Could This Be TECH?? Maybe 🤔

GORGEOUSLY WRITTEN🥵😭

Tech needed this.

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I Can Help With That***

Tech X F!Reader

word count: 3.9k

After fracturing his femur, Tech is in no way shape of form of carrying out difficult repairs. He just can’t help but get turned on seeing you getting your hands dirty for him.

warnings: NSFW 18+ only. Blowjob (tech receiving), swearing, praises, not established relationship, implied sex after, reader is female. No y/n. Not proofread.

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When the others aside from you and Tech ventured out, Hunter gave you strict and private orders to make sure that Tech stays resting.

Since his injury, it seemed that he was more than adamant to do everything he can. From trying to wedge himself under all the ships control panels to climbing onto the ships nose and inspecting the small scratches that crab-like creatures had left. For someone so smart, he can be very silly.

You give Hunter a thumbs up before they depart and you glance at Tech who was in the cockpit, injured leg resting up on the co-pilot's seat and had his face down in his datapad. Good, he’s not doing anything he shouldn't, which gives you enough space and time to tidy up around here.

It was not uncommon for the boys and Omega to be a little messy, maybe Echo being the least but it surprises you that Hunter never took the initiative to clean up too with his senses and all. Hm, maybe he’s gone nose blind.

Throwing things into a small waste bin that was tucked away under a control panel, you’re squishing it all down to make as much room as possible when you heard some loud clanging followed by some faint curses.

In a second you’re crossing the ship to see what the noise was and despair sits on your face to see Tech on the floor, tools around him with one of the chairs spinning round and round. “You okay down there?” You question, stopping the chair spinning with your foot as you watch him grunt, sitting himself up.

“It appears that I did not calculate how little balance I would have for standing on a chair.” He comments, craning his neck from side to side whilst adding a little pressure to his thigh and sighs.

Your eyes are wide in confusion. “Well what were you doing standing on the chair anywha? How many times do we have to say that you should not be doing this kind of stuff when your leg is still bad.” You shake your head at him but it doesn’t stop you from helping him up and making him sit on the chair opposite the one he was standing on.

“I am not happy with the ventilation in the ship's roof paneling.” Tech expresses, watching you look up to the vent he was trying to clearly ‘fix’.

Your hands rest on your hips and you look back at him with an amused expression. “Right… Does it actually need fixing though? Right this second?”

The Clone shifts a little under your scrutinised gaze but knows your questions are from a good intention. “Well, uh, no. I suppose not.”

“Then let’s not fracture your other femur, hm?” You crouch down to the floor and pick up his tools that were scattered around but glance up when he tsks. “What?”

“I am at a position of displeasure with the control circuit being open and on display but due to me falling, I didn’t have time to finish my operation.”

Supposedly Tech’s foolish need for fixing things that aren’t broken is stemming from his boredom of staying out of missions. You felt bad and although he would not admit that he was doing this just out of boredom, perhaps you could help him?

“Oh. Well,” you stand back to your full height, a small spanner in your hand and look at the work ahead, “perhaps I could give it a go?”

You weren’t looking at him but Tech’s face was almost comical and a little disbelieving. “I appreciate you trying to help but respectfully, I do not think you are well versed in this kind of thing.”

“I’ll have you know that I am quite good. According to Echo anyway.” You shrug. Tech raises a brow, not aware that Echo has been having help with his ship from you. Then again, nothing seemed to be wrong with the ship fatally so maybe you weren’t having him on. “I’ve been known to be good with a screw.”

Tech chokes on air at your seemingly innocent words, making you look at him with a dubious glance. “You okay?”

“Y-yes I’m fine,” he clears his throat, wondering where that initial surprise came from, “I did not know that mechanics was your calling, so to speak.”

You did wonder why he reacted that way or maybe he was just clearly choking on air - you’ve definitely done it before but Tech doing it? Odd. You shrug it off anyway.

“I suppose only recently I got inspired. Anyway, you gonna help me up?” You move to the chair Tech was previously standing on, carefully placing one foot on the seat and then looking back at him.

“I do not think this is a good idea.” He scratches the back of his neck and you scoff.

“Oh come on, trust me?” You stick your arm out to him, gesturing for help and reluctantly he stands, limps towards you and holds you steady as you clamber onto the chair.

It’s a little precarious but once you found your footing, you steadied yourself and were able to just about reach the circuit. “Kriff, why couldn’t it be on the wall or something other than up here?”

“That is because the ship was designed this way, to enhance maximum capacity though I do see the predicament.” He keeps a hold of the back of the chair, making sure it doesn’t spin round with you on it. “Perhaps I could rewire it so we do not have to do this again.”

“Erm, one thing at a time.” You say with a short laugh, placing a small spanner between your lips as you inspect what it was Tech was up to. By the looks of it, he was trying to filter the airflow which was quite an odd and specific thing to do. When you questioned him about it, his answer surprised you.

“Well, I overheard you complaining that the environment was a little bit too stuffy and uncomfortable. So I figured that if I altered the airflow, our respiratory systems would benefit from somewhat cleaner air.”

You paused to look down at Tech who seemed to look a little more flushed at his confession. “You were doing this for me?”

He staggers a breath, not wanting to slip when it came to his strong feelings for you - something that had been blossoming for many weeks now. “Yes but also for the others as it would be beneficial for us all.” He clears it up, looking everywhere than up at you.

“Oh, well thank you.” You said, speech a little muffled due to the handy tool in your mouth before turning back to the work ahwad, trying to avoid the blush creeping up your neck. “Are you still okay holding me steady?”

“Of course.” For an odd moment, Tech panics. His hands leave the back of the chair and you have to suppress the gasp caught in your throat as his hands grip onto your waist.

“O-oh I meant the chair? And because of your leg.” You gush, pulling the spanner out from your mouth as you look down at him, seeing his eyes widen at his mistake.

He swallows the saliva that piled up in his throat. “My mistake.” His hands leave your body and truthfully you miss the touch of them but you weren’t going to make it any more awkward.

“Not a problem, I think I see what I need to do. Is there a socket spanner I can use?” You stick down one hand, knowing full well Tech must have one on him.

“I’m impressed that you know which tools are needed,” he says with a small smile but there’s a small wave of jealousy, “did Echo teach you?”

You hummed in slight amusement, a little timid at your confession when you say, ‘No.. I actually learned from you.”

He pauses, raising a brow. “I don’t recall us having a session where I teached you?”

You twist a bolt, finding your way to the minuscule fans as you try to come up with a reason as to how you know what to do without it sounding weird.

“Well, sometimes I watch you when you work and you tend to explain what you’re doing without realising.” You come up with, supposedly better than saying ‘I like to watch you’.

“I see.” He feels his heart leap a little for joy, glad to know that his ramblings don't necessarily go unnoticed. “And do you feel confident?”

You let out a small grunt, one of the bolts a little too tight which in your position on a swivel chair was quite hazardous but you trusted Tech to keep you safe. “A little, but I am not as good as you.”

He looks up at you, seeing you gaze down at him as you pass him a compliment but then you winked. And his whole state faltered.

His eyes widen behind those wonderful yellow goggles, you compliment as well as the wink whether it being friendly or flirtatious he wasn’t sure but it was enough to make his knees tremble. “My intelligence is merely biological, I-I am naturally intelligent about this.”

The stutter is new and rather cute. Why was he being so modest all of a sudden? You pondered questioning him about it but decided to leave it as you just managed to unscrew one of the bolts which gave you enough time to scan the fans over. “Hmm, am I right in guessing they need to be twisted at 90 degrees?”

“Most likely. But it is rather hard to tell from being down here.” He comments, making you roll your eyes playfully.

“Better than you being up here and falling… again.” You jest back, tone laced with playfulness but find yourself cursing as the spanner falls from your fingers and clatters on the steel floor. “Shoot. Sorry, are you okay to pass me that please?”

Tech’s eyes travel down to where the spanner dropped. “I can but I may have to let go of the chair. Can you steady yourself?”

He gives yoh a moment, allowing you to place you to grin onto the vent itself, spread your legs a little more for more balance but giving him the go ahead. “Okay I think I’m steady, go ahead.”

Carefully, without any sudden movement he lets go, pausing to make sure you are fine before he nimbly bends over to grab the tool. However as he picks it up, he casts a quick gaze up at you and his eyes prematurely roam your body. He couldn’t help it as it was hard to miss but when his eyes landed on your arse, he bites his tongue from a groan threatening to spill. He had thought you to be pretty, beautiful in fact to be sure but your physique was rather marvelous to admire too.

“You got it? I’m a little nervous up here Tech.” Your words snap him out of his almost dribbling gaze, shaking the thoughts away as he quickly recovers himself and passes the tool back up to you.

From then on he’s a little quiet, giving you the odd advice if you question anything but it all seemed to come together. Though, you noticed his silence and frown. “You got something on your mind, Tech?”

Tech has been trying to avoid looking up at you as all he can focus on now is the silhouette of your body. But if you’re talking to him, he feels obliged to look. He tries to crane his neck up as far as he can but his eyes trained on your neck, seeing the sweat glisten on your soft skin he had so often thought about kissing.

The way you were working was such a turn on that he was cursing at the fact he wasn’t wearing his armor to cover his crotch. Then again, he seemed to have gotten rid of that bit anyway. “Thoughts are always circulating in my mind but to give you a definitive answer is impossible. My mind,” he sucks in a deep breath, eyes lingering a little too long on your body that when you reach up, your shirt goes up with it, “a bit of a blur at the minute.” He grunts, eyes trailing over the skin of your stomach and accidentally at the underside of your bra.

“Well,” you say with a small smile, not noticing how Tech was currently sweating under his collar, “I am done now.”

Tech starts to help you down but with one small slip, the chair spins frantically from under you which almost sent you crashing to the floor. Luckily Tech had grabbed you, arms wrapping around your waist to keep you up securely as he tried his best to ignore the throbbing pain in his femur again.

“Kriff, that was close!” You say a little breathlessly, eyes wide as your hands rest on his shoulders. “You got me?”

“Always.”

For some reason his single and simple word meant more to you than you think he anticipated. You liked Tech, quite a lot and thought of him always having your back and being your aid sent a warmth through you. When your feet are planted firmly on the ground, you pull back from him with a toothy grin. “That was sweet of you.”

He pushed his goggles further up his nose, trying to shake out his flustered trance on you. “What was?”

You point up towards the now fixed vent and could already feel the benefits of the traveling air throughout the ship. Which was a good job because you had glanced down briefly to see if anything was on the floor when your eyes landed on his unmissable length in his pants that sucked all the air out of you.

Tech hisses a touch, his leg aching once more and sits back down. “You okay?” You ask, trying to play off the fact that you had just seen Tech’s boner which by the looks of it as he crossed his legs, was trying to hide.

He stares up at you and nods quickly, clearing his throat as he begins to ramble and truthfully? You weren't too sure what he was rambling about. He was using long words that you didn’t quite understand but the sight of his length against his blue pants was ingrained in your mind that you couldn’t help but ask, “Is there anything else I can do for you?”

Silence then fills the ship, his mouth partly open as he stops his incoherent mouth from running. For a second he swore he saw you glance down at his crotch but due to the lighting of the ship it was hard to tell. Hm, maybe that could be altered next?

“Tech,” you say again softly but there’s something in your eyes as you take a smaller step towards him, making him crane his neck up to look at you once again, “is there anything else…” your breath shudders a little, your nerves growing but you were fairly confident that what you saw was real and most likely about you, “I can help you with?”

Tech couldn’t process anything at that second, knowing that you had definitely seen his deceiving ache between his legs for you. “C-cyare, I can explain.”

“‘Cyare’ am I now? That’s new.” There’s humor in your tone but also a hint of lust but Tech was a little bit too preoccupied to even notice the change in your tone.

His fists are clenched tightly as he begins to unload reasons as to why he had a boner at this particular time and in all honesty, it was rather cute seeing such an intelligent and unfazed man becoming a flustered mess.

“Naturally, I found myself becoming rather enraptured whilst watching you at work.”

He won’t even look at you.

“You have always been someone I found rather endearing to look at as you are a fairly, no - rather attractive female.”

His face is turning red.

“I figure someone as attractive as you is probably repulsed that someone like me has taken advantage of an innocent and caring situation. Please let me first of all apologise that I found myself getting arou-.”

He is so adorably foolish.

“Tech, stop.” You shush him, taking a step closer until there’s practically no gap between you. He goes to speak up again but words fail him as you slowly drop to your knees, a gentle hand riding over his thigh and helping him uncross his legs, spreading them a little so you could sandwich yourself in between.

“You’re adorable, Tech. I really, really want to help you.” Your voice is a gentle whisper now, head tilting to the side until it’s resting upon his stiff thigh. Ever so carefully, both hands graze over his legs until your fingers just trace over the semi in his pants which causes him to flinch but not at all refuse your touch.

“Oh mesh’la,” he breathes, biting down on his fist as he gazes at you teasing him, “y-you don’t have to do this for me.”

“No,” you smile at him with your eyes, seeing him slouch further into the chair as your fingers begin to tease over the fastenings of his pants before you popped a button, “but I want to.”

Tech looks down at you, eyes unfocused, breath shallow, making those noises. His cock behind his pants is starting to complain already, feeling himself stiffen at the sight of you starting to tug at his pants to get them off.

Pleasantly he lifts his hips, allowing his pants to slide straight down to his ankles, kicking them away as you stare in awe at his fully erect member. Kriff, he looks delicious.

You begin to gently grip a hand around the base of Tech’s cock which causes him to squirm, breath hitching in anticipation. Feeling yourself get aroused too, your eyes risk a glance up and lock on to him as you give an experimental lick.

Instantly his hips buck at the contact and there are those sounds again. Tech is practically begging for you which was such a shock to see. How long has it been since this kind of tension was released?

“Darling please, I need your mouth.” He groans, tilting his head back as you pump against his long cock slowly. Being the kind soul you were, you complied - wrapping your lips around the head of his cock.

"Fuck," Tech groans, palms flexing by his sides like he doesn't quite know what to do with them. Slowly, you take him in further, bit by bit, small sucks and a little bit of tongue. It was the first time you heard Tech swear and it set a fire inside your belly; he sounds gorgeous. He also looks gorgeous as he unravels in front of you.

“Do you like this? My mouth on your cock?” You tantalise, pulling away for a short breather but keep your hand moving against him as he nods frantically. He speaks in mando’a, obvious obscenities that he didn’t want you to hear but you knew he was loving every second.

You grip his cock tighter, moving it gently in time with your warm mouth. Tech is panting, a string of nonsense and cursing amidst moans pouring from his lips repetitively. “Have you, uhhh fuck, done this before?”

Looking up at him from between his legs, cock in your mouth you smirk. “That good, huh?”

“Perfect. You clearly have…” he trails off, eyes blown wide with lust as you take him all the way in, tip hitting the back of your throat like it was nothing, “expertise.” He gasps.

You giggle, sending vibrations against him before pulling away with a pop and small saliva trail. “Why don’t you play with my hair, Tech?” You look to his hands, finally without something to hold that made him look a little helpless.

“Sure,” he rasps, reaching towards your head as his fingers play through your hair before grabbing it in a small scrunch as you allow him to guide your head back to his cock, “keep sucking pretty girl.” He purrs and you obey without a second glance.

Sucking harder, your tongue swirls around his cock in all the places Tech is growing to adore. He is holding onto your hair securely, but not too rough as he can see the pleasure you get from him taking control of the situation. You’re moaning against his length, eyes fluttering closed as a mix of juices dance in your mouth.

“You’ve needed this haven’t you?” You gasp, licking down his shaft and towards his balls that you place an experimental kiss to. “You have been so tense, Tech. Always want to look after you.”

He sighs heavenly, head tilting to the side as you begin to suck on his sensitive balls whilst stroking his cock. “You’re not wrong, cyare. Ooh, right there. Good girl.”

His praises made your pussy throb but this was about him, all your attention focusing purely on the mewling man in front of you.

Moving back to his cock, you groan a little around him causing Tech to make the most obscene noises now, his hand clutching at your hair like a lifeline. You work your hand and tongue harder, faster, more persistent all the more he hears the Clones groans getting louder and more desperate. He’s shaking all over, things bouncing up and down and it might just be the hottest thing you’ve ever witnessed.

You’re working at his cock for maybe just a minute when he begins to moan: “Kark, fuck, I'm gonna-.” He is saying your name over and over as his hips snap upwards once, twice and three times as his cock slams into the back of your throat until he's cumming in hot spurts.

Swallowing everything he has to offer, your heart pangs a little as Tech mumbles soft and frantic apologies. “I should have asked mesh’la,” he sighs but there was no denying that the feeling of cumming in your mouth was long overdue.

“Hush honey,” you pull your mouth away, wiping the corner of your mouth and placing a soft kiss to his thigh, “I didn’t mind.”

“Are you sure?” His hand that is now in your hair is playing with it softly, moving the sweaty bits out of the way as he gazes at you longingly.

“Positive.” Getting up off your knees, legs cramping just a bit you smile in slight amusement to see that his cock was still hard. “Looks like I didn’t help you out as much as I would’ve liked.” You nod towards his throbbing length and he flushed with embarrassment.

“Yes, despite my ejaculation I am still rather aroused at what has just occurred. Mainly because I am in the presence of a beautiful soul.” You melt at his words and think for a second. The others did say that they wouldn’t be back for a while…

You reach out a hand to him and carefully pull him up to his feet. He staggers a little but watches you with piqued interest as you lean towards his ear and kiss along his jaw. “Maybe you could help me with something?”

He’s melting at your words and without a thought, he grabs you by the hand and drags you towards the bunks. He may still have a fractured femur but that isn’t going to stop this man from fucking you into the next star system.

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Request

Hello love! I’ve been enjoying reading your work over the past few days ☺️

Would you be able to write an Echo x Latina (brown) mid/plus size reader?

Echo and reader have been friends for a long time (reader is a part of the gang; and everyone sees them as a couple). Yet their insecurities prevent themselves from forming a relationship since they want the “best” for the other.

Somehow they do overcome their insecurities and end up together :)

Hunter is relieved 😅

Another thing I have never done yet 😅 I hope I can do this right for you, let me give it a try, sweetheart :)) You didn't really say if you wanted fluff/nsfw or suggestive. So I stayed fluffy with some soft body contact, hope that's okay.

Echo x Mid/Plus Size Latina Reader - Friends To Lovers

Fluff / Romance / Soft Body Contact

Sugar

"What's that supposed to mean now?"

Echo looked at Wrecker annoyed, he didn't like it when others interfered in his personal affairs.

Wrecker sighed and said, "Well, listen, it's obvious that you two like each other."

Echo waved it off and said, "It doesn't matter, she deserves better than me."

Hunter spoke up from the background, "Stop it Echo, that's nonsense."

Hunter came walking into the main room of the Marauder and looked at his brother reprovingly.

"Stop making yourself so small all the time, you're a great guy, a damn good soldier and an even better person. She likes you, you like her, that's actually pretty simple."

Echo sighed and straightened up.

"I don't know" he said uncertainly "I really do like her immensely and we are good friends, but if I take one more step now I could ruin it all"

The ramp opened, preventing Hunter from giving Echo an answer. Echo's heart almost stopped when he saw you come into the Marauder. You were wearing civi clothes, a breezy summer dress that gently hugged your wonderful curves, not too raunchy, but not entirely innocent either. Your tanned skin glistened a little from the lotion you always used and that he loved to smell.

His gaze wandered along your body for a moment, he loved your curves so much. But he hurriedly broke away, threw you a soft smile and walked past you to the outside. Crosshair was standing outside, he had accompanied you to get a few things. When he saw Echo come out he nodded silently at him.

"Did you get everything?" asked Echo.

"Most of it," Crosshair grumbled.

"Echo."

Your voice tingled under his skin. He turned to you and saw you coming down the ramp to the outside.

"Yes?" he said almost tentatively.

"Can I talk to you in private for a moment?"

He swallowed, his heart pounding in his throat, but he nodded and said, "Of course."

You were nervous, Echo was so incredibly cute and you liked him way too much not to be nervous.

"I've been thinking," you began and your heart wanted to run away from you, it was beating so fast in your chest.

He looked at you intently and his gaze felt like he was crawling into your soul to cuddle with it, Echo always seemed to you like he could just slip inside you and heal all the wounds that had ever existed inside you.

"About what, Mesh'la?" he asked softly.

You felt heat rise in your cheeks, Mesh'la, whenever he called you that you got all warm, you knew what it meant and it was so incredibly flattering and sweet.

"About you and me," you finally said, bolder than you actually felt.

His eyes grew wide.

"Oh... I, did I do something wrong?"

You frowned, wondering why that was the first thing he thought.

"No. I don't know why you think that but-"

"I know I stare at you a lot but I would never presume to approach you inappropriately or-"

You laughed softly and interrupted him, "No, no, no. Echo, what I wanted to say is.... I'm incredibly fond of you, maybe a lot more than I should be.... I don't know... I just wanted to get that off my chest and," you interrupted yourself, shrugging your shoulders helplessly.

"Please say something," you finally said softly.

Echo took a step toward you, his hand wandering to your cheek and gently nuzzling it.

His head came closer and with a soft sigh, leaned his forehead against yours.

Softly, gently, almost whispering he said," I'm crazy about you Sugar, so blown away. For a very long time I've had a crush on you, but we both know I'm different and I always thought.... I always thought you could never love someone like me."

You let out a stuttering breath. You'd always known he liked you, but you hadn't known how much. His confession seemed to take the air out of your lungs and at the same time give your heart wings.

"Echo," you spoke softly, "I want to be more than friends."

His lips came closer, but before they touched yours he asked, "Are you sure about that?"

"Perfectly"

His lips touched yours, warmer and softer than expected, tentative, gently testing, then more intimate, confident and finally demanding.

His tongue opened your lips and began to hunt yours, each velvety collision a firebrand in your neural pathways, a tingling in your belly that spread in warm waves.

As you both broke breathlessly from the kiss, his arm moved around your waist, pulling you even closer to him. His forehead leaned against yours again and he smiled with his eyes closed.

Behind you a clapping sounded and an exclamation that could only be from Wrecker. You obviously had an audience, but for the moment you didn't care, even though you felt heat rising in your cheeks again.

Feeling his arm around your curvy body was a bit of a shock at first, you were never sure if he could desire you, you weren't one of those girls the guys hung up as posters in their bunks, you were a bit roundish. But Echo pressed you so tenderly and lovingly against him that you forgot any self-doubt and could just enjoy the moment.

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Title: Just as Good?

Pairing: Echo/F!Reader

Rating: Explicit. 18+ ONLY-NO MINORS!!!!

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Warnings: Masterbation (male and female), use of sex toy (female using on self), accidental voyeurism (kinda), flirtatious conversation, some angst and mutual pining, squint and you might see Echo's body dysphoria.

Word Count: 3.1k

A/N: I started out planning this as a short one-shot, but the idea grew and TBH, my beloved Echo deserves all the best things in the galaxy. So, rather than making this insanely long, I'm splitting it into two (maybe three) parts.

Summary: After overhearing you releaving some stress in the shower, Echo realizes you may harbor the same feelings for him that he has for you.

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The water of the shower was hot. Almost as hot as the feeling of his hand on your body. He kneaded your breast, rolling and pinching your stiffened bud until a longing moan stretched out of your throat. A satisfied hum resonated in your ear as he kissed your neck, teeth raking across the thin flesh. For so long you ached to have this gorgeous man explore you and it finally happened. His name was on your lips, spoken like a secret prayer, the only cure for the unrelenting torment you felt deep in your cunt from moment you met him.

"Echooo...."

Leaning back against the wall of the tiny shower stall you spread your legs, waiting for him. He started with one finger, then a second, pushing and curling deep inside you, edging you closer to a desperately needed orgasm, but it remained illusive. Removing his fingers, he positioned himself at your entrance. A moan hitched in your throat as he finally, slowly pushed into you and you finally, at long last experienced the glorious sensation of being filled by him. How your body had ached for that moment, but there as no time to savor it, your water allotment was almost up.

Wasting no time, he pushed and pulled rapidly, grinding his hips against you as he thrust, until you were little more than a panting mess under the jets. Your clit, already swollen and sensitive, didn't need much stimulation from his thumb before the coil wound impossibly tight. You were close, so close but release evaded you for some unknown reason. His hand grasped your breast as your hips thrust. As the water began to temper, with one final thrust and a loud, shameless moan of his name, you finally came harder than you had in months.

Opening your eyes, you cut the water and took a minute to catch your breath in the otherwise empty fresher. Your core was still throbbing as the vibrator continued to buzz in your hand. Switching it off and cleaning it in the sink, you quickly toweled yourself dry.

You picked up the device on Pantora several weeks back and thoroughly enjoyed it, however the constant proximity of the batch meant you didn't get to use it nearly as much as you wanted. Though, whether you were using your hands or your toy the focus of your fantasy was always the same.

Echo.

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Echo sighed heavily as he returned to the Maurader. He hated forgetting things, mostly because Tech never let him hear the end of it, even though he distinctly remembered hearing Tech say he would get the gear box. On the walk back, he tried your comm several times, but you didn't answer, not that he really blamed you. If given the option, he'd ignore his brothers from time to time as well.

He opened the ramp and hurried aboard. Hearing the water running, he concluded you were in the shower, all the more reason to be quick. As he rifled through the crates in the back to find the right one, a sound from the fresher made him blush. You moaned. Flustered by the accidental intrusion, he grabbed the crate. Then you moaned again...louder.

"Echooo!"

His spine snapped straight. He was desperate to leave but his feet were rooted in place at as he heard your gasping, climactic pants just on the other side of the thin durasteel door. The water cut, which sent him into a panic as he shoved the other crates back into place. Before he could escape, the fresher door slid open.

You walked around the corner, not noticing the open ramp in your post orgasmic state. In your shock at his sudden presence, you flinched and released the small bundle of your dirty under clothes in your hand. Lunging in reflex, you caught your bra and shorts, but not the vibrator that was concealing in the middle.

The silicone device hit the metal floor and bounced end over end before stopping at his feet. During the tumble, the power button was hit, which left the florescent purple phallus dancing around the toe of his boot. Both of you stared at it for a painfully quiet moment, save for the loud buzzing of the plastic handle on durasteel floor.

You froze, unsure of how long he had been there. Mortification was etched across your face. Matters only got worse when he set down the crate and picked up the device.  He looked it over with a measure of curiosity and found the power switch to  turn it off. The silence in the room only thickened when he extended his arm to politely return it.

"Th-thanks." You accepted the device and chucked it into to your bunk as thought it was about to bite you. "Did you forget something or..."

As you watched his body language, a sense of dread sank into your stomach. He stood rigid and talked much faster that he usually did. His eyes looked all over the ship, except directly at you, save for a lingering gaze down your towel wrapped body.

Echo cleared throat, clearly just as uncomfortable. "Uh, yeah.. I forgot the supply crate. Sorry to interrupt your... privacy. I'll get out of your hair."

He shuffled past you, being careful to avert his eyes, nearly sprinting out of the ship. You closed the ramp and slumped against the wall humiliated. Hiding your hands on your face, your cheeks burned red. Internally you wanted to die. He heard you. He definitely heard you.

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That night Echo stretched out in his bunk, relaxed but wide awake. Sleep was different for him after becoming part machine, so it left him with a lot of time to think at night. As he stared at the underside of your bunk, he thought more about what he learned that day.

In the months he'd known you, he found you more and more attractive though not just physically. You were funny, kind, and sharp-witted, but perhaps most of all, when you were around him, he felt like a complete man again. The thing that held him back was his uncertainty at your feelings for him.

Initially you approached him in a lighthearted, flirtstious way, but it caught him off guard. He found himself unsure of how to respond, in part doubting you could see him in that way. Then your behavior quickly changed and you made it clear he was your friend. It wasn't what he wanted, but he accepted it all the same, comfortable with unrequited feelings and long nights spent listening to the sweet sounds you made in your sleep from the bunk above, wishing he could be next to you.

As he recalled the way his name sounded on her lips, his cock twitched and pushed against his body glove. Pressing his eyes closed, he tried to think of something else, anything else, but the mental images of your smile kept dominating his mind. Drawing the privacy curtain, as they all did from time to time, he freed his cock and pulled off his shirt. The cool air of the ship felt good as the heat of arousal prickled across his skin. Gripping himself firmly, he began to languidly stroke his length. In the privacy of his bunk, he indulged the fantasy of you.

You hovered over him, your soft, breasts grazing his chest. Your lips caressed his gaunt cheeks before continuing down his neck and up the other side. His lips part as yours meet his, gentle and sweet. An eager hand finds your breast and thumbs pebbled peaks until moan. Slotting your legs around his hips, you slid onto his aching length, your dripping pussy already clenching around him. As you rode him, your face upturned and mouth agape, the most delightful sounds of ecstacy escaped while you reached your peak...

Echo strangled back a moan. He was close. His hand vigorously pumped, slicked with his precum as his belly tightened. Sweat dotted his forehead and his body trembled with anticipation. Hooking a rag on his scomp, he danced with the edge. Above him, he heard you sigh in yours sleep. The sound made his hips buck as he clamped the rag over his pulsing cock just in time to catch the hot, white ropes of his release.

He opened his eyes and blinked several times, returning to reality. His head sank back into his pillow as a euphoric wave tingled through his body. Releasing a deep, satisfied breath, he let his softening member lay on on exposed stomach. After tucking himself away, he silently padded to the fresher, buried the used rag in the hamper, and washed.

As he returned to his bunk, he stopped at your drawn curtain. He knew you were embarrassed by his accidental intrusion and while he regretted walking in on your, knowing you still felt at least something for him caused a warm feeling to grow in his chest. A yawn tugged at his throat as he ducked back into his bunk. Maybe he'd get a decent night's sleep after all.

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You had been actively avoiding Echo for several rotations out of sheer embarrassment, which was no easy task given your cohabitation on a single ship. Mostly, you busied yourself outside the Maurader, helping Tech with maintenance and upgrades. For the most part, your were successful, but as everyone settled into the ship at night, you had to face the inevitable awkwardness of being in close quarters with him.

That night, once you thought they were all asleep, you sat up in your bunk, turned in your small lamp, and dug out a repair kit. In your desire to hide your shame by hurling your vibrator into the safety of your bunk, it broke. After setting out a small tray and the various tools you thought you'd need, you set about dismantling the device. It didn't take long to realize you the drivers you had were too big for the screws, but you knew where to find them.

Slipping silently from your bunk, you padded to the work bench and opened the driver compartment, testing tools until you found the right size. Satisfied that you could continue, you turned back to your bunk and froze. A soft glow of light shined under the curtain of Echo's bunk, which hadn't been there before. Swearing, you pressed forward and stood at the rack.

"Can't sleep?" He asked quietly from behind the black fabric.

"Uh, no. You?" Your replied, casually tossing the device and tool onto your bunk, but they clattered on the tray.

"Slept a while and woke up." He pulled the curtain back enough to see you. "You working on something?"

"Yeah, just needed a different driver to get started." You felt your face burn red.

"Want some help?"

"Uhhh, no." Your voice trembled nervously so you faked a yawn. "I'm getting tired actually, I may just try another time."

He raised a questioning eyebrow at you with a chuckle. "Alright. Well, goodnight."

You climbed back into your bunk. Echo heard you over head shifting to a comfortable position as he resumed reading. His eyes flicked up to the sound of small pieces tinking quietly on the metal tray, followed by the sound of shuffling tools. As he read the next few sentences, he hears you grunt and huff in frustration.

"Dank ferrik!" You swore quietly and tried again.

Echo set his holopad aside and listened for another moment to the sounds of your struggle. "Are you sure you don't need help?"

He heard you sigh reluctantly. "Yes, please."

Smiling to himself, he got up and stood at your curtain. You opened it far enough for him to study to contents of your bunk. He recognized the item you dropped the other day, though it was presently in several pieces. His eyes shifted to yours as you sat, face burning red, looking everywhere but at him.

"It broke." You sheepishly admit.

"Okay..." He replied neutrally.

"I can't seem to find the problem. I think a wire is loose, but I can't take it apart. And the damn thing cost me more than I care to admit and I can't exactly run out and buy a replacement, so I'm pissed at myself for-"

"I might be able to help, if you'll let me."

Echo stopped your spiral with a simple hand on your arm and a gentle smile. At the warmth of his bare hand on your skin, your wide eyes finally met his. He gestured to the tray so you gathering all the pieces and tools and slid it to him.

You had stripped off the silicone shell and removed the battery, however opening the vibrating capsule was proving difficult. He picked it up and studied it for a moment, while you tried not to remind yourself your crush was handling your vibrator.

"I think I can fix it. Come on."

Taking the tray, he sat at the work bench and flicked on the light. Reluctantly, you followed. He made quick work of opening the capsule and began inspecting it. Then he turned on the soldering gun to heat up and went to work. You sat in a thick silence, which only made you feel more self conscious. Eventually, you decided awkward conversation might be better than awkward silence.

"Thank you...for the help." You finally said.

"You're welcome." He replied but paused. "I'm sorry I interrupted you the other day. If I'd known...you shouldn't be embarrassed. We've all be there. Sometimes the only way to relax is to..."

"Take a hands on approach?" You tactfully finished, arching a brow at him.

"Yeah." He chuckled lightly, which surprisingly cut through the tension. "But being the only woman on board, I understand why you want privacy for that. Is that why you worked out your deal with Hunter to have the ship to yourself for a few hours between missions?"

"I mean, not just that, but yeah."

"What else do you do?" He asked before he could stop himself.

"Well, since your currently repairing my sex toy, I suppose we've reached a new level of intimacy." You laughed awkwardly, trying to convince yourself to answer the question. "I take care of some grooming of a more...personal nature."

Echo's head cocked toward you, his hand stilling on the repair. "What?"

Sighing, you decide you throw subtlety out the airlock. "I'm not sure how to works for guys, but having a full bush in a body glove is incredibly uncomfortable."

He inhaled sharply and choked on saliva, which sent him into a coughing fit. After a minute of stifling himself into his elbow, it was his turn to blush.

"Guess I hadn't considered that." He quipped then also decided to throw subtlety out the airlock. "So, this thing any good?"

Your mouth fell open slightly at the brash question. "Uh, yeah. Better than anything else I've had."

"Come on, it can't be that good." His tone was almost playful in his disbelief.

"Oh really?" You countered, leaning against the bench toward him. "That doesn't complain about using protection, it's never cum on my clothes, or my face or my tits without so much as a heads up, and unlike every other trooper I've been with, that makes sure I always finish first."

Echo considered her answer and gave a conceding, though cringing nod. "Not all of us are like that. But don't you miss...I dunno, the human connection?"

"Of course I do. There's nothing like having the warmth of another person with you but..." On a whim, you decided to cast a perverbial line. "I haven't exactly had any offers lately, so I take care of myself."

"I could-" He began but stopped himself. The inescapable fear of your rejection was stronger than he could face.

The look he gave you made your heart fluttered. For a moment you thought he was going to lean across the bench and kiss you. His eyes flicked to your lips, as you unconsciously wetted them, causing his brows to pull together just slightly in longing. You were certain that he was a generous lover, but as things stood, you doubted you'd ever get to find out. He swallowed hard, as evident by the noticible dips of his Adam's apple through the high collar of his glove and dragged his gaze back to your repair.

Falling back into silence, you watched as he skillfully soldered several wires back into place. Closing the capsule, he reconnected it to the battery. With the press of a button, it sprang to life again. The noticeable buzz it typically made had quieted to an almost silent hum. An appreciative smile crossed your face as he switched it off and fitted the silicone shell around it. For the second time in as many rotations, Echo returned your vibrator.

"All set. Might even be better than before. Let me know how it works." He offered helpfully, but blushed in the dim light as he registered what he was suggesting.

"I'll keep you posted." You smiled playfully and looked at him through your lashes. "Thank you again for your help."

"Anytime." He replied, quickly tidying the bench to avoid eye contact.

Rising, you placed a hand in his arm, and kissed his stubbled cheek. If you didn't know better, you thought you felt him turn his face toward yours slightly. Feeling emboldened, you shifted and ghosted a kiss against his surprisingly soft lips, lingering just long enough to see how he'd reply. Rather than learn into you, he stiffened until you pulled back, which told you all you needed to know.

"Goodnight, Echo." You said warmly, though your eyes were downcast. "Thanks again. I hope you sleep well."

He was conflicted as he watched you go. Part of him wanted nothing more than to follow you, join you in the confines of your bunk and see if he could make you moan his name as loudly as your vibrator. As he turned off the light at the bench and decided to go to the cockpit, he heard a hum coming from your bunk, followed by his praising name on your lips. At least he was able to make you cum, one way or another.

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Thinking about reader from our last thot — before you’re together:

About how Rex is running his men through drills on base. It’s a new obstacle course that tests their strength, stamina, balance, and agility. They’re tired and he’s not happy with the results, saying they should be able to complete the course in much better form.

He’s feeling irritated because some reporter from HoloNet News is gonna be coming by to film some of their training and conduct some interviews for some sort of special segment on the war. Frankly, he doesn’t have time for this, but Senator Amidala said it’d be good for the bill she’s trying to pass.

And then, of course, the men are distracted when the crew arrives. Like Fives and some of the shinies are showboating a little for the camera and Rex has to get everyone to focus. He orders them to run through it again and he pinches the bridge of his nose.

“Captain Rex?”

He looks up and oh great 🙄 — it’s the reporter. You run him through your plan for the shoot and he gives you the names of a few men that would be good to interview.

But as the day goes on he becomes impressed with your professionalism, the thoughtful questions you’re asking, and the way you lead your crew. Clearly this piece is meant to highlight the troopers and their hard work.

He’s watching you interview some shiny from a distance and he starts n o t i c i n g 👀 was your ass always that cute? Do pencil skirts always look that sexy??

And he’s getting annoyed with all the men who are clearly hitting on you and sort of accidentally takes it out on them lol like he’s got more of a stick up his ass about these drills than before and they’re all but complaining about how their times are equivalent to the 212 and Rex finally steps down to show them how it’s done. And definitely not because he wants to show off in front of you.

But i mean. You’re w a t c h i n g. Rex is just in his black compression suit and the way he’s handling this course has heat licking up your spine and sets your heart racing.

Ok this is some American Ninja Warrior shit except he doesn’t stop in between obstacles. He’s leaping off ledges and swinging from ropes and Maker he’s so fucking strong. And fast. And he finishes and all the men are in awe.

“And that,” he says between heavy breaths, “is what i expect out of all of you.” AND HE MAKES EYE CONTACT WITH YOU AND YOURE BITING YOUR LIP BECAUSE YOURE SO WET

At the end of the shoot you thank him for his time.

“Feel free to comm me if you have any questions about the story.” And you give him your frequency and he does that really cute lopsided smile and you’re looking at each other like this is definitely not a professional curtesy dkdnndmdjd

IDK MAN

B I AM SCREAMING CRYING AND THROWING UP IM WJFJSIGIDIKDIRIWIF

I HAVE IDEAS:

Your holocam crew just got through recording Rex’s entire course run and everyone is applauding and whooping, jaws dropped and eyes popped.

Your crew pans to you and you, who absolutely never in a million lightyears gets flustered, are staring completely speechless at the sight of the extremely gifted, talented, driven and fucking sexy Captain panting and glistening with sweat beside you.

“Cut!” Your Camera 1 ops girl, a bright eyed Mirialian with tattooed cheekbones and your favorite coworker, stops recording and gives you a knowing wink. “We’re gonna take five to give the Captain here some time to breathe and then you can proceed with your interview.”

You smile graciously at your friend, subtly thanking her for giving you time to speak with him off camera. He glances between the two of you and smiles. “Thanks. But…you didn’t have to…do that. Don’t want to…ruin your story…or anything…”

You reach for your unopened canteen of water and hand it to him. “Here, have some. You’ve earned it. Working up a sweat like that. It’s the least I could do after you gave me such good content for my story later.”

He hesitantly takes it, carefully letting your fingertips brush his for a bit longer than necessary. He doesn’t pull away. Rather he lets your touch on him linger and he smiles bashfully, this behavior a stark contrast to the blatant showing off he just did. “Who said I did it just for the story?” His eyes glittered in dozens of shades of warm browns and ambers and golds when they caught the light in just the right way. They were so focused on you it was like no one else in the universe existed but you. And the depth of color suited him, as he himself was just as complex inside. This was no ordinary clone. Not even an ordinary man.

The man in front of you just put on the best record time on a course like this that anyone, including his men, had ever seen. Yet he was spending his time ensuring you got your story rather than collecting his own accolades from the hundreds of men who were practically fawning over him. Of course not as much as you want to right now.

What do those heaving pectorals look like under that black body glove? How would it feel underneath your palms as you climbed on top of him? How strong would those rock hard biceps be and how would they feel curling around your back?

Oh you needed to see him. All of him. Bare and naked and under you or over you or just anywhere you could watch him flex and sweat and work his stress out on you.

What would he kiss like? As you watch him taking swigs of water you can’t help but salivate at the sight of his mouth opening. You wish you could satiate him with something a bit more vulgar than water. He was a man’s man, he’d definitely enjoy all you’d give him.

“Hey Rex, if you ever have any additional comments on this story. Or you just want to share how things are going. My comm channel is always open, day or night…no matter what planet you’re on.” You whispered, handing over a small holochip with your work info and private comm channel on it.

“Is this business or personal, Miss?” He flirted, crinkles by the corners of his eyes forming as he looked at you with the warmest, most affectionate glance he’d given anyone all day.

You step close to him, placing your hand on his on your canteen and slowly moving to pull it back to you. “For the story, business. For you, personal.” You draw out, letting your mouth drop open slowly and keeping your lips parted more seductively than you intended. He shuddered oh so slightly that anyone who wasn’t standing directly beside him would’ve probably missed it.

His eyes darkened, his gaze raking over your hips in that tight pencil skirt and at the way your breasts sat in the button up shirt that you’d opened just one button more than usual. “Well then, in that case, mesh’la…I promise you’ll get another impressive run time. Just a lot slower. I’d really like to take my time.” He muttered, handing you the canteen and shooting you a highly suggestive yet sweet little smirk that seems to be his trademark.

Your Mirilian camera ops friend shouts, “Ok post run interview. Let’s take it from the top!” You back up into place and straighten up, the confidence surging in you as you interviewed him properly this time.

And when the story actually aired, there was no denying that sparks had flown from the second you two touched fingertips. Though by that time, you two had already brushed far more together than just fingertips.

Wild Horses

Simon “Ghost” Riley x Female Doctor!Reader, Soap x Reader Part 2

Part 1

A/N: Y’all have asked and y’all have received. Enjoy! Let me know what you guys think, I always love to hear your thoughts! Reblogs are much appreciated! 😊💜

Summary: Imagine being the new physician assigned to the team and a certain masked individual takes a new keen concealed interest in you. The two of you are too awkward to function.

Warnings: language, fluff, angst. This one might be a little sad and Ghost is a bit of an ass-jerk so be prepared.

As mentioned before, Ghost completely stays clear of your vicinity after stepping out of your office. It’s not that he hates you. He’s just slightly irritated. With himself? Or is it you and that pretty face of yours and your comforting voice and your goddamn politeness and your accent. To be honest, the whole team adores your accent. He can’t tell. Remind you, this is a man who has probably never been shown any affection or tenderness so don't expect him to fall for you on the spot. This man needs therapy, like a lot of therapy. All he knows is that he doesn’t want to go through whatever it is he is feeling, finding the whole thing to be an inconvenience really. And because he doesn't know how to understand or face whatever these emotions are, he just buries it. It's easier for him that way.

Poor dude couldn’t even sleep last night, staring at the ceiling of his room and haunted by the idea that he accidentally offended you. This man may have a cold exterior but your scalpels are colder and sharper than the devil's jawline. He almost couldn’t blame you if you decided to inject some foreign substance into his bloodstream and make the whole thing look like it was a stroke. Wait, could you do that? Bloody fucking hell. This man spends too much time with his thoughts I swear.

The man spends the whole night trying to assess his feelings, or rather his attraction towards you, convinces himself you're just another pretty face. The man may be touch-starved but he knows there are other methods to handle his needs, even though it's been a long time since he's slept with a woman, like a really long time. But even then, that situation was different. There was never any intimacy involved, like a quick business transaction that finished just as quickly as it started. It only left him feeling as empty as he was before. Not to mention, he doesn't do well with human interaction and that one and only moment he had with a woman daunted him more than it needed to, and so he has remained abstinent ever since. And if he were being honest with himself, you're just a distraction. And how do you handle distractions? You steer clear of them.

So what does this man do? He does what he intended to do. He avoids you at all costs. Oh, is that you walking towards their small, makeshift kitchen to fix yourself a bagel in the morning? Guess what, he’s doing a full 180 and lurking behind a wall like Michael Myers and his stupid hedge, waiting until you’re finished so he can make himself his morning tea.

Not only that but he makes sure to take extra good care of himself, Vitamin C supplements or multivitamins, whatever it takes to keep himself in best health. He even looks up on Google for extra tips to prevent himself from having to send himself in. He had heard of the saying “an apple a day keeps the doctor away” and goes out of his way to buy an apple during his morning runs. But the poor chap has it all mixed up because when you walk into your office the next morning, you're surprised to see an apple just sitting there on your desk.

Ghost doesn't know that it's supposed to be the other way around and that the apple is actually supposed to be for himself. He doesn't bother to search up the meaning, nor does anyone bother to tell him because they don't even know that he's doing it in the first place. So every morning he goes on his run, he goes out and buys an apple, and so every morning you find one placed on your desk.

The first time you saw the fruit sitting there on the table where you worked, surrounded by your scattered paperwork, you were confused no doubt. You picked it up curiously in your hand, inspecting the bright red fruit before giving a shrug and biting into it, after you wash it of course. You think it's just a small little token of thanks from one of the men. Possibly Soap considering how flirty he was yesterday. Alejandro doesn't seem like the type to give fruits. He's more of a red rose and a bottle of wine kind of man.

But as days go by, each day you find an apple sitting on your desk. And as thoughtful as this gesture is, at this point, considering the amount of apples you've eaten, you're either going to have serious digestive issues or die of cyanide poisoning, as if you don't already have IBS. So what do you do? You start to collect the apples each morning, deciding to throw in your own twist to this gesture until one evening, the men come back from one of their missions to find a freshly baked apple pie and a stack of paper plates and some utensils sitting out on a table for them, including a small little card with the handwritten words "bone apple tea". What in the hell.

"What in the fucks is bone apple tea." Gaz scrunches his nose at the writing on the little card.

They're all standing around at the table staring at the pie with confusion written across their faces. All except Ghost of course, the way his eyes slightly widen once he sees it. His gut is telling him you're behind it. Hm I wonder what gave it away.

"What’s this?" Alejandro asks, tilting his head at the thing.

"Looks like apple pie." Gaz answers.

"Yes I know that." Alejandro remarks. “But what is it doing here?"

"Doubt it's from any one of you muppets." Price speaks up. He knows damn well none of these men know how to bake. There’s only one person here whose hands are skilled or nimble enough to make the braided trim on that crust. Not to mention the detailing in the center, like the way you carefully placed little leaf designs made from the crust on top of the braided design. Yup this was definitely you, unless someone else here had a secret talent they had been hiding.

Literally why are these men acting like the pie has poison it. As if Graves sent it or something. Just shut up and eat the pie before it gets cold you himbos.

"So who made it?" Soap asks, looking towards the others for answers.

"This," Alejandro chuckles after finally realizing, "this was made by the hands of a woman."

"Who, y/n?" Gaz quirks a brow, you're the only woman here.

How in the hell did you get the means to bake a complete fucking apple pie in a place like this? They always heard doctors have skilled and steady hands but what the actual fuck.

"Well don't mind me." Soap literally cuts a big ass slice for himself before going off to devour the thing.

The boys watch Soap basically almost moan once he takes a bite of your pie as he goes off yelling out something along the lines of "well tidy scran", before helping themselves to a slice.

Ghost is the last one to cut himself a slice. He was hesitant at first before finally giving in, plus he also got back from a mission and he's hungry. So when he digs in his fork and has his first taste, it's kinda like that scene from Ratatouille where the food critic Anton Ego finally takes a bite of Remy's food and is reminded of his childhood, except Ghost doesn't have a childhood.

Let me tell you these men are obsessed with your pie and are practically fighting over the last slice like a pair of siblings so don't be surprised when you wake up the next morning to the see that the plate that your pie was in is completely empty without a single crumb in sight. Jesus. Did they lick the table down too?

Also I think you may have just given Ghost a newfound sweet tooth. When he went back to his room that night, he's debating on whether he should keep his daily routine of giving you apples, so far it’s kept you away. What he doesn’t get is that you made a whole damn pie out of the apples he gave you when they were actually supposed to be for you, or him, if you look at it from his distorted perception. But wait. What if you know it's him, and that's why you made the pie in the first place? A way to a man’s heart is not only between the forth and fifth ribs, but it’s also through his stomach. And as much as he wants to deny it, he also kind of secretly wants you to bake another one. It's almost as if he's completely forgotten why he placed those apples on your desk in the first place.

So what do you see when you wake up the next morning? An empty plate and yet another apple sitting on your desk. Okay what the fuck. You've let it slide all those times but now you have got to know who's pulling this shit. It’s not that you hate apples, but the conception that you have no clue who’s behind this is making you start to view the poor defenseless fruit as an object of taunting and torment. And to be honest at this point, you're beginning to think this is some kind of joke. So with the apple in your hand, you head towards the common area where the others are currently settled.

“Okay who did it?” You call out once you enter the area.

Crickets chirping.

All heads snap towards you to see you standing there with an apple held in your hand. They're almost stunned to see you wandering about. They rarely ever see you since you're usually locked up in your office or your room.

The men have done a lot of shit so just what is it that are you asking. They stare at you with not a single thought behind their eyes, that is until their blood runs cold at what happened last night. Was the pie not meant for them? Shit.

“Did what?” Gaz gulps, trying to play it off as nothing happened.

"Who keeps leaving apples on my desk like I'm about to host a county fair?"

"Come again?" Price asks, not that he didn't hear you, but it's probably the most anyone has heard you speak that isn't related to your work. Not only that, but they’re so used to hearing your “doctor” voice that your normal voice is a whole pitch lower and almost sounds foreign and alien to their ears. Not that they’re complaining because they honestly love hearing it.

"Someone has been leaving apples on my desk every single day." You repeat yourself more slowly. "And I'd like to know who."

So you're not mad about the pie.

Ghost immediately snaps his head away from your direction and nearly chokes on his tea. It's almost a miracle he doesn’t get whiplash from how fast he turns away.

The others are still staring at you, a tad bit scared of the expression that sat on your face. They couldn't make out if you were upset or not.

"Well?" You ask, leaning against the doorframe with your hand stuffed in your coat pocket while your other hand tossed the apple about in the air.

"Couldn't be me." Soap answers.

The others shake their heads as you squint your eyes at each and every one of them, trying to decipher the culprit. "Whoever it is, I will find out." You take a bite out of the apple before tossing it to the nearest person, who happened to be Alejandro, before starting to leave the area.

Alejandro catches the apple between his hands, staring down at the fruit with a chuckle to see where you had bit into it before taking a bite of his own.

Soap can't help but clench his jaw at Alejandro's cockiness. Ghost just turns away unbothered, it’s none of his concern. Or at least that’s what he tells himself.

"Wait you're not mad about the pie?" Gaz calls out after you.

"What pie?" You turn back.

Wot

"The pie....from last night."

"I have no clue what you're talking about." You put on your best innocent expression before walking away.

The men snap their heads towards each other. Have they been poisoned? The longer they stare at each other, the more panicked they get.

Alejandro glances down at the apple you had thrown in his hands and is so close to spitting out the bite he had taken.

"I'm kidding." Your voice nearly makes them jump out of their skin as they turn to see your head popped through the doorway. "The pie was from me." You walk away again before turning back around. "Oh, I almost forgot. I have your blood results so if you're free, come see me when you get the chance."

Shit. Ghost thinks to himself after hearing you mention the blood results. He is hoping his blood sample got demolished in some shape or form, but the way you didn't even try to pull him aside to break the "unfortunate" news tells him otherwise. He's just not going to show.

The men watch you walk away in silence after your little moment of humor. They almost don't know how to react. The way the warmth of your voice blended with the obscurity of your words threw them in for a loop.

All except Ghost have no clue who has been sending you apples, but whoever it is that is sending you the fruit, they think that person is trying to win you over. So what started out as some misunderstanding on Ghost's end has now turned into this whole peacocking ordeal. Now it's a competition of who gets you better gifts in order to gain your affection, mainly Soap and Alejandro and even Gaz, but mostly Soap. Price still shows you appreciation for your work and what you do in his own way.

Poor Ghost was just trying to manifest "an apple a day keeps the doctor away". So who’s gonna tell him?

Anyways, when you return to your office to work on your paperwork, the boys go out to get you a little something before meeting up with you to go over their bloodwork results. Despite Soap and Gaz's efforts, Alejandro is the first to leave and the first to return. And just as Soap returns with his little gift for you, Alejandro beats him to it, a smirk playing on his lips as he enters your office with a red rose in hand. Poor Gaz wasn't able to find you anything special so he gets you a cool looking rock he saw instead.

Soap is practically fuming. If you squint hard enough, you might see smoke coming out his ears.

You hear a knock on your door and look up from where you sat at your desk to see Alejandro stepping into your office, a sly smirk on his lips as he holds out a rose.

"Alejandro." You quirk a brow. "What's this?"

"For you, hermosa."

"Oh?" You cock your head back in surprise as you take the rose from his hands. "What for?"

"Oh just a little way of showing appreciation." Alejandro leans against your desk.

"Why thank you Alejandro" You blink, trying your best to push down the blush that tries to creep itself onto your cheeks.

"My pleasure."

You decide to place the flower inside the empty vase you had already set out from before when you moved your things in. "I had been meaning to get some flowers to brighten up the area."

"There's no need" Alejandro smirks. "I'm afraid the rose doesn't compare to you. You do that all on your own."

Little do you know Soap is listening in on the whole thing with a frown. If he pressed his ear any closer he'd fall right through the door. Sure the Scots have their special charm but Alejandro is different and has the most rizz out of all of them, and Soap is fully aware and has always heard they make better lovers and that only adds to his panic.

Now you're definitely not able to hide the heat that spread through your face. You can't tell if it's the state of being flustered or just social anxiety. Well they weren't wrong about Alejandro having a way with words. "Geez, thank you Alejandro. But there really is no need for flattery."

"For you, anything hermosa."

Omfg this dude.

You look away from his strong gaze, managing to shove your flustered state away and stopping yourself from releasing the sharp wit you inherited from your father. Clearing your throat, you open up his file. "Well that really is kind of you Alejandro. And since you are already here, I have the results from your blood work."

"Oh? Everything should be good yes?"

"Well yes, for the most part but-"

"But what?" Alejandro looks confused. What's wrong with his blood?

"Your cholesterol levels are pretty high." You open up his file and read over his results.

"They are?"

"I'm afraid so, but not at a dangerous level. You should probably cut out some of that fried food and red meat and watch your butter intake. Nothing too serious though. Add some greens into your diet, as well as some nuts and whole grains and definitely more fruits and veggies and you're good to go." You hand him a copy of his results before giving a look of grimace. "But watch out on the fiber though. Too much of it can lead to increased bowel movements."

"Increased what?"

"You know, a case of the shits."

The way Soap pulls his ear away from the door and slaps his palm on mouth to keep himself from letting out the most offensive laugh known to mankind. If only you could have seen it. Is he going to bring this up in Alejandro's presence? Maybe.

Alejandro looks over the papers you gave him. "Wait really?"

"Yeeaaah." You give the poor fellow a sympathetic smile. "But hey, everything you need to know is right on those papers, so as long as you cut out the foods mentioned and get a higher intake of the others listed, you'll be back to normal in no time."

"Oh uh. Thank you y/n. I appreciate it."

"Anytime Alejandro." You smile. "You know where to find me."

The way Soap nearly trips over himself as he backs away from the door after hearing footsteps, as if he wasn't eavesdropping on every thing.

Alejandro opens the door and walks out of your office, eyes glued to the papers while Soap is just standing there trying not to be noticed.

The moment Alejandro is out of sight, Soap goes over and knocks on your door.

"Come in." You look up and smile to see Soap. Over the course of the few days since you first arrived here, you were to quick to warm up to the young Scotsman, finding comfort and humor in his personality. You enjoyed hearing him talk about just about anything, and his accent always helped to make whatever he had to say all the more interesting. It really is a good thing he does most of the talking since you make a better listener and love to hear what others have to say.

Soap knows you don't talk much and how you prefer to listen and hear stories, so he always makes sure to keep you entertained. This man is 100% golden retriever energy. Also he calls you lass and lassie and you just eat that shit up, he loves how you blush and that small restrained smile appears on your face whenever he says it. Don't worry, so would I. "Soap! You can have a seat if you want, this will be brief."

"Oh uh, I've actually got you something." Soap hands you a small box.

"Oh?" You quirk a brow as you take the box from his hands? What is it with everyone giving you gifts? Are they in on something you're not? "What is it?" You ask as you open the small box to see a bunch of what looks to be biscuits.

"Scottish shortbread." Soap smiles, rubbing his hand on the back of his neck. "I brought them along with me from back home but I thought you'd like them with your morning coffee."

"Wait, are you sure you don't want them for yourself? I feel bad."

"Nah. I can always get more.......if-when I go back home. You keep em. It's for ya. Think of it as a welcoming gift.....for all ya done, and the pie ya made for us."

"Soap, I don't know what to say." You give the man a heartfelt smile. "Thank you.....really, it's very thoughtful of you. It'll give me a variety from my bagels."

"Don' mention it." Soap places his hands behind his back before noticing a small framed picture you had set up on your desk that definitely wasn't there before. "Is that you?"

"Hm?" You raise you brow to see what he is referring to and seeing him gesture to the photo.

"Oh. Yeah, that's me as a little girl." You glance at the photo as a soft smile appears on your face. It was a picture of you when you were a little girl around the age of 5, when your dad took you on a camping trip to Zion. The two of you were sitting near the tent he had set up overlooking the mountain range with you sitting in his arms while he played his guitar, wearing that same old baseball cap of his that you had grown accustomed to seeing as you grew up. The longer you looked at the picture and relived that core memory, glancing at the crooked grin that sat on your little face and the way your father beamed, the more your face began to match the fond look that radiated off your father's eyes as he looked down at your giggling state.

"That's quite the smile you got there." Soap teases, chuckling at the expression you held in the photo.

"Oh please." You roll your eyes, knowing exactly what he was joking about. "I know I looked goofy. My baby teeth were falling out."

"And that's yer dad?"

"Yup. That's my old man."

"Ya have yer father's eyes." Soap smiles at you, knowing now where you inherited that certain warmth held in your eyes that was able to put the coldest man at ease by just one look.

You let out a soft chuckle, glancing down at the ground to blink away the tears that have yet to form before looking back up at the soldier. "I've been told."

"Where was this taken? The scenery is absolutely braw."

"That was taken at Zion National Park in Utah. My dad had taken me there on a camping trip."

"It's absolutely gorgeous."

"Maybe I'll take you one day."

"Ya mean it?" Soap turns towards you, a grin forming on his face.

"Why not? It's been a while since I went, not since the photo."

"I think you've just made my day lass." Soap smirks before turning to the other photo. "And I'm guessing that's you as well." Soap gestures to the other photo of you around your middle school years that your dad had taken of you, wearing a wet suit as you sat on your surfboard, a grin on your face and your hair matted with salt water while one of your hands formed the shaka sign. "I dinnae ken you surfed."

"Oh yeah, surfing was my life. This was back when I had caught my first wave in Hawaii. My dad was so proud. Took me out for shaved ice right after and couldn't stop bragging to everyone there about how effortlessly I had tube ridden that thing."

"Your dad sounds like a great man."

"The best."

Soap notices the way your smile ever so slightly dropped at one of the corners, as if some sadness had managed to overcome whatever memories that lied in your head so he clears his throat, deciding not to press on the subject any better. "So how does my blood look?"

"Good actually." You blink, his statement reminding you of what you were going to do since he stepped into your office in the first place. "Your levels are all pretty balanced." You hand him a copy of his results. "As for the muscle cramps you mentioned, try to get a higher intake of electrolytes like potassium, magnesium, and calcium. And most importantly, don't forget to stay hydrated and drink lots of water."

"Aye ma'am. I'll make sure of it."

"Thank you Soap."

"No, thank you." Soap gives you one last smile before heading out. "I'll see you around."

"Bye."

It was not long after Soap left that Gaz entered next followed by Price, hearing you go over their results with intent ears. You actually really loved the little rock Gaz had given you, he had even drawn a smiley face on for you. You thought it was really cute despite his embarrassment in not finding you something better. And after the two left, there was only one person left that had yet to show up at your door. Simon 'Ghost' Riley.

Not wanting to pressure the man who looks like he'd stab you for looking at him the wrong way, you decided to stay at your desk, working over some paperwork of your own until the time comes when he decides to show up whenever he sees comfortable.

Picking up your mug, you decide to get some more coffee, leaving your office and heading to the kitchen area to brew yourself a new cup. Looking up from your feet, you see Ghost walking walking in your direction in front of you.

"Ghost!" You call out to him, or as much as you can call out. You never were one for raising your voice, despite the many times your previous teachers had urged you to speak up, displeased with the way you preferred to keep to yourself as opposed to your more extroverted peers. But even when carrying out their commands to speak louder, you always hated doing so, thinking it drew too much attention towards you. It's a wonder you got through med school and became a doctor in the first place.

Ghost had heard you calling out his name and immediately his muscles tense. The last thing he wanted was for you to see him because that only meant one thing, being dragged into your office to go over his blood results until something else insulting slips from his lips. I promise he doesn't hate your guts! So in order to evade you, this man does the first thing that comes to mind, he walks straight into the nearest room, which just so happens to be the shared showers. Simon you dumb fuck. Let’s hope Price isn’t butt ass naked in there for Simon’s sake.

You blink, standing there with your mug that your friend from college thought would be funny to gift you when you started med school, the one that had the words "I have a PHD" in bold colorful letters with the finer print "pretty huge dick" right below it (of course you never used that mug back at the hospital or else you'd hear about it).

So with your mug in hand, you watch the masked man walk straight into the room where the shared showers were. Huh. Well that's weird. You try to give the man the benefit of the doubt, thinking he just did not hear you. Maybe he'll stop by later. So shrugging off what just happened, you head into the kitchen to make yourself a fresh cup of coffee. God an iced coffee sounds good right now.

Once you had headed back to your office, finishing up your work and taking little breaks in between to read your book or snack on something, an hour turned into two, and so forth. Until you looked at your clock and it was already past the time of sunset. Jesus. Where did this dude go? Getting up from your chair, you step out of your office, holding the door open and seeing not a single soul headed in your direction. What in the-

With furrowed brows, you step back into your office, staring down at Ghost's results that just sat there waiting to be picked up.

"Goddamn it." You hiss between your teeth. You have no idea what his issue is or why he avoids you as if you spit in his fruit loops or tea or whatever. But if he keeps this up, it could interfere with your own job. Looking around at your desk, an idea pops into your head as you grab two things that lied there, a sticky note and a two dum-dum lollipops, a sugar cookie flavor and a butterscotch one.

Heading out of your office, you head towards where the men's rooms are located before stopping at a certain particular one, surveying the area around you to make sure no one sees you before staring straight at the door in front of you. Taking out your pen, you write on the note "please stop by my office when you get a chance", making sure to add your initials in the corner before taping it to his door along with the two lollipops, hoping the candy will be some sort of bribe.

"God I hope this works and he doesn't shoot me in the head." You mutter out before heading back to your own quarters that was separate from the men's due to standard protocol. Throwing off your coat and your clothes, you threw on an oversized t-shirt and some sweats, eating a microwaveable dinner in your own room before getting ready to go to bed. There was nothing you craved more than to collapse onto the mattress and bury yourself under the covers. And as you finished brushing your teeth, turning off the lights and getting into a comfortable position under your blanket, all you could do was stare at the ceiling above you.

Little did you know, that same night, in that same moment, there was another who could not sleep, staring at the ceiling as you did now. He had saw the note that you had left him on his door, as well as the two lollipops. It almost annoyed him, whatever it was you were showing towards him. And it did not help that the note had smelled of you, of that perfume that oh so enriched his senses. The man literally has your note laying on top of his bedside table along with the lollipops. He'll throw it out first thing tomorrow he tells himself.

"Oh come the fuck on." You moaned as you turned over onto your side but to no avail. No matter how hard you tried to shut your eyes and shut out any thoughts that attempted at keeping you awake, you just could not fall asleep until you finally give up. "Jesus fuck shit fuck." You hiss to yourself as you throw the blanket off you, sitting up on your bed and throwing on your sweatpants before getting up. Usually on nights like this where you couldn't sleep, you'd find a way to calm your nerves, whether it be reading or drawing or listening to a comforting audiobook.

So, grabbing your pillow and blanket, you open up your closet and grab your father's acoustic guitar, going back over to your bed and staring at the framed photo of your dad that sat on the bedside table before taking that with you as well. Leaving your room, you make sure to be as quiet as possible, looking both ways before heading up towards the roof of the building.

When you were little and had trouble sleeping, your dad used to take you outside to where the two of you had built a little fort, where the two of you would lay under the stars, brushed over by the cool night breeze as he played his guitar, singing old folk and slow classic rock songs until you finally fell asleep. And as you stepped onto the roof, craning your neck to stare up at the stars above you, you were reminded of those moments and the peace it gave you. Setting your bedding down, you prop the picture of your dad up next to you before sitting down with the guitar in hand.

"Hey dad." Your voice is a whisper as you look down at the photo of your father beside you. The photo was taken not even a month after you were born. He had taken you to the fire station he was stationed at, excited to introduce his team to his new precious baby girl, his first child. You could almost say it was your favorite photo of him, sitting on the front bumper of the firetruck in his uniform with you bundled up in a pink blanket in his arms.

"I know it's been a bit of a while since we've last talked." You sigh, forming your fingers into a chord on the fretboard of the guitar. "So to make up for it, I'm going to sing you one of the songs I always used to sing. You know the one, it's one of my favorites, and yours too."

Despite his efforts to fall asleep, Simon had ended up stepping out of his room, walking about the grounds to somewhat ease his mind. This was obviously nothing new to him, he always had trouble sleeping. And during those nights he had trouble sleeping, he'd take a walk to help clear his head. He found comfort in the silence of the night, when everything and everyone was asleep. He would usually go to his favorite spot on the rooftop, where he would seek refuge under the obsidian skies and the silver stars.

As he goes up the stairs that lead up to the roof, he stops at the sound that comes from beyond the door, what sounds to be someone singing and strumming the guitar. Curious to know who the hell had taken his spot and had the radio playing, he goes up further to investigate. So imagine his surprise when he finds you there instead, wrapped up in your blanket and strumming against your guitar, singing The Sundays cover of Wild Horses.

"Childhood living is easy to do The things that you wanted, I bought them for you Graceless lady, you know who I am You know I can't let you slide through my hands" Your voice is ethereal as you sing out the lyrics, your face molded into these deep emotions you can't quite explain.

"Wild horses couldn't drag me away Wild horses couldn't drag me away

I watched you suffer a dull, aching pain And now you've decided to show me the same No sweeping exits or offstage lines Could make me feel bitter or treat you unkind

Wild horses couldn't drag me away Wild, wild horses couldn't drag me away

Faith has been broken and tears must be cried Let's do some living after we die

Wild horses couldn't drag me away Wild, wild horses couldn't drag me away

Wild, wild horses, we'll ride them someday Wild, wild horses, we'll ride them someday."

During the entirety of the song, Simon stands there in the distance behind you, hidden in the shadows, entranced, and can't seem to explain the tingles he feels washing over his body. He thinks he has intruded upon you and wants to leave you to your solitude in what seems to be an intimate moment for you, and yet he can't seem to be able to get his feet to move. Instead he's watching you with this newfound interest. He had never expected you to play the guitar as you did, nor have the voice that you did. So as you finish your song, he almost trips over his own feet trying to back away, scared that you might somehow notice that he had been there this whole time.

"God I miss you dad." You wipe away at the tears that start to spill down your cheeks despite your attempts to wipe them away with the back of your sleeve, scanning your eyes over the stars that scattered across the sky, imagining he was up there amongst them. "I miss you so much."

Regaining his footing, Ghost is careful to open the door leading back into the building, that is until he hears you let out what sounds to be a choked sob. He turns his head back towards you, seeing you bring your knees up to your chest as you cry out, mumbling something he can't quite understand. With his hand still holding the door open, he looks down at the set of stairs, turning his head back towards you for one more time before going down the steps, being careful to shut the door without any noise possible.

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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.

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

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

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

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

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

“Good morning, cyare.” He groans.

“Feel good?” You ask him.

“Mmhmmmm…” He moans softly into his pillow.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh and guess what.” 

“What’s that?” You smile.

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

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

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

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

“I’d love nothing more.” You agree. 

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

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

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

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

You swallow and nod. “I did.”

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

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

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

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

“Come on…” Rex pushes the button again.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Oh. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“And?” He quirks an eyebrow.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You sure?” He asks you.

“Very.” You hum.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You’re so cute.” You grin.

“Me?” He asks, confused.

“Yes, you.” You roll your eyes. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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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.