Sweet And Sensual

Some headcannons I have about Echo :)

Once he joined the 501st Ahsoka found him reading reg manuals and gave him a few books to read instead, he promptly became a bookworm and joined Ahsoka and Jesse’s book club

He was the better strategist and close combat fighter while Fives was the better shot and better with changing conditions

can hold his liquor surprisingly well

is responsible for 1/5th of Rex’s gray hairs

after joining the Bad Batch it took him a while to start gaining his weight and muscle back as well as his coordination

however once he did start to gain some strength back he basically put himself through his own version of ARC training to get himself back to fighting form

he is the best sparrer on the Bad Batch, something Crosshair learned the hard way when was in an argument with Echo and challenged him to a sparring match

The sniper was down in less than a minute

As Echo recovered the Bad Batch realized they might have bitten off more than they bargained for by taking on the ARC trooper

He challenged them all not just because his skills usually match up with theirs, but because he grew up being challenged by his vod, and the Bad Batch was largely sheltered from the other clones

None of them know how much older Echo is than them and he plans on keeping it that way

The batch regularly refers to Echo has mom, including Hunter

Hunter was actually happy they took Echo on because his plans were beginning to get predictable and Echo head a lot of experience, he also didn’t take shit from any of the bad batch and helped keep them in line

Echo can beat everyone in the Bad Batch except for Wrecker in an arm wrestling contest

Once told his squad to leave the droid base to him and they went “lol ok regy we’ll come help in 10 mins” and then 5 mins later the whole place blew up and Echo just strutted out and tossed the Tacticle Droids head to Hunter

Wrecker was jealous

Regularly scares the Batch with how well he holds his alcohol

Crosshair and Tech once challenged Echo to a drinking contest and got their asses handed to them

Was the only one that new anything about girls when they took Omega on because he spent so much time with Ahsoka

Does not like anything when it comes to water because he only has one arm and he weighs a lot more than he used to because of his metal legs

He got Omega into reading for fun when she got bored with the courses Tech made for her

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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Echo - Bad Batch Conflict

Was thinking about the J. Corbett interview about Echo's conflict with The Batch (pic below) and it made me realise something.

It's clear that the Regs are more pro-rebellion that the rest of CF 99 and I think it has to do with how "protected" The Batch were in comparison to other clones.

Because of their enhanced abilities, Nala Se and the rest of the Kamimoans wanted to make sure that they stayed in good condition so they didn't lose important work. When The Batch had the training assessment and Tarkin used live rounds, they were worried about the clones being damaged, and while Echo is there, I think they were more concerned about the other four.

But that means that CF 99 grew up knowing that they were important (and this is probably where Crosshair's supremacist viewpoints came from) while the rest of the clones were told that they were expendable. It doesn't matter if you lose a reg because there are millions of them, but you can't lose an enhanced clone.

Rex and Echo are regs. They had to endure this "you're just a number" mindset and I think that's why they're more willing to put themselves in situations like the Rebellion.

Hunter wants to make sure that his men are protected and looked after (and so does Rex) but for Hunter that means moving away from his problems. Putting themselves in situations where they're are not hunted in order to protect themselves because they are important. They know they are because they've been told it their entire lives.

Echo and Rex on the other hand grew up without that mindset. They probably think more along the lines of "well it doesn't matter if I die, so I might as well die protecting other people" because if they go, they'll just be replaced with another reg.

It makes sense that CF 99 are more likely to put their safety above helping other people because they've been told that they're needed and special. But Echo and Rex were raised to be expendable and so are less worried about getting hurt. They're just going to do their job.

I'm really interested to see what they do with this conflict and see where it goes.

Taste of You

NSFW (MINORS DNI)

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

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

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

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

Word Count: 1.3k

“Echo…!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Not my usual Echo content but 🫣🥴🤒

*blushes profusely* I will rewatch the whole Twilight Saga just for you, sir

Did i just torture myself? Yes.

Was it worth it? Yes.

Rushed Promises

Pairing: Captain Wilco x F TK!Trooper!Reader

A/N: S2 BAD BATCH SPOILERS!!! (I guess?) Anyone else fall in love with Captain Five Minutes of Screentime??? Lol. I did. Instantly. Anyone else still in denial and almost certain he could survive that fall if there's a body of water at the bottom of that frame????? No? Just me???

Summary: You spend the morning with Wilco before he has to head out.

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI; Established Relationship, SMUT, oral (f receiving), unprotected p in v, fingering, fluff, angst at the end

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“Don’t get out of bed.” You beg, quietly.

Wilco starts to sit up and pull his clothes up off the floor so he can get ready. You have a better idea and start to pull him back to you in the bed.

“I have to, mesh’la.” Wilco kisses you on the forehead, smiling at how beautiful you look in the dim light of the lamp. “I have a lot to do today, unfortunately.”

You nod sadly, understanding.

“So do you.” He playfully smoothes out the crease between your eyebrows to make you stop frowning.

He’s right. You’re supposed to be running drills with the newbie TK troopers while Wilco and his men are supposed to be heading to Serenno today to gather up Count Dooku’s war chests and ship them out to wherever they were supposed to be going. Honestly, at this point, you stop asking questions. You don’t get paid to ask questions. 

“Do you have time to-” You start but you don’t even get to finish your question before Wilco travels down your body, smirking up at you once he settles between your legs.

He knows you so well at this point.

“Always have time for this.” He hums, kissing your inner thighs. “So pretty in the morning. How could I resist?” 

“Don’t want you to.” You grin.

You spread your legs even more for him as he moves the cover away from your naked body. Wilco slides his hands up your body, gently massaging your thighs that are sore from your drills you ran the day before.

“Feel good?” He asks, sliding his hands up even closer to your warmth.

You’re already wet from the implication of what his hands have planned for you. 

“Mmhm.” You sigh, letting your eyes flutter closed.

“Nope. Eyes on me.” He quietly commands you.

“Yes, captain.” You smirk, looking down at him, knowing that calling him that gets to him every single time, no matter what he’s doing.

Wilco groans and immediately throws his plans to the wind as his mouth desperately latches onto your clit, causing your back to arch up off his bunk. You internally thank the Maker that Wilco has his own quarters.

“Fuck, Wil…” You moan.

He hums against your warmth, still massaging your thighs. Your hand flies down to his hair, trying to hold onto him as his tongue sends fire grazing throughout your entire body. A fire you know so well that you’d live engulfed in flames as long as they were Wilco’s flames.

“So wet for me, aren’t you?” He praises you, flicking his tongue across your clit as he inserts a finger into your soaked hole.

You nod, eagerly. “All for you, baby.”

“You taste so fucking good.” He continues licking into you as he thrusts his finger into you while his other hand continues kneading at your thigh.

“So good with your hands.” You praise him, tightening your grip on his hair. “Fuck… and your mouth.” 

He smirks against your pussy and you know he’s trying to make you feel as good as possible since he’s going to be gone for a couple days on Serenno. 

The wet sounds of your cunt fill his small room and your hips buck against his hand, knowing your edge is nearing, but trying to hold back for him to give you the okay. 

“You wanna cum, pretty girl?” He teases, starting to rub that spongy part of you that only Wilco could reach.  “Wish you could feel how perfectly you're clenching around my finger.”

“P-please… Wil…” You beg and plead, whispering his name like a prayer.

“Alright, cyar’ika. You can cum.” He gives you permission and then continues sucking on your clit, making you feel like you may combust completely.

With his permission, you feel your orgasm hit you like a coil snapping and you cum for him, moaning his name so loudly that he has to let go of your thigh to cover your mouth.

“So fucking beautiful.” He eases his finger out of you and sits up on his knees, so he can start pumping his length over your naked body.

Mesmerized by his perfect hands, you watch him and you can’t help the warmth that travels throughout your body as you stare at your partner with absolute love and adoration. 

“You are.” You murmur as you sit up so you can be closer to him. 

Wil stares down into your eyes as he continues working his cock, expertly. Unable to keep your hands to yourself, you slide them over his ass and up his back, raking your nails down his back, knowing how it spurs him on.

“Fuck, your hands feel so-” He starts to groan but is cut off by a knock on his door.

“Captain Wilco, we’re loading up now.” A voice of another clone trooper says on the other side, having no idea what his captain was really up to. 

“Give me five.” He practically barks.

“Yes, sir.” You hear the retreating footsteps.

Quirking an eyebrow, you look up at him amused. “Only five?” 

He groans roughly as he pushes you onto your back, leaning over you to crush his lips to yours, and in one fluid movement, pushes into you, making both of you moan against each other’s mouths, hotly.

“I only need two.” He chuckles and starts thrusting into you at the most unforgiving pace he’s ever fucked you.

“Spend the other three holding me.” You smirk.

“Always.” He promises you.

Slamming his hips against your ass, gripping your thighs, he does as he promises and cums, moaning against your neck, holding your thighs tight enough you know you’re going to bruise. 

“Pussy from the Maker, I swear.” He laughs as he slows his thrust, slowly pulling out of you so he can hold you.

You roll your eyes with a laugh and let him pull you into his arms and pepper your shoulders with kisses. 

“I’ll miss you, you know.” You murmur, kissing his strong forearms.

“I’ll be back, I promise.”

The thing about promises, though? Sometimes, they get broken.

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Hello my dear, congrats on the followers. They are well deserved! And thank you for opening up for some requests.

I’m thinking number 2, “I think I might be in love with you.” with our favorite smarty pants Tech.

So often he’s written as a bit oblivious emotionally and that could be played here. But I do think he’s in touch with his emotions, I love seeing hints of him caring about and for Omega in the season 2 trailers. I think he would show that same care for his partner, maybe they are the oblivious one in the relationship? Just some afternoon Tech Thoughts for you to ponder.

Thank you, mouse <3 I appreciate that!!! Thank YOU for sending in a request!!!

You're absolutely right! I LOVE seeing him so caring and sweet. And we've definitely been blessed this season!!!!

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI; sex mentioned, FLUFF, jealous Tech

WC: 1.3k

Walking the streets of Pantora with the Batch, you lean against Crosshair. The two of you were closer than close lately. What you don’t notice is Tech slightly slouching at the sight of you and his brother looking rather cozy, jealousy tinging his heart in a way he’s not used to. The brother who doesn’t just show emotion… Does Crosshair like you? Or perhaps more? Does Crosshair care for you in the way that he does? 

“Oh, a bookstore.” You stop to look in the window at the small cozy bookstore. “Can we go in?”

“I have no desire to look at books.” Crosshair starts to walk away.

“I’ll be in and out.” You start to go in. 

“Tech, why don’t you wait with her. This is your kind of store, right?” Hunter smirks. “We’ll meet you back at the Marauder.”

“Um… yes. I can do that. I’ll stay with her.” Tech nods and you smile brightly at him enough to make his heart do somersaults in his chest.

“Thanks, Tech.” You go into the bookstore and don’t notice the wink that Hunter gives Tech. 

As you browse the shelves, Tech lingers near, also glancing at the shelves, but mostly admiring the way your eyes light up at the sight of a book that looks interesting to you. 

Tech had tried and failed to stuff his feelings for you deep down. Feelings weren’t his forte, right? He based things off of knowledge and factual data. But the moment that you’d walked into their lives, knowledge and factual data didn’t seem to matter anymore.

“I admire your love for books.” Tech gives you a small smile and you look up at him, already holding a small stack of books. “Have you always enjoyed reading?”

You nod. “Ever since I was little. My mother and father used to read to me before bed and I think that’s where my love for books probably stemmed from.”

“That would be the logical conclusion.” He fixes his goggles.

You can’t help the grin. “How much reading do you do for joy?”

“All reading brings me joy, I suppose.” He starts to walk past you to look at the books behind you, brushing against you softly.

You close your eyes at the feeling. You’ve been in love with the man since you’d patched him up after getting hit by a blaster shot that was meant for you. 

“I mean, reading that doesn’t require thinking.” You turn toward him. 

He picks up a book and turns it over to read the back and then sits it back on the shelf.

“All reading requires thinking, does it not?” He gives a soft smile, but still doesn’t look at you. 

You go over to a shelf and pick up a book that definitely has smut in it and then hand it to him.

“I don’t think at all when I read these kinds of books.” You tease. 

He opens it and the book immediately starts out by the female protagonist getting intimate with her partner. He looks up at you, warm in the face.

“You read these books?” He asks. 

You nod with a shrug. “Sure.”

He closes the book and hands it back to you, unable to get the image of you reading sex scenes out of his head. 

“Sorry… if that made you uncomfortable… I don’t know why that was the first book I picked up…” You quickly apologize, feeling terrible, turning to go look at the shelves across the store. 

He can hear you cursing yourself about something. But the pressing feeling against his codpiece is blocking out his ability to think clearly. 

“Do you need any help?” The store clerk asks you. 

You shake your head. “Just looking, thank you. I really like your store.”

“Thank you so much. It’s been in my family for three generations.” The Pantoran man tells you. 

Tech wasn’t blind to the attention you got anywhere you went. Your smile and personality alone were infectious and almost anyone you came across was completely taken in by your charm. But still… The jealous feeling still makes itself too known.

“Oh wow! How neat! I’m so glad we were able to stop in.” You smile widely.

“We?” The store clerk looks up in time to see Tech knock over a stand with books on it. 

You can’t help the small laugh that escapes as you go over to help him, apologizing to the clerk. 

“Happens more than you realize.” The clerk chuckles. “You guys are a good looking couple.”

“Oh we aren’t-” Tech starts but you look at him and his heart nearly stops with his words. 

The look on your face isn’t that of disgust, but a soft look of… adoration, maybe? He can’t tell. But the fact that it isn’t disgust is a win, right?

When you get all the books picked up, you go to the front to check out, Tech following closely to you. You pay the clerk and Tech takes the bag for you.

“Thanks.” You smile on your way out. 

“You’re welcome.” He nods. 

As you walk down the sidewalk, passing all of the other stores, you make your way back to the Marauder.

“I wasn’t uncomfortable with the book you showed me earlier, by the way.” He glances down at you.

“Oh good.” You let out a breath.

He debates whether or not to bring it up now. It was beginning to get more and more difficult to keep these emotions bottled up like he’d been trying to do for the last year. 

“I… I found myself wondering… what it’d be like.” He struggles for words for the first time ever. 

“The sex?” You ask.

Tech has found that you understand him more than anyone in the Batch. He seldom has to explain himself more than once with you. 

He nods. “But… with you.” 

You stop in your tracks. “Me?”

Did you just hear that right? He’s not looking at you, though. He’s watching the ground, trying to gather his thoughts.

“While I know it’s not required to have intimate relations with someone, of course… I think that I might be in love with you.” He finally looks at you and you can’t stop smiling. 

All this time, you were afraid your feelings would be completely unrequited, you hadn’t entertained the thought that Tech might feel the same way as you.

“I know that Crosshair would be a more suitable choice, of course. I just could not keep these-” He starts but you cut him off with a nervous chuckle.

“Crosshair? What does he have to do with anything?” You ask.

He pushes his goggles up again. “Earlier, the two of you… well, I just assumed. I know you two are very close.”

“Oh, Tech…” You murmur, closing the distance, taking his hands. “I don’t think of Crosshair like that. He’s like a… best friend I suppose. It’s you that I… well that I…”

You struggle to find words, but Tech just smiles.

“I understand now.” He nods, squeezing your hands. 

You reach up, nervously, on your toes to brush your lips against his. He catches your lips with his and pulls you closer. Warmth spreads throughout both of your bodies.

When you pull away, you’re both panting slightly. 

“I should have done that sooner.” He smiles.

“Agreed.” You laugh as you kiss him once more before making your way back to the ship, arm in arm, his hand over yours. 

When you get back to the ship, Wrecker and Omega start grinning goofily. Echo and Hunter smirk and Crosshair who knew about your feelings for the genius before anyone did, winks at you. 

Echo gives up his copilot seat for you when they get into hyperspace. You assume that it’s so you can spend more time with Tech since everyone is suddenly out of the cockpit. 

“Why don’t you read one of your books to me.” Tech offers.

You lean over and kiss him on the cheek. “Deal.”

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Is it hot in here , or is it me? 👀

[ comfort officer ] • captain rex

synopsis - you're a comfort officer for the 501st but your sights are set on one person.

pairing - captain rex/reader.

warnings - nsfw.

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being a comfort officer for the 501st had been a rollercoaster of a ride, but one you had enjoyed so far. the members of the 501st had all fallen for you, but there was somebody in particular who caught your attention: captain rex. 

currently, rex's cock was in your mouth as he squirmed underneath you. his cock was so far in the back of your throat that you were gagging for air, however rex's delicious moans kept you from coming up. rex was completely at your mercy and you were loving every second of it. you see, rex was the only submissive member of the 501st in the bedroom. the captain would submit to you completely and without question. rex's love for you was pure and unfiltered and he told you that every time he saw you. but that was for another time. right now, you bobbed your head along rex's cock and revealed in the sounds he made. "oh maker, y/n," he groaned grasping your hair in his hands. "can't take it anymore, need to be inside of you." 

you pulled off his cock with a 'pop' sound and nodded, a smirk gracing your lips. you loved it when he begged for you and he was so close to begging. you turned around and shimmied your pants down your legs until they pooled at your ankles, shaking your arse at him teasingly. rex could let out a slow moan as he reached for the plush of your arse. taking each cheek in either hand, he squeezed tightly as he admired the way you filled his palms. his cock was so hard, it was hot to the touch and beads of pre cum were now dripping down his shaft. you turned around again to look at rex, still smiling. "poor baby, do you need me?" you asked teasingly. rex's throat was dry and all's he could do was nod as he swallowed. you obliged, pushing him down onto your bed and crawling on top of him. you teased him by grinding your pussy against his thigh, coating it with your wetness that had accumulated just from sucking him off. 

rex sighed and grasped your hips. "please," he begged. 

you cocked an eyebrow at him. "you know better than 'please'," you smiled, still grinding against him. 

"y/n, baby, i'm begging you," he pleaded. "i need you to ride me. i need it." 

"good boy," you whispered before making your way up to his cock. you aligned it perfectly with your cunt and slowly lowered yourself down on top of him. you were being so slow, rex was desperate to thrust himself up into you to bottom out, but he knew better than that. the last time he did you had tied him to your bed post for hours and made him watch as you brought yourself to orgasm again and again. "maker, rex, you're throbbing."

"i wonder why," rex groaned as he rolled his eyes at you. you slapped him slightly, causing the captain to look at you with wide eyes. 

"don't give me sass," you growled, before plonking yourself down on his last inch quickly. 

"holy fuck," rex moaned out, throwing his head back. 

you let out a chuckle and began to move your hips up and down, your pace agonisingly slow. "you like that pretty boy?" you whispered, bending down to give his lips a quick peck. rex nodded, eyes glossy and wide as he looked up at you. his eyes trailed down to your breasts, watching as they bounced with each bounce you did. it didn't take you long before you were quickening your pace, already bringing rex to orgasm. his eyes told you exactly what you wanted to know. "gonna cum rexy?" you asked cockily. 

"y-yeah," he whimpered, fists grasping the sheets beneath him. you laughed and continued bouncing up and down, eager to make the clone captain cum in less than a minute. you made a few more movements with your hips before rex was a stuttering, moaning mess beneath you. "cumming y/n-" he screamed out, letting the others in his squad know you were fucking him senseless. 

"my my," you whispered, slowing down as he came inside of you. "you made a mess pretty boy."

"'m sorry," he whimpered. rex's eyes were glued to where you were joined, watching as you lifted yourself up off his cock, his cum dribbling out of you. 

"my eyes are up here," you snapped. rex's eyes shot up so he was looking at you directly in the eye. you were smiling sweetly at him now, watching as his face softened. 

"sorry love," he mumbled. you bent down, eye-level with his cock and put it in your mouth once more. "w-what are - ah - you doing?"

"sensitive?" you choked, mouthful of his cock. he nodded in response. "oh i'm not done with you yet, captain," you purred. 

boy, was rex in for a long night. 

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Wait a damn minute 😭🤧

I thought this was about Tech and Romar (I believe that’s his name) 🧍🏽‍♀️😭 I cackled thinking about Texh giving him a hip replacement !! Im so done…

yeah yeah fucking that old man, but what about cherishing that old man? tenderly holding that old man?

Shut up virgin, that old man's gonna need a hip replacement when I'm done with him