Training For Failure

Hello I was wondering if I could request an echo x gn reader where either the bad batch and omega or the 501st(i can't choose) try to get them together only to find out that they are already together?

hello! i went with the 501st for this one, i hope you enjoy it!! it can be read as a continuation of my echo fic "stolen moments of peace and quiet," or it can be read as a standalone work.

words: 1,577

summary: After deciding that you're apparently meant to be, Fives and Jesse are dead set on getting you and Echo to confess your feelings for each other. There's just one little issue: you don't really need their help in the relationship department.

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Unnecessary Matchmaking

When Jesse stepped into the lounge of the Resolute, he was met with a surprising sight. Usually the room was empty, or there were a few troopers lounging around between their duty shifts, but this time the sight was a little more interesting. You and Echo were curled up together on the couch, your head on Echo’s shoulder and both your breaths were steady and even. It was clear that you’d be in this position for a while, as the blanket you were sharing had fallen down to just rest on your laps and the two of you wore matching peaceful expressions on your faces.

Jesse tiptoed quietly around the room and grabbed a canteen of water from the chiller, careful not to let his footsteps make too much noise and wake either of you up. He couldn’t help but linger at the doorway and watch you for a moment more, because this was such a rare occasion for both you and Echo that he was glad you found the chance to take some time to yourselves. Life in the 501st could be crazy and chaotic, and everyone needed a good nap every once in a while.

As he closed the door to the lounge behind him, Fives appeared in the hallway. “Hey, did you know Echo is seeing someone?” Jesse asked. If anyone knew about the development in yours and Echo’s relationship, it would be Fives, as the two troopers were extremely close.

But much to Jesse’s surprise, his brother looked at him with an expression of complete and utter confusion. “No he’s not, what are you talking about?”

Jesse just pointed to the door of the lounge, and waited as Fives poked his head into the room and took in the sight of Echo cuddling with you on the couch. “I know what it looks like, but they’re not together,” Fives said. “He’s a little infatuated right now, but he hasn’t made a move or anything.”

“But-”

“I know, but he would have told me if he did something,” Fives said. “At this point it’s been months, I think the only way he’d act actually say something about it was if he was forced to.”

“Why?”

“He’s convinced that his feelings are not reciprocated.”

Jesse raised his eyebrows. “I’ve been in the medbay when the two of you come in with injuries, and the attraction between those two is obvious. If that’s not clear proof I don’t know what is.”

“That’s what I told him!” Fives said. “But he’s just not listening to me.”

“Okay, maybe we need to stage some kind of situation for them to admit how they feel to each other,” Jesse said, his mind already racing and coming up with different ideas to help his friends.

“After seeing that scene in there, I definitely agree,” Fives said. “Otherwise nothing will ever happen.”

***

After their little discovery, Jesse and Fives worked together to try and put you and Echo in situations where you would be close to each other.

First, they tried the good old fashioned trick to lock the two of you in a closet. Kix thought they were both being a little stupid, but agreed to hide your keys just to humor them (he would never admit it to his meddling brothers, but he thought you and Echo would be good together). What they didn’t count on was the fact that you had an extra set of keys in the pocket of your uniform at all times, because as a child you had a habit of locking yourself in places and not being able to get out. It also wasn’t ideal that the closets in the medbay locked from both the inside and the outside, so as long as you had a key you could get out. It had gone wrong from the beginning though, because Echo was called into a meeting with Rex almost immediately after they had locked the two of you in there, so there wasn’t even time for an awkward conversation about what you were doing there.

Next, Fives tried to talk to Echo, telling him a made up story where the moral was to always act on one’s feelings, but Echo took it the wrong way, thinking that Fives needed his help (or at least some reassurance) to go and ask out the mechanic that he was always talking about. Fives did in fact need a little reassurance, but that was not the point here. No matter how many times he tried to insinuate that Echo potentially could make some changes in his life, it was like the point went right over his brother’s head, and eventually it became obvious that this strategy to get him to confess was going to be absolutely useless.

Jesse even tried to talk to you, asking you what you were going to be doing during the 501st’s upcoming shore leave when Echo was in earshot, but you just shrugged and said you weren’t sure yet. He then tried to invite you to 79’s with the rest of boys (where he would make sure you and Echo ended up at the table by yourselves for a while), but you just shook your head and said that it was always a little loud in there for your taste, and that maybe you would try to do something else while you had some free time.

The worst part was that whole time they tried to get you to realize your feelings, you and Echo acted like you should be a couple already. Fives and Jesse found you and Echo asleep together in the lounge at least two more times, and apparently Kix had stumbled upon a similar scene at some point too. Whenever you woke up and had some time before your shift in the medbay, you always went to the ship’s lounge, and there was always a cup of caf waiting there for you (that Echo had made, but he always joking told Fives to go make his own caf when he asked if it was for him). The sheer sight of you two sitting together and sharing breakfast all the time was making Jesse a little crazy, and Fives was convinced that you weren’t together, because Echo would have told him if you were.

“I have no idea how we could get them to say something to each other,” Jesse said to Fives as they walked through the halls together after a meeting. “It seems they physically cannot understand that they’re in love with each other.”

“I know,” Fives responded. “I think at this point we may have to just sit by and watch them pine like idiots.” They were passing the lounge and decided to stop in for a cup of caf, but what they found when the doors opened was more interesting anyway.

You and Echo were kissing. Scratch that, what you were doing could only be described as making out, right in front of the caf machine, and neither of you had apparently heard the door open. Fives just stood there with a shocked expression on his face, and Jesse cleared his throat.

When you realized that you had company in the room, your eyes widened and you pulled away from Echo. You opened your mouth, likely to apologize, but Jesse cut you off. “Wait, you two are together?” You and Echo exchanged looks before nodding in sync. “How long has this been going on?”

Echo’s voice was quiet as he responded. “Six months.”

Jesse was going to say something, but Fives entered the conversation. “You’ve been seeing someone for six months and you didn’t tell me?”

That’s my fault,” you said. “I wanted to keep things on the down low for a while, and Echo says that you’re not the best at keeping secrets.”

Fives gaped, but he really couldn’t say anything in response (there was a reason no one told Fives who the general was married to). “Were you ever going to say anything?”

“Of course!” Echo responded. “Things just get busy when you’re fighting a war.”

Jesse nodded, that definitely couldn’t be understated. They had hopped across more planets and fought in more battles recently, and it only seemed that the Separatists were ramping up their offensives. “Wait,” he cut in, a realization dawning on him. “You sat by and watched us attempt to get you together, and you didn’t think to say ‘oh don’t worry you two, we’ve already got this under control?’”

You and Echo looked at each other before sharing a laugh and responding. “We were going to let you in on the secret soon,” Echo said. “But we also thought it was funny that you kept trying to set us up.”

“Plus, we thought it would be kind of obvious, given the amount of time we’ve fallen asleep on that couch,” you said with a smile.

Jesse and Fives just stood there, still trying to process the situation. “I hate you both,” Fives said, but everyone knew he was just joking around.

Echo just laughed. “Sorry vod. Next time I have big news, you’ll be the first person I tell, alright?”

“I’m holding you to that,” Fives responded. “Now just don’t make out again in front of me and I think we’ll be alright.”

Now it was your turn to laugh (because this was exactly what Echo said would happen if his batchmate found out). “You’ve got yourself a deal.”

- the end - 

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Echo in Star Wars: The Bad Batch, 1.01 ‘Aftermath’

Bad batch family game night

Game of life:

Wrecker: *holding echo by the throat* WHY DID YOU STEP ON MY PRIZE TOMATOES

Echo: WHY DID YOU WANT TO POISON MY RACING SNAIL YOU HEARTLESS SH-

Crosshair: *crying* WHY HAVE I GOT FIVE KIDS NO JOB AND NO HOUSE?!

Tech: *balling in cash* because you acknowledged your Fangirls?

Omega: ooo I got to the marry tile-

Hunter: *draws blaster* that ain't happening.

Rex: (•ᴗ•)❤ *watching his kids*

Frustration:

Crosshair: *flips the board over* GIVE ME  A SIX!

Wrecker: my my aren't we not going to anger management

Crosshair: SHOVING YOUR STUFFED TOOKA DOLL IN MY FACE IS NOT FU- *gets a Lula thrown in his face*

Jenga:

Omega: REMEMBER! You can't use both hands!

Echo: ya don't say.

Crosshair: my time has come

Cluedo:

Echo and Tech: teaming up for the heck of it

Wrecker: still trying to figure out what a “revolver” is

Labyrinth:

Tech: Omega that's a wall

Omega: BUT I HAVE MAGIC POWERS AND CAN TRAVEL THROUGH WALLS >:)

Headbands:

Wrecker: who am I?

Tech: it brings about symmetric images-

Crosshair: when I use it it's the best thing ever 😎

(The answer was a mirror)

I love friends to lovers , especially with my beautiful boy Echo!!

That Floral Dress***

Echo X F!Reader

word count: 3000

After a sour date, Echo has one thing on his mind: is he a bad kisser? Luckily, you were willing to tell him the truth.

Warnings: no smut but it is rather saucy so gonna rate it at 16+. Slight insecure echo, unknown mutual pining, reader is female and is wearing a floral dress. Intense make out.

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“Do I look like I would be a bad kisser?”

The question catches you off guard completely, making you spin around in your seat in the cockpit of the Marauder to face Echo who had been pacing back and forth for the better half of ten minutes. You’re surprised he hasn’t worn the floor down.

You're not sure how to respond to such an unexpected question, so you ask him to repeat it. "Do I look like I would be a bad kisser?" he asks again, biting his lip anxiously.

Even hearing it the second time round confused you just as much and then it occurred to you that a few nights ago he had come back from a date that Wrecker had sprung upon him. He didn’t look too pleased to go in the first place and his mood only worsened upon his return.

“I… don’t know?” You reply nervously.

Echo had been your friend for years now, even since before his accident at the Citadel so for him to ask you this type of question was a little odd as you two were merely friends. You didn’t want to upset him and say no, which wasn’t the case either, but you didn’t want to say yes in case presumptions start.

Echo lets out a deep sigh and pinches the bridge of his nose with his flesh hand before leaning against the wheel of the Marauder. You can tell that he's feeling frustrated, and you feel a twinge of guilt for not being more helpful. So, dropping what you were doing, you decide to ask him what's really going on.

“How come you're asking me this, Echo?" you inquire softly, hoping to get to the root of the problem.

Echo fidgets nervously, his sharp jaw clenching with anxiety. "Remember that date I went on the other day?" he grumbles, clearly still bitter about the experience. To which you nod for him to continue, leaning back on your seat as he begins to explain his predicament.

“Well, not only were they quite dull as a person, and I’m not saying I’m a barrel of laughs either, but they were insanely dull so the date was not off to a great start.” He emphasizes on the word dull, making you giggle softly which always made him smile but before he gets distracted, he continues,

“Anyway, I walked them back to their place and just being the courteous guy I am, I leaned in to give them a kiss goodnight. Only for them to recoil back as if I smelt terrible.”

"They even said 'ew no thanks,'" he recalls bitterly, his face contorting.

Your eyes widen in shock, mouth agape. “How rude of them!” You exclaim with a shake of your head, feeling indignation on his behalf. “You were only being nice?” You stated, hoping to bring some ease to Echo but his furrowed brows and almost sad expression said otherwise.

“I only was going to go in for the cheek.” He grumbles. “Well, I just wanted to ask you if you think I looked like I’d be a bad person to kiss.” He folds his arms over his chest, staring down at the floor as your heart lunges out to him.

“In that case,” you stand and take a step towards him, resting a comforting hand to his forearm, “no, I don’t think you would look like a bad kisser.”

His eyes search yours, a mix of emotions residing in them. “You don’t have to say that because you feel bad for me.”

You scoff and shake your head at him. “Echo, you know me well enough to know that I’ll always be honest with you. So no, I don’t think you look like a bad person to kiss.”

The words gave him brief comfort and a smile is fighting its way on his lips. “Thanks. Though, I don’t think I’d be that great at it anyway.” He shrugs and this only piques your curiosity more.

“Howcome?”

Again, he fidgets a little before letting out a small sigh at his confession. “I’ve never kissed anyone. A proper kiss that is.”

Echo's confession about his lack of experience in kissing catches you off guard. You had assumed that he had dated or been in some kind of romantic relationship before, given his charming personality and good looks. But as he stands before you, vulnerable and honest, you can't help but feel a sense of compassion towards him.

Echo shifts his weight from one foot to another, as if unsure of how you would react to his confession. You can see the slight furrow in his brow and the way his lips purse as he contemplates the words to say next. His vulnerability tugs at your heartstrings, and you take a deep breath before speaking.

"Wow, I didn't know that. But it's okay, Echo. You don't have to be a great kisser right off the bat. It takes practice, and I'm sure with the right person, you'll be amazing."

As Echo's gaze meets yours, you sense a palpable tension between the two of you. It's as if you share an unspoken understanding that transcends the bounds of your platonic friendship, one that leaves you questioning whether there might be something more between you. But before you can dwell on these thoughts for too long, you hear yourself utter the words, "I'd be happy to teach you."

Your words take Echo aback, and he seems surprised by your willingness to help him with something so intimate. “You would?”

Your own eyes begin to widen, the reality of your words hitting home. But you're not about to back down now. "S-sure," you squeak, quickly clearing your throat to hide the nerves that were now bubbling, "I mean, we're friends, right? I'm sure you'd do the same for me."

As Echo ponders your offer, he realises that you're right. You've always been there for him, and the thought of not returning the favor is unthinkable. Supposedly it makes things better too that he finds you were impossibly beautiful and wearing that pretty floral dress he really liked. "Thank you," he murmurs, his voice barely above a whisper.

With a shaky exhale, Echo stands up straight and takes a deep breath, mentally preparing himself for what's to come. He's grateful that he managed to brush his teeth earlier that morning, before any of the others hogged up the refresher. "How do you want to do this?" he asks, his voice trembling ever so slightly.

Your mind races, considering your options. You hadn't expected Echo to be so agreeable to the idea, and now you find yourself at a loss for words. "Um, well," you stammer, "do you want to just go ahead and reenact how your date went? And kiss me on the cheek?"

Echo's expression darkens at the suggestion. He doesn't want to relive that somewhat painful memory, but if it means learning from his mistakes, he's willing to give it a shot. "Sure," he concedes with a slight frown, "why not?"

You approach Echo with a hesitant step, feeling a flutter in your chest as you meet his gaze. His eyes hold a certain shyness, and you can sense the weight of his request hanging in the air between you. You take a deep breath and muster up the courage to speak with a slight mischievous grin dancing at the corners of your lips. Your voice tinged with a playful sweetness. "Well, Echo, I do appreciate you walking me back to my place," you tease, relishing the opportunity to poke fun at your friend's chivalry.

Echo looks momentarily confused, but he quickly catches on and chuckles at your literal interpretation of the situation. "I don't think they ever said it like that," he remarks, his amusement evident.

You roll your eyes, but your smile remains, and you lower your voice, adopting a more serious tone. "Say, Echo," you say, your eyes sparkling with suppressed laughter, "I had a wonderful time tonight. Thank you for walking me back to my place."

Echo shakes his head, an adoring look in his eyes. You always knew how to effortlessly charm him with your humor. But, he knows there's something he needs to address. "Of course," he says softly but resolutely.

As Echo gathers his courage, you patiently wait, your hands tucked behind your back. You can tell he's nervous about kissing you, even on the cheek.

You watch as he tentatively reaches out to touch you, trying to remember how he kissed his date. But this time, he finds himself oddly wanting to impress you.

When he reaches out, his fingers trace over the fabric of your dress on your waist. A surge of warmth shoots through you, and you take a small step closer to him as if he was inviting you closer. His breath is heavy, and your heart races as you spot him staring at your lips… instead of your cheek.

"Echo," you say softly, hoping to bring him back to reality.

"Sorry, I, uh—" Echo stammers, his mind racing with uncertainty. For a moment, you worry that he might back away, but you take a deep breath and speak up.

"Just kiss me," you say, voice barely above a whisper as you lean in until your nose brushes against his.

Echo swallows nervously, stealing a quick glance at your lips once more before meeting your gaze. "Where?" his voice was almost silent. It was as if the obvious place you suggested to him had vanished and you find yourself not minding it at all.

You hold your nerve and ever so slightly, not quite sure what possessed or was possessing you, lean closer until your lips ghost over him and watch him with a steady gaze. “Wherever feels right for you.”

He couldn't resist any longer, the temptation too great as he leaned in to capture your lips in a quick embrace. The kiss was sweet, yet intense, sending shivers down your spine and causing your mind to go hazy with an unknown desire. The feel of his lips on yours was electric, igniting a spark deep within you that you never knew existed for him. His eyes were tightly knitted shut, afraid that you may turn around and sock him one but he was pretty certain you were kissing him back.

As he pulled back, breathless and eager for your response, you found yourself lost in the moment, unable to speak. Your face felt hot as you looked down at your shoes, struggling to find the right words to say. Everything about this moment felt different, as if something had shifted irrevocably between you both.

Unable to bear the silence any longer, Echo finally spoke, his voice thick with emotion. "How was that?" he asked, his eyes still closed, as if he was afraid to see your reaction. He may have thought about kissing you once or twice, naturally. He just never knew it would happen quite like this.

Your face felt like it was on fire and you found yourself looking down at your shoes. “It was nice… your date was missing out.” You reply, almost stiff.

There was a certain type of emotion that hung on your words that you didn’t quite know yourself.

Echo licked his lips inconspicuously, savoring the taste of your fruity lip balm that lingered on his tongue. "At least I know I'm not a bad kisser," he said, a small smile playing on his lips.

You laughed softly, the sound ringing like music in the quiet cockpit. "Definitely not," you replied, a faint blush creeping up your cheeks.

As you looked up at him, you could feel his gaze burning into you, as if he was seeing you for the first time. You were everything perfect in the galaxy, and his grip on your waist tightened just a little bit more, as if he never wanted to let you go.

In a moment of boldness, Echo's scomp came up to cradle your chin, tilting your head up to meet his gaze. Your eyes locked, and you were lost in each other, the galaxy around you fading away until it was just the two of you. There were no words, no movement, just the intensity of your gazes. “How do I show that I want to do more then?”

As the heat between you and Echo intensifies, he challenges you with another kiss, pushing the boundaries to see how far he can take you. Your smile gives away your desire, and you whisper a command, "Maybe, bring them closer."

Echo doesn't hesitate, his arm wraps around your lower back, drawing you close in a swift motion. Chest to chest, his breath washes over your face, and you feel a shiver run down your spine. "And then?" he prods, his voice barely above a whisper.

Your eyes close as you succumb to the moment, overwhelmed by the intensity of Echo's low tone. "I-I suppose you just kiss them again, but a little longer."

So he does. Feverish and intense with a passion that ignites your senses. Your heart beats wildly, consumed by the sensation of his lips moving in perfect harmony with yours. Echo gently trails his hand up your body to cup your cheek, deepening the kiss, and you gasp, lost in the intoxicating sensation. When he pulls away to gauge your reaction, he almost chuckles when he spots you leaning into him, chasing his lips. To your glee, he kisses you swiftly and you let out the faintest of moans in his mouth.

Echo's lips against yours are soft, and you can feel the warmth of his breath as he murmurs a phrase that sends a shiver down your spine. "Oh cyare," he purrs, and you're suddenly jolted back to reality. Your heart races, and you feel a wave of anxiety wash over you.

You pull away, covering your mouth with your hand and shaking your head. "We shouldn't be doing this," you tell him.

Echo looks shaken, his expression concerned as he fears he may have overstepped the mark. "Are you alright? Did I do something wrong?" he asks.

You shake your head, feeling a twinge of guilt as you pull away from Echo's embrace. "I'm sorry, Echo. We shouldn't be doing this. I'm supposed to be teaching you how to kiss for other dates," you explain.

Echo tilts his head, sensing your unease. But the thought of you possibly being jealous makes his heart skip a beat, and he realises this may be the right moment to lay everything on the line. "What if there are no other dates?" he asks softly.

You blink in surprise, "What do you mean?"

"I mean," he approaches you again, his flesh hand cupping your cheek, thumb tracing over your delicate skin, "what if I just want to kiss you?” He lowers his voice, afraid to break the tension. “What if I want to date you?"

Shock is written all over your face, and you can't help melting into his touch once more. "But I thought we were just friends," you say, your voice barely above a whisper.

Echo chews on the inside of his cheek before admitting, "I don't think 'just friends' want to kiss each other, do they?" He uttered, voice almost vibrating against you.

Your heart flutters in your chest, and a heat pools in your lower stomach. "No," you shudder, feeling the intensity of his gaze. "I suppose they don't."

He smiles coyly, and his lips gently trace along your jawline, edging towards your ear. "Then let me kiss you. Let me give you anything you want."

As his lips touch your ear, you feel a surge of electricity coursing through your body, and your mind is filled with conflicting emotions. But most of them were primarily focused on how he pushes you against the control panel.

You whimper under his touch, both of your hands coming up to clasp his cheeks as you guide his lips back onto yours. Your lips meet in a fiery kiss, and your teeth clash, but neither of you seems to care.

In a moment of need, his lips assault yours as he presses you down so your back hits at the buttons and switches, sandwiched between your legs.

"Echo," you groan his name into his mouth before he playfully bites at your lower lip. Your legs press against his outer thighs and around his waist and you crumble into a mewling mess once you feel his hand slide up under your dress, caressing at your thigh.

He stands up straight for a moment, admiring how you’re displayed beautifully on the control panel just for him. His eyes roamed your body, growing warm at how your dress hugged your body wonderfully and how your chest heaved beneath it, highlighting your breasts.

“Did I ever tell you that I love this dress on you?”

You blush deeply as he massages your skin, feeling the heat building between your legs. "No," you rasp, eyelids heavy with lust.

“Shame,” he chuckles, moving his lips down to your neck now, starting to suck and bite that sweet spot that your body perfectly reacts to - arching up into him. “Although, I wouldn’t mind seeing it on the floor one day.”

You chew on your lower lip, whimpering and moaning in pleasure as he leaves marks all over your neck and collarbones. Surprisingly, you find yourself not even caring if the others saw it. The pleasure you are getting is far too great to tell Echo to stop.

When he pulls back, panting and trying so hard to ignore the tent in his pants, he gazes down at you, his eyes dance with adoration. “You’re so beautiful, cyare.”

You're panting a little, causing his eyes to flicker between your chest and your eyes with a smile. “As are you. And a very, very good kisser.”

You don’t know what was going to happen from then on but for now, you just savored the feeling of Echo leaning down to kiss you, tongue begging for entrance at your lips.

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@shyranno I AM SO EXCITED FOR YOU!

YOU DESERVE THE MOST SUCCESS WITH THIS PROJECT 💕 💕

I forgot to share this here!! But since people have asked, I’m working hard to make physical Downtime copies a reality! <3 Was testing out a local printing company–still a long way to go! Some colour adjustments and format adjustment required… Plus I need an actual cover LOL 

As I was walking, something hit me with what could be “PLAN 99″. 

It makes me sad to think about, but it could be a possibility. 

What if Plan 99 is a combat strategy that the remaining Bad Batchers would do if they lost someone (💀) in battle. What if they created this plan in honor of Clone 99 after he passed away? They knew Hunter was alive which is why they went through a rescue mission, but would they have a plan if he hadn’t survived the fall?

I think that someone can either die or is so close to death where the bad batch will do anything to save them. 

I don’t like thinking about it 😨

After thinking about this lineup for some time, I’m starting to think that what they’re referring to as “Plan 99” is definitely one of the Bad Batch’s combat strategies. We saw in TCW what Hunter referred to as “Plan 82: Shockwave.” We also got Wrecker in tbb s1 ep8 say, “What about Plan 7?” It’s all a matter of what exactly Plan 99 is and how they plan to execute it. Considering it’s happening in the season finale, I think it’s safe to assume that it’s gonna be wild.

YALL

I SAW THIS ON TWITTER

YOUR TELLING ME THAT

A. ONE OF THE GUYS ARE GONNA WEAR A VEST SHIRTLESS

B. ONE OF THE GUYS ARE GONNA WEAR A VEST SHIRTLESS

@kaminocasey your Cottage Series is some of the best work I’ve read on this app 🥹

The Cottage Part 5

Summary: Rex comes home to you. He finishes fixing up the speeder and you go for a ride.

Pairing: Rebels!Rex x Reader

WC: 2.2K

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI; Oral (M Receiving), fingering, sex in a speeder.

A/N: I've been very excited to finish this since I planned this out when I first starting planning the series in July. I hope you guys enjoy it as well.

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The morning light comes through your windows, stirring you from your sleep. You’re sore in the best ways from the night before and you can’t help but smile at the memory of your beautiful husband’s hands and mouth all over you. 

You look at Rex, grateful for him being back in your arms, safe and sound, as he snores lightly, looking so peaceful. You would take the snoring over a quiet house anytime. 

You roll over on your side and trace your fingers up his warm, freckled back. He barely moves, so you kiss his shoulder and down his back, moving to straddle his back. He starts to stir a little more, so you start to rub his back, working his stressed muscles. It was a long week for him so you know that he really needs this. 

He moans softly as you dig your fingers in a little more.

“Good morning, my love.” You hum, smiling down at him.

“Good morning, cyare.” He groans.

“Feel good?” You ask him.

“Mmhmmmm…” He moans softly into his pillow.

Wanting to make him feel better, you move up to his shoulders, massaging them deeply and he groans so loudly, you’re almost sure that the whole bed rumbles with him and you can’t help but laugh. “Missed that laugh.” He smiles, sleepily.

“I missed you.” You murmur, leaning down to kiss his bearded cheek. 

He pats your thigh and you move off of him, joining him at the head of the bed again. Immediately, he pulls you into his arms, spooning you so that he can bury his face in your neck, inhaling your scent. 

You’ll never get over how sweet he is in the mornings, never grumpy or mean or rude. He has no idea but the first moment you ever saw him, he was treating an astromech droid like a good friend and you fell in love immediately. You consider yourself lucky that you get to experience such kindness.

“I missed you so much.” He murmurs. “I wanted nothing more than to come home to hold you.”

His lips brush over your neck and bare shoulders as his arms hold you firmly against his body. There would be no safer place for you than in these arms. 

“Oh and guess what.” 

“What’s that?” You smile.

“I found the last part I needed for the speeder.” He tells you, excitedly.

“Did you really? That’s great, love.” You lean back and kiss him on the cheek. 

“Would you maybe want to sit out in the barn and read while I work on the speeder?” He asks.

It warms your heart to no end that he just wants you near him while he works on the speeder. You can do your thing while he does his. 

“I’d love nothing more.” You agree. 

Later that day after you get your showers and eat breakfast, you go sit out in the passenger seat of the speeder, reading while Rex works under the hood. It’s nice enough outside that you can bring your blanket and get comfy while he finishes putting the last part in. 

“How’s your book?” He asks you, going over to the sink to wash his hands, meaning he was done. 

“It’s really good.” You tell him, grinning, still warm in the face from the steamy scene you just read.

“Did you just read something sexy?” He wipes his hands and comes over to you, putting his hands on the edge of the speeder, leaning toward you. 

You swallow and nod. “I did.”

“Good.” He winks and goes over to the driver side, getting in. 

What did he mean by good? That mischievous wink meant he was up to something. 

“Ready to see if it works?” He raises his eyebrows, clearly excited. 

You nod, watching as he pushes the button once. The speeder rumbles and sputters a bit. 

“Come on…” Rex pushes the button again.

The sputtering continues a little bit but eventually settles down as it starts. 

“Yes!” Rex grins, patting the steering wheel. “I knew it would work!”

“I’m proud of you, love.” You lean over and kiss him on the cheek, putting your reader in the back seat with your blanket. 

“Ready to take it for a test drive?” He asks you.

You nod, excited for him. He’d been working on this thing for so long.

Rex backs out of the barn and starts heading toward the beach. There were no people in your little cozy part of the planet. The closest town was miles upon miles away, so you didn’t have to worry about disturbing anyone. Some days it felt like the planet was yours and yours alone. 

Rex starts gaining speed along the long stretch of beach and you can’t help but giggle, holding onto him. He’s grinning like a fool, clearly pleased with himself. He should be. 

“So tell me about your book.” He slows down and insists, sliding his hand over your thigh, teasing the edge of your dress, pushing it up slightly.

Oh. 

“Um… are you sure?” You look over at him. 

“I’m sure.” He’s still looking at the stretch of beach in front of him.

“Well…” You’re suddenly over aware of how warm Rex’s skin is against yours. “It’s about a queen… who falls in love with the man who… guards her.”

Rex’s hand travels up ever so slightly. “Oh really? So like a knight in shining armor?”

“Yeah, kinda.” You smile. “I’ve been picturing more of a clone trooper in plastoid armor type. A certain clone trooper, in fact.”

He smirks, glancing at you. “Do you picture yourself as the queen?”

You get a little flustered, not wanting to come off as full of yourself. “I mean…”

“Good. You are one.” He squeezes your thigh. “Tell me more. About the part you were reading before we left.”

“Oh… um…” You go warm all over your body. “Are you sure you want to know?”

“Continue.” His grip on your thigh doesn’t let up.

“He finally told her he was in love with her and couldn’t live without her… and then they started getting… intimate.” You focus on his hand. “She took him to her bedroom and then made him get on his knees in front of her while she undressed.” His hand travels to your clothed warmth and you let out a soft gasp as his finger lightly grazes your folds. 

“And?” He quirks an eyebrow.

You let out a soft sigh as he continues to tease you, causing a small damp spot to appear on your underwear. 

“Once she has her dress off, he crawls to her and she lets him eat her out there on his knees as she stands above him.” You close your eyes, letting your head fall back slightly.

“And you liked him on his knees for her.” Rex speaks, his voice low.

“Mmhm… Made me think of you on your knees for me in the kitchen a couple weeks ago… before you had to leave.” You tell him.

“I did tell you that I’d gladly get on my knees for you again, didn’t I?” He reminds you.

You nod, opening your eyes to look at him to find that you’ve stopped on the beach and he’s looking at you like he can’t wait to have you and needs you now. You can’t wait either. You lean over, unbuttoning his pants. 

“You sure?” He asks you.

“Very.” You hum.

He pushes the seat back some so you have more room and pulls his hardened length for you. You’re positive that you’ll never get over how perfect he is, how perfect your life is. 

“In that case.” He smirks, guiding your head over his length. 

Unable to wait any longer, you take him immediately in your mouth. His grip in your hair tightens instantly, gasping at the feeling. You’ve missed how your husband tastes on your tongue. You start bobbing your head on his length, running your tongue up and down the underside of him and teasing his head with the tip of your tongue.

He releases your hair and trails his hand down your back until he reaches your damp underwear, pulling them down to your knees that rest on the seat. 

“Mm. I forget how wet you get with my cock in that pretty little mouth of yours.” He muses.

You let out a soft whimper around him and he chuckles. 

“My pretty wife… so turned on pleasing her riduur.” He continues to tease your wet folds until you feel yourself dripping down your thighs. “Always so wet for me.” 

You continue to bob your head up and down his length, taking him all the way down, to the back of your throat. The taste of precum coating your tongue perfectly. How was it possible to crave one person so much?

When Rex finally stops rubbing your lips, he slides a finger into you and you moan around him as he starts thrusting it into you. Wet sounds mix with the sounds of waves crashing. 

“Look at that, getting the seats all wet after I worked so hard on it.” He tuts. 

You hum around him as an apology and you think he understands because he pulls your underwear the rest of the way off, lifts your head off of him, and pulls you into his lap. 

“I wouldn’t have it any other way.” He assures you, kissing you. 

Rex reaches around you to line himself up with your entrance, pushing up into you impatiently. With a sharp gasp that turns into a moan, you hide your face in the crook of his neck as you start to shamelessly ride your husband’s cock. 

The feeling of fullness is something you always miss when he goes away. But now that he’s back, you’re sure he’s gonna keep you full of himself for the next week or two. Which is definitely something you don’t mind.

“Let me hear you, baby girl. I missed those pretty little whimpers.” He murmurs against your ear, grabbing your hips and grinding you on him so that you’re rocking back and forth on his cock. 

You stop holding back the pathetic little whimpers that he’s missed so much and let your arousal take over, gripping his shoulders as you pull away to situate yourself so you can bounce on his cock. 

“Let’s get rid of this.” Rex insists, taking your dress and pulling it up over your body, tossing it in the backseat. 

Continuing to bounce on his length, he grips your ass, guiding you up and down on him perfectly, moaning for you. 

“Need… more.” Your whimpers turn into begging for him and he gets a dark look in his eye as he pushes you on your back, pushing into you with more force. 

“This what you want?” He grunts. “For me to take control and make you take more of me?”

“Please.” You let out a needy moan as he pushes into you with more and more force, the sound of his hips slamming against yours louder than the waves. “Please Rex…” 

“Love the way you say my name.” He groans, crushing his lips to yours, clearly needing you just as bad as you needed him. 

He lifts your leg, settling it over his hip so that he can reach deeper into you and instantly, your world comes crashing down around you as you cum for him. He continues to fuck you through your orgasm as his is nears as well.

“You wanna fill me up, daddy?” You smile up at him, finally finding your voice. 

“Oh fuck.” He’s immediately thrown over his edge, filling you up so full that you know you’re probably leaking both your cum and his over the seat.

When he stops thrusting, he pants against you. “Sorry… that was… a lot.” 

You can’t help but laugh as you pull him back to you so you can kiss him.

“You’re so cute.” You grin.

“Me?” He asks, confused.

“Yes, you.” You roll your eyes. 

“I think you are.” He gently pulls out of you and grabs a towel that he’d tossed in the back seat at some point to help clean you up a bit and then the seat. 

As you reach over the seat to grab your dress, Rex places a playful smack to your ass cheek and you can’t help but laugh, tugging your dress back on as he tucks himself away. 

“I’m really proud of you for finishing the speeder.” You tell him, tucking yourself into his side. 

“Thank you, cyare. That means a lot.” He wraps an arm around you and kisses you on the head, his beard tickling you. 

Resting your head on his shoulder, you can’t help but thank the universe for bringing him back to you in one piece. This was the love of your life, your best friend, your entire galaxy.

“Thank you for coming home to me.” You tell him.

“I promised you I always would. I plan on keeping that promise.” He pulls you even closer into his side as he starts to head back toward the cottage. Toward home.

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