The Bad Batch X GNJedi! Reader HCs - A New Flavor

Remember when Commander Cody returned Obi-Wan’s lightsaber? ❤️ How would the Bad Batch return Jedi!Reader’s saber? Either before or after being in a relationship? Or while they had feelings for eachother? 🤩

Lost Something?

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

All Bad Batch Boys X GN!Reader

Exactly what the requests asks 😚

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warnings: none, fluff. Play fighting. One established relationship, the others not.

A/N this was cute, I hope I hit the brief

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

Echo

Although relationships with clones as a Jedi was forbidden, you could not help but develop immense feelings for a certain Arc Trooper. With eyes so kind and a heart so pure, it was hard not to fall for him which is quite literally what just happened.

During a battle stimulation, you made the mistake of wanting to take out the canons from above when you managed to slip and despite your best efforts tumble from above. Luckily for you however, a certain somebody had been covering your back and had no problem standing below you and physically catching you before you could injur yourself.

“Knew I could always count on you, Trooper.” You grin, tone loud over all the blaster fire before you jump out his arms and get back into the action.

He’s watching you in astonishment but as he steps forward and his foot judges soemthing, he looks down to see your lightsaber. He can not let your Master see the error that you made.

When the training was over, barely with time to spare you’re looking round all the destroyed targets in the hopes to see that familiar metallic hilt.

“Kriff, where is it?” You groan, knowing your Master will kill you for losing soemthing so valuable.

“General.” A voice breaks your thoughts and you see Echo stride towards you, removing his helmet and holding it by his hip.

You try to stop the feeling of blood rushing to your cheeks as his eyes gaze into your own bit it was seemingly impossible at this rate. “Hello Echo. Everything alright?”

He smirks a little before presenting you with your briefly lost weapon and you sigh in relief. “Thought you may have lost something.” He teased, handing it over and watching you attach it to your holster.

“You’re a life saver, Master would not be impressed if I lost this.” You shake your head at your own careless behaviour but nonetheless relieved that it was back in your arms. “Say, are you going to 79’s tonight?”

The question throws him a little and he’s suddenly unsure if it was a plan he already had in mind but shook his head anyway. “I’m not sure, why?”

Your hands are now kept behind your back, hiding your twiddling thumbs. “Oh I was just wondering. Thought I’d pop down to see how my boys are doing. Sometimes just mediating in my room can be a little dull.” You’re rambling a little and flirting certainly was not your forte. You just hope he got the hint that you wouldn’t mind seeing a certain someone there.

He chuckles and shifts his position only slightly, a little warm under his collar all of the sudden. “I-I’m sure I can make time to come down. It would be a pleasure to see you there General.” He beams, warmth heating his cheeks.

Before you could even process what you were saying, the words ‘it’s a date’ leaves your lips which has you scuttling away quickly but still, you knew he’d come.

Hunter

Dating Hunter was a dream. Although it could only happen when the Republic fell, you somewhat found it bitter sweet that it took all that to you and Hunter to finally admit your feelings.

“What’s on your mind?”

Lazing in the cockpit, Hunter could sense something was bothering you once you walked in and took a seat. Sweat was glistening to your skin and heart beating so fast it nearly burst his eardrums.

Shoulders slumped, you tilt your head back but look in his direction. “I can’t find my sabre.”

His eyes widened a little, knowing how important that weapon was to you. You had never misplaced it and the last time he saw you use it was two rotations ago on a mission which was quite a heavy one. “Have you searched everywhere? Under the bunks? Refresher? … Under Omega’s pillow?”

You let out a short chuckle at the last suggestion, knowing it wouldn’t be the first time Omega had took a keen interest in the lightsaber. “Yeah, I checked everywhere. I just don’t understand how I could’ve lost it. I know I didn’t lose it when we did that mission.” You sigh, leaning forward now with your arms slumped over your knees. “Unless it fell off my holster but I doubt it.”

Hunter senses your worry, getting the feeling that you would think yourself useless without your gear which has never been the case. He stands and moves to kneel on the floor in front of you, hands resting on your thighs. “Use the Force mesh’la, it has helped you before to find things now try again.”

You give him a wry smile. “Hunter, last time I did that was to find you and the others.”

“And it worked didn’t it?” He pointed out, working a smile. “Come on.”

You watch him close his eyes and you subtly roll your own but if it makes him feel better… you rest your forehead to his, eyes falling closed and let the Force speak to you.

There’s a moment of sweet silence until you let out a loud gasp, eyes shooting wide open and you stand abruptly almost knocking Hunter onto his rear. “I know where it is!”

The Clone chuckles, happy that his plan worked and stands up too, watching you run to the back of the ship and returning only moments later with of course - your sabre. “And where was that?” He folds his arms, raising an amused brow.

Sheepishly, you twirl it around in your hands and give a shy grin. “I may have put it in one of the cargo boxes by mistake.”

He steps to you and leans in, kissing your forehead which soon leads down to your cheek and then your lips. “My silly cyare.”

Wrecker

“Lost something little one?”

The voice of Wrecker made you turn instantly, seeing a mischievous glance on his face but little did he know that you knew exactly what he was referring to.

“Hand it over big boy.” You tease, turning fully to face him in the open field the two of you decided to go for a walk in.

A blush rises in his cheeks at the nickname, helplessly smitten by both your personality and looks. But, he simply can’t help but be a little naughty around you. And now he can since the others weren’t about to tease you both about your constant flirting. One of these days maybe one of you two will step up and admit this lingering-in-the-air feelings.

“If ya want it,” he gets into a position that you know you’re going to have run after him so you too prepare yourself, “come and get it!”

He runs, fast. But you’re a lot faster. In only a matter of seconds you’ve caught up to him, jumping onto his back and swiping your arms around his front to grab your sabre that was now in his long and outstretched hands. “Ha! Nice try!”

You grunt as you struggle to get it and although you could easily use the Force, why not have a little fun while you’re at it?

A shriek escapes you as a strong hand grasps at your leg and physically yanks you away from his back as he holds you outwards. Kriff, his strength was not a joke. But, you were determined and swung from left to right, starting with a stray, before you are able to grab his shoulder and pluck your leg free as you clambered up the front of him.

He’s taken aback, stilling as your legs wrap around his waist as he climbed him like the mountain of muscle he was. “Now hand it over.”

Never had Wrecker felt both so intimated yet happy at the same time. You were literally in his arms, something he had dreamed about forever (or the six months he has known you) and your lips so close to his face seemed very inviting.

He’s distracted, clearly a little flustered to put up a fight and since you had swiped the sabre from his grasp in a blink of an eye, he did not even budge. Had you broken him?

“Wrecker, honey?” You prompt him, tapping his scarred cheek lightly with the hilt to your weapon.

“Marry me.”

“What?!”

“Uh-.”

Tech

Blaster fire shot over your head, you’re ducking and weaving through trees as an ambush of raiders try to stop you and your team from infiltrating an enemy base when you lose your lightsaber.

The second it leaves your holster you’re well aware yet your odds were slim in retrieving it. That was until Tech, you’re smart and courageous friend had turned back and ran straight to retrieve.

“Tech! Leave it!” You skid to a halt, shouting over the blaster fire towards your teammate who had ducked and weaves through everything that got in his way until your sabre is swiped up into his grasp.

“Weapon located. I’m on my way back.” He speaks over the comm and you’re wide-eyed in complete horror yet surprise that he would do something so foolish yet kind for you.

Once both of you are out of harms way, catching your breath backs once yoh mount the Marauder Tech walks to you, hand extended with your beloved sabre.

“Tech.” You said his name breathlessly, shaking your head at him. “Why would you do that? You could’ve gotten yourself killed.”

“Yes my survival rate was slim yet I am aware of how important it is for a Jedi to have a weapon.”

All you could do is blink at him, slowly taking the lightsaber from his grasp and placing it down beside you. “Sure, it means a lot but your life means a lot more to me.” You speak softly, watching the tips of his ears turn a small shade of pink at your admission.

“I am just an expendable being”

“And this is just a piece of metal.” You interject, making him realise that his first comment was silly. “Like I said, you mean more to me than this. But I thank you.” Standing, you crossed the threshold and lean towards him until your lips press against his cheek. His breath staggers and his knees almost give way at the surprising gesture.

When you pull back and gauge his reaction, you felt a little bashful yourself. Nobody had ever looked at you the way he did with you. “Don’t do something like that again, okay?” Your voice was barley a whisper and for a second, you thought Tech had leaned in to kiss you back but his eyes swiftly closed, he cleared his throat, and nodded.

“Agreed.”

Crosshair

As you and Clone Force 99 walk towards Generals Windu and Kenobi, as well as your Master, your stomach was in your mouth.

You searching your mind, reeling back all the events of the mission that you just completed and tried to place where you had put your lightsaber. Or worse, lost.

You had scoured the whole ship, searching every crook and nanny and honestly, you were to proud to ask the others if they had seen it. And after receiving a few odd looks and questions, you gave up your search.

“General, I trust the mission went to plan?” Mace speaks up once he stops a few steps ahead of you.

“Yes, the separatist base has been breached and secured. I doubt we will see much of them around this area anymore.” You nod with a smile that doesn’t quite reach your eyes.

Your Master looks to you, raising a subtle brow. “Are you well? You seem distant in your thoughts?” Despite you being a Jedi Knight now, your Master was well adverse in sensing your troubles which you had tried so hard to keep at bay. But, there was no chance you were going to tell them you lost your weapon.

“Do I? Weird. No, I’m fine. Thanks for your concern.” You reply as casually as you can and allowed the others to converse amongst each other as you stand to the side and prepare to say your farewells.

You had worked with Clone Force 99 four times now and each time you thoroughly enjoyed it. They’re chaotic, different but funny in there own way. But as you look to them, you frown to see one in particular is missing. Where’s Crosshair?

As if reading your thoughts, Hunter comes over. “Crosshair said he would catch up, wanted to stay on the ship for a moment.” His words made you frown.

“Did he say why?” The Clone shakes his head in reply. You knew of his senses, but did he sense your nerves? The way your heart dropped a little in disappointment to not see your Snarky Sniper? Admittedly it took a while for him to warm up to you, both as stubborn as the other but you grew fond of his presence as he did yours. Now you feared you wouldn’t see him again for a long while.

As you’re nearing your goodbyes, you stand beside Kenobi and look to the majority of the Clones as your Master commends them for their help and how medals will be coming their way.

But in the corner of your eye, a tall, slime and grey haired figure comes into view and stands beside Wrecker as if he was always there. You stay silent, not wanting to interrupt their praises when your eyes locked. There was subtle movement by his hands and you look down towards them and your heart swells to see him waving your unignited lightsaber. Eyes wide, you look at his face to see him smirk and every so carefully mouthed, ‘lost something?’.

Mouthing him back a small thanks, you waited until your fellow Jedi made their leave before taking a step towards them and more importantly to Crosshair. “I don’t know how to thank you… where was it?”

“Doesn’t matter. You have it now.” He hands it over once his brothers walk away.

“Did you know I lost it?”

He nods, folding his arms over his body. “Knew something wasn’t right when you were turning out ship upside down and inside out. Gathered you must’ve lost something awfully important.” He says pointedly, a little smug at his act of heroism.

You hum in amusement and made sure it was securely locked onto your belt. “Well, thank you again Crosshair. You’re a fine solider and man.”

For a second he shifts, not so used to being complimented on him as a person and not a solider but nods in appreciation. “I trust we may be serving alongside another again?”

“I hope so. May the force be with you, Crosshair.”

Never had so few words meant so much to him in those moments. His heart that was usually empty felt full and pride was shooting through his veins and a blush crept up his next.

“And with you, my General.”

He wanted more than anything to fight by your side once more.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Echo x Fem!Reader One-Shot - Good Girl

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

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

He smiles at you, you smile back.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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The Cottage Part 5

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

Pairing: Rebels!Rex x Reader

WC: 2.2K

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

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

The Cottage Masterlist

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

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

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

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

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

“Good morning, cyare.” He groans.

“Feel good?” You ask him.

“Mmhmmmm…” He moans softly into his pillow.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh and guess what.” 

“What’s that?” You smile.

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

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

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

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

“I’d love nothing more.” You agree. 

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

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

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

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

You swallow and nod. “I did.”

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

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

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

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

“Come on…” Rex pushes the button again.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Oh. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“And?” He quirks an eyebrow.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You sure?” He asks you.

“Very.” You hum.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You’re so cute.” You grin.

“Me?” He asks, confused.

“Yes, you.” You roll your eyes. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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#I can fix him, unless-

Imma need you to cool down 😂

Cause if there is an episode named “The Last Domino”, then that is my 13th reason

If the bad batch season 2 has an episode named "The Last Domino" that's it for me.

Tech's Wires (Tech x Reader)

This is an 18+ fic, anyone who is under the age of 18 please do not read this!

Summary: You and Tech were peacefully traveling through hyperspace on a small mission when all of a sudden something happens to the ship. Tech had to crawl into a small space to get to where he needed to fix the ship. Something scandalous probably ensues afterward.

Author's Notes: This was purely inspired by an old sailor story my dad and his navy buddies always talked about. They were all on the same nuclear submarine back in the day. There was a time when the nuclear reactor that was on the sub was malfunctioning and they were going to lose power to the ship. My father had to crawl into this little hole full of wires to fix the malfunction so they could all still have power. Very much a do-or-die moment, but the kicker was he couldn't fit with the safety gear so he had to crawl in there in just his underwear. Also, I want to thank everyone who reads this and likes this. This is the first time I have ever publicly shown any of my writing. I hope you guys like it and if you have any ideas or suggestions you want to share please let me know! I plan to eventually post this on ao3 as well once I make an account. I have always been a reader and have written for my own personal pleasure. I really hope you like this.

Warnings: 18+, NSFW, grinding, mild biting, unprotected sex (please wrap it before you tap it boys and girls and everything else), creampie, after care is important y'all

Word Count: 2.6k

You are jerked awake from the feeling of the Havoc Marauder being yanked out of hyperspace and the alarms instantly blaring throughout the small modified attack shuttle. Tech was out of his bunk in a flash before you even had a chance to lift your head from your bunk. He was in the cockpit in seconds and his voice could barely be heard over the blaring sound of the alarm. You pulled yourself out of the bunk quickly making your way to the cockpit. 

"Take over the controls and keep the ship steady." Tech hollered, he was pulling a panel off of the inner walls of the cockpit. You threw yourself into the pilot's seat, grabbing the steering wheel and holding the ship steady. You also reached over, turning the alarms off so you could think clearly as you flew the ship through the dark black vacuum of space. Behind you, you heard Tech grumbling and grunting as he reached into the open panel pulling out some wires. 

"Tech, what's going on?" Your voice was full of worry as you noticed that they were in the middle of nowhere. 

"The wires to the hyperdrive must have short-circuited and fried the system. I'm going to need to get into the wall to fix it." Tech explained. You then heard the sounds of plastoid armor dropping to the ground and the sound of the leather from his belts followed quickly after. You glanced over the back of the red seat spotting Tech pulling his shirt off of his body, and you felt your face flush a little. 

"Tech? What are you doing?" You quickly yanked your eyes back over to the dash of the ship. 

"I need to crawl into the wall to do the repair and I cannot fit with my armor and clothes," Tech said simply. Your hands gripped the wheel tighter, "Tech, that's dangerous."

"If I do not do this, we will be floating in space with no power soon." He argued. You made a small sign knowing that once Tech sets his mind on something, you know there's no changing it. You peeked over the chair again to see the last of Tech's bare leg disappear into the wall. A few minutes later, the ship started to fly more smoothly and you heard Tech remerge from the open panel in the wall. He appeared next to you, shooing you out of the pilot's seat to get the ship back on track and back into hyperspace. 

"We should be fine until we land back on Ord Mantell." Tech signed, getting up to retrieve his things, but you stopped him.

"Wait. You're bleeding." You reached out, grabbing his arm. He made no protest as you led him into the main hull of the ship grabbing the medical supplies. 

"It's just a small cut. I will be fine." Tech objected vocally, but made no move to move away from you. 

"Yes, but who knows what else is in these walls? I don't want to risk any kind of infection." You argued, sitting him down in one of the chairs and opening the medkit. You started to clean the small cut on his bicep. It took you little time to put a bandage on it and fix up the other small one on his back. Once you were done, you gave him a quick, light kiss on his cheek. 

"All done soldier." You smiled lightly at him and put the medkit away. Tech looked over at you, a very small flush on his cheeks in the dark lighting on his cheeks. He might have finally caught up to the fact that he is sitting next to you in just his underwear. 

"How much longer till we are back at Ord Mantell?" You asked lightly, moving to sit in the other chair in the main hull of the small fighter ship. 

"Oh, probably only for another hour or two," Tech answered after a second like you had pulled him out of his thoughts. You raised your eyebrow at him, "You alright?" 

Tech sat still in his chair, his sharp brown eyes staring you down. The only movement he made was his left hand reaching up to adjust the goggles on his face. He took in a deep breath, "Come over here." 

You gave him a surprised look. This tends to be out of the ordinary for him. The two of you had been doing a small dance around each other for months now, trying to see if the other liked each other more than friends. It was obvious to everyone else around them and they never failed to tell you that. Tech has never been forward like this. 

Your curiosity gets the better of you. You stand up walking the short distance from your chair over to where he sat. When you were close enough, he reached out and pulled you into his lap, making you squeak in surprise. His hands lightly rested on your hips, leaving you plenty of space to move away if you wish.

He gazed at you through his goggles, "Would you allow me… To make love to you." 

You blinked once or twice, your brain processing his words for a second. Being this close to him, you could see the small blush on his cheeks. You made a small smile, nodding your head, "Please." 

Tech took the opportunity and leaned forward, kissing you on the lips. You made a small hum, moving your head to accommodate his goggles. This isn't the first time you've kissed him. There was a drunken night between the two of you where there was a small bruise on your cheek from accidentally hitting his goggles. This was the first time the two of you kissed without the hindrance of something else in your systems. 

You wrapped your arms around his bare shoulders, lightly pressing yourself up against him as he ran his tongue over your bottom lip. You gave him easy access, making a small moan at the feeling of your tongues sliding against each other. That seemed to push Tech forward, he pushed his hands under your shirt, pulling it up over your head. The clothing dropped to the floor followed quickly with your bra. Tech's hands started to wander, mapping out your torso, taking a moment to grope your breasts. His thumbs ran over your nipples, playing with them until they were hard. 

You decide to take the initiative, moving away from his lips and starting to kiss down his jaw and neck. You paused at the sensitive skin right at the base of his giving that spot more attention. He granted you with a whimper that sounded amazing from him. You instantly wanted to hear that again and again, so you started to slowly grind your hips down against his lap. Through your pants, you were able to feel he was already hard as he rocked his hips up against yours. 

"Is that a pistol in your pocket or are you happy to see me?" You teased him lightly, leaning back some to get a good look at the man flushed in front of him. His goggles were knocked out of place and his blush had increased dramatically, it spread to his shoulders and chest. 

You got a snort and a small crooked smile from Tech. Moving his hands down to your ass, using them a moment to guide your hips on top of him. Both of you shuttering at the pleasure you got from each other. 

"You might be a little surprised when it doesn't shoot blaster bolts." Tech teased, his hands moving away from your clothed ass to the underside of your thighs. He promoted a laugh from you from his words, not expecting him to say something like that. 

While he had you distracted with your laughter, he shifted under you, pulling you into his arms and standing up. He held you with some surprising strength that only a clone could have. You instantly wrapped your arms around his shoulders, holding onto him out of the small worry that he might drop you. He walked the two of you over to the bunks, laying you down on the bottom one. 

"This spot is probably better for now." Tech hummed as he crawled over you, "Eventually I want you in the pilot's chair. If this ever happens again." 

"You've thought about this with me?" You asked, pulling him close to you again, his chest pressing flush to yours. The warmth from his body was already starting to become an addiction. 

"Yes." He hissed out, leaning down, pulling you into another kiss. You made a small groan from the kiss once again, your legs instinctively wrapping around his hips so he could grind down against you. 

He moved away from your kiss, slowly moving down your body, kissing and sucking on your neck and chest pulling all kinds of sounds from him. Eventually, he got to your hips, his long fingers dipping under the waistband of your pants. He paused for a moment looking up at you to silently ask you again for permission. You nodded your head and your pants and underwear were quick to be pulled from your body.

"Marvelous." Tech breathed looking down at you completely bare for him. You were flushed just as much as him feeling a little subconscious now that you had his complete attention. His hands moved down your sides to your hips and then between your thighs. His hand moved between your legs, being quick to find your clit, rubbing it in small circles. Your back arched off the bunk a little as you let out a deep moan from the pleasure it brought you. 

"Oh my god, Tech." You gasped as you felt him slide one of his fingers in you, meeting barely any resistance from how wet you were. His breathing was uneven as he watched you squirm under his touch. 

He was quick to add in another finger to make sure you would be able to take him. You were so worked up that his menstruations had you already close to your peak. Tech let out a heavy moan at the sight, pulling away, "You are absolutely gorgeous." 

"Tech." You shuttered at his compliments. He smiled down at you, shifting himself as he pulled the last bit of clothing that was still on his body off. You gasped at the sight of him in his naked glory in front of you. He looked divine. 

"As much as I would love to see you cum from just my hands, I would prefer to see you cum on my cock." Tech's voice was deep and breathy, sending shivers up your spine. He grabbed your thighs to shift the two of you in a good position between your legs. He ended up pulling one of your legs on his shoulder. 

"W-Wait." You gasped suddenly freezing, "Protection." 

Tech paused looking down at you confused for a moment, "You mean condoms? I doubt they're hardly necessary. Clones are sterile and we were designed to not be able to contract illnesses easily. Plus we were tested regularly. I'm clean. Are you?" 

"Yeah." You breathed still looking up at him, a little concerned. He leaned down kissing you softly on the lips, moving your leg so you didn't have to stretch it too far, "Then there should be nothing to be concerned about."  

The two of you kissed a bit more and you slowly moved away again to ask him a question, "Are you sure? You're not lying to me are you?"

"Why would I lie to you?" Tech gave you a confused look and you looked away from him off into the distance, biting your lip.

"If you don't want to do this, you can just tell me." Tech's voice was laced with concern now. You jerked your eyes back to the man on top of you, "What? No, I do! Sorry." 

Tech stayed where he was. His thumbs lightly stroked your skin, "Would you feel better if I were to find some form of protection?" 

You thought about it for a second, a little concerned you ruined the mood. But as you glanced down, you saw he was still hard, flushed red, and leaking precum out of the tip. You found yourself shaking your head no. 

"I need to hear you say it." Tech's voice was soft as he leaned down again giving you a small kiss on your cheek. 

"Tech, I want you to fuck me." You breathed, your hands reaching up to wrap around his shoulders. Tech's breath hitched, his exhale another whimper. 

"As you wish, my dear." That was all the motivation he needed, moving the two of them again between your legs. He slowly slid his dick into you making you gasp at the stretch. He started to set a steady pace, the both of you pulling moans from each other. You ran your nails up his back, probably leaving small little lines. He leaned down kissing your neck more leaving small bites that will probably leave a mark. 

Eventually, he angled his hips right, hitting a spot in you that practically made you scream. The both of you panting and moaning, a small sheen of sweat on both of your skins. He hit the spot a few more times and before you could warn him, you felt yourself cuming around his cock. His name is like a prayer on your lips.

"Oh fuck." Tech gasped his hips rocking into you as you felt your walls squeeze around him. He made a few more weak thrusts and then he was cumming inside you. You moaned at the feeling of his warm, white seed filling you. The both of you held onto each other tightly, panting hard as you came down from the high of the orgasm. 

"That was…" you breathed as Tech shifted himself so he could lean up and kiss you on the lips. He smiled softly against your lips, "Yeah." 

The two of you stayed like that for a moment, softly kissing each other as he got soft in you. Eventually, he pulled away both of you groaning at the feeling of him pulling out of you. 

"I will be right back," Tech informed, moving off the small bunk the two of you were on. He went into the small fresher on the ship, eventually coming back with a small damp towel. You had moved to your side but moved again as he settled himself between your legs again. He gently ran the cloth over you, efficiently cleaning you up. Once he was done he lightly tapped your thigh, making the sound of a slap, but not being painful at all. 

"Okay. Go use the fresher and then come back here." Tech instructed, his voice is softer than it normally is. Honestly, it sounds very similar to the sound of him waking up and still feeling tired. You nod, moving out of the bunk as he laid down on it in your place. You went to the fresher doing your business and returned like he had asked you to. He was still in the bunk, naked, but with a blanket laying over his hips. He had his tablet in his hands. He put it aside when he saw you, motioning for you to join him. 

"Didn't think you would be the type to be a cuddler after sex." You teased him lightly as you laid back down on the small bunk, Tech wrapped his arms around your waist pulling you into a spooning position. He made a small huff kissing your shoulder as you wrapped the blanket around the two of you. 

"Don't want to let go of you yet." 

Thank You @zoeykallus ! So beautifully written 🥹🥹🥹

TBB HCs

Would you be able to write about a beach day? I live in California (with no money 🥴 atm) and the beach is one of my favorite places to go!

I would love to read about the boys finally having rest with their loved ones :)

Thanks!!!!

Oh dear, know how that feels...

Sure, darlin'! Let me give it a try :))

The Bad Batch x Reader - At The Beach

Warning: Partly Suggestive

Hunter

Hunter is an outdoorsman, he loves the sea and the beach, the smell and the sound of the water, the sand under his bare feet.

He has taken precautions, when you go with him to the beach he has drinks and fruit with him, he himself is not really sensitive to the sun, but because of you he actually thought of a parasol just in case.

Most of the time though he is lying around relaxing, preferably with you snuggled up to him. He is used to pure stress, that here is an absolutely welcome time out, which he enjoys only too gladly with you. He feeds you fruits, smiles a lot, is generally very affectionate and much more relaxed than you usually know him, even if he always seems like a calm reasonable guy, this tension of the leader is nevertheless always there, just not here and today on this beach.

He is free of any tension, at least for now. You may have spent the beginning of the day with the others on the beach, but he'll be looking for a secluded corner of the beach with you after a few hours, maybe a lagoon where he'll be all alone with you. Hunter, by the way, is a darn good kisser and he loves to make out, so you might just miss the beautiful sunset.

Echo

Echo is quite withdrawn on the sunny beach. No wonder, since the Citadel he has incredibly pale and sensitive skin, he is always in the shade and thickly creamed, usually he still wears a shirt to be completely safe. Topless or maybe even completely naked like Hunter does sometimes, you won't see him on the beach.

But he likes to go there with you, it's time you both can spend carefree, cuddling, kissing, talking or just silently enjoying each other's presence. Echo likes the beach, it is lively and peaceful at the same time. He loves to admire the sunset with you and sometimes, if you have time and enough energy, the sunrise the next morning.

Wrecker

The boy is so full of energy, he will animate you to swim, play beach volleyball or water polo. He will play and cuddle with you in the water, playfully exchanging little caresses when you are both in the sea.

But he is also very attentive, he makes sure that you are not too long in the sun, he always has an eye on you when you are in the water, no matter how well you can swim. Basically he is attentive, lively and caring, on the beach too.

He also surprises you with a giant ice cream cone with all your favorite flavors and maybe a little over the top garnish.

The times you can spend on the beach are among the most beautiful for him, every memory is burned into his mind and when you see him smile enraptured sometimes, you can assume that he remembers you walking along the beach with a wide happy smile on your face that he loves so much.

Tech

Believe it or not, he is a fantastic swimmer and diver. Part of his workout is mainly related to his back, as he is very tall and slim and has his problems with it. Swimming has always been a very important part of his training, just because of that.

He swims fast, has incredible endurance, and can stay underwater for surprisingly long periods of time without any problems.

Tech loves to dive with you for pearls or generally go exploring underwater. Don't worry if you're unsure, Tech knows what he's doing, he looks out for you and takes your wishes and possible fears into consideration.

The sun does get to him though, unlike most of his brothers his skin is a bit lighter and more sensitive, but he also makes sure to stay in the shade and use sunscreen on the beach himself.

Tech likes to spend time with you on the beach, but not in silence, he loves to tell you about the sea and its inhabitants. You can lean against him and he will tell you all the things he knows while the sun is setting in the sea.

Crosshair

Well, you probably realized it before, but Crosshair won't miss the opportunity to seduce you on the beach. We are talking about our beloved grumpy sniper after all.

He's the type who likes to sit back in the shade with a drink in his hand and let his fingers dance over your bare skin while enjoying the peace and quiet and your closeness.

He's also a good swimmer, almost like Tech, but when he's with you on the beach, he's unlikely to go in the water unless you do. He loves to see you in beach and swimwear, he finds that absolutely gorgeous.

That smirk on his lips is unmistakable, he thinks you're great, thinks you're hot and that's no secret, he shows you that quite openly. Maybe it's the pina coladas or the sun, but on the beach he is somehow especially affectionate.

Be prepared that you will hardly get his hands as well as his lips from your body.

A little love for TBB Echo

I love my pasty boi sm Jesus Christ such a angry little baby

Genderless reader! ...slight angst?? out of all ive written so far it all has to do with getting sleep

Cursing

"Echo?" your voice was quiet, not wanting to wake up any of the batchers. You knew how important sleep was to them, well maybe not Tech but well its Tech.

"Hmm?" a low and quiet hum met your ears as quiet footsteps neared your bunk. They stopped and before you knew it an Echo shaped silhouette came into view. You let out a small happy squeak as he soon joined you in the small bunk.

"The ones on Kamino are bigger" He grumbled face first into the mattress. You took his metal "arm" into your own it was hot on the ship despite the cold endless void of space mere inches away, yet his enhancement was cold. He let out another grumble this time inaudible.

"Why so grumpy?"

"I'm not grumpy....I miss the beds on Kamino" with his other hand he fumbled to remove his chest armor.

"You've mentioned it" a small giggle left you as you began to help him out.

"My old General made sure that we got comfy futons in our barracks" he wiggled free and you tossed the piece to where yells feet were.

"Old General?" Echo hasn't been the type to talk about his past, well nothing to in-depth and from finding out what made him half machine you didn't really want to ask, he was getting better each day and you didn't want to accidently trigger a relapse.

"He was reckless and stupid, but he treated his men well" with that he also threw off his shoulder pads.

"Sounds like someone I know" you giggled beginning to mindlessly poke at the ports on his head.

"yeah you"

"Echo!" you said in a quiet gasp as he had managed to lunch onto your chest snuggling his head into you neck, legs still hanging off the bunk. You began to quietly laugh as his human hand began to tickle at your side, you would be kicking the ceiling if it weren't for Echo's new position pinning them underneath him.

"Shhh you are gonna wake the others" more mumbles came from him but he didn't stop, what a prick.

"I'm already awake" The rough voice of Hunter was heard, oh he was defiantly pissed. "You to go to sleep or I'm leaving you on the next planet we pass" very much pissed

"Sorry!" you squeaked out as Echo himself stopped letting a low chuckle into you neck "asshole" you quietly told him only to receive an arm around you. Quiet snores soon followed, you smiled. Finally you could get some sleep.

"asshole" you quietly giggled out kissing the top of his head before closing you eyes listening to his soft breaths.

This was so beautiful 🥹🥹💕💕

Fondness

Pairings: Clone Trooper Veteran Tai (from Kenobi) x f!Reader

Warnings: Tai has PTSD flashbacks, mutual pining, awkward tension

Notes: I think this chapter will be a much better one just because I finally watched TCW. Shout out to Rex, who got way more mentions than I had planned but that's okay because I love him.

In all his years, after all the shit he's been through, he never imagined anything quite like this. He never imagined kindness quite like this. But then again, Tai had never met anyone like you before either. This realization doesn't keep his head from spinning, though, because now he's in your space, standing awkwardly in the entrance to the shithole you and a hundred other people call home. White walls stained beige with age, a floor that creaks every time you shift or step, windows that allow a disheartening view of the neighboring building and little else. It's crummy and probably falling apart, but it's better than anything he's had in at least seven years. He's not complaining.

"Sorry for the mess," you say a little shyly as you start bustling about the place, picking up trash and discarded clothes and wholly avoiding his eyes. "I don't really have people over."

Better than the dumpster I've been sleeping under, he wants to say. But that would be rude. And he knows you're trying to be polite, trying to put your best foot forward, and he appreciates it. And you. Definitely you.

"I don't have an extra room or a bed or anything, but I have a couch. And lots of blankets and pillows." You're going through a cupboard in the hall now. "I can turn the air on. Or the heat. I dunno what you prefer, but we can make it work." And something grabs Tai by the heart and refuses to let go because there's that 'we' again. The one that makes his chest feel tight. "Whatever you need to be comfortable."

He blinks and you're standing in front of him, eyes big and wide and shining in the sliver of light coming over his shoulder from the window. The two of you are caught for a moment in the gentle electricity humming between you. It's cautious and unsure, a little reserved and a little exciting, like you shouldn't be opening up your home to him and he shouldn't have accepted, like he shouldn't even be here. It registers vaguely in the back of the head that he's probably right. You don't know him, not really, and he doesn't really know you, no matter how much he pretends he does. And he's old enough now to be finding gray in his beard and at his temples. So what the hell is he doing here, what is he doing with you, the sweetest thing he's ever encountered? He feels like a creep.

But all of that passes when you smile. It wipes his mind clean. You turn to drop the sheets on the arm of the sofa, start unfolding them and throwing them over the cushions.

"I can-"

"I got it," you counter before he can even stop you. "I don't mind. You can make yourself at home, Tai. Get a drink, take a shower, whatever you want."

It takes him more breaths than he'd care to admit for his brain to catch up to his ears and his heart. He's so kriffing nervous here, taking up precious space in your home, tracking the grime of the city into your floor, and he knows that this is a gift that can be taken back. He's earned this privilege and he can lose it in a blink. So he decides to let you do this for him, just this once, if only to give himself some space and time to clear his head.

The bathroom is fucking tiny. The walls are crowding in on him before he even closes the door. The mirror is dirty with water spatters and steam streaks, the counter a little dusty in the corners, but you're everywhere in here - from the vase and fake flowers to the spread of cutely labeled products and the carpeted mat under his feet. Which reminds him to take his shoes off, which then prompts him to shuck off his armor and let his body breathe.

The man staring back at him in the mirror is both familiar and a stranger. He remembers that jawline looking sharper at one point, his skin smoother and firmer, but he also remembers the day he got the scar on his chin. He remembers the last day he saw Rex, remembers a string of images that make him want to pluck his eyes out just to quiet the way padawan blood screamed at him from the ground, remembers the day the Empire replaced him with a faceless, unfeeling Stormtrooper, remembers the first time he held out his helmet and begged for scraps. And before he even realizes it, he's stepping into the shower and basking in the shivering cold of the water. Maybe it'll wash away the black marks on his soul he's earned over the years. He can hope, at least.

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Tai feels more levelheaded when he gets out of the shower. He doesn't look at the mirror. He does, however, notice a slip of paper half stuck to the floor with the residual steam and his heart does a weird little flip when he reads it. There is indeed a stack of clothes and a crate for his armor just outside the door. He can tell with just a look that the sweatpants won't fit him, but the shirt, a striped and faded mess of cotton wearing thin at the bottom seam, fits well enough and he makes a point of not noticing how it smells like you.

The sofa is made up like a bed in a palace, or as close as you can manage. The sheets are threadbare but soft, lightly scented with citrus, and he swears there's half a dozen pillows piled up in the corner. You've left out a glass of water and lit a candle, too.

He doesn't let himself cry until he double checks that you are in your room with your door closed. How has he deserved this? He's fallen so far. He was once a proud soldier of the Republic. Now the Republic is dead and so are most of his brothers. He doesn't even know if there are any left. What would they say if they could see him now, living on the streets of an empty, soulless planet, huddled in some civilian's apartment like a rat? It's embarrassing, shameful. Rex would have his head for this, surely- except... Except he knows that's not quite true. He knows that Rex, soldier though he was, would never have judged him. Rex would have tried to help him.

He looks down the hallway where a sliver of light shines out from beneath your door and he almost dares to smile. Rex would have liked you, he thinks.

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One night turns into two. You're not used to having anyone in your space quite like this, certainly not a man, so it's awkward. You keep having to remind yourself not to leave your more feminine products out in the open where it might startle him. And even though you have no reason to believe Tai would ever be in your room, you make sure to hide your personal effects in there too. Just in case. Best not to give him the wrong idea. But it's okay, it works, the two of you.

Two nights turn into a week. Tai's efforts to leave the following morning are growing weaker every day and your requests for him to stay become more and more persuasive. You know it would be best for him to go, more logical, safer even. But you feel safer having him around.

And maybe, just maybe some selfish part of you wishes he would never have to leave. You choose not to delve into the reason why.

A week becomes a month and you come home from work one evening to find Tai passed out on the sofa, snoring away as usual. It sucks that your schedules are so opposite with him heading off to work right after you get home, but sometimes it's not so bad. Sometimes you come home early and you get to see him like this. The stress and age and trauma doesn't weigh so heavily on his face when he sleeps.

You're grabbing a drink when you notice the pile of credits dropped onto the kitchen counter. It's not very much, but it's also not yours. Your eyes flicker in Tai's direction. Is this his monthly pay? Being a janitor in a dankhole like this place ought to pay more. He also needs a better place to put his money than on the counter, he'll end up losing some that way. You briefly wonder if he needs a wallet and if maybe you should get him one before you snap yourself out of it.

He's a grown man, you tell yourself, he can get his own damn wallet. You're not his mother. And if you'd been caught saying that out loud you might have sounded furious, but the only anger you can feel is directed solely at yourself. Because you're letting yourself fall too deep and too fast for a man who is still a stranger in many ways.

You shake your head and take your things with you into your room, careful to close the door as quietly as you can manage. You don't want to wake him, but you also don't want to face him. Not now. Not with the too many thoughts buzzing around in your brain. Not when you're realizing just how much you think you might love him.

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" 's for you, y'know," he gruffs the following afternoon.

You look up from the stove, over your shoulder, and frown. "Huh?"

He nods his head at the pile of credits that still haven't moved. "For rent."

The galaxy spins around you for a moment. He took money out of his probably terribly paying job to help you with rent? Seriously?

You stumble over your own mouth while your brain plays catch up. "Tai... You didn't have to do that."

He shrugs and doesn't look at you. "Figured I used enough hot water to warrant a bill."

His smile is faint, but you can still see the outline of it. You wish he'd smile more. He looks so pretty when he smiles. And then you wonder what he thinks of your smile, if he even thinks of it at all. Does Tai think of you the way you think of him?

"Saw an apartment opening up downtown." His voice slices through your thoughts violently enough to completely shatter them. Your entire body feels like it's been dunked in ice water. "Thought I might have a look."

He wants to leave? Ice cold panic grips you by the base of your spine as you start cataloging through the last few days, trying to find any moment, any second glance that he could have interpreted wrongly. Because why else would he want to leave when you've tried so hard to make your home welcoming to him?

"Don't want to overstay my welcome."

And your anxiety calms a hair. Okay, so maybe you were jumping to conclusions for a second there.

You rest your hip against the cupboard. "You could never. You haven't." You glance back at your food as if it'll protect you from your own heart. "You can... You can stay here as long as you want to, Tai. Or as short as you want. Whatever you want. But you'll never wear out your welcome."

Well, that's about as close to a confession as you can safely get. Not that you were trying to confess anything, not that you have anything to confess. Even though you know that's a kriffing lie.

The kitchen goes stale with your shared silence. The wheels in Tai's head are turning so fiercely that you can hear them working. You're sure he can hear your heartbeat by now. Thank the Maker he can't hear your thoughts. And then-

"There's a bar by the market. I think it's called Spice. Have you ever been?"

You blink through your confusion. "I don't think so."

You blink again and suddenly Tai is standing, coming around to your side of the kitchen until he's all you can see. There's that blaster shot right through your chest again because he's closer now than he's been the past month. He smells faintly like your shampoo and his own natural musk and dank farrik, that's just not fair.

"Come with me tonight? Do you have work?"

"No. Yes. I mean-." You're so breathless, you can't get your words out in the right order. You laugh and have to turn your head to avoid the intensity of his gaze in order to focus. "I mean, no, I don't have work, yes, I'd love to go with you."

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It's strange to be handing over credits in exchange for liquor. The GAR never paid their troopers and neither did the Empire, so the only alcohol he ever got his hands on was the free crap 79's handed out. Not that this place offers anything better, but this time he can actually pay for it with credits he's earned himself. And he can buy some for you, too.

The speakers are playing some upbeat, young person tune he's never heard before and the lights are flashing 50 different shades of neon across your face. It hurts his eyes a little and it's another reminder that he's not the young clone he once was and this isn't 79's. He's not on Coruscant anymore, Fives isn't chatting up some attractive civvy just around the corner, Jesse and Tup aren't hurling their guts out in the bathroom, Rex isn't nursing a drink in a corner booth. It's just him. In a dive bar on Daiyu. He's a janitor. He's homeless. And you're here with him, brightening up the space around you with just a smile and that tipsy twinkle in your eyes. It hurts, but it's manageable. Entirely because of you.

You down your third drink of the night with a giggle and a burp, turning on your bar stool so you're facing him properly with your knees splayed. They frame his legs just right. Tai pretends this one simple movement doesn't light a raging fire in the pit of his stomach. He tells himself it's the alcohol sending heat through his veins. Definitely not because you're fluttering your eyelashes at him. Because he's not the young man he used to be. He's a dirty old man. He's lucky just to be allowed to bask in your presence. He's lucky you haven't figured out he has it bad for you and that you haven't kicked him out as a result. You're just drunk, he tells himself. He's drunk too. That's all it is.

That's all it is until it's suddenly so much more. "Come on!" you exclaim with a smile that could hang the stars in the sky. You're tugging him out onto the dance floor, you're holding his hands, you're kriffing touching him like it's the most normal thing you could be doing. And Maker, he'd go anywhere you asked, do anything you wanted if you looked at him like that. "Dance with me!" you shout over the music, shuffling yourself even closer to make sure he can hear you.

He's shaking his head like an idiot, arms withdrawn and poised mid-air. "No, I can't-"

"Dance with me, Tai." You look up at him through your lashes and smile a smile he doesn't think he's ever seen on you. "I want to dance with you."

He swallows. Hard. "You're drunk."

"So?"

"So." Quick, trooper, think of something! "You wouldn't be asking me if you were sober."

"That's just 'cause I'm shy," you laugh and your hand runs up his arm to his shoulder. A shudder runs through him at your touch. "I wouldn't ask you if I was sober, but I'd still want to. So dance with me."

Your hand presses against his cheek right where his scruff is growing in and his eyes slip shut for the briefest of moments. He's not at 79's, he's not young anymore, but for this one moment he can pretend that doesn't matter. He can pretend that this night is everything he wants it to be. So he takes you in his arms like he's the confident young trooper he was so many years ago and he dances with you to music he's never heard before. And he lets himself love you, even if just for the night.

I think that scene between Hunter and Echo in ep 1 is the first time Echo has had that much dialogue in one go.

HE HAS WORDS! ACTUAL WORDS!

It really makes me think about how much he was underutilised in S1 because even rewatching it I'm just like

HE HAS WORDS!!!