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Took Him Long Enough

Tech x reader

Tech is alone for the evening so he decides to run out and explore the underground marketplace on Ord Mantel. Due to an unfortunate accident, he’s been exposed to some ~mood altering substances~ and finds himself getting a little too hot under his armor. He’ll be fine if he can just make it home, where he’ll be alone, right? Yes, this is just another shameless flavor of sex pollen fic for the sluts. (It’s me, I’m the sluts)

NSFW, 18+ only

Warnings: rough sex, face fucking, dubcon if you’re REALLLLY squinting

Notes: ok so this is my first attempt at writing this kinda thing. My first fanfic actually so I’m super happy to receive any constructive criticism or notes on what you liked/disliked as far as style goes. A little bit of background- I always thought it seemed kinda uncomfortable for them to live on the marauder so I imagine that there’s an apartment above Cid’s that she rents out to them.

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He actually made it back- his condition is worsening with each passing second. His goggles begin to fog up as he stumbles into the stairwell at Cid’s, giving her an awkward wave and a strained smile, trying not to look suspicious. The most he gets is an eye roll, a promising sign.

He all but trips over himself as he finally passes the threshold into their apartment. He was grateful the rest of you had left to run some errands for Cid- allowing him some privacy.

If only he had gone with you, he would be in a lot better shape than he is currently.

Truthfully he was working on a project before this. He had ventured out into the marketplace hopeful to find an essential part to repair Omega’s holopad. He had excitedly given it to her as a gift once he had saved up enough. Inevitably the thing met its doom at the hands of Wrecker. He hoped to surprise her when everyone got back.

It was a simple fix, but he couldn’t help himself from wandering into adjacent shops when something uncommon piqued his interest. He actually can’t quite remember what he was doing when he was exposed, all he had were blurred memories of broken glass jars and panicked apologies. His head was already spinning as the shop owner urged him to leave and seek medical attention for the overdose, clearly not wanting authorities catching wind of his side business.

Tech didn’t need a doctor, he needed to get home.

He briskly weaves through the crowded streets. He does his best to appear unbothered even as he was painfully aware of the growing discomfort behind his codpiece.He brings his fist up to his teeth to stifle any whines threatening to escape, the other still clinging tightly to that damned part for the holopad.

He feels a small pang of shame as he finds his thoughts drifting to you: your soft lips, the curve of your hips and the warmth between your thighs.

He fantasized about how the evening would have gone had you stayed behind. All the lonely nights he spent pining for you in his bunk or from his seat in the cockpit could not match the searing desire for you he felt now.

A crushing feeling of shame shook him out of his fantasy. You were his friend, it was indecent for him to think of you this way. Not only that, he felt it was embarrassingly hopeful. Despite the many less-than-subtle attempts by his brothers to get you two alone, he simply could not find the nerve to make a move.

Just the thought made him choke as he ducks into the next alleyway, shaking his head. He has enough to worry about right now, you were out and he could easily take care of himself. He just has to make it home…

He drops to his knees in the entryway. His limbs tremble beneath him as he struggles to catch his breath. He groans through his teeth as he notices just how hot the skin beneath his armor was. Wasting no time, he begins to strip off his clothes, pulling his right glove off with his teeth as his left hand fumbles to remove his belt. He utters a groan of relief once he is down to nothing but his pants and his boots. Finally alone.

Until he hears someone calling him from across the apartment. He freezes with hand at his waistband when he hears your voice.

He is mortified, sure you had left with the others. It was simply impossible to face you like this. What would you think if you wandered out into the hall to discover him on the ground, half-naked and…excited. What could he possibly say to explain himself?

“Tech, you better say something if it’s you or i'm coming out here swinging!”

He clasps his hand over his mouth to stifle a groan. Your footsteps grow louder as he frantically weighs the pros and cons of making a quick escape, only to find the decision has been taken out of his hands.

You’re standing over him and he hesitantly glances up at you. His eyes rake hungrily over your body. The exposed skin of your thighs, the way your shorts hug your hips, your arms folded beneath your breasts and your sweet smile. You looked so happy to see him.

“Fuck”

It’s all he can manage when he finally meets your gaze. Your face softens with concern. Something was definitely off.

“A little less eloquent than usual, Tech” You teased, crouching in front of him. “What happened to your clothes?”

It was so hard to keep his composure. He really liked the way his name sounded when you said it. “I thought you would be out with the others…why are you here?

You cock an eyebrow as you look him over

“Because I live here; and I was waiting for you.”

You gesture vaguely to the living space behind you a considerable amount of tools and equipment were beginning to pile up.

“We have a lot of unfinished projects just waiting for me to trip over.”

Truthfully you stayed behind to get some time alone with Tech. You often suggested improvements to equipment or to the marauder so you could get him to yourself. You’re pretty sure he likes having you around but you’re not quite sure how much deeper that goes. Even if he wasn’t interested in you romantically it was still nice spending time as a friend.

He sits back on his heels to adjust his goggles and catch his breath.

“This is humiliating to admit but- from my understanding I’ve been inadvertently exposed to some kind of illegal substance.” shuts his eyes tightly in concentration before continuing. “I believe it’s commonly used as a party drug…in much smaller doses.”

He manages to choke out enough details for you to piece together what might have happened, blushing once you get a thorough visual of the side effects.

He assumed you would be disgusted. He could see no other outcome than this forever damaging your relationship after seeing him this way. He fully expected you to walk out the door, disgusted, as he internally mourned the future he had pictured with you.

Instead you’re just concerned. You move closer to him, pushing aside any awkwardness to check his vitals.You need to make sure he’s safe. You gently place the back of your hand against his glistening forehead, doing your best to ignore the obvious bulge in his pants.

“Tech, I’m so sorry. ”

His breath catches in his throat as you set your fingertips against his pulse. You could feel the muscles in his neck tensing up at your touch.

“Physically you’re going to be fine”

You offer a lighthearted smile, hoping to alleviate some of the embarrassment. You didn’t quite feel bold enough to offer him ‘help’, but you had to admit that the way he was looking at you was more than enough to tempt you.

“If it makes you feel better, you aren’t the first person I’ve seen like this. It’s actually pretty easy to overdo it with this stuff- not that you really had a choice”

Tech was speechless for the first time that he can remember. What could he possibly say to you in this moment? He absolutely could not share with you any of the thoughts running through his mind.

He wills himself to move, to speak, to do anything but sit there helplessly. He finds himself raising his left hand to meet yours, still pressed against his neck. The other finds its place below your chin, his thumb tracing the outline of your lips.

Your eyes widen in surprise at the bold gesture. His thumb stills and the hazy smile leaves his eyes when he realizes what he’s doing.

“Sorry” He flashes an apologetic look but makes no attempt to separate from you.

“This is not like me, I promise I’m not some kind of deviant-”

“I know you aren’t” You cut him off as you move to take his hands in your own. “Here, get up. Maybe we should get you into your bed…you could sleep it off?” You stand and pull him to his feet, hoping to restore some dignity to the sweaty, shirtless, mess of a man before you.

You give him a moment to steady himself; his muscles faintly soften as you absentmindedly stroke his palm. Maybe this was what he needed? Any physical touch seemed to be providing a degree of relief.

“Does this help?” your voice is gentle as you try to ignore the fluttery feeling in your stomach. You took note of how much bigger his hands were compared to yours. They were calloused and scarred from his work yet still had a gentleness to them as he held onto you.

“In a way” he answered thoughtfully.

“Though if I can be candid with you it only seems to fan the flames, so to speak.”

Did he mean just the physical touch? Or does he mean you? It’s possible that he's desperately seeking relief and you are the first warm body he’s run into. You push those thoughts aside, re-centering your focus on Tech.

“I could get you a glass of water? Maybe a shower would help”

He paused a moment. His brows knit together as he considered his options.

“Perhaps a shower would help, If you joined me?”

You expect him to laugh, to assure you he was joking, but he does not rescind the offer. His previous hang ups about pursuing you are silenced as his desire reaches a breaking point.

He steps in closer to you and you tilt your head back to look up at him. Has he always been this tall?

His amber gaze scans your features from behind his lenses.

“Unless that’s not your preference?”

He raises his eyebrows, anxiously awaiting your response. He knew it was a longshot but in this moment he felt that there is no other woman he would rather be with.

“Me? Tech, are you sure you know what you’re asking? Maybe I’m misunderstanding-”

“Are the others wrong in their assumptions that you have-” he was sifting through his thoughts for the appropriate words “-romantic feelings for me?”

He tentatively squeezed your hands, hoping he hasn’t crossed a line.

“If so, I'll ask you to forgive me. After my exposure you have completely consumed my thoughts. Although truthfully, this is not much different from any other moment since we’ve met”

Excitement buzzed through your body at his admission. It was all you could do not to pull him close to you and kiss him all over.

“No. They aren't wrong” you admitted, shoulders tensed as you anticipated his next move.

Tech gently lifts your chin to meet his gaze.

“I can ensure the experience to be mutually pleasurable”

His voice is low and sweet as he cups your face.

You’re suddenly aware that he has been slowly walking you toward the lounge area behind you. Matching every step you take until you find yourself stumbling into the couch.

“I apologize for being so direct but I would love nothing more than to have you right here in this moment. If you’ll indulge me?”

He kneels in front of you, slowly sliding his hands up your thighs. His touch is excruciatingly soft. “I’ll do anything, Love. I would do anything you ask”

“I’m begging you, mesh’la” he lays his head in your lap, letting out a contented sigh.

“I need you”

He trails soft kisses from your knee to the hem of your shorts. His fingertips trace the soft skin of your inner thighs.

“You’re absolutely sure? This is what you want?” You confirmed one final time before giving in to your own desires.

“Yes” He breathes “This is what I want. Every single day this is what I want.”

You can’t help but take amusement in his melodramatic performance. It’s certainly over the top, and completely unnecessary as he’s already won you over long before this.

You bend forward, brushing your fingers into his hair as you invite him into a gentle kiss. He eagerly accepts, He brushes his tongue softly across your lips before gently moving past them.

You took a moment to breathe him in. An earthy musk mingles with his feverish sweat. Clearly he had been up early today working on the ship. He moans softly into your mouth, kisses becoming more fervent. His tender touch sends tingles through your body as he explores the bare skin beneath your shirt.

His attention drops to his hands as he hooks his fingers into your waistband. He retreats to look at you for final confirmation before quickly sliding your shorts down your legs.

He watches you squirm as he teases his fingers over your underwear. He slips his fingers beneath the lacy fabric, stamping light kisses on your inner thighs.

“Does that feel good?” He coos, having already found a comfortable rhythm between your lips.

You nod your head in response, digging your fingers into the grainy fabric of the couch.

Satisfied with your answer, he gently slides his hand down to your entrance.

“You are remarkably wet already” He pants, a cheeky smile flashed briefly across his lips.

Tentatively, he slides his middle and ring fingers inside of you, cursing as you clench around his digits. His thumb resumes his pace between your folds as his fingers slide in and out of your core. His cock strains against his pants at the obscene sounds of his fingers between your thighs.

Having collected a considerable amount of your juices on his hand, he reaches into his pants, in desperate need of his own stimulation. He groans as he begins brazenly thrusting into his slick palm.

Even as his need for release rings louder in his ears he holds out long enough to be sure you’re ready for him. He hooks his arm around your thigh and drags you to him, bringing your clothed heat to his mouth. Impatiently he pulls your panties to the side and leans in to taste you.

Under ordinary circumstances he would have gladly spent hours between your thighs, in fact he frequently caught himself daydreaming of just that. His mind would wander to you during any lengthy repairs to the marauder, usually becoming enough of a distraction to warrant a quick break to clear his head.

Tech finally pulls back from you with a groan as the pain from his erection becomes unbearable. He stands and plants his boot next to you on the couch. He extends his arm to steady himself against the wall behind you- still desperately pumping his length.

“Please” He mouths, only to guide your hand toward his discomfort.

“Of course, Tech.” Your mouth waters as you take him into your hands. You begin to slowly work his shaft. A twinge of satisfaction pools in your center as you listen to the string of obscenities drawn out by your touch.

You lean in to slowly lick the length of his shaft before taking him into your mouth. He bucks his hips in response, no longer making an effort to conceal his cries.

“Yes, just like that” his pupils are blown wide as he watches you bob your head up and down, whispering unintelligible praises between breaths. He presses his hips forward, urging you to take him deeper into your throat.

“Fuck, please y/n, I need to feel you”

He begs as he gently slips his hand behind your head to grab a fistful of hair. He holds your head in place as he rhythmically thrusts into the back of your throat. You gag as he quickens his pace, desperately seeking relief by pushing deeper into your throat.

You gasp when he pulls himself out of you, taking a moment to catch your breath.

“Oh god, I’m so sorry- I wasn’t thinking! I just-” He panicks. This is what he was afraid of, he had hurt you. He was sure he would never forgive himself as he watched you wipe at your smeared mascara.

“No, no. I’m fine.” you reassure him as you softly slide your hands up his thighs, resting them at his hips. You looked up at him meekly as you made your request

“I want you to use my mouth, Tech”

Your words elicited a visible shudder from the man, who only hesitated a few moments before repositioning himself at your open mouth. “anything you want, darling”

With your permission, he resumed his roughened pace, being mindful to allow you occasional breaks to catch your breath.

“You look…so...pretty…with my cock in your mouth” he groans between thrusts, his hand planted firmly behind your head as he vehemently chases his release. After a final few, deep thrusts he slowly pulls himself out of your mouth and kneels in front of you.

He searches your features as he brushes your hair out of your face, lightly cradling your head in his hands.

“Still doing alright?” his voice is heavy and his breaths are unsteady, all of his focus is now on you.

Before you answer, you raise your hands to his face, repositioning his goggles that had slid down the bridge of his nose.

“Yes” you begin pleading “Please, Tech. I need you to fuck me”

More than happy to fulfill your request, Tech lowers himself between your thighs and goes to remove your underwear.

“Your shirt” He mutters, fully focused on sliding your panties off to reveal your bottom half. You comply, swiftly removing your top and tossing it behind you.

With your heat sufficiently exposed, he draws his eyes to your chest. You feel the warmth of his breath against your lips as he leans in to meet them. A calloused hand greedily cups your breast as he sighs softly into your mouth. He lightly brushes his fingertips over your nipples, making you shiver.

He eases you onto his length, scrutinizing your features as you stretch to accommodate his girth. The scorching heat of your core sends a tremor through his body.

He allows his head to fall back, a hiss escapes through gritted teeth as he slowly bottoms out. You barely have a moment to adjust to him before he really begins rutting into you. Tension visibly dissolves from his body as he finally finds the friction he was aching for.

His pace is relentless, spurred on by your lecherous cries. He holds you firmly in place by your hips, fingers sinking deep into your soft flesh. It’s not long before a fervid sensation creeps behind your skull, causing your walls to clench around him.

Picking up on your body’s signals, he bends forward and cages your head between his arms, purring softly into your ear.

“Go ahead, pretty thing. Cum for me”

His words send shockwaves through your body as you reach the peak of your orgasm. He stays close, holding your shaking thighs and riding out the aftershock with you.

Satisfied with his work, Tech carefully repositions you. He pulls your back to his chest, supporting you in his arms. Carefully he lowers you down onto his pulsing length. His hand moves to lightly grip your throat, steadying you as he bounces you in his lap. His eyes close as he falls into a feverish pace, gasping and whimpering into your hair.

“I’m so close, love. Where can I…”

“Inside.” you gasp as you steady yourself on his forearm. “You can cum inside me”

His grip tightens around you, growing more flustered as he approaches his climax.

He plants an unexpected kiss on your temple as his thighs begin to tremble. You feel him pulsing inside you, on the brink of his long anticipated release.

A guttural moan escapes his lips as he paints your insides, embedding himself into the warmth between your thighs. The muscles in his arms twitch around you as his pleasure overtakes him. You listen to his labored breathing as he nestles his face into your neck.

He keeps you close as he comes down from his high, finally finding reprieve from his condition. Neither of you spoke as you listened to the sounds of each other's breath, slowly drifting back to reality.

His fingertips glide over the vulnerable flesh of your neck before he dips down to plant soft kisses below your jawline.

“Thank you” he hums, gently tracing shapes along the length of your arms. You stay like this for a while, finding comfort in each other's closeness.

He sits back into the seat and adjusts your position in his lap. Reaching beside him, he grabs one of the throw blankets and wraps you both in its warmth.

“Are you comfortable?” He asks, checking to be sure you’re fully covered.

“Very”

You lay your head against his chest and hear his heartbeat steady.You feel yourself drifting off, only awoken when he finally speaks again.

“I hope you don’t think less of me after this”

His voice is unsteady as he pulls you closer to him.

“I don’t regret our encounter but I am deeply ashamed of my behavior”

Embarrassment bubbles inside you at his words. You had let yourself believe this was more than a quick resolution to his discomfort. You felt foolish for believing it all, of course it’s not his fault but you should have known he would have said anything to get relief.

The lump forming in your throat stopped you from answering, the silence only broken by the steady pounding in his chest.

“I had hoped our first time might have been much more intimate.” He continues, oblivious to your inner narrative.

“I was planning the perfect evening for us- granted that I ever gained the courage to ask you”

You leaned to the side so you could look up at him. He was already looking down at you through half lidded eyes.

“Although, I think we might have just circumvented that milestone” he adjusts his goggles and offers a bashful smile.

“I think it was long overdue” You give a quick squeeze to his hand. “It was nice, and I was happy to help”

He nodded then set his chin on the top of your head, squeezing you just a bit tighter

“Agreed.”

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When the others got back you all gathered at the bar to get caught up on their usual shenanigans, Cid never sent them on a mission that would go smoothly. Tech immediately presented Omega with her newly fixed holopad. After a quick talk about the importance of keeping her things out of Wreckers destructive reach, Omega quickly ran up to her room stating she had a lot of reading to catch up on.

You returned to the bar to find that Tech had already gotten you a drink, a subtle gesture that did not go unnoticed. You thanked him and reached your hand out to give his a soft squeeze.

“Oh my god, I knew it!” You are all startled by Cid’s sudden outburst.

“Knew what?” Hunter questioned, clearly already annoyed with her after the unexpected terrors he faced on the last mission.

She nodded in your direction, a smug grin creeping across her face.

“They finally did it- Look at ‘em! Pay up, Killjoy” she turns to Echo with an outstretched hand

He looks between you and Tech, then rolls his eyes as he digs through his pockets for any loose credits. “You two couldn’t have waited another 14 rotations?” he grumbles as he places the contents of his pocket on the bar in front of him.

“I’m not sure what you’re referring to” Tech tries to play coy but he is thwarted by the flush on both of your faces.

“He’s talking about you two finally hooking up. Took ya long enough!” He laughs as he chugs the rest of his drink. “HA! I didn’t think you had it in ya Tech!”

He gives Tech a rough shove on the shoulder as you bury your face in your hands.

“You are as subtle and eloquent as ever, Wrecker” He says through gritted teeth.

Hunter brings his hands up to rub his temples, finally putting a stop to the nonsense “Okay, enough, all of you! You’re giving me a migraine”

This is too good 🥹

The Beat of the Night

Rating: 18+ Minors do NOT read

Pairing: TBB Echo x fem!reader

Wordcount: 1,9k

Warnings: Fluff and smut, fingering and implied sexual actions in (semi) public, bithday sex... tell me if I forgot something

A/N: This is a birthday present for my dear @clone-whore-99 Patch, I'm so happy I could get you with my Echo stories.... so here's one especially for you. One day late, but I hope you still enjoy. I love you 💋

The music is loud. And the beat’s pounding in your ears as you sit at the bar, sipping your drink. You take in the chaotic atmosphere of the infamous clone bar 79s. The laughter of clone troopers and civilians, drinking and dancing, the diffused light, the smell and the buzzing energy surrounds and fascinates you. You haven’t decided yet if you like it or not. Stars, it’s your first visit ever on Coruscant, and you ended up here, dressed up in a red low cut top and a short black skirt. Something so fancy and seductive you never thought you would ever wear. The smooth fabric just hides enough of your shape to leave enough room for imagination running wild. The imagination of your lover, sitting at the barstool next to you. His honey eyes shamelessly rove over your body, captivated by every curve hidden from his hungry gaze. You never saw him that bold before. You can almost feel him watching you…

Leaning over to you, so you can hear him over the music, Echo whispers next to your ear: “I know it’s your birthday, cyare, but dressed up like this, you look like you’re a present for me.”

You really are the most beautiful being he ever saw, from your kind nature and your soft smile, from head to toes. You are the gift he never thought he would deserve and yet from the moment the two of you met, it was only a matter of when and never of if until you became a couple. He sometimes still wonders how it happened, but then again, who is he to question the twists of the Force.

He was the one who suggested celebrating your birthday on Coruscant. Here at this very place where he spent so many wild nights among his brothers, keeping an eye on Fives and, well, sometimes ended up in a bed much warmer and more comfortable than the bunks at the base. He was used to this place like a second home but lost this feeling long ago with the majority of his humanity. And as for you… you told him you've never been at a place like this, never wore something other than your medical uniform or casual clothes, functional and not sexy at all.

He was the one who forced the both of you to leave your comfort zones and gave you the clothes you are wearing as a birthday present.

But it is you who make him feel like his former self, the confident ARC-trooper of the 501st and not the cyborg, percent wise more machine than man, stricken by self-consciousness and the question what would have been if he hadn't almost died at the citadel. You make him better.

And he is glad that he has given in to his desires, to finally overcome his doubts and share this special day, this special experience, with you, because he isn’t confused any longer. For so long he was hopeless and only a shadow of himself, but Echo now knows at least part of what he's worth and what wants... and he wants you! Now!

"Come on, let's dance," he suddenly says with a smirk and grabs your hand, dragging you from your seat and into the crowd.

Suddenly nervous, you follow him out to the dance floor and let him take the lead. So many people around you, too many for your liking, but you soon realize they are all busy with their own affairs, and nobody is taking note of you. You relax a little. And as soon as he pulls you close, with his scomp link on your lower back, his firm chest gently pressed against yours and his left hand on your waist, you completely forget about any other soul around. All that matters is him, his closeness and the way his body moves with yours to the music. You’ve never been happier.

The first few songs are quite fast and Echo enjoys the music, his feet easily following the beat. Guiding your steps, he swirls you around, sways his hips against yours and does everything he can to give you wings for this precious night. He wouldn’t have guessed that he’ll ever be dancing again after his legs have been taken from him. Kriffing hell, it’s been so long since the last time he's done this but it still feels... natural... and even more so since he's dancing with you. The smile on your face tells him that you enjoy this dance just as much. Your usual reticence has vanished and that, he thinks, might be the best birthday gift of all.Tomorrow will come soon enough with new commitments and perils, but tonight… the two of you is all that matters.

Eventually the DJ puts on something with a slow beat, and you snuggle up close to him.

The two of you…

Slowly, Echo leans forward, closes that last gap between you and meets your lips with his own. The kiss is sweet and tentative. A silent plea and a wordless invitation for more… Maybe it is just because of the drinks you already had, or it is because he kindles that kind of heat inside you that’s rushing down your spine and leaves you craving for his touch, you curl more into him anyway. Your tongue is sneaking into your lover’s warm mouth and teasing his tongue with gentle strokes, while you ever so slightly rub yourself against the hard plastoid cuisse on his thigh.

A familiar warmth flares through him, pooling in his groins, his compression pants grow tighter, and Echo curses the confinements of his codpiece. Well, maybe it's better he's wearing his armor, for it’s the only real barrier left that keeps him from going as far as he wants to now. Not at all like your clothes, so floaty and soft… hiding a promise even softer… he needs to feel…

His grip on your waist loosens and slowly his hand sneaks down between your bodies pressed close against each other. When the tips of his fingers slide just beneath the smooth fabric hugging your hips, you gasp into the kiss, and he responds by breaking away from your mouth just long enough to bend his head and move his lips to the crook of your neck and nibble on the sensitive skin of your collarbone.

"Echo…" you mewl and he chuckles seductively at your needy sounds.

“You have to be quiet birthday girl if you don’t want to get caught,” Echo breathes. His words are clearly meant to tease you, but the cadence betrays his own desire.

Without wasting another second, his hand travels further down and cups your clad pubis. The warmth of his palm seeps through the silky fabric and when you hear him hiss, you realize that you’ve already soaked your panty by now.

“Fuck, you’re so wet.” Echo’s voice is dark and filled with lust as he eventually pushes your panty to the side and drags his fingers gingerly up and down your folds, slowly increasing the pressure to breach you open.

His touch is electrifying and addicting. He is constantly caressing your wet entrance without actually dipping inside, and your toes are curling in fervent anticipation. Everything he does to you, so confident and sweet all the same, sets you on edge. An edge you never want to back down from but tumble into the abyss behind. You can’t help but grind down on his hand to tempt him to finally give you more.

"So responsive, cyare…" he murmurs against your bare collarbone, his teeth cautiously biting into the thin strap of your top and dragging it to the curve of your shoulder… just one inch further and your top would slide down your skin, exposing your perked buds to his gaze.

And everyone’s else's too.

Stars, it’s hot. You’ve never felt so desired, so attractive and you eagerly rock your heated core against his hand to the rhythm of the music. You gasp in pleasure, as he finally eases one and then a second finger inside your wetness. When his thumb attaches to your clit, you bury your head in the crook of his neck to muffle your noises, giving yourself over to him completely.

He holds you close and upright, while he sways back and forth to the slow beat of music hanging in the air, but your legs quiver as Echo draws slow and tender circles over your sensitive nub. His eyelids flutter, straining to stay open, with the overwhelming sensation of your tight pussy clenching around his calloused fingers. Fuck, if only he could feel you around his rock-hard cock right now… Instead he’s bumping his fingers into you, over and over again, letting you feel every ridge and scar, as he brings you closer and closer to bliss.

“Look at me, love. I want to see you cum for me,” Echo purrs, and curls his fingers to caress that spongy spot inside you.

“Stars, Echo…,” you whimper huskily in response.

The next moment, you throw your hands up to cradle the back of his head, pulling him close roughly, to connect your lips in a searing kiss. He growls into your mouth, and the vibrations of his passion are what’s finally pushing you over the edge. Locking gazes with you, Echo sees your eyes water at the sheer pleasure invading your senses, and all he can do is to swallow your moans as he lets you ride out the waves of your orgasm until you’re a trembling mess in his arms. Both of you stopped dancing a long time ago… but neither of you cares.

“Thank you, Echo. For everything you’ve done this evening for me” you whisper softly as you regain your senses, and though he can’t hear the words over the loud music he still feels them deep inside.

“Anything for you, cyare,” he smiles and slowly slides his fingers out of you, already missing your tight heat.

Echo's hand finally leaves the velvety skin of your drenched pussy to trail up your body, tracing across your belly and over the valley of your breasts… up to your mouth. His coated fingers gliding against your soft and swollen lips, bruised from all his kissing, to coax them open for him. And he watches you intently with darkened and hooded eyes as you accept his fingers into the hot and wet cavern of your mouth, sucking them and licking your own juices off of him.

Kriff, the sight is so erotic, sending another shiver of heat down his spine and he knows that he won’t be able to restrain his needs for much longer. No… he needs to taste you himself, wants you to soak his cock, like you soaked his fingers…

“I have one more present for you, birthday girl.”

Echo’s sweet smile turns into a cheeky smirk as he clasps your wrist and guides your hand to the slope of his codpiece. Your eyes widen in surprise, wondering if he meant what you thought… and you look around, somewhat afraid that anyone has seen what you’ve done. Or what you’re going to do? Luckily not…

“But first…” he fixes your disheveled appearance and adjusts your clothes, “let’s find some unoccupied dark corner.”

You hear him chuckle as a relieved sigh leaves your lips. But you can’t deny the thrilling feeling inside your guts while you follow his brisk steps off the dance floor and towards another new experience.

Stars… this man is going to be the death of you!

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I will RIOT if we don’t get Howzer back this season!

Do y’all think we’ll ever see Howzer again? 😞

Th fact that Hunter is not wearing his helmet is interesting to me compared to the rest of the guys. 

I’ve heard that the helmet is meant to shield their emotions. Perhaps after what happened on Kamino (where he didn’t have a helmet and had to let everyone see his expressions) , he feels more comfortable with letting his guard down. 

From the the official trailer and SW Celebration teasers - we see that Tech and Echo are opening up to Omega. Perhaps they will also start breaking free from the helmet. 

Wrecker is a SWEETHEART! Every emotion has been given to us :) 

I’m probably reaching, but it would be nice to see more of the guys being vulnerable. ✨✨✨❤️❤️❤️

New Bad Batch Trailer just dropped!! Yay!!! 🥳

And this poster is so cool 🤩🤩🤩🤩

Okay I have a very short and sweet rambling thing that I have to get out of my head:

When Echo first joins he’s not exactly sure how much of his personality he should show. He keeps a bit more to himself, he’s confined himself to a box. He has a list of stories he’s able to tell without too many questions and without anything too close to home threatening the fragile wall he’s built up. He avoids too many late night conversations and won’t drink enough to get any more than slightly buzzed so he doesn’t let any carefully guarded secrets out. He’s not subtle, they all see what he’s doing, but he keeps it up for awhile and they let him have his privacy. It was only a week or two before it started to slip out. It’s a comment egging Wrecker on when the big guy clearly wants to cause a bit of trouble or blow something up unnecessarily. Or the sass he throws right back at Crosshair when the sniper is getting too cocky. Or how he sidles up to Tech and asks “do you want to see how much we can modify the caf pot before it catches fire?” But really. He’s tip toeing. Specifically around his CO. He doesn’t know why, but he just can’t seem to let himself just be. But then, miraculously, there it is. It’s a sarcastic remark he can’t bite back that is aimed directly at Hunter. Hunter, who pauses and looks over at him, careful not to let his expression give him away.

“What did you just say?” Hunter challenges. Now, unfortunately, the whole squad has eyes on him and he’s trying not to panic. Did he overstep? Was Hunter angry at him? He’s frozen as Hunter makes his way over to him, tipping his head a bit and looking him over with a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Go ahead. Say it again.” Echo kind of wants to throw up? Run? Anything but stand there in the middle of the ship with everyone watching him and waiting for him to get reprimanded. But who is he if not stubborn? So he does. He says it again. And to his horror, his absolute horror, Hunter smiles.

And it’s the same look Rex always gave him when he was being a little shit and needed to be knocked down a peg. A look so familiar it almost reminds him that when Rex used to give him that look he used to run as fast as he could before the captain could do anything. Because when Rex caught up to him, and oh he always did, he’d have to endure the big brother side of Rex. The side that kept him trapped in a headlock until he tapped out. The side that wrestled him to the ground and tickled him to pieces. The side that lifted him over his shoulder and tossed him into lakes and absolutely destroyed him in pillow fights and never once let him win a wrestling match.

That look, the one that told him he was about to get messed with, was being aimed at him and he didn’t even register it until Hunter went to reach for him and he instinctually took off. It took maybe ten seconds for Hunter to catch him but, in his defense, the ship is small. He does have to endure the same playful punishment from Hunter that he had to from Rex. And he’s, truthfully, kind of happy about it. Yes, Hunter will find new, creative ways to annoy him or get him back for all the sarcastic comments. Hunter will even make sure to double down when he’s too stubborn to admit defeat, convincing the rest of the batch to gang up on Echo with him. But it means he’s falling into rhythms he didn’t know would ever be possible again. It means he still has brothers, after everything. He never holds his tongue again. He throws things, and is loud, and petty, and he gets up to things he knows he shouldn’t. He bickers with Crosshair and helps Wrecker get away with sneaking extra fire power onto the ship, and helps Tech hack things they should leave alone. And he sends his best “I’m totally innocent” smile Hunter’s way when he gets caught (even if Hunter never falls for it). Because he’s comfortable now. And he’s thrilled. And so are all of the batch.

Sweep Me Off My Feet

Summary: Fives gives you advice on how to land Captain Rex.

Pairing: Captain Rex x GN!Reader

Warnings: 18+, Fluff, Feelings

A/N: I got this idea at 1 AM and it demanded to be written. Here is the song that I listened to to get a feel for 79s in my head lol.

You’ve been trying to get Rex’s attention for a little over two months now. Every single time you manage to get him to look at you, it’s never for very long. You want to change that.

You and Fives are on the dancefloor of 79s, laughing and having a good time when Fives leans down in your ear to tell you the one thing you’ve been dying to hear for the last two months.

“The captain is staring at you.” He chuckles. “Hard.”

“Is he really?” You’re afraid to look, even though you really want to.

Because if you look, you know he’ll stop looking.

“Should we give him a show then?” You ask Fives.

Fives, who just happens to be your best friend, knows about your infatuation with the 501st captain. He’s seemingly made it his life mission to be the best wingman possible. So far, he’s doing an alright job. He found out that Rex actually likes you and thinks you’re “funny and charismatic”. He just won’t look at you.

“If you want.” Fives smirks, gripping your hips as you grind against him in rhythm to the music. 

The music is loud and you can feel it thumping in your chest. It’s not hard to get lost in it. Fives starts to push you away from his body, except he quickly spins you so he can pull you back against his body, lifting your arms so that they rest around his neck.

“Sneak a peek. He can’t tear his eyes off of you.” Fives murmurs in your ear. 

You try to be really sneaky about glancing at Rex. Fives is right. Rex has an arm spread along the back of the booth and he’s watching you.

“He’s just shy, cyar’ika.” Fives tells you.

You look back up at Fives. “So, what do I do, then?”

“Go over there, scoot into the booth right there in the crook of his arm and give him the absolute cheesiest pick up line you know.” He starts to push you toward the booth, swatting your ass in a playful way. 

Before you can panic, you move to the booth quickly and scoot in, next to Rex. He looks at you, clearly startled but you’re grinning nervously at him.

“Hey, cap. If you were words on a page, you’d be fine print.” You lean toward his ear so he can hear you.

Rex doesn’t have time to move away, because you make him let out a genuine laugh. 

“That was a really good one.” He takes a drink, smiling.

Your heart clenches in your chest and you bite your lip, excited that he’s finally not looking away from you.

“Are you a magician? Because when I’m looking at you, you make everyone else disappear.” Rex leans down to your ear and chuckles.

You can’t help the nervous fluttery feeling going insane in your stomach right now as you let out a laugh. That was a really good one. You start to wonder how he knows pick up lines, but then you remember Fives is his brother.

“Any chance you have an extra heart? Mine’s been stolen!” You lean in toward his ear at the same time that he was starting to lean in toward your ear and your lips nearly accidentally touch. Neither of you move, though.

“Um… are you my blasters because you’re… set to stun.” He goes warm all over his body. 

You let out a giggle but look down at his lips as he glances down at yours.

“That might be my favorite.” You grin before bravely brushing your lips over his.

He goes slightly rigid only for a second before melting into you, pulling you against him. Rex’s lips are softer than you’d expected. But they seem to fit perfectly against yours, like they were made for each other. Like you and Rex were made for each other. 

“I’ve been wanting to do that for a while.” Rex admits when he pulls away.

“Makes two of us.” You smirk, brushing your lips against his again. 

You hear a loud cheer and when you look over, you see what seems to be the entire 501st cheering you and Rex on from the dancefloor. Rex shakes his head, exasperated with his brothers like always and you can’t help but laugh, rolling your eyes. Fives gives you a thumbs up and an “I told you so” face. 

“Do you wanna get out of here?” You asks Rex. 

“I would actually.” He nods, smiling. 

You both climb out of the booth and head outside to hail a taxi back to your apartment. 

“Oh wait.” He says as you wait for a taxi. “I’ve got another.” 

“Lay it on me, cap.” You grin widely up at Rex.

“Even in zero gravity… I would fall for you.” He smiles softly.

Your lips part slightly, speechless. 

“I mean that.” He tells you before pulling you into his arms and kissing you breathless. 

Unable to part, a few taxis come and go but you and Rex get lost in each other. You must be brooms, because you seem to have swept each other off your feet.

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@moonlight-sonata99 you brought hope 🥹🥹

My friend has just brought this to my attention and I might cry. What if the eventual Ep in S2 where Rex teams up with the bad batch, echo leaves with him. Although I’m not mad at that decision and I’ll actually be sorta ok with it? However, if it means he will leave the show entirely or not get anymore screen time or any new character development I will be very disappointed and sad and die of sorrow.

(I’ll also point out, yes if he goes with Rex he will die at some point but..as long as I don’t see it happen I will survive..for the most part)

Behold, the Domino Twins

Absolute finest troopers!

This wait for the next episode is killing MEHHHH,anyways how is everyone's monday?😍💖

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