh wave of arousal that caused his body to throb as his cock strained against his waistband. “Yes…” You croaked, trembling under his look. His hands gripped your waist tighter, his confidence growing as you answered truthfully. “I could hear everything, your perfect moans…do you realize how long I’ve wanted you?” Hunter hoarsely whispered, barely holding on, his control slipping.

You felt like you were going to explode at his touch and his words. You brought your hands up to grasp his shoulders, his body radiating heat through his clothes.

Were you dreaming?

“Hunter…” a lusty gasp left your lips, and Hunter almost took you then and there. “Let me help you…” He whispered, lowering his head to your neck, his lips brushing right underneath your earlobe.

“I can either join or watch. Your choice.”

Hunter’s voice was deep, and absolutely desperate.

Him admitting he wanted to watch you continue pleasuring yourself almost made you faint, never hearing something so alluring in your entire life.

This had to be a dream.

The thought of him watching you was tempting, but here he was, offering his entire self to you. Something you’ve wanted for so long. You couldn’t pass it up, not now.

“Join me.”

Your voice trembled as you gave him your answer. Hunter lifted his head from your neck, peering into your eyes, searching for the same need that was in his.

“Are you sure?”

You stuttered the words you’ve been wanting to say for months, not seeing any reason to keep it a secret now. “Maker, Hunter…I do want you…I need the real thing, I need you.” Hunter’s eyes flashed, and he let out an anguished growl as he closed the distance between you, pressing his lips to yours in a sloppy and frenzied kiss, doing what you’ve both wanted for so long. It was better than either of you ever imagined, your need for one another finally let loose.

He deepened the kiss by tilting your head back, cradling the back of your skull with his hand, pressing himself even closer to you. You could feel his hot, hard length against your stomach, his craving for you undeniable.

You melted into him, all your secret desire rushing to the surface, tightening your grip on his muscled shoulders. The fingers of his one hand that was holding the back of your head wrapped in your hair, gently tugging your neck even further back as his lips consumed yours. You let out a moan at the sensation, giving him the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth, which you eagerly welcomed.

Hunter let out his own gasp as your hands moved from his shoulders to his scalp, your fingernails lightly raking down his crown. You felt like you were floating, the breath completely knocked out of your lungs at his taste and his passion, still not believing he was here, doing this to you.

After what seemed like hours, Hunter reluctantly broke the kiss momentarily, giving you both a chance to catch your breath you didn’t realize you needed.

“I need you, too…” He gasped. “I have for a long time…you have no idea what you do to me, cyar’ika…” Hunter released the back of your head, his warm hands sliding down to your back as he peppered hot, open mouth kisses on your neck. He nipped and sucked at your soft skin, also not believing this was real. If this was real, it felt like a weight had been lifted off his chest at saying out loud how he felt, and hearing that you felt the same way back.

Hunter’s free hand ghosted under your night shirt, and when you didn’t tell him to stop, he brought it up to your breast, squeezing and pinching the sensitive flesh. Your nipples pebbled at the sensation, his skilled fingers rubbing and rolling the hardened nub, your arousal growing more than you thought you could handle.

Hunter’s tongue licked over your jugular, and he could feel your blood pumping under his tongue, tasting the sweat and craving on your skin, stoking the raging fire in him even more as he walked you back toward the edge of the bed.

You felt the back of your knees bump the mattress, and Hunter held you as you slowly laid down, bringing himself with you. He nestled between your legs, kissing you deeply again, his arms caging you in.

You bucked against him, rubbing yourself against his hard bulge, searching for that delicious friction.

He groaned into your mouth, and now it was Hunter’s turn to desperately rut against you, his control now almost completely gone. You were going to be the end of him.

“I need to see all of you, now.” Hunter ordered as he began urgently tugging at your clothes, needing to feel your skin on his. He rolled off of you momentarily, standing up to practically rip his civvies off his body as you did the same on the bed, shimmying out of your sleepwear and tossing them to the side.

He stopped, his mind finding clarity for one moment as he gazed at your body and you at his. Saliva pooled in your mouth at the sight of him, unbelievably defined, broad chest and muscular arms. His cock swollen and girthy between his narrow waist, glistening with precum, begging for relief. Begging for you.

“Beautiful…so beautiful.” He muttered as he climbed on top of you again, still gazing at you. You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him back down to your body. Your lips met, this time less intense, as Hunter relished your irresistible taste, the taste he’s been dreaming of. He swallowed every gasp that left your lips, the kiss heating up again as you grasped the sides of his head, your soft skin moving against his hard, battle-scarred body as he rubbed his length against your soaking entrance.

But there was another taste he wanted, needed or he thought he was going to implode.

Hunter pulled himself away from you as a whine left your lips, already missing his touch.

He moved down your body, kissing down your neck, collarbone, stopping at your breasts to take each sensitive nipple in his mouth for brief attention before continuing on. He slid backwards off you until he was kneeling on the ground at the base of the bed. “I want to taste how much you want me.” He growled as he grasped your ankles and pulled you to the edge of the bed, throwing your legs over his shoulders, causing you to yelp at how easily he was manhandling you.

You knew what he was about to do, but that didn’t prepare you for how his mouth felt as he began desperately lapping at your cunt, absolutely devouring you as your hands clenched the sheets for dear life as louder and louder moans escaped from deep in your chest. You couldn’t speak as you were quickly reaching your peak for the second time that night.

Hunter was completely lost now, having your arousal on his tongue, his face pressed in the source of your longing. His cock ached almost painfully, but it had to wait. He wanted you to feel how much he wanted you.

Hunter swirled his tongue around your clit, never wanting this moment to end. He could stay between your legs for the rest of his life, lapping at your juices and hearing every single choked cry that caught in your throat as he hummed against your core in his own daze. He felt your hands suddenly grasping at his hair, tugging as you cried out that you were close, gasping his name. Hunter continued his feast as your body thrashed, intense pressure building in your lower abdomen. With one more long lick, your orgasm washed over you, your back arching off the bed, Hunter’s name a ragged cry as he worked you through your release, not wanting to miss a single drop.

He finally lifted his head from between your thighs, knowing he wasn’t going to last much longer at this rate. “You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to do that.” You blushed at his words as he climbed back on top of you lost in a haze of passion and pure animal instinct. “Ready?” He muttered, still making sure you were okay with this, with him, as he kissed you, tasting yourself on his lips.

“Hunter, I need you inside me right now, please…I need you…”

You couldn’t wait any longer. You had to feel him inside of you.

Your pleads were all he needed to hear as he pushed in to your entrance, holding back every atom in his body that wanted to slam in to you and fuck you senseless. But he didn’t want to hurt you, though his composure was crumbling.

You could feel all the muscles in Hunter’s body tense as he slowly slid in, the sensation of your velvety muscle gliding against him almost making him cum right then and there, his senses completely overloaded.

Hunter bottomed out and brought his forehead to yours, his breath shaking and labored. “You feel incredible…” His tone was low, barely audible. Hunter waited for a moment, feeling you around him, hearing your breathing, inhaling your sweet aroma, still hoping this wasn’t a dream as he let you get used to him inside you, the anticipation ready to rip him apart.

You moved your hips slightly, telling him it was okay to continue, knowing what he wanted.

He nodded wordlessly and began rolling his hips slowly into yours. The feeling of him finally inside you, stretching your walls, took your breath away. Hunter let out a moan so lewd you knew it would be burned into your memories forever.

You locked your ankles around his waist, adjusting the angle of his cock as he moved in you. “You can go faster, Hunter. I want you to fuck me.”

That predatory glint in his eye returned at your bold statement as he increased his pace, your words fueling him.

It was Hunter’s turn to grasp the sheets around your head as he got lost in pleasure, grinding himself in to you, his eyes screwed shut and his head right against yours, his shaking moans escaping his lips right at your ear. Hunter’s senses were completely shot now.

Your taste, smell, sounds…every nerve in his body felt like it was charged with electricity, a current running down his spine as he focused on nothing but you.

Hunter was hitting a spot so deep you couldn’t formulate any thoughts, your own whimpers and gasps growing louder and more desperate.

You could feel another orgasm building, the pressure of his pelvis on yours rubbing on just the right spot. Your hands grasped at the back of his head as your body shook, getting closer to your release.

He was driving himself into you, his control finally gone. The intensity of his thrusts made your mind melt, you had never felt this way with anyone ever before.

Hunter was pressing frantic kisses to the side of your mouth, getting close himself as he fucked you in to the shaking bed.

You could barely make out the jumble of praises he was uttering on your lips between thrusts. “Let go for me…I won’t last much longer…you’re so beautiful like this…”

Hunter’s fervid hips and passionate words brought you to your peak, your orgasm spreading like a tidal wave over your body, your nails digging into Hunter’s skull and he continued to fuck you senseless, his name a chant in the heavy air of the room.

Hunter let out a strained growl as his hips stuttered into yours, your final pinnacle bringing him to his own end as he felt your walls clench around him. “Wh-where?” He gasped as your head lolled against the pillow, trying to keep your eyes open. “Inside.” Your hoarse statement was all he needed to hear as pleasure ripped through his body, pressing impossibly deep into you, his body vibrating with every intense sensation imaginable.

With a final drive of his hips, Hunter collapsed on top of you, careful not to crush you under his weight. For a few moments, it was silent except for your combined gasps, desperate to get air back in your lungs from the exertion.

Your mind was still trying to catch up with everything that had just happened. Hunter was on top of you? Naked? Still inside you? Was it time to wake up from this dream? Hunter lifted his head, looking at you. “I hope the real thing was as good as you imagined.” His voice was soft, his hair sticking to his forehead, glistening with sweat. You’ve never seen him so breathless.

“It was better than good.” You exhaled, still trying to catch your own breath.

Hunter lifted himself up off of you, rolling to the side, feeling slightly dizzy as the electric buzz in his body began to fade as his senses returned to normal. Hunter hummed and brought his hands behind his head, laying on his back. You were silent again for a few moments, but it was comfortable.

“You know,” he finally rumbled, “This place isn’t half bad. I wouldn’t mind if we had to stay a few extra nights.” His eyes flicked to yours, hoping you’d catch his meaning.

“Though I might have to move rooms if my neighbor continues to be so loud. Won’t get any sleep with such a distraction.”

You smiled and rolled on your side toward him. “Hmm, pretty sure I saw the “No Vacancy” sign out front. But I think we can work something out.”

Hunter let out a chuckle at your response, rolling to face you, his face softening.

“I’d like it if we could work something out.”

You smiled at his gentle words, a blush forming on your cheeks. “Me too.”

Hunter pulled you against him, wrapping his body around yours. “Can’t promise you’ll get any sleep in this room, though.” You muttered against his warm body.

Hunter smirked as he brought his lips to yours for a meaningful kiss.

“If it means being with you, it’s worth it.”

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latinachiquita

2 years ago

Cowboy Echo ❤️‍🔥

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latinachiquita

2 years ago

Hello Zoey! Hope all is well with you. I was just wondering if maybe you could write some Bad Batch + Rex, Fives headcannons about how they would react to having a Cyare who is headstrong, bold, and outspoken to injustice. No pressure if you can't, I still love your work!🥰

Aloha!

Nothing is well, but I'm still breathing 😋 Out of spite. Thanks for asking though.

I really like the idea! I think this could be interesting with most of them. Let me see...

The Bad Batch/Rex x Reader HCs - And Justice For All

Hello Zoey! Hope All Is Well With You. I Was Just Wondering If Maybe You Could Write Some Bad Batch +

Yes, I listened to Metallica

Hunter

He shares your quest for justice, however Hunter is more the calmer, more composed part of your team. Where you might sometimes be a bit headstrong and want to get to the righteous goal at any cost, he reminds you to stay grounded.

Hunter makes sure you don't put yourself in danger, no matter how honorable your goal.

"You have to know your limits and stay within them. You do want to achieve more than just this one goal, so you should keep your head and be strategic, it sometimes takes longer or is more difficult, but more effective in the end."

He's on your side, but doesn't always agree with you about your approach. But Hunter is good at helping you direct your energies in the right direction and keep your feet on the ground.

Echo

He has a strong sense of justice and even if he is a rather quiet guy, you both have the stubbornness in common. As a soldier, Echo has also learned that there are limits, even if he is quite willing to get his hands dirty, weighing risks and benefits, especially if you are in the game, are also part of it for him.

He is always ready to fight with you for the good cause, he also takes risks, but only conditionally. Echo is not ready to sacrifice you, no matter how good the cause you are fighting for is. He knows how stubborn and risky you are, actually he is too, but when your life might be in danger, he resists.

The two of you can talk fierily about topics that matter to you, and hours can go by. You two will never get bored.

Wrecker

Oh dear. Chaos is inevitable here. Wrecker is an energetic person who likes to be carried away by people with your qualities. He always covers your back, he is extremely willing to take risks, which can be dangerous for both of you. Because your stubbornness and willingness to take risks, meet with his and as a concentrated charge tempts you not infrequently to dangerous maneuvers on the way to the just goal.

It is quite possible that close friends from the outside will try to influence you, especially people like Hunter or Echo.

"You're going to get yourselves killed if you keep this up," Hunter says sternly, and Echo agrees, "No matter how righteous your goal, no one benefits if you get killed on the way there."

Tech

He is brave, but also very clever and logical. If you want to rush head over heels into a fight for justice, you can count on him slowing you down first, reminding you that there are other ways. Tech does not do this to stop you, but to give you at least three alternative, less dangerous but at least twice as effective suggestions.

Of course, he tries to talk you out of your stubborn, dangerous ideas, as your partner he is worried about you and wants you to be safe. But he also knows that he can't change your quest for justice, he doesn't want to, he just wishes your approach would be more thoughtful.

No matter what you decide, he will not abandon you, even if you continue your stubborn plan, he will cover your back, even if he knows that he and you are in danger. Before he lets you go alone, he will always be by your side and bear the risk with you.

Crosshair

Of course, he also has a certain sense of justice, but Crosshair does not like to interfere in the affairs of others. If it were up to him, he would stay out of everything, but now you are at his side, and you can't stand any injustices you see, even if they don't affect you personally.

On top of that, you're stubborn and willing to take risks. You regularly see his eye roll, Crosshair is often annoyed by how stubborn, fiery and hard-headed you are about getting your way and helping everyone you meet.

"We can't take responsibility for every living thing in this damn galaxy".

Of course, he still helps you out, though you have to listen to a grumble or two. Actually, Crosshair only interferes in other matters when he inevitably gets involved in them, he wouldn't do that on his own. Through you, though, he doesn't have much choice, he won't let you go off on your own and risk your head.

"Found another new quest to throw yourself into? Can't leave you alone for five minutes, kitten."

Rex

Dutiful, full of sense of honor, brave and clever. You could hardly have a better partner. Rex is always ready to fight for a just cause and with his experience as a soldier he is the perfect back up.

He's not above getting his hands dirty, but he's also smart and a good strategist. Rex won't let you go headlong into danger and no matter how stubborn you are, Rex is more stubborn. He will always help you achieve the right goal, but never at the expense of your well-being or even your life.

He does the right thing because it is just that, the right thing. However, Rex does not like to be the center of attention, after work is done he retreats quickly if possible, and if possible together with you.

In Rex, you have not only a sacrificial, loving partner, but also an absolutely reliable, loyal comrade-in-arms who shares your desire for justice.

Ko-Fi (If you feel like giving me some coffee)

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latinachiquita

2 years ago

Confessions

Captain Rex x f!reader Summary: Fives not so accidentally lets the cat out the bag that the captain has a crush on you. Not quite knowing how to deal with this new information, you start avoiding Rex like the plague. He notices and decides to confront you about it. Word count: 2,6k T/W: none A/N: I am, and always will be, a sucker for soft!Rex so I hope you like this self-indulgent fic as much as I liked writing it <3. Also please enjoy the awkward Rex gif. He is too cute and needs to be shared as much as possible. my masterlist

Being assistant medic to the 501st meant you had a lot of dirt on a lot of troopers. The things these men were capable of coming out with when they were under even the lightest of meds never ceased to amaze you. It was like they lost their filter (not that the had much of one to begin with) and would just blurt out whatever came to their mind without a second thought.

You still remember when Tup had come to after being unconscious and admitted in a fit of giggles that you were “The prettiest girl he’d ever met”

Or that one time you’d had to stay overnight with Hardcase in the med bay after giving him some pretty strong pain meds. You’d spent your whole shift listening to him babble on about some girl who was apparently the love of his life and the one thing he couldn't live without. Later on when you were relaying the story to Kix you found out that he wasn’t talking about a girl at all, rather about his favourite DC-17 blaster that he insisted on carrying with him everywhere.

Anyway, the point was that you were used to having all these weird and random things thrown at you by the clones, so much so that you actually found yourself looking forward to hear what they were going to come out with this time. You were prepared for anything these men would throw at you. Or so you thought.

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You were currently caring for Fives. He’d got knocked out by a detonator during the last mission, so as soon as you saw him start to open his eyes you rushed over to his side.

“Hey there trooper, how’re you feeling?”

He frowned up at you confused “Am I dead? Is this heaven?”

“Nope sorry Fives. You’re still very much alive” You chuckled “Just got a bit knocked up is all, but I’ll have you right in no time”

He groaned as he started to sit up “Are you sure? Could’ve sworn I was dead. You look like an angel right now”

Gently pressing on his shoulder you tried to get him to lay back down. He huffed but complied, letting you push him back and watching as you dipped a cloth in cold water, gently dabbing it on the gash that went from his temple to his jaw.

You talked to him as you worked, a gentle smile on your face “Trust you to almost die and then the first thing you do when you wake up is flirt with your medic. ”

“Oh no no. I wouldn’t dare flirt with the Captains' favorite medic”

He hissed when you pressed a little too hard on his wound. “Ow, what the hell-?

“What did you just say?”

He scowled up at you “I said ow-”

You shook your head at him “No no, before that. What did you say about Rex?”

“About you being his favourite medic?” he said frowning at you confused when you nodded in response

“Yeah, that”

“I thought it was obvious”

Now it was your turn to frown at him “What’s obvious?”

He lets out an incredulous laugh at your obliviousness, only making you more impatient “Fives, you better tell me what the hell you're talking about?”

“Oh come on, everybody knows the captains got a thing for the pretty little medic”

You freeze, eyes quickly dropping back to the cloth in your hand. “Don’t be ridiculous Fives” you mutter, pointedly going back to cleaning his wound.

He grabs your wrist to stop you, a disbelieving look on his face “Wait- Do you really not know?”

“Don’t mess with me, Fives.” you shake you hand free from his grasp “It’s not funny”

He looks taken aback by the coldness in your voice before a look of realisation crosses over his face. “You like him…” he whispers as if it’s the biggest secret in the galaxy

You blush slightly “No I don’t, I just- well I just-” you clear your throat, avoiding his eyes “I just respect him that's all.”

Fives lets out a chuckle “Bullshit. You like him!"

Shushing him quickly, you glance around at the other troopers in the med bay “Not so loud for kriff sake” you whisper at him harshly. This only makes him smile wider, pointing at your face and exclaiming loudly

“You do! You like Rex!”

You grab his finger angrily, shoving it back down “Ok fine I do. Now can you please shut up before the whole GAR finds out"

He smirks but settles down anyway "I knew it"

You scoffed, picking the cloth back up and wetting it again "Sure you did Fives"

"Did too" he replies smugly. You smile, shaking your head and getting back to work cleaning up his cut. After a few moments silence he breaks it again

"He likes you back y'know"

"Mhm I'm sure he does"

He sits up indignantly "It's true!"

"Fives…" you warn quietly

"I'm serious. He talks about you all the time when he's drunk. And he stares at you so often that it's actually kinda embarrassing"

You pulled back, staring into his eyes and searching for any hint that he's messing with you but were surprised to see him completely serious. A very rare sight for Fives.

Swallowing nervously you take in a shaky breath "Does he really like me?"

"Mhm he sure does. Tries to pretend he doesn't but we all know Rex can't keep a secret to save his life"

That gets a laugh out of you because it's so true. It's actually one of the things you love about Rex. The way he stutters and blushes anytime he tries to tell even the smallest of lies is something you find insanely cute and endearing.

You’d liked him for a long time, and who could blame you? This was Rex we were talking about. Handsome blond Captain Rex.

There was no chance of anything happening between you two. You’d accepted that and were content on just admiring him from a distance, occasionally sharing a few conversations, a couple glances from across the room. Never anything more.

But what Fives had just said lit a small flicker of hope in you. Hope was bad, very bad. Hope meant that you couldn't keep ignoring your little crush and pretending it didn't exist.

Hope meant you actually stood a chance.

You shook your head, clearing your thoughts before you could get too carried away in your fantasy.

"It doesn't really matter, it's not like anything could happen between us anyway"

Fives gaze snapped to you "What are you talking about? You two would be so good together"

"You know that's not what I'm talking about." you rolled your eyes at him

"Then what are you talking about?"

" I'm talking about what would happen if someone found out. Rex would be court-martialed Fives, you know what that means right?"

Fives open his mouth to answer you but you cut him off before he had a chance "This is his whole life Fives, I can't expect him to risk everything for me like that."

There was a moment's silence before Fives softly replied "Maybe he'd think you're worth the risk"

—

It had been a couple rotations since your interaction with Fives, and you had been trying desperately to avoid both him and the Captain, so far succeeding in both.

But as if he insisted on not leaving you alone, Fives voice kept echoing in your head. Repeating the same sentences over and over. Even though you tried to ignore it, it kept coming back and haunting you.

"Everybody knows the captains got a thing for the pretty little medic"

As if your thoughts had summoned him, the very same handsome captain you'd just been thinking about strolled through the mess hall door. His eyes doing a quick sweep of the room, giving you a double take upon seeing you and decidedly walking over to your table.

You quickly ducked your head down, panic beginning to rise in your chest. What if Fives had spoken to him? What if he'd told him about you silly little crush? What if-

Rex's shadow looming over you made you look up, eyes instantly locking with his and taking your breath away. Stars, those eyes.

"He stares at you so often that it's actually kinda embarrassing”

"Hey" his voice shook you from your thoughts "Haven't seen you around much lately"

"Yeah…" you chuckled nervously, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear " Um Kix has been keeping me pretty busy the last couple days"

"Oh." He slipped into the seat across from you "Well if he's working you extra y'know I can always stop by and have a chat with him."

"No no" you shake your head quickly "It's fine. Hard work’s what I sign up for after all"

Rex looks at you doubtfully, taking in your tired eyes and dark circles "Are you sure? You look pretty tired"

"I'm fine Rex." You smiled reassuringly "Promise"

"Okay, if you say so… Y'know I'm actually kinda relieved. Thought you'd been avoiding me or something" he chuckled, hand rubbing the back of his neck.

You stiffened and quickly looked back down at the table. His smile flattered. "But you haven't… right?"

Getting ready to answer you took in a shaky breath " Um…" You stalled trying desperately to come up with some excuse but his worried gaze was making it hard to think of anything

Suddenly you're comm chimed, breaking the tension and making you both jump. You stood up quickly "Sorry Rex, I've gotta go. Duty calls"

He looked taken aback as you hurried towards the door.

"We'll catch up some other time" you said over your shoulder. You heard his voice calling your name, only prompting you to walk faster.

Making it out into the corridor you heard your name again, this time louder. The med bay was just around the corner, if you could just make it there before he caught you, you would be fine

Breaking into a soft jog, you panicked when you heard his own heavy footsteps matching your pace. They were much too close for your liking.

The door to the med bay was just a handful of strides away now. You could see it.. C'mon almost there, almost there…

You almost screamed when you felt a hand grab you wrist, halting you and pulling you around to face him.

“He talks about you all the time when he's drunk”

Rex must've seen the panicked look on your face because he quickly released your wrist and took a step back.

"Hey, hey what's going on? Did I do something wrong?" He was slightly out of breath from running after you

"No no of course not" you shook your head before adding quietly "I don't think you could ever do anything wrong"

"Then why are you running away from me meshla?"

The pet name made your stomach flip, taking in a sharp breath and hesitating from a beat before replying

"It's nothing Rex, don't worry"

"Of course I'm gonna worry," he scoffed. "Something is obviously bothering you."

When you didn't reply he sighed and gently took one of your hands in his, holding it loosely

"I just wanna know what I've done so I can fix it," he whispered. Looking up and seeing the hurt in his eyes brought tears to your own.

"He likes you back y'know"

"It's just… something Fives said the other day" you said, keeping your gaze down to hide your embarrassingly watery eyes.

But he saw them anyway, jaw clenching and a hand tightening it's hold on your own "What did he say to you?" he growled protectively "Because if he said something out of line-"

"No no it wasn't anything like that" you answered quickly. A look of relief passed over his face

"Good. But it still something that obviously upset you"

You swallowed nervously before responding "It was about you actually"

Rex stiffened "Me?"

“Tries to pretend he doesn't but we all know Rex can't keep a secret to save his life"

"Yeah…"

"Well what- what about me?"

" He was suggesting that maybe- that you might-"

Rex could see you were struggling to say whatever it was you needed to say so he took a step closer, leaning in towards you "Hey it's ok, you can tell me."

"Maybe he'd think you're worth the risk"

Squeezing your eyes shut, you somehow mustered up a tiny ounce of courage, letting it all out in a rush "He said that you had a crush on me"

Keeping your eyes shut, you heard Rex's breath hitch and felt his hands tighten their hold on your own. After a few moments silence you slowly peeked your eyes open, heart beating fast as you took in the man in front of you.

He looked like he'd seen a ghost. "Well… I- I don't really know what to say…"

Nodding you tried to hide your disappointment by looking down at your feet. Of course he didn't like you, how could you ever think he did

You bit your lip as tears began brimming in your eyes How could you be so fucking stupid and start to let yourself believe that Captain Rex could possibly like you, a lowly medic.

"It's ok" you whispered, blurry eyes focusing on the ships shiny floor "Don't worry I knew Fives was just messing with me"

That really broke Rex out of his trance " What do you mean?"

"I mean of course you don't actually like me, why would you?" You replied, laughing sadly.

Rex frowned, genuinely confused "What are you talking about?"

When you didn't answer Rex called your name softly, making you look up at him, his breath hitching when he saw your teary eyes

"Oh meshla come 'ere" he pulled you into his arms, your head nuzzling into his neck and his hands finding their home around your waist.

"Listen to me carefully" he whispered into your hair "don't you ever, ever say that again."

You smiled into his neck but he wasn't finished "Of course I like you meshla, have since the moment i met you. How could I not love you when you're so fucking perfect?"

He pulled back and you immediately looked down shyly, avoiding his gaze. Calling your name, he gently lifted your chin with the crook of his finger, making you look him in the eyes

"I want to be able to call you mine"

You could feel you carefully built walls slowly falling down at his confession. Every second you spent this close to Rex another piece of them crumbling.

"But… what if someone finds out Rex. What then? How much are you willing to risk for this?"

He lent in impossibly closer, foreheads touching and lips brushing against yours as he spoke

"For you? Everything"

The last stone in your wall tumbling down, you closed the gap between you, enclosing your lips with his. He sighed into your mouth kissing you back hard, months of bottled up feelings pouring into this one single kiss.

Your hands travelled over his chest, one sneaking up behind his neck and into his short buzzed hair. He growled appreciatively, his own hands already grabbing your waist and pulling you into him, clutching onto you like a man drowning.

Breathless you both pulled back just far enough to catch your breath. He chuckled, nuzzling his nose into yours as you smiled softly.

"I love you Rex"

Your confession lingered in the limited air between you, his eyes flickering down to your lips before he gave them a gentle peck

"Love you more, meshla"

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latinachiquita

2 years ago

The Beginning of Something

𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙

Tech x F!Reader

word count: 2000 words.

Warnings: One shot inspired by this post by @whoneedsname501 where reader spontaneously kisses them on the helmet. Fluff galore. First kiss. Brothers are big teases. Friends to lovers, minor mentions of injuries and medical talk.

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It was all a blur.

Your heart was in your throat, the taste of iron on your tongue as you felt the building around you begin to rumble and break away.

The shouts of the others become dim in your ears and it’s almost as if your feet are frozen to the ground as brickwork begins to tumble down.

You see a shadow in the corner of your eyes, everything seems to go so slow and you don't even grasp reality at all when a strong force has tackled you to the ground and out of harm’s way.

As soon as your body collides with the ground, everything resumes. Ear shattering sounds of the rubble clashing with the ground erupts around you and you hold your breath and close your eyes as a gust of dust flies in your direction.

After a minute, there’s silence and the dust settles.

Kriff, you almost died! You curse at yourself for the stupidity of not running away from the building collapsing in front of you but then your mind wanders to what saved you… or better yet, who saved you.

You didn’t realise you had a pair of hands around your waist until you glanced down and you gaze over your shoulder to see Tech in view, breathing heavily and clutching the right side of his arm.

“Tech!” You squeak, shifting onto your knees quickly and turning your full body round to face him. As he grunts in response, he also gets onto his knees and flips his visor down and scans you completely.

“Your vitals appear fine, a slight concussion could occur if you suffer a slight knock to the head but overall nothing at all to be concerned about at this moment.” He speaks so casually as if he didn’t bolt straight to you, wrap you in his arms and throws you both into cover from a falling building. “Maybe some dust on the lungs but nothing that could cause us harm.”

“What about you? You’re holding your arm.” You’re panicking a little, hoping he had not sincerely harmed himself because of you.

He smiles a little at your concern but at the moment, you are his priority.

“Just a flesh wound.” He waves it off, giving you a last thorough scan over but you were still a little worried about his own injuries.

“Tech,” you breathe shakily, clasping onto each side of his helmet, “you just saved my life.”

He blinks, flipping his visor back up and nods slowly. “Well of course. You had a survival chance of 93% so really, you were about to die. I would be a terrible soldier if I saw someone in trouble and did not interfere.” He tries to control his breathing but it was hard when you were so close and practically holding onto his head. “And you are my… friend as well as colleague.” He says whilst clearing his throat somewhat awkwardly.

“You could’ve died, Tech.”

“As could you.” He points out.

There was a slight shift in the air as you stared at him and you could curse the design of his helmet because it was hard not to get lost in his bright eyes. Whether it be because of the thrill of the moment or because you could have knocked your head during this mission, you were not thinking straight when you leaned forward and placed a kiss right where the black strip of his helmet was - just where his lips would have been if it weren’t for the armour.

Whilst your eyes were closed, his shot wide open at the gesture. Sure, it wasn’t a proper kiss but it was as close to a kiss than he ever would get.

It only lasted a few seconds until you pulled away, cheeks flaming red but luckily the dust cloud managed to paint your face to hide it.

He’s speechless, for the first time in a long time. He was lucky he was sitting on his knees because he was sure he would have collapsed into a puddle at the gesture if he were standing. You couldn’t see but his lips were moving behind his helmet but no words were coming out. There was a rapid beeping suddenly and frantically he hit the side of his arm because there was no chance he was willing to admit that it was his heart rate telling him it was going through the roof.

“Thanks again, Tech.” You say softly, unsure what to make of his silence but you find yourself raising to your feet and turn around but stumble a little to see a sea of eyes staring at you both, all with smirks on their silly faces.

“You alright missy?” Crosshair smirked at you and you knew that they all saw what you just did to Tech. Oddly enough, yoh felt as though they were more shocked by you ‘kissing’ Tech rather than the building that collapsed around the pair of you

“Just dandy. Nothing like a building nearly falling on me to end the day.” You try to laugh it off, hoping they wouldn’t say anything but of course, Wrecker had to open his mouth.

“Did you two just kiss?!”

𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙

One rotation passed and you felt a horrible feeling in your gut that Tech was ignoring you. Whenever you entered a room he would make an excuse to leave or whenever you would have the courage to ask him if he wanted any help he would dismiss you. He never dismissed your help.

Yourself and Hunter were in the cockpit when you both heard some loud clanging followed by faint swears. Hunter and yourself looked at eavhother just thinking it was Crosshair and Wrecker fighting but after going to investigate you saw Tech doubled over in pain and once again, clutching his arm.

“Tech?” You say aloud, marching to him quickly and resting a gentle hand on his back for support. “What’s wrong?”

Tech felt quite dizzy which he had been for the last few hours but just now, he had bumped into one of the chairs and dropped his devices to the ground. As a result, it was followed by his arm aching terribly. “I… I am not too sure.” He sighs miserably so you put your medical mind to the forefront and roll up his sleeve to see a very nasty infection spreading on his arm.

You quickly tell Hunter to come look and he winces at the sight for Tech. “You have a nasty infection there.”

“Let me take care of it.” You heard no fuss from Hunter but Tech was about to raise a finger and was instantly shut back down by Hunter before he even opened his mouth. “Let her help you Tech.”

Awkwardly and clumsily, he let you escort him towards the bunks where you could fully assess him. He was a little reluctant but he trusted you enough to get the job done.

You instruct him to sit on the edge of your bed and as he does, he watches you with soft eyes as you rush around to grab the resources you need before settling beside. “Hmm, looks like some debris has cut you and got infected. Does it feel warm?”

“Yes, I suppose it does.” He craned his neck from side to side as he tries to keep a steady breath. One, it’s because you were close to him once again and two, he didn’t want to faint in front of you.

You gently apply a spray, apologising as you hear him wince. “Sorry, I should have given you a warning.” You say sheepishly, looking up at him as he watches your fingers work their magic.

Hoarsely, he replies, “Do not fret. Only a little sting on a small cut.”

“Yeah well that ‘small cut’ could have been a lot better if you had spoken up.” You discipline him with a shake of your head, gently cleaning him up before putting a medpatch over it followed by a requested stim.

Tech feels the stim settle in his body and he feels more relaxed and no longer dizzy. He watches you pack your stuff away and he stands, placing his hands behind his back and clears his throat. “I appreciate your help. Are you aware of the consequences if I had let that cut worse or had it gone unnoticed?”

You couldn’t help but smile as he tried to quiz you, feeling that he was no longer feeling awkward around you and instead felt the need to test your knowledge. “Well, it could’ve led to a much more serious infection such as sepsis or tetanus depending if you’ve had the vaccine when you were younger-.”

“Of course I have had it.”

Finally you turn to face him again. “All in all if you had let it fester you could have died.”

Tech smiles a little. Not at the fact that he could have died but that in just one day he had saved your life and you could well have saved his. “I appreciate the help, cyar’ika.”

This time he saw the blush rise on your cheeks and you just had to look away. The others had called you this before, endearingly of course but there was something so different about the way that Tech said it that made you feel as light as a feather. “No problem Tech.”

He goes to leave but once in the doorway he pauses, foot tapping away on the floor as he contemplates his next set of choices. You had not noticed him stop but you jumped a little as he suddenly spoke, “I would like to show you my appreciation in actions rather than mere words… if you would allow me to do that.”

Your heart races and your hands suddenly got very sweaty. “What kind of action?” You question though you had a sneaky feeling, a hopeful sneaky feeling you knew where this was going.

He steps closer to you, not estimating his steps but you don’t move an inch. “I’d like to,” he swallows nervously but mentally shakes his mind to tell him to spit it out, “I would very much like to kiss you just as you did with me….you could have saved my life.”

Again, your face burns a red the same as their armour and you chew on your lower lip in anticipation. “But, I’m not wearing a helmet?”

There was almost a smug look in his eyes despite how his hands began to shake as they slowly came up and were placed on either side of your face, very gently caressing it. “I would much prefer neither of us wear one this time.”

His words were almost a whisper and judging by the chills on your arms and the way you practically melted into his touch, you were welcoming to his request.

He leans down and softly kisses you with such tenderness that you had to place your hands on the table behind you to stop you from slipping out of his grasp and onto the floor.

You could feel his nerves but as you reciprocated those nerves soon dwindled once he felt your lips slowly find rhythm against one another as you both were willing to give what each other wanted. His thumbs stroke against your cheek and you’re breathing so softly into him that you never wanted it to end.

Eventually, you pulled back but only a little and gave him a dazed smile. “That was lovely, thank you.” Your hands find their way to his wrists, pulling his hands away from your face and instead gesture for him to entwine your fingers with his and he does.

“You’re very welcome. Although I have to say that I would not mind us doing that again soon.” He gushed, tips of his ears red.

“Oh yeah? How soon is soon?” You can’t help but flirt, inching your face back towards him and he instantly picks up on your suggestive tone and smirks a little himself.

“I estimate in around 2.67 seconds.” He lures you back in and only brushes his lips back to yours until… Wrecker.

“Why do you guys keep kissing?!”

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Tech Works

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latinachiquita

2 years ago

Strange Sensations

Pairing: Tech x SO!Reader

Warnings: fluff, slight misunderstanding, autistic traits, aversion to texture, exposure therapy, hugs and kisses.

Summary: Tech loves you. That much is clear. However, he doesn’t hesitate to let you know that he doesn’t particularly care for some of the anomalous fabrics you decide to dress yourself in. Upon further investigation into this aversion, you explore Tech’s tactile sensitivity and how to either remedy or overcome these personal hurdles.

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