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Masterlist

Part 1: Kissed by the Sun

Part 2: My Sun and Stars

Part 3: Meditation (11th Oct)

Part 4: Snack Time (12th Oct)

Part 5: What a Sight (13th Oct)

…and more to come!

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@snorhora canon💙

This popped into my head again...

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the fine print (echo x f!reader)

"Two stars sitting alone in the galaxy, burning for one another without caring for the empty vastness that surrounds them."

summary: the one where echo wakes from a nightmare and finds the assurance he seeks in his lover

rating: X (18+ ONLY - minors DNI) — PiV sex w/o protection (don't be irresponsible irl!), creampie, lots of fluff & love

note: yes, i know valentines day was a while ago but i can't suddenly change the name of this edition so it's staying as it is. this marks number 4 out of 5, leaving wrecker as the final edition in this special!! side note: i tried writing differently this time (present tense instead of past) so if you guys could lmk if i did okay, i would really appreciate it 🥹💕

radio: peaches etude, finneas — she chose me, bruno major

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Echo jolts awake with a curt gasp. 

   He sits still for a moment, disoriented and confused while struggling to catch his breath. The cold, strangling feeling of being captive in ice begins to fade as his eyes flicker from one corner of the room to the other. There is an acute awareness as to where he is but he doesn’t trust it. Fearful that nothing was real, he takes in the sunrise that peeks through the window. Its warmth washes over the bed — yellow, soft, and real. He finds himself avoiding the vanity mirror while glancing around, noting the clothes on the floor and the half-empty glass of water by his side of the bed. 

   Pulling his legs up, he rests his forearm over his cold metal knees and presses his forehead against it, exhaling deeply. 

   When he turns to the opposite side of the bed, he freezes. 

   You’re not there. The sheets are disheveled. When he reaches over to touch the pillow, it’s cold. 

   Panic washes over him from head to toe, the gut feeling of loss lurching through his stomach. Memories flood through like a raging river, causing his breaths to shorten and his face to break out in a sweat as he throws the covers off of his body. 

   You couldn’t possibly be gone. You couldn’t. 

   He stumbles out of bed, metal feet sounding heavily against the ground as he rushes out of the bedroom. The trip down the hall is short but it feels like infinity, dragging on the possibility of what if, what if, what if… 

   He stops at the mouth of the hallway and looks into the living room. 

   The sight of you is enough to assure him. You’re lying on the couch wearing nothing but his shirt, knees bent as you scroll through the novel on your datapad. You have a soft look on your face, pleasant and peaceful. The corner of your lip quirks up in a smile and you giggle, shaking your head at something funny in the novel. 

   Echo’s eyes shut and he takes a deep breath, gently running a hand over his head in a gesture of relief. His shoulders sag and he feels a bit lighter than before. 

   Still, there’s something missing. You’re right there, but he seems to ache with the need for more assurance. 

   His hoarse voice cracks just slightly as he calls, “Cyare?” 

   You cock your head towards him with a warm smile, ready to greet him with a happy ‘good morning’ when the look immediately fades into worry. Brows pinched in concern, you set the datapad down and briskly walk toward him, cupping both sides of his face the moment he’s in reach.

   “Hey, you okay?” You ask softly, eyes flicking down to his shaky hand. The worry on your face is clear and almost painful, causing him to feel the slightest semblance of guilt. It isn’t until he looks back up into your eyes that the guilt dissolves, leaving room for something warmer to take its place. 

You watch his eyes soften as they bounce across your face. He’s staring at you like you’re a dream. Blinking, he pulls himself out of this daze and slides his hand up yours, gently pulling your fingers down to his lips. He kisses your knuckles as if you’re made of glass, holding them to his lips for just a moment longer like he’s trying to make sure that you’re really there. 

   The moment he lowers your hand, you throw your arms around him. Echo is quick to hug you back just as tightly, squeezing your waist with nothing short of relief.

   He pulls away first. If it were up to you, the two of you would have been trapped in the hug for much longer. 

   “Was it a nightmare,” you question gently. He responds with a muted nod, eyes latched onto yours as if the question was enough to bring him back to those dark, heavy memories. Taking his hand, you kiss his palm and squeeze it. “It’s okay, Echo. I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere.” 

   It is practically visible: the relief that comes when the weight on his shoulders falls away. He exhales a breath and nods. You bring his hand to your heart, pressing it flat down so that he can feel your heartbeat. The second it greets his fingertips, he lets go of the remaining tension in his body, leaning forward to press his forehead to yours. He kisses you but it’s short, gentle enough to act as a little thanks. 

   “What do you need from me right now?” 

   His answer could have been anything and you would have agreed. If he needed an ear to talk to, you would lend him both. If he needed advice, you would have given it as best as you could. If he wanted nothing except your presence, you would have cleared your whole day just to be with him. 

   But Echo doesn’t seem like he wants any of those things. 

   He looks at you with appreciation, lips parting to mutter softly, “I just want you, cyare. Nothing else… just you.” He brushes a strand of hair out of your face before gently caressing your cheekbone with his knuckles. His face falls and his eyes gloss over just slightly. The words sound heavy and hard to admit when he speaks. “I dreamt that I was captured again… then I woke up and you were gone…” 

   Every word is a knife to your heart. Echo told you about what he went through after Skako Minor — the mental agony, the surgeries, and worst of all, waking up only to realize that his brother was gone, executed for trying to tell the truth. It was the abruptness of the loss that formed a certain fear in him: a fear that one day he would wake up and everyone he loved was gone. Rex. The Batch. Omega. You. 

   “Echo.” You gently lift his chin and he meets your eyes, melting into your touch. You shake your head, offering a soft smile. “I meant what I said. I’m not leaving you anytime soon and I’m not going anywhere. I love you too much to be anywhere else. I’ll be right here until the very end, okay?” 

   “I know,” he hummed, his cold prosthetic crossing over your lower back, pulling you flush to his chest. “I know… thank you.” 

   “You’re welcome,” You giggle when he dips his head to kiss your jaw, “But you don’t have to thank me. It was part of the fine print when you signed up to be my partner.” 

   “Should’ve told me there was fine print in the first place,” he murmured as he pecked kisses down your neck. “I would’ve read it.”

   Another laugh breaks free when he scoops you up, causing your legs to hook over his hips, ankles crossing behind his back. 

   “You’d willingly read the fine print?” You question curiously, sliding the tip of your finger down the curve of his nose, lips, and chin. He’s gazing at you with bright eyes, acting as if he never had a nightmare in the first place. You couldn’t help but feel proud. All that he needed was a little bit of assurance.  

   “I read reg manuals for fun, cyare. The fine print is light reading,” he states coyly, causing your eyes to roll. When he notices, he dives his head into the crook of your neck and blows a short but tortuous raspberry. 

   You’re laughing when he carries you to the couch and you’re still laughing when he drops you atop it. There’s a loose smile on his lips as he squeezes next to you, laying between you and the cushions. 

   Side by side, you face one another with those giddy little grins. The moment is gentle and kind to you both, full of love as you snuggle closely, noses nearly touching. You gaze into his eyes with appreciation and he returns it with a warmth that you can’t describe. 

   It isn’t until he kisses you once again that the gears in your body start spinning. You become aware of the need in his touch as his hand grips the front of your (his) shirt to keep you close. There’s a certain impatience when he breathes. His sweet lips taste like honey, dancing against yours at a slow, languid pace. His eyes are closed in bliss and his chest vibrates with satisfied hums. 

   You slide your hand up his shirt and rest it on his stomach, nails teasingly dragging down the muscles hidden underneath. Echo smiles into the kiss, dimples creasing his cheeks when you move your hand even lower, sliding it under the waistband of his boxers only to stop. It’s a questioning gesture; a silent but obvious ask to continue or stop. 

   Your answer comes in the form of a chuckle. It’s low, sending goosebumps all the way to the tips of your toes and back. In a sly move, Echo moves his scomp up the back of your shirt, lifting it higher up your thighs and waist. 

   When he realizes that you’re bare underneath, his brows rise and he looks at you in surprise. You can only shrug. 

   “I was too lazy to put anything else on. Sue me.” 

   “No, no,” he murmurs happily, using his hand to nudge his boxers off of his hips. “It’s nice. It’s really nice, mesh’la.” He casually tries to kick them off but the cloth hooks around his metal ankle, causing you to break out into a fit of laughter while he huffs in frustration. “You know, you could help a bit?” 

   “Ask nicely and I will.” When your tease is met with an arched brow, you bite your lip to keep your laughter contained. “Alright, alright. Hold still.” 

   Echo watches with amusement when you use your toes to pinch and pull the boxers off of his ankle. It’s silly and it would’ve been faster if you used your hand but you knew that he needed the humor. He needed the lightheartedness of the moment to forget about the nightmare and all of the things that came with it. If the dimples and happy wrinkles in the corners of his eyes are any indications of that, then you know that you have won the day.

   When his boxers are on the ground and the two of you face one another in nothing but your shirts, Echo finally exhales the breath he’d been holding, nodding in understanding. 

   “I get it now.” 

   “Get what?” You ask, hooking your leg over his hip. The metal half of his thigh makes you shiver, causing Echo to smile with amusement. He used his scomp to raise your shirt just a bit higher.  

   It took him a while before he could be comfortable enough to wave it around during intimate moments — cold metal never did bode well with sex… or so he thought. You learned how to ease that insecurity rather quickly, often holding it or kissing the area where metal met skin. 

   When he doesn’t answer, you poke his chest. “C’mon. Don’t leave me hanging.” 

   He rolls his eyes, chuckling. “I get why I signed into this relationship without reading the fine print. You get one decent-looking cybernetic deserter with average skills in bed, and I get a beautiful therapist, best friend, and exquisite lover. I don’t need to read the fine print to know what I’m getting into because it’s a solid deal either way.” 

   “Are you kidding?” You can’t help but bark out another laugh. “It’s more than that — it’s a fair trade. I get someone who kills the roaches that I can’t even look at. I get someone who knows how I like my caf and what foods I can eat without getting a stomach ache. I get someone who reads to me when I’m too lazy to look at words, and sits through those really cringe shows I like to watch on the net.”

   “I like the action.” 

   “Don’t fool yourself. You’re a sucker for the love-triangle drama. But like I said, you’re more than a ‘decent-looking cybernetic deserter with average skills in bed’. You’re my man and you’re my best friend, too. It’s a fair trade between two fairly good-looking people, if I do say so myself.” 

   “Two fairly good-looking people,” he echoes, smiling. “I like that. Can this fairly good-looking guy get a kiss from his extremely good-looking girl?” 

   You give in almost immediately, a muffled laugh pressing against his lips. Echo’s smile is contagious, filling you with nothing short of a delight and giddy excitement as his hand moves down to the space between your hips. With your leg raised up to his hip, it’s easy for him to slide his length between your thighs, tilting it up toward your entrance. With ease, he slides it in, curving his scomp over your hip to give it a little nudge. 

   Your locked lips leave little room for any noise, save for the conjoined moans that you both make in unison. He feels good, but it’s the atmosphere that makes it even better. The happiness. The joy. The perfection of the moment continues like a dream. It feels so light and airy, and Echo’s thickness between your thighs is the cherry on top of it all. 

   When he starts sliding back and forth, smoothly moving in and out with a pace slow enough to make your toes curl, you can’t help but murmur his name into his mouth. He responds with a groan, hips bucking up to greet yours halfway. 

   Side-by-side and chest-to-chest, facing one another as if gazing through a looking glass of love, the position you’re in makes everything feel tighter. The look on Echo’s face, blissed out and drunk with love, is enough to tell you that he’s enjoying the feeling of your thigh hooked over his hip; your hand clenching his shirt; the slow grind that you’re doing in an effort to meet his thrusts. 

   And every push of Echo’s hips against your own is a crack of lightning. The wetness you feel and hear is the storm. His cool scomp against the small of your back is the cold wind. Every slight movement feels like a shocking wave of electricity, buzzing through you over and over and over again. He fills you with his cock but each thrust brings an overflowing pool of emotion with it. Like he’s pushing every ounce of himself and his love into you, reminding you of his comfort. His security. 

   It’s the act of making love that serves as a reminder of how Echo has grown since meeting him. From hiding his prosthetics to touching them along your skin. From barely knowing your name to knowing every like and dislike. From sleeping with his back towards you to being unable to sleep without touching. 

   Sometimes, it feels like he knows your body more than you do. Even now, as he slides his hand and scomp along your skin, as he moves his body, as he kisses and bites and licks your lips, you realize that he’s touching you with admiration. He’s showing you that this body you live in, with every mark and scar and beautiful blemish, is heaven to him.

   You are more than enough, his hands whisper against your skin. 

   Another moan brings you back down from the clouds of ecstasy and you open your eyes, darting them across Echo’s serene expression. As if feeling your gaze, he opens his own eyes and looks right at you, the corner of his lip twitching upward. 

   Damn that stupid, contagious smile. 

   You can’t help it. The grin comes as you dive in for another kiss, giggling and smiling and laughing like two teenagers in love. Two birds perched on a branch without caring how high. Two clouds in the sky, enjoying the breeze that moves them together. Two stars sitting alone in the galaxy, burning for one another without caring for the empty vastness that surrounds them. 

   It’s perfect, it’s blissful, and it’s everything to you and him. 

   It makes the words so easy to say. The words that spill like rain the moment your lips are given a moment of reprieve. 

   “I love you,” you say with every ounce of truth, gazing into soft brown eyes so full of admiration and satisfaction.

And every time you say those three words, Echo melts into you as if hearing them for the first time. He’s brimming with relief at being reminded that you truly do love him for all that he is, even with his hidden and visible scars. Even with his body aches. Even when he can’t look at himself in the mirror. 

   You truly do love him and every time you remind him, Echo is reminded of how much he loves you. 

   Once shy, he no longer has the hesitation to repeat it back with confidence. 

   “I love you too, cyare,” he murmurs, pulling you even closer. Your foreheads press together, the tips of your noses touching in the softest gesture of intimacy.

   It’s the sound of your promise that brings his hips to a stutter. The truth in your voice causes him to slow down. It’s his nose against yours that causes your leg to tighten over his waist. His breath tickles your cheeks, bringing your own grinds to a standstill. 

   The effervescence in your body comes to a boil, ecstasy and bliss buzzing through you from limb to limb. You pull him so close that Echo can no longer move, sheathing him entirely inside of you without the space to pull away. The fullness of his touch and the pure love sitting in his eyes is enough to make you spill over the edge, sending you into a tremble as you tighten around him. 

   Echo clenches his jaw but he fails to withhold his moans, heavy breaths pushing through his nose as he huffs and puffs, spilling inside the comfort of your heat. You can feel him tense, muscles constricting. Through your own orgasmic haze, you watch his cheeks flush red, lashes fluttering as he struggles to find his bearings. 

   The climax rolls through you both in harmony, leaving you breathless at the same time. Your shoulders rise and fall as you hold the side of his face, thumbing his bottom lip with the desire to kiss his expression of pure relief. Echo blinks, sparing a moment to gaze at you before weakly lifting his head to the leg keeping him pinned and sheathed inside of you. 

   “I’m not getting up anytime soon, am I?” 

   “Nope,” you hum happily, popping the ‘p’. “You’re stuck right here with me, handsome. Forever.” 

   He huffs a laugh before pausing and finally nodding in agreement. 

   “I can live with that.” After pressing a lingering kiss to your temple, he brushes your hair back with a palm, smiling. “I know you don’t like it when I say it too much but… thank you.” 

   “You know you’re always welcome… but can I ask what for?” 

   He hums and shrugs his shoulders. 

   “For just being here with me. For having me even with all this.” He gestures to the metal equipment on his head and for a moment you frown, lips pulling downward. With a gentle fingertip, you reach up and caress the piece that covers his ear. 

   “This is you,” you tell him softly, shifting your attention to his eyes. “And I love you. Every part of you that is good and all the parts that you think are bad. I can’t tell the difference because in my eyes, this is you and I’m in love with all of it.” You manage a small smile and he returns it. “Besides, you’re my fairly good-looking best friend-slash-partner with above-average skills in bed. I think I’d die if I didn’t have my daily dose of you.” 

   His laugh is hearty and proud, vivid and beautiful enough to bring a cheeky grin across your face. 

   “Thanks, cyare,” he says lightly, though you know he means it deeply. “You’re the best girl a fairly good-looking guy could ask for.” 

   You giggle, snuggling into his chest with a content hum. “I know.” 

   “Don’t let that get to your head,” he murmurs, resting his cheek against your head. “You’re cocky enough.” 

   “Yeah, but you know you like that about me.” 

   After a moment’s pause, he gives in with a sigh. “You’re right.” 

   “Like always.” 

   “Cyare.” 

   “Hmm?” 

   He shakes his head, chest rumbling with a chuckle. After a pause, he speaks and it is gentle, assuring, and truly, truly appreciative. 

   “I love you.” 

   With your cheek pressed against his shirt, you inhale the comforting smell of him and sigh, closing your eyes with gratitude. 

   “I love you too, handsome.” 

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Cowboy Echo ❤️‍🔥

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nobody tells you this about adult life but being a slut on the internet can help you make friends

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as a kid I was terrified of shopping malls bc I thought darth maul owned all of them and if i went to one he'd show up and kill me and if he didnt buying things there would still fund his evil activities. i have never seen star wars

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Heyo, I have all of these emojis just sitting here, so I made another free pack for all of you lovely people! c: I hope you enjoy using them as much as I enjoyed making em!! 

Includes 17 static emojis, and 2 animated ones! FREE/pay what you want! Find em here: https://ko-fi.com/s/f16c3552d9

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

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have we really got to the point in fandoms where characters can’t have partners? and people can’t self ship, even if a character has a partner?

not to be ‘fandom old,’ or bring up the ‘good old fandom days,’ but back in my day, it was encouraged for canon characters to get partners, and self shippers to continue self shipping, even if said character has a partner.

fiction is fiction, after all. it isn’t real. and there is no harm in simply having fun - for both you, and the fictional characters alike.

characters are allowed to have partners. you are still allowed to self-ship, or even pair them up with an OC. none of this is ‘real,’ so have fun, just stop being a baby if your blorbo winds up with another blorbo

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Scars of the Protector

A (very) short story about how Wrecker got his scars.

This started as a warm up drawing then morphed into this. I'm just in a very Bad Batch mood lately. I've always been curious about Wrecker's scars. I had a dialogue going on in my head what drawing so I thought I'd practice a little writing too! Let me know what you think! I'm always very nervous to share my writing because I have no idea if it's any good 😅 so any constructive criticism is welcome!

Star Wars- The Bad Batch

Word Count: 660

Warnings: Angsty as hell, vague descriptions of battle, vague descriptions of panicking

Scars of the Protector

His hulking form was barely contained in the Bacta tank. The medics seemed doubtful he’d even fit. For the first time in his life, he looked small. Over a day now he floated in the salty healing water, motionless. His brothers watched on in suspense as the hours sluggishly rolled on. If they got him here sooner he’d already be healed and there wouldn’t be scarring like the medics predicted. He’d still have two working eyes and hearing in his left ear. If they actually worked as a team this wouldn’t have happened.

Hunter was always their unquestioned leader, but Wrecker was the protector. Despite his gentle nature, he knew how the regs saw him. A threat. A brute. He took on the role with great pride, always willing to step up. Always willing to fight the battles for his brothers. 

This is our fault.

The unspoken words made the air in the small sterile room heavy. There was no point in saying it out loud, they all knew. The guilt was so evident on their faces. They all panicked and now their brother was paying the price.

From the moment they were born, they were told they were special. Different in a good way. It made them better than the rest. The perfect soldiers. Out there, it made them cocky.

It was their first mission. A battlefield they’d trained for and dreamed about their entire lives. Finally fighting the war they existed for. It should have been second nature, and in a way it was. In the beginning, they flowed with the action flawlessly. The commands and formations drilled into their heads. Was it really this easy? It was, until their numbers started to dwindle. They were forced into a corner in the heat of battle.

After gurgling hours of fighting they were the only ones in the squadron left, surrounded in the rubble with no way out. How could it have gotten this bad? They were better than this, weren’t they? Instead, the prodigy Bad Batch had been reduced to cowering children in the bodies of men. They’d ceased firing. The march of the remaining droids was deafening. They’d all froze, fear gripping their quivering limbs. All of them, except for him. 

Their strongest brother. The explosives expert still had something left to save them. He gathered his final handful of thermal detonators and armed them all quickly. It was more than enough to take care of what clankers were left. He removes his helmet to get a better aim before tossing the charges over their rubble barricade.  

He turned to smile down at his brothers, as he had so many times before, to assure them it was going to be okay now. He’d protected them like he always had. They were safe again. Before he could speak, a single detonator was returned, Wrecker taking nearly all of the blow.  

The battle was won. Medics took hours to arrive.

Most men would be dead, but then again he wasn’t most men. A bred killing machine. A freak. Their brother. And now the only one to wear the evidence of the horrors they’d seen on his face. Something to remind them how they failed him that day, and a quiet promise they’d never let it happen again. They’d all make sure of it. 

They knew he wouldn’t be angry when he woke up. He was never angry. Still, they were afraid of what had changed in him. Would this be the same brother they knew? Would he still smile and laugh the way he always did? Could he even still do that?

Only time and healing will tell, and they stay by his side for all of it.

They all drift in and out of sleep in the medical bay, but none of them ever notice the small eyes peering around the corner. A vigilante gaze, like theirs, that also makes sure her brother would be okay.

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Rex: How dare you wear that hat while in uniform?

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star-crossed lovers (tech x f!reader)

“I could name every star after you,” he whispered honestly, eyes latched onto your own, “But none could ever compare to your beauty.”

summary: the one where tech and his starry-eyed lover go stargazing

rating: X (18+ ONLY) — outdoor sex w/o protection (don't be irresponsible irl!), PiV, lots of fluff and cheesy love

note: I AM BACK!! this is my first fic on tumblr in a really long time and i'm so excited about it!! this is also the first installment of my valentine's day special (which I know will probably last until the day after because *college lectures*) so if you wish to be added to this taglist, let me know in the comments or in my inbox! there will be one lovey-dovey-spicy ficlet for each batcher!

“Okay, what’s that one?”

   The blanket shuffled. Tech tilted his head, pressing his temple against your own as he followed your pointed finger to the stars. You smirked, certain to have caught him at a standstill, only to groan when he stated confidently, “Canerius Minorus, though it is more commonly known to the natives of this planet as Fenios.” 

   You sighed, palming your face. “Every time we stargaze on a new planet, you know all of their constellations. Are there any that you don’t know?” 

   “Of course,” he chuckled, “But I will not say which.”

   You shifted onto your side, propping your head in your hand as you gave him a suspicious, narrow-eyed look. “I smell deception. Please tell me you’re not looking up the information before we land so you have the upper hand.”

   He pursed his lips, slowly smiling. “Ah, then I suppose I won’t.” 

   You gasped, playfully shoving his shoulder. Though you tried to look betrayed, you couldn’t help but laugh and roll your eyes when he turned over, curling his arm around your waist to pull you back into his side. You caught the slip of a smile before he nuzzled his face in the crook of your neck, his cold goggles causing your skin to prickle. 

   Silence settled as you basked in the moonlight, enjoying the cool wind and the warmth of his body pressed against yours. You couldn’t recall the name of this planet but it became apparent that it was now one of your favorites — even at night, the winds weren’t too cold for your dress and the moon was large enough to see every crater and beautiful blue shadow. The stars formed shapes in the beautiful navy sky — constellations that looked like warriors and animals and, at least to Tech, a model-3 speeder he once saw in a catalog back on Ord Mantell. 

   He had no idea, but you fell in love with him all over again right then and there. 

   With him leaning into your side, his arm around your waist and his face pressed tenderly against your neck, you ached to freeze the moment. To capture the vulnerability that he rarely showed. Tech wasn’t always affectionate but when he decided to be, it was as physical as it was affectionate. He loved you in his own way, just as you loved him enough to follow him across the stars. Through toil and trouble, you would always be there for him, just as he would be for you. 

   “Tech?” 

   “Yes, my love.” 

   “What about that constellation right there?” You stretched your arm up to the sky, pointing at a cluster of flickering yellow and blue stars. “The one that looks like an astromech.” 

   He chuckled. “Your imagination never fails to amaze me. That is Etrion, the fabled prince of Kamut.” 

   “Tell me about him.” 

   “Well,” he hummed, raising his arm to point to another constellation. “The tale follows Etrion and his love for the warrior Lem. It is that constellation a few meters off…” Raising your hand, you dragged your fingers up his arm before placing your hand atop his own, mimicking his pointed finger. You purposely pointed in the wrong direction, giggling when he chuckled and murmured lovingly, “No, it’s right- I know that you are humored by this but I did want to tell you the story.” 

   “Okay, sorry,” you chuckled. With a dip of your chin, you kissed his head. “Keep going. I like when you tell me stories.” 

   Even in the dim white moonlight, you caught the slight flush in his cheeks and bit your lip, holding back from peppering his entire face with obsessive kisses. 

   Clearing his throat, he pulled at the collar of his civilian’s shirt. With a huff, he scooted up the blanket, intertwining his fingers with yours as he pressed his temple to your own once again. 

   “There are various adaptations of the story, but the general consensus is that Lem and Etrion secretly fell in love in the sacred palace gardens. As the years passed, Lem grew tired of their silence so he went with confidence to ask the king for his son’s hand in marriage. Because Etrion’s father would not allow his son to marry someone of low status, he sent Lem to complete an impossible task: to name every star in the night sky before he could return to the kingdom and marry the prince. Because of his devotion, Lem set off to do as he’d been told. He went to a barren planet of sand and forced himself in solitude. The first constellation that he ever named was Etrion as a tribute to his beloved.” 

   Keeping your hands intertwined, Tech raised your knuckles to his lips and kissed them. 

   “Many rotations passed before Etrion realized that he could no longer last without his lover.. Leaving behind his riches and status, Etrion fled to the sand dunes. Nothing was heard of the two for years before a scavenger came across a prince’s robe, folded and laid neatly beside a warrior’s armor and an astronomical map with the names of thousands of constellations. Most were written with the hand of a warrior while the final, most eloquently written constellation was labeled Lem.” He pointed back up to the two constellations. “There is no assurance that the two were real, nor is there any evidence that they truly disappeared, but nonetheless, Etrion and his lover remain immortalized in the stars.” 

   “Bound together forever,” you whispered, turning to look at Tech. He followed, facing you with a distant, loving smile on his face. “Immortalized by the stars… Would you do the same for me if you were in Lem’s place?” 

   Tech didn’t hesitate to nod. “Of course.”

  You were definitely in love. In fact, you were more than just in love. You were infatuated with his starry brown gaze and that gentle but present smile on his lips. You adored his knowledge and his stories; his enthusiastic info dumps and that adorable red circle that’d crease around his eyes when he’d remove his goggles. 

   With one smooth swing, you curled your leg over him and sat up atop his waist. His hands sought the warmth of your thighs, sliding up to your hips. Slipping your fingers underneath the hem of his shirt, you slowly moved your hands up his chest, smiling when you watched his adam’s apple bob up and down with a thick swallow. 

   “I could name every star after you,” he whispered honestly, eyes latched onto your own, “But none could ever compare to your beauty.” 

   Right then and there, you melted into love like Etrion and Lem melting into the stars. 

   Leaning down, you pressed your lips to Tech’s, offering the gentlest kiss that you could. The sweet gesture burned brighter as he returned the kiss with stronger fervency, moving a hand up your back while the other cupped your head, holding you close. 

   Your tongue glided across his bottom lip, sliding into his mouth to elicit a faint little moan. Tech’s hands slid higher up your hips, lifting your dress higher… higher… until you finally realized his goal and smiled into the kiss. Tech sat up, keeping you on his lap while he took off your dress. The breeze was warm but ticklish, causing you to shiver and him to chuckle. 

   “Are you cold?” 

   “With you here? Not at all” you teased, giving him a wink when he scoffed and playfully rolled his eyes. Clothed in just your undergarments, you lifted Tech’s shirt in an attempt to even the playing field. He pulled it off of his head and tossed it onto the grass, grinning when you pointedly tapped your nail against the lens of his goggles. 

   Tech cupped the side of your face, eyes of adoration dancing across your face. When his lips returned to your own, his kiss was slow and timed, patient and indulgent in the moment. He kissed you as if he wanted to savor every moment, sculpting hands touching your marble body. Slender fingers unclasped your bra, exposing you to the moonlight as he tossed it aside. The same touch traveled down your spine, a fingertip caressing every bumpy ridge of your back. 

   “I love you,” you whispered against his lips, moving a hand down his chest. He reached down, guiding your fingers to the zipper of his trousers. Tech’s breath hitched when your fingers slipped behind the waistband of his pants, fingertips skimming his erection. 

   Someone’s eager, you amusedly thought to yourself when you noticed his slight grimace of sensitivity. You tilted your head, lips stamping kiss after kiss along his jawline, down his neck, all the way to the dip in his collarbone where you sucked just lightly enough to make him shiver.

   A sudden ripping noise made you break away, eyes flicking right at the knife in Tech’s hand. He’d sneakily retrieved it from his bag, using it to tear the edges of your underwear and make way for a clean removal. Tech gave you a loose smile as he tossed it alongside your discarded underwear, arching his brows as if asking, Impressed? 

   You giggled, slipping his stiff cock out from underneath his grays and aligning it with your impatient heat. With a slow descent, you sheathed yourself atop his dick, eyes rolling back as the fullness of his length and girth filled you up. You didn’t stop until you were sitting flat atop his cock, watching with a drunk gaze as his eyelids flickered, lips parting for a gasp. 

   With your hands on his shoulders and his hands on your hips, you slowly began moving, alternating between a grind and lift. Up and down, back and forth, you moved with the ease of a calm ocean, gentle waves guided by his hands. Tech looked jaded with ecstasy before he leaned forward, dipping his head into the crook of your neck. 

   Sliding your hands around his shoulders, you curled your fingertips through his hair, raking your nails along his scalp while riding out the high of his touch; the stuffed fullness of his dick as it moved in and out, hitting the very spot that made you see stars. With a deep, shaky breath, you rocked your head back, breasts lifting just enough for him to dip his head and capture your nipple between his teeth. He rolled the hard nub between his lips and traced his tongue in circles. 

   Tech let go of your nipple with a pop, wet kisses shifting to the valley of your breast. He suckled the sensitive skin, glancing up at you through his long brown lashes. A fervent adoration of beauty sat in his gaze as he watched you, bodies moving in synchronization while chasing a shared high. 

   Tech’s hands returned to your hips in an effort to help you move faster. He guided you up and down, eyes flickering back and forth between your blissful expression to your bouncing breasts.  Wetting his lips, he stamped kiss after kiss across your chest and up your neck, biting and pulling on your earlobe to make you exhale a giggle. 

   You could feel it then: that bubble just begging to pop. It built up slowly but surely, edging you closer and closer towards the edge of satisfaction. When his hand suddenly grabbed the back of your neck, pulling your head down as to press your foreheads together, you barely had the chance to moan before Tech fiercely kissed you, biting and pulling on your bottom lip out of pure need. 

   It took just a moment before you felt a shiver jolt up your legs. The pressure between your thighs became hot, nearly overwhelming as you ground against him, clit rubbing against his adonis with every wave of your hips. Tech’s eyes screwed shut as you scraped your nails down his back, relishing in his faint moans and whimpers. 

   One final grind was all it took before Tech immediately lifted you off of his cock, darting a hand between your thighs to fulfill the emptiness. His long fingers curled right where you needed it while the heel of his palm rhythmically ground against your throbbing bundle of nerves. It didn’t take long before you were gasping and trembling, clenching around his fingers. Tech fell into step right after you, white ropes of release spraying across your stomach. 

   He slowly eased his fingers out of your sensitive cunt before lifting them to his lips. It sent jolts of electricity buzzing through you when he carefully and nonchalantly licked his fingers clean of your release. Then, as if he wasn’t tired at all, Tech stretched an arm toward the edge of the blanket, plucking a small yellow flower right out of the ground. 

   Gentle hands tucked the flower behind your ear before sliding to the back of your neck, drawing you in for another slow, love-filled kiss. 

   “You cannot fathom how much I love you,” he murmured into your mouth, arms wrapping around your waist. Pulling you close, he laid his head on your chest while you combed your nails through his hair. Briefly glancing up, you caught the constellation Etrion and followed the path of stars leading to the prince’s lover Lem. Their story made you smile and when you glanced back down at Tech, he was already looking up at you with his chin on your sternum, the stars twinkling in his eyes. 

   “Enough to name every star for me?” 

   The corner of his mouth twitched upwards and he nodded. 

   “Enough to spend eternity in the stars with you.” 

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cmon show a little cleavage bro its tasteful

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oh man i just get such a kick outta other people's passions. it's like the opposite of secondhand embarrassment - it's secondhand excitement. like fuck yeah dude! i'm so fucking proud of you! you worked so fucking hard (i remember, i was there, i saw!) and then you made this and it is fucking amazing. it doesn't even have to be good! you don't even have to make anything! i just love that you love something! i fucking bask in that, man. it makes all my meters read "fuck yeah"....... nothing can hurt me i am protected by the warmth of Friends Enjoying Things.......

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All the thirsty Bad Batch people, come get y’all’s food! 😌

This is literally just and excuse to draw some more tatts on Hunter at this point

Also I think Tech deserves to be slightly disheveled and a lil bloody, as a treat <3

Part Two of this drawing

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Congratulations on the autism!

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Gonky’s going to fuck up whoever stole the Marauder and swing back around to pick up the crew, they’ll be fine guys