Thinking About Reader From Our Last Thot — Before You’re Together:

I have been fed with this beautiful fic 🥹

Would you mind doing a jealous Echo (of Hunter or Tech) x reader? 🫣

They aren’t in a relationship yet but Hunter or Tech brothers try to give Echo an incentive to ask the reader out.

Thanks 🙏🏼

The music was loud and the lights were flashing, it was a regular night at 79s and Echo was ready to relax....until he saw you.

He swore he couldn't breathe when he caught sight of you, up at the bar surrounded by your friends, throwing back your head to down your glass.

Hunter noticed right away, and nudged Tech's foot beneath the table before nodding to Echo. The newest member of the Bad Batch had been quiet all night long, and this was the first time they'd seen Echo take an interest in something that wasn't strategy on the battlefield.

Across the bar, your eyes met his, and you offered a shy little wave. Dumbfounded at his luck, Echo waved back, his eyes shining with joy.

"Are you going to buy them a drink?" Tech asked.

"Wha- who?" Echo stammered over his words as his cheeks grew hot.

"Don't deny it, vod, you've been staring at 'em for half the night," Hunter leaned back in their booth, giving Echo a clear field of vision as you laughed at one of your friend's jokes.

Echo almost stood up, then stopped himself. "You really think they'd say yes to someone like me?" He asked.

"They're at the one bar on Coruscaunt that actively caters to clones. It's not completely insane to assume they'd be interested in you."

Echo held up his scomp, "Even with this?"

Hunter sighed. Despite The Bad Batch's efforts to show Echo how their differences made them stronger, Echo struggled with his cybernetic enhancements. It made sense of course, none of them looked the way he did, and he'd only had a few months to get used to them as compared to them with their entire lives.

"Then you won't mind if I ask them for a dance, would you?" Hunter stood up and slid out of the booth. Echo made a few noises of protest that were lost to the music. Hunter winked at his brother, and expertly wove through the crowd to the bar. Echo could only watch in horror as Hunter asked you to dance, begging that you would say no. Unfortunately, you accepted with a smile that made his heart stop, and Hunter led you out onto the dance floor.

Echo shriveled back into himself, completely missing the look in your eyes as you scanned the bar for him again. But Tech didn't.

Tech leaned back in the booth and sipped his drink. "Cheer up, Echo, there's always next dance." Echo kicked him under the table.

Tech slammed his datapad on the table, "Echo, if you continue to feel sorry for yourself without even trying I'm afraid you won't get much pity from us."

"It's easy for you and Hunter, you have mesh'las lining up to talk to you everywhere we go. Of course they were gonna say yes to him!"

Tech pinched the bridge of his nose, "Echo, if they were to reject you purely on the principle of your prosthetics, then they were never worth knowing in the first place."

Silence hung over the Batch's booth as the music screamed around them. Tech sighed and picked up his datapad again, intent on finishing the scientific article he'd been reading. By the time he looked up again, Echo was gone.

Above the beat of the base, Echo could hear Hunter's discussion with you, and it sounded like you were talking about him.

"I've got this brother of mine who's helpless when it comes to romance. Would you mind giving him a few pointers?"

"I'd love to, where is he?" You asked.

Hunter turned just as Echo pulled up alongside you both, "Aha, here he is!" Hunter clapped Echo on the shoulder, pulling him towards you, "This is Echo, the GAR's most brilliant strategist."

"Thanks," Echo coughed out.

Hunter stepped aside and clapped his hands with a smug smile, "Well, I'll leave you to it!" He slipped back into the crowd, humming along to the music as the song changed.

That left you and Echo in the middle of the dance floor.

"Uh, hi. I'm Echo." He mumbled, rubbing the back of his neck.

You smiled that heart-stopping smile again. "I know. I was hoping you'd ask me to dance tonight."

Echo blinked. "You were?"

"Of course! I've only been making eyes at you all night," You teased. You took one of his arms and placed it on your waist.

"Your brother said you needed some pointers on romance?" You prompted. Echo could hardly believe you were actually talking to him, much less think of a reply. You pulled him close and gently draped your arm across his shoulders, gently swaying to the beat of the music.

"Is this okay? I'm not making you uncomfortable, am I?" You asked, all hint of teasing vanished from your voice for a moment.

Echo quickly shook his head and went for your other hand as he'd seen all the vode doing with their dance partners, only to realize at the last second that it was his scomp arm. Not missing a beat, you grasped the scomp as you would anyone else's hand.

"You're not as bad at dancing as your brother made it out to be," Your light teasing returned, and Echo was just relieved he hadn't completely messed things up.

"That's a relief," He laughed nervously, "I was afraid they'd given me two left feet."

You threw your head back laughing, and in a burst of confidence, Echo spun you back into a dip. He was pretty sure he heard a whoop of encouragement from Hunter.

The song ended, and Echo brought you back up to your feet. His own started wobbling as you gave him that smile that had been making him melt the entire night. Fortunately, you looped your arms around his.

"So this is the part where we get drinks together. Am I paying, or are you?" You tapped the skull symbol on his chestplate.

Echo allowed himself to grin for the first time all night, "Allow me, mesh'la."

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 😭

I have thought about this many times 🥲

Mainly about my beloved Echo.

Of course, it is more realistic that the creators chopped it off.

BUT I do think that he has a similar body compared to Darth Vader (who lost all four limbs). Echo only lost three limbs, and according to Tech “he is more machine , than man. Percentage wise at least 🤨” but he still has those metals on his head (and are likely still on his neck , back, etc). Meaning that the fourth limb, in Anakins case, can be made up in Echo by the extra metal found on his body. All this to say that: just because he is more “machine than man”; does not mean he lost his manhood.

When we look at the concept artwork for Echo in CW S7- we see many things 😞

1. He is thinner- The dark grey shadow is the typical body of a clone. Clearly Echo lost most of his weight on his upper body, but the legs seems to *slightly* thinner than the regs. To me, it implies that up to his femurs are intact.

2. He has a lot of “rivets” found on his body.

3. Depending on Kaminoans, they may or may not have kept the same machinery on his legs that go up to his waist. If they did leave them there, than that could explain the “percentage”.

4. They gave him a butt that is covered by fabric on the same artwork. Like why give him a booty, if he don’t have an eggplant 👀

5. The techno union prolly gave him a wannabe cod piece just so they don’t have to deal with seeing it.

I rest my case: ECHO can still bang 😎

18+ i guess?

So if the bad batch are all modified and are different height, weight and are different in many other ways from regular clone troopers... (I hope you know where I'm going with this) how big is it. If I can get an answer to only one question I want it to be this one. Seriously. Did they leave it at default? Did they make Wrecker bigger since he is so buff? Did they give Tech a small cock just as another fuck up of a modification like his hair? Is Crosshair as slim as his toothpick looking legs and waist? And since Hunter is like the only one whos proportions are close to the regular clones does this mean he just got what they got? What else is different on the clones of clone force 99? Next up we have did the techno union cut off echos dick. Now this ones interesting. Is he compleatly missing his legs? Like waist down everything? I thknk he does? So. What does he have now. Does he have a robot penis? If yes did he get it after he was rescued? And if we're on the topic of robo dick what would that even be called. Would it be robo dick? Attachable vibrator? Or just simply a dick? Actually another question. If someone were to have a robot cock would it be able to vibrate. Would it? How would it work. I have to know. I have to.

Echo is concerned about Tech’s marshmallow on fire 😭😭

My piece for the @thebadbatchzine !! Spooooky stories around the campfire! 3 days left to get this fanzine–all profits will go to charity! c: 

Some Like It Hot

Pairing: Echo x Female Reader

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Summary: With the Marauder marooned in a desert planet, Hunter take Omega and the others to town in search of parts while you and Echo stay behind to find a way to fix what you can and beat the hear.

Warnings: Oral (f receiving), facesitting, edging, praise, slightly soft!dom Echo, cum eating.

A/N: Based in this ask from a wonderful, Echo loving Nonnie!

Word count: 1.9k

It was hot. Uncomfortably hot. Oppressively hot. So hot it was all you could do to tolerate your own skin covering your own body, much less a full kit of armor. Yet there you were, perched atop the Marauder in the burning sun of some backwater planet, desperately working alongside Echo while Hunter, Tech, Wrecker, and Omega had gone to the nearest port for parts and supplies.

After working outside for several hours stripping away broken parts in preparation for the group's return, you both retreated to the interior of the ship as the sun hovered overhead. The moment you were out of the sun's harsh rays, you shucked your armor, leaving it in a heap on your bunk. Although ditching the plastoid plates helped release a little heat from your body, you still felt sticky, itchy, and overheated.

"I'm going to grab a quick shower," you informed him. "Then I'll be up to help you with the electrical panel."

"Sounds good," he replied, doffing his upper body armor and compression suit to let his skin breathe as well.

He kept his back to you as you peeled away your soaking base layer. There had been electric tension between you since you first met months earlier, time alone was a rare commodity but neither felt particularly in the mood to be close enough to explore those amorous feelings given the circumstances. Instead, he stole a glance at the curve of your panty-clad backside while you reached for your shower kit. You likewise studied the sculpted tone of his shoulders as he quickly righted his gaze, thinking you hadn't noticed, and walked to the cockpit.

After a quick and largely unsatisfying sonic shower, you emerged from the fresher feeling slightly cleaner than before. With a glance to the bow of the ship, you saw Echo on his back under the console, toiling away to try to get at least part of the power restored to the ship for the sake of climate control if nothing else. As you stared at your meager clothing options, you shuddered at the thought of putting your compression suit and armor back on, so instead you opted for a pair of panties and a loose tee-shirt. Even with the lack of significant clothing, you still felt the heat of the day across your exposed legs as you joined Echo in the cockpit.

A string of profanity greeted you as he shifted and jerked under the control panel, “Dank FERRIK!” He growled in frustration.

“I’m here,” you reassured, carefully stepping over him. “How can I help?”

“There’s a cable that I’m trying to reroute,” he began with a strained grunt. “I can’t get it plugged in to the proper board without being up top, but it isn’t stable enough to stay put for me to access it.”

“Which panel?” You asked, knowing how to communicate with him.

“Life support panel. Top tier, one o’clock from where I am.”

Repeating his directions, you carefully stood over him and popped open the required button panel. Peering through the durasteel firewall, you saw his face and the end of the cable he had been fighting with being thrust in your direction. Taking it, you easily plugged it in as he shifted beneath you to finish his task of rerouting the power cables. The panel illuminated and around you there was the distinct hum of fans activating. A moment later, a crisp chill of recirculated air prickled across your body, giving you goose flesh under your scant clothes.

“Sounds like that worked,” Echo stated optimistically.

A violent shiver rippled down your spine and into your toes, visible through the sudden jerking of your legs, which prompted him to laugh. His warm hand grazed the skin of your ankle, making you straighten quickly and look down. He had scooted out from the control panel and gazed up the length of your body with dark eyes, which darted to the apex of your thighs, visible from his prone position. Unconsciously, he licked his lips as his fingers traced up the curve of your calf and back down, teasing gooseflesh from your skin.

“You feeling better now, meshla?” he rasped.

"Much," you nearly gasped in reply. "I'd say you've earned a reward for your efforts. Name it and it's yours."

A dangerous chuckle reverberated in his chest, "You should be careful, little one. Don't say that unless you really mean it."

"I always mean what I say. Question is…" a sultry smile crept across your face as a velvety chuckle rolled from your throat, "Are you going to finally tell me what you want?"

All at once the air between you was thickly silent as his hand stilled on your ankle holding you in place, “Do you really mean that?”

To answer his question, you slid your panties down your hips until they fell to your knees, while holding his gaze. His eyes flicked to the garment with a reflexive chuckle of near disbelief at your directness. Rather than stepping out of them, you waited for him to move with an expectant expression. A crooked, roguish smile pulled at his cheek as his hand drifted up your leg to take hold of the cloth and tug it further downward. Only then did you lift your foot to remove it, one leg at a time.

He tossed them aside, eyes fixed on your exposed folds as they peeked out from under your shirt. His bare chest rose and fell as he breathed faster in anticipation. You’d be lying if you didn’t admit you rather enjoyed your literal position of power over him a little, curious to see what he’d do next. Eager to spur him on, you let your hands glide down your abdomen and graze your thighs. At the sight of your fingers sliding into your folds, his mouth fell open and he released a soft moan. Smirking, you stepped forward until you stood his face.

“So…” you teased, "is this what you want?”

“Bring that gorgeous pussy down here. I'm starving."

Despite your confidence, the lustful rumble of his baritone voice made your knees tremble as you knelt, his face disappearing under the hem of your shirt. You felt his hot breath across your slick folds, which sent an electric shiver up and down your spine. A moan shuddered from your throat at the first sensation of his tongue grazing your slit. He huffed a smirk into your thigh before guiding you further downward until you felt his lips ghosting across yours. Wanting to see him, you pulled your shirt overhead, your naked flesh contracting in the cold air of this ship.

Looking down, you saw his dark eyes staring back at you intensely from between your splayed thighs. The apples of his cheeks shifted upward, squinting his eyes slightly as his mouth opened the stubble of his jaw rasped across your thighs. Taking his time, his tongue slowly licked from your entrance to your swollen, aching clit, circling it several times, before descending back down to your dripping hole. He teased you relentlessly, giving you only a fraction of what you wanted as your hips began canting on his face.

“Hold still, sweetheart. You’re far too delicious to rush things,” the lascivious rasp of his voice was punctuated by his hand gripping the globe of your ass. “Are you going to be good for me?”

“Y-yes,” you whispered in a gasp, nearly coming undone at his words alone.

“That’s a girl,” he praised with a gentle tap to your backside, prompting you to relax onto him. “Oh, just like that…”

His words trailed off as he resumed lavishing your pussy, unabashedly moaning into your folds, gathering and spreading your slick with his tongue. He consumed you with a deep, aching hunger. The pressure quickly built in your belly as he so expertly unwound you. Your breaths came in sharp gasps, having been utterly unprepared for his skilled mouth. It took all your willpower to hold your hips steady when all you wanted to do was rut against his face to feel the delicious friction of his nose against your swollen node.

Sensing your torture, you felt him grin against your cunt. When you met his gaze, his eyes were smiling smugly. Just as your mouth fell open to deliver a whining plea, he began flicking the flat of his tongue across your clit rapidly. The sudden white hot sensation made your eyes cross and your back arch, thrusting your pussy into his mouth. Your hands gripped the edges of the console with white knuckles as you teetered at the precipice, poised and ready when he stopped with a wicked chuckle.

“Does my pretty girl want to come?” He teased, shifting his hand from the bruising grip on your side to begin tracing your entrance.

“Y-yes, gods Echo, let me come!” You howled.

He edged a finger into your core just slightly, only to withdraw and continue to tease, “Have you forgotten your manners already? What’s the magic word?”

“Please!” You cried, unable to contain the quaking of your thighs. “Echo, please make me come!”

“Hmm, my good girl,” his praise was punctuated by his thick middle finger sinking easily into your pussy only to have a second stretch and fill you more.

The moan that left your body was a hedonistic wail of ecstasy as you began rolling your hips against the digits buried inside you. He grunted in approval, nodding as his mouth latched back onto your clit. His pace was unrelenting as his scomp arm encouraged you to ride his face, which shifted from side to side, adding friction exactly where you wanted it. With a handful of deep thrusts, your core fluttered and throbbed. Pulling his hand away, he buried his mouth into your entrance, moaning wildly as he consumed your release, tongue probing your pulsing walls as you rode your orgasm and they finally stilled.

Dizzy and breathless, you all but collapsed against the console, resting your burning face on the cold durasteel panel. Your entire body buzzed with fizzy, tingling energy as oxytocin flooded your bloodstream. You looked down at Echo, who had never looked happier, despite being a soaking mess. Finding the will to move, you tried to stand, but your legs were wobbly and useless. He chuckled lightly, shimmied out from between your thighs, and planted a kiss on your exposed neck. The warmth of his chest felt like a blanket against your shivering back.

“Stay here,” he crooned in your ear. “I’ll be right back.”

Your pulse was still slowing when he returned a moment later, draping a blanket around your shoulders and helping you to your feet. He guided you to the fresher so you could relieve yourself. As you cleaned up, he disappeared and you heard the sound of disinfectant spray being used. Undoubtedly Hunter would be able to smell what you had been up to when the group returned and Tech wouldn’t appreciate his precious cockpit being used as the location of your tryst. Upon his return, you departed the fresher in search of your clothes, which he held in hand.

“You know, I’ll get you back for that,” you warned, tracing your fingertips across the ridges of his codpiece. “I can be just as patient as you when I want to be.”

“Sweetheart,” his dark eyes narrowed dangerously at her challenge, “I’m counting on it.”

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Perfect

Echo x Fem!Reader

Summary: During your shift at the bar, an angry customer yells something hurtful at you, and Echo checks to make sure you're okay.

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI! smut, oral f receiving, TW: body insecurities, self conscious reader

Word Count: 1.8k

A/N: As someone on the curvier side who’s dealt with body insecurities basically my entire life, I was happy to write this with experience on how it feels. This is my first (of probably many) Echo one-shots. Thank you @sageislostinspring for requesting <3

The weekend's familiar patrons crowded the bar, ordering their endless rounds of drinks for hours on end until they couldn't even walk straight. Cid wasn't a responsible bar owner, so she never let you cut anyone off when they were too drunk.

"Drunk customers are paying customers" She'd always say. You roll your eyes every time her voice plays in the back of your mind. She took you in when you were a child, and you always saw her as an aunt, but she wasn't protective of your safety like an aunt should be. Regardless, you loved her anyways.

Luckily, your favorite guys were across the bar tonight, crowded into a corner booth, taking it easy and enjoying their time together. Omega was kicking some ass at Dejarik. No matter how busy the place could get, and even with Hunter watching her like a hawk, you were adamant about making sure she was safe when there were this many people around. This was no place for a child, but somehow she was right where she belonged.

Glancing across the room back to the rest of the guys, you briefly caught Echo's eye and flashed him a smile. He smiled back before you returned to pouring and mixing drinks on autopilot. There was something about him - Echo, that you were so attracted to. The brothers were similar in appearance, but none of them were as kind as Echo.

Wrecker, Tech and Hunter were playing a drinking game, completely oblivious to the fact that they lost Echo's attention a while ago, but he couldn’t help staring at you.

"Can I get another drink?!" A loud, distracting man yelled from the other end of the bar.

"Yep, I'll be right there" You shot him a quick assuring smile.

"Now!” He impatiently demanded, his voice now louder than before, startling you.

“Please be patient, sir, I am working as fast as I can” You told him firmly.

“Maybe if you lost a few pounds you could work faster” 

Right then and there your heart sunk into the pit of your stomach. Suddenly every hateful comment you'd ever received came rushing to your mind, clouding your ability to even defend yourself. You stood there, motionless. This man had found your biggest insecurity and attacked it with anger.

You caught sight of Echo again, who was already watching the look on your face turn to sorrow. It was too loud for him to hear what had been said, but he knew something was wrong immediately. 

The beat of your heart thumped viciously inside your chest, pressing hard at the lump stuck in your throat. Rushing out from behind the bar, trying to turn the corner before a stream of tears stained your face in front of such a large crowd, you heard a slew of choice words exchanged loudly. One of the voices you recognized…Echo. You took a few deep breaths and poked your head around the corner.

Echo and the guys had cornered the insulting patron. Wrecker had him by the back of the neck, ready to throw him to the streets at any second. Echo and Hunter were in his face, undoubtedly threatening him.

It was all too much for you to handle and you needed some space.

The closing door of Aunt Cid’s office offered the solace you needed to calm down. There was a stinging sensation in your eyes as you shut them tight, trying your damnedest to get it together. No matter how many times in your life you tried to move past your insecurities about your body, someone like that guy will always be around to remind you of it.

Just then, a faint knock came from the other side of the door.

“Y/N?” The gentle voice called

Echo.

“I’m fine” You called to him, but the strangling effort in your voice to sound like you weren’t crying only made it all the more obvious.

“Can I come in?” He asked politely.

Instead of responding, you walked over to the door and pulled it open only slightly. You hesitantly looked up at him, and found the most concerned man in the galaxy. The wetness upon your cheeks instantly grabbed his attention.

“Oh, Y/N” Echo’s brows pressed together, his voice like silk. It took everything in you not to burst into tears just from the tone of his words.

You allowed him to enter, and walked over to sit yourself on Cid’s desk.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t want you to see me like this” You sniffled.

“I’m your friend, Y/N, I’m here for you” He consoled.

“Thank you” You half smiled, thankful for his company.

“What did that guy say to you?” He asked. Something in his tone hinted that he was ready to kill him for hurting you.

“You didn’t hear?” You asked, confirming that he was too far away to know what the guy said, and came looking for you just based on how shattered you looked as you left the bar.

“No. Well, Hunter may have. We all saw your reaction to someone yelling and didn’t ask any questions, the guys took care of it” He explained, and moved to stand in front of you, taking your hand into his own, “I wanted to come check on you, though”

“He made a comment about my weight” You said quietly, somehow ashamed of admitting something that wasn't your fault.

“What?” Echo was appalled to hear this.

Your insecurity and self consciousness overcame you again, and you hung your head, “Yeah”

Echo's rage became obvious despite his attempt to suppress it.

“Listen to me, Y/N..." Echo started, bringing his head down to grab hold of your lowered gaze, but seemed to almost swallow his words before he could make them come out. He shut his eyes tight, realizing he might regret what he says next, "You are the most breathtaking woman I have ever laid eyes on"

The beating of your heart almost strangled you in that moment. Your hands trembled together in your embrace.

"I've never had the nerve to confess that to you before, but you needed to hear it now" He assured you, "I have been all over this galaxy. I've seen women of all shapes and sizes…but you? You are everything"

Your broken heart began mending itself with every word he spoke to you, "Echo" You whispered admirably.

"I mean it. Don't even think about listening to someone like that guy out there"

You were speechless.

"And this?" He began, his hand gesturing to the curves along your body, "is perfect"

"Will you kiss me?" You asked suddenly, knowing you wanted nothing more in that moment than to show him you wanted him.

His eagerness was no match for his nerves. Echo wanted to attack your supple lips, not holding back at all, but he couldn't, not yet. He inched forward slowly, afraid of messing this up, and planted his lips upon yours and delicately entwined the two of you.

Sparks ignited between the warmth of your kiss. A light whimper fell from your mouth onto his, telling him you wanted more. His hand wrapped around the back of your head and pressed you harder into him. Your tongue slipped over his lips and pulled a moan from him, piquing your arousals even further.

Heat began forming in your belly, migrating quickly to the pulsing between your legs. You squirmed slightly, your body craving friction against your sensitive, aching clit. Echo made note of your restlessness, and pulled away slightly.

"I want to taste you" He whispered against your lips. You took that as an invitation to kiss him harder, but you were stopped suddenly when he broke away from the kiss, "All of you".

Just then, a fire rushed through your body with the realization of what he meant. Without even hesitating, you parted your legs wider in your seated position on the desk. Echo placed his kiss on your neck before trailing his pecks further down your chest. His hand worked to inch the fabric of your dress up the length of your thighs, shooting chills down the length of your legs.

"Let me show you how beautiful you are to me" Echo insisted, a hint of hunger settled into his tone

"Please" You breathed.

You watched as he lowered himself in between your legs, putting his face level with where you ached for his touch. Cool air grazed the wetness slicked on your folds as he pulled your panties down your legs.

Gentle kisses peppered the inside of your thighs, inching closer and closer to your pussy. Soft whimpers had already begun falling off your lips before his tongue ever pressed against you.

The moment that you felt the intoxicating sensation of his tongue circling your clit, you were in heaven. It started slow, with soft rotations getting a gradual start on your pleasure. Maker, he was good at this.

"Oh, Echo. Yes" You moaned deep, but gently.

His eyes rarely left yours while he devoured you, wanting to see pretty little faces you'd make from the feeling he provided for you. His cock strained so helplessly against his pants, torturing him to no end. Echo had dreamed of this exact moment for so long, and now he had you in his hold, whining and falling apart under his influence.

He hungered for you, not just to taste your arousal, but to feel you in your most delicate state. His love for you existed from afar, as he was terrified that you wouldn’t want him too. All the passion he felt for you built up to this, and he’d do anything to help you understand how perfect you were to him.

The motions of his mouth grew more eager by the second before he found a consistent rhythm that seemed to earn the most precious noises from your lips. Nothing had ever brought you so close to your orgasm so quickly.

"Maker, it feels so good" You cried out, knowing you were close to falling over the edge. He knew it, too, and didn't dare change a thing about his pace now.

Suddenly, your orgasm burst open with overwhelming ecstasy. Your body squirmed involuntarily in his grasp, so he grabs your hip and pulls your body harder against his face, not letting you relinquish even a second of the full intensity of your climax. Echo groaned against your clit, sending vibrations across your sensitively and driving you absolutely wild. The stars in your vision began to fade as you crept slowly down off of your high.

"Oh my god, Echo" You exclaim breathlessly. Your legs trembled while he slowly stood to his feet.

"Sweetheart, I-" He started, failing to find the words to describe how he felt.

A sudden knock came at the door.

"Y/N? Are you alright in there?"

It was Wrecker, and based on the sounds of feet shuffling beyond the door, you assumed the rest of the guys were out there, too.

How kind of them to check on you, too, but stars, they couldn't have picked a worse time than this. You both exchanged a glance of amusing disappointment, knowing you both wanted to rip each other's clothes off right then and there.

"Another time" You smiled warmly.

He smiled back, kissing you one more time, like he'd never get the chance to again, and couldn't wait to pick up where you left off.

Lol Idk if you guys noticed or maybe I'm just now noticing it but when you're on the tumblr website and go to report the p*rnbots, it used to just say 'report for spam' and now it says report spam/bots lmao. Idk why that cracks me up so much but it does.

NO WASTELANDS

Rating: Explicit 18+

Pairing: Boba Fett x Fem!Reader 

Word Count: 1.2k 

Summary: boba fett rails you on the balcony but it’s all poetic and romantic 

Warnings: balcony sex, slight exhibitionism, light choking, penetrative sex (p in v), praise kink, established relationship, grandiose proclamations of love, porn without plot

A/N: i can’t pick a favorite part of the trailer but that little bit of the balcony had me feeling things and thinking things. my only regret is not getting this out yesterday. this is dedicated to the wonderful @ashotofspotchka​ for crying with me yesterday and letting me bounce ideas off your big brain! 

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