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dystopicjumpsuit · 11 months ago

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Stars Beyond Number - Chapter 22

The Desire

Rating: M - Minors DNI

Pairings: Echo x Riyo Chuchi; Gregor x OFC Cerra Kilian

Wordcount: 3.3k

Warnings and tags: negative self-talk; Gregor having none of it; SMUT; it's finally happening; oral sex; fingering; body worship; PIV sex; I literally screamed and cried and threw my hands in the air when I typed the last line; I love them so much I can't even

Suggested Listening (strongly recommended, actually; I couldn't believe how perfectly this song fit the chapter when I heard it the first time):

Summary: 😏

A/N: This story shares continuity with Martyrs and Kings, "Double, Double Boil and Trouble" (part 2 here) and "Do It Again," but all the fics can be read as stand-alones.

Between the desire and the spasm

… falls the Shadow

—T. S. Eliot, “The Hollow Men”

“Are you all right?” Gregor asked, his soft eyes trained on Cerra’s.

She nodded. “Sorry.”

“For what?”

“Karking it up like I do everything,” she said.

His eyebrows snapped together. “Why would you say that?”

“Because you deserve better,” she said. “You should be with someone who—”

“I know what I want,” he interrupted before she could talk herself out of it. “It’s you.”

Her breath stilled. “It is?”

“Since the moment I met you.”

“Why didn’t you say anything?” she asked.

He giggled quietly. “Are you serious?”

“No need to be rude,” she said, affronted.

“I’m not trying to be,” he replied. “It’s just the truth. You weren’t ready to move on, and you didn’t need someone pressuring you. You needed a friend, and if you decide that you’re never ready for more than that, then I’ll still be the luckiest man in the karking galaxy to be the one who’s there for you.”

Her eyes burned. She dropped her forehead to rest against his neck, and he wrapped his arms gently around her back, rubbing comforting circles between her shoulder blades.

“I don’t deserve you,” she whispered.

“True,” Gregor agreed cordially, pulling a reluctant chuckle from her as she smacked his shoulder. “Sorry, were you done floggin’ yourself, or did I interrupt? I could come back later…”

“Gods, you’re the worst,” she laughed.

“You can keep going if you want. Or…” he paused and kissed her shoulder softly. “We could…” He kissed her again, closer to her neck. “Try something else.”

He licked along her skin until he reached the base of her throat. She tilted her head to the side, exposing her neck as she inhaled deeply.

“Gregor,” she sighed.

“Mmm,” he rumbled, working his way down her sternum.

His bare hand slipped up her waist and beneath her bra to cup her breast. She took in a soft, deep breath as she arched her body into his touch. The rough fabric of his glove scraped lightly across her tender skin as he slid his other hand under the band of her bra. He pulled his mouth away from her long enough to tug the garment over her head, and then his lips closed around her nipple as his tongue swirled over her.

“You taste amazing,” he whispered against her skin.

He dropped his hands to her hips to dip beneath the compression suit and coax it down her legs. She shifted in the seat to ease its progress, and Gregor took shameless advantage of her momentary helplessness to drag her to the edge of the seat and spread her thighs wide over his broad pauldrons as his mouth worked its way down her body, kissing, licking, biting, sucking.

He reached her pelvis at last, slowing his progress as he inched lower with aching deliberateness until at last his tongue dipped into her. Her reaction was electric. She convulsed with a cry, her body hypersensitive from years of denying her physical needs. Her thighs tightened around him as she practically levitated off the seat. He gripped her hips and pressed her back down, his strong fingers digging into her flesh. He swirled his tongue around her clit and into her cunt.

“Fuck!” she sobbed as her fists tightened in his hair. “Fuck, fuck, Gre—”

He groaned against her and murmured something indecipherable. His hand brushed over her knee, then drifted leisurely up the inside of her thigh, taking his time despite her desperation. By the time he finally reached his target and eased two fingers into her, she was shaking and writhing beneath him, and that delicious stretch was all it took to push her beyond the limits of her control.

In her deprived, overwrought state, her body took over and hurled her into an unexpected orgasm that shattered her vision and wrenched a broken scream from her throat. His thick, agile fingers dragged inside her, working to prolong her climax as he gazed up at her with an expression of utter bliss and adoration in his eyes.

He gentled his movements as she came down from her high. He kissed the soft skin of her abdomen, and she tugged ineffectually at his cuirass, trying vainly to pull him closer to her. He lifted her naked body off the chair and settled her on his lap. In his full armor, he wasn’t a particularly comfortable seat, but she snuggled her face against his neck through the soft black fabric of his undersuit as she shuddered and trembled in his embrace.

They sprawled on the floor of the cockpit, bathed in the gentle, warm glow of the nebula. Gregor cradled her in his arms, circling his thumbs slowly across her bare skin as he rested his cheek against her head. He stroked his fingers lightly over her short, velvety hair.

“Your hair is so soft,” he whispered. “I’ve never seen it this long.”

“Didn’t exactly have a way to keep it shaved while I was rotting in the Venator brig,” she replied with a low laugh.

“I like it,” he replied, pressing his lips against her head, and then again behind her ear, and a third time, along the side of her neck.

”Yeah?”

”Mm-hmm,” he hummed, his voice vibrating gently on her sensitive skin.

“Should I grow it back out?”

”Not unless you want to.” His warm breath sent a shiver through her as he whispered next to her ear. “You’re hot as fuck either way.”

She sighed happily and trailed her fingertips up his arm, looking for the small gaps between the plastoid where she could feel his body heat through the undersuit.

“You are wearing way too much armor,” she murmured.

He chuckled. “Have to admit the codpiece is feeling a little tight.”

She huffed quietly and unclipped his vambraces, tugging them off his forearms and setting them aside. She interlaced her fingers with his and slowly pulled off his remaining glove, allowing it to drop to the floor. Next, she fumbled with his rerebraces and grumbled under her breath.

“Why is this so karking hard to take off?” she asked as irritably as she could, considering that her brain was still flooded with a blissful post-orgasmic haze.

“Because the point is for it to stay on,” he said.

She arched an impatient brow at him, and he shot her a smug grin.

“A little help?” she asked.

He brushed his fingers beneath her jaw and tilted her face up so he could kiss her, then leaned back and began to pull off his upper body armor, stacking it one piece at a time as he did. As he worked, Cerra began to trace her fingers across the bare skin of his neck and the base of his skull. His eyes flicked to hers, and he smirked, continuing his task. Undaunted, she leaned close and licked the shell of his ear softly. He shivered, and she heard his breath catch, but his concentration didn’t break.

Once he was stripped down to his waist, though, he had his revenge. He wrapped his arms around her and flipped them over so she was lying on her back with his body between her thighs. The durasteel floor was hard and cold against her skin, and she was briefly, ridiculously relieved that she’d had the cleaning droid work over the freighter the day before she left for Daiyu. Gregor covered her body with kisses as he fumbled with his belt.

She wrapped her legs around his waist with a soft giggle, and he nipped at her skin in retaliation, rocking his codpiece against her. Her breath caught, and she moaned at the pressure.

“Kriff, don’t make those noises,” he rasped. “I can barely fit in this codpiece as it is.”

“Bragging?” she teased.

“Stating a fact,” he replied, grazing his lips lightly over her bruised shoulder. “You taste like bacta.”

“I thought you said I tasted amazing,” she said.

“You do,” he replied. “But this part of you also tastes like bacta.”

She heard a clatter of duraplast, and Gregor grunted in relief, having successfully freed himself from the codpiece while he distracted her.

“Maybe you should kiss me somewhere else, then,” she suggested, cupping her hand under his chin to bring his face toward hers. “Hey, soldier. My lips are up here.”

He gazed at her mouth. “I don't want to hurt you again.”

Her heart lurched.

“Please,” she whispered.

He swallowed. Raising his hand to her cheek, he caressed her with utmost tenderness, barely touching his thumb to her lower lip. He glanced uncertainly up at her eyes, and he leaned down slowly, pausing close to her face, but not quite making contact.

“Cerra…”

“I trust you,” she breathed.

The touch of his lips was so soft it was almost imperceptible. Her eyes fluttered closed as her lips parted, as though she could block out every distraction and only drift in the sensation of his kiss. She teased his lips with the tip of her tongue, encouraging him to kiss her more deeply, and he complied with incredible care, taking his cues from her, but pulling away far sooner than she would have preferred. Perhaps it was for the best; her judgment was not to be trusted when she wanted him to consume her.

He nuzzled her cheek gently. “Your lips taste like bacta, too. Worth it, though.”

She laughed quietly as he sat up. She smoothed her hands up his torso, slipping her fingertips into the magseal of his undersuit and easing it open. The suit gave way to reveal the broad expanse of his chest, and he shrugged out of the top of the suit. From her vantage point on the floor, Cerra stared up at him, admiring the way the soft golden light glazed his warm, smooth skin and reflected in his amber eyes. His chest rose and fell quickly, and she longed to touch him.

She traced her fingertips up his abdomen, then flattened her palms against him. Gods, it had been so long since she’d felt someone else’s skin against her own. She glided over his pectorals and up to his shoulders, then back down again to ease the undersuit further down his hips until his cock sprang free, fully erect. Closing her hand around him, she squeezed gently, and a glossy bead of precum appeared at the tip. She licked her lips at the sight and started to lean toward him.

“Don’t even think about it,” he said, pressing her back down to the floor.

She looked up at him, startled. “You don’t like—”

“Not until you’re healed,” he said firmly.

“Not even a taste?” she asked, giving him the softest tooka eyes she could muster.

“Absolutely not,” he replied. “Those big eyes don’t fool me. I know you, Cerra. You won’t stop until you get what you want, and we are not playing that game right now.”

“You’re no fun,” she pouted.

“Oh, I can think of plenty of other ways we can have fun,” he grinned.

“Do any of them start with moving to a bunk?” she asked. “This floor is ridiculously hard.”

“It’s not the only thing,” he laughed.

He stood, then pulled her to her feet. She seized the opportunity to wrap her fingers around his cock again, dragging her hand over it slowly. She brushed her thumb over the tip, and then raised it to her mouth, flicking her tongue out to taste the clear fluid as mischief danced in her eyes.

“Fuck,” Gregor groaned. “You are testing my limits.”

“Oh, no, anything but that,” she whispered.

“I should’ve known you’d be a brat,” he giggled, scooping her up and tossing her over his shoulder as she shrieked with delighted laughter.

He carried her down the corridor to the crew quarters and selected one at random, depositing Cerra on the bed carefully. She sat up to watch him with open admiration as he removed his remaining armor and undersuit.

Holy kriff, he was built. She’d spent months trying not to look at him too closely, trying to avoid the inevitable reminders of Fives. As he stripped, though, she finally let herself take a good look. He did resemble Fives—that was inescapable—but there were differences as well. The scars were different; the tattoos were different. Gregor was older than her husband had ever had a chance to be, and she could see it in his body. Between that and the commando’s genetically enhanced muscle density, he was broader and bigger than Fives, and she was quietly relieved. She wasn’t sure she would have been able to sort through her confusion if his body had been truly identical to Fives.

“Enjoying the view?” he teased, and she raked her gaze slowly up his body until she met his eyes.

“Very much,” she said, her voice low and husky.

He crawled onto the bed, caging her between his arms and legs. She reached up to stroke the side of his neck as he kissed her, and she could feel the pulse of his racing heartbeat beneath her fingertips. He pressed her back slowly until she lay on the bed. She slid her hands up his thighs as he straddled her hips, shifting beneath him to try to press herself closer to his body, but he held himself back from her.

She made an indignant little noise of protest and tried to pull him down, but he didn’t budge. He just kept kissing her with utmost gentleness when she wanted him to ruin her. She could feel his cock brushing against her abdomen, rock-hard, hot, and already slick with need.

She knew he wanted her just as badly as she wanted him. Reaching between their bodies, she wrapped her hands around his cock and stroked him languidly. He broke away from her mouth with a groan and rested his forehead against hers, eyes squeezed tightly shut.

“Fuck, I’m trying to be careful, but you’re not making it easy,” he rasped.

“I can take it, Gregor,” she whispered. “You don’t have to be careful.”

He pushed himself back, sinking down so his thighs rested on top of her hips, trapping her in place. He stared down at her, shaking his head slightly. He trailed his fingertips over her cheek.

“Kriff, you’re so beautiful,” he said. “All the times I imagined this, I never once thought it might actually happen.”

“You imagined it?” she asked.

He giggled. “All the time. That day that we went to the market, I almost came in the shower just from hearing the sounds you were making. Didn’t even have to touch myself.”

Her eyes widened. “You were so quiet! I thought you were mad at me.”

“I had the water as cold as it would go, and I was reciting all the components of a DC-17m in my head.”

She pondered for a moment. “Is that why you were so relaxed when you came out? Because you—”

“Took care of things,” he said with a shrug. “What else was I supposed to do? Walk around the garage with a raging hard on?”

She laughed and captured his wrist, pressing her lips into his palm, then kissing a trail up his forearm. “Maybe I would have gotten a clue sooner if you had.”

He smiled, but his eyes were troubled. “All the times I imagined it, I never thought it would be like this.”

“What do you mean?” she asked.

He barely touched his hand to her injured shoulder, and she flinched involuntarily.

“See?” he asked. “I can’t just… take you—as much as I want to. I’ve got to be careful with you. I’m still working out the best strategy.”

Her heart lurched. Of course. Even now, he was watching her back: protecting her, even from himself.

“It doesn’t have to be that complicated,” she whispered. “We can just… start. And if it feels good, we can keep going, and if it hurts, we can try something else.”

He moved his fingertips lower, skimming over her breasts and circling her nipples. “Is this all right? Does it feel good?”

“Yes,” she whispered. “So good.”

He made a pleased little hum and shifted, moving to sit behind her on the bed and drawing her back against his chest. He continued to play with her breasts as she leaned against him, feeling the rigid length of his cock press against her back. He kissed the side of her head, and then the shell of her ear, working his mouth slowly down her neck and onto her shoulder. Her eyes drifted closed, and she sighed softly.

Encouraged by her reaction, his hand stole down her body and in between her thighs, his fingers brushing over her clit with feather-light pressure, again and again, before slipping into her. She was beyond ready, and he met no resistance as he sank into her slick warmth. She heard his breath stutter harshly.

“Holy kriff,” he groaned. “You are so wet, my gods.”

He worked her open gently, and she couldn’t hold back her tiny, breathless sounds of pleasure.

“Kark, you drive me wild when you make those noises,” he whispered, grinding his cock against her lower back.

She squirmed against him, desperate to feel more. “Please, please—”

“What is it, love?”

“I need more,” she said. “I need you.”

He pressed his lips against her neck, just below her ear. “You can have me, then.”

He withdrew his fingers from her body and guided her around until she sat in his lap, facing him as he aligned his cock with her cunt and sank gradually into her. She tilted her hips to accommodate him, breathing hard, as he stretched her in ways she hadn’t felt in years. Lovely, strong, warm hands massaged across her back and shoulders, pulling her close to him as he gazed up into her eyes.

“Is this what you wanted?” he asked.

She nodded, unable to speak. He kissed her again, so gently, so carefully, as he began to move. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders, holding tightly as their bodies worked in perfect synchrony, their hips rolling together, their breath coalescing. He dropped his head to rest on her sternum, and she leaned her cheek against his hair as she slid her hands up the back of his head.

He shifted their angle slightly, his hands descending to grip her hips as he began to drive into her harder and faster, thrusting against a place deep inside her in a way that rapidly stoked the tension in her body until she felt as though every muscle and nerve had wound itself into an impossibly tight knot at the base of her spine.

He reached between their bodies and pressed his fingers against her clit, working in tiny, frantic circles, until all her muscles seized, arching her back and clamping her legs around his waist as she shattered. She barely heard his hoarse grunt as he thrust into her one last time, burying himself as deeply as she could take him, emptying into her as she sobbed with pleasure.

He whimpered quietly as his lips found hers, his tongue sweeping into her mouth as she rode out the last few moments, drawing out the pleasure until her muscles gave out and she collapsed against him. He held her close to him and leaned them back until they were lying on the bed. Her head rested against his chest, and she listened as the pounding of his heart began to slow and the deep, gasping breaths of his lungs gradually returned to normal.

Exhaustion pulled at her. Her entire body felt boneless and relaxed—safe for the first time in weeks. Gregor toyed aimlessly with the short hair at the nape of her neck, and her eyes drifted closed as she sank into oblivion. As she crossed the threshold into unconsciousness, she wasn’t sure whether she heard or imagined his quiet whisper.

”I love you, too.”

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dangraccoon · 3 months ago

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Character Master List 1 (2)

Taglist Form! Read on AO3! Main Masterlist!

Key: ⛈️ = Angst/Whump 🧸 = Fluff 🩹 = Hurt/Comfort ❤️‍🔥 = Smut [NSFW 18+ ONLY] 🪭 = Suggestive [18+ ONLY]

Note: Fics are listed for all characters who play a prominent role in the fic. Fics with a * next to them indicate that the character is not the main focus of the story

🩹 Glory Cody & Commander Batch

⛈️ Awake Now Cody x Obi-Wan Kenobi, Cody & Fox

🩹 A Good Run* Rex & Echo, Rex & Cody

⛈️ To Rest* Obi-Wan Kenobi x Cody

🪭 A Hunch Cody x Obi-Wan Kenobi

🩹 Foolish Cody x Obi-Wan Kenobi

⛈️ Conspiracies* Echo & Fox, Echo & Rex

⛈️ Just Fine Cody & Rex, Cody x Obi-Wan Kenobi

❤️‍🔥 Alluring Crosshair x OFC Mina Menall

🩹 Nightmare Crosshair x GN!Reader

❤️‍🔥 Target Practice Crosshair x M!Reader

⛈️ Someday I Might Crosshair & Omega

🩹 I Won't Leave You Crosshair & Hunter

⛈️ Like I Should Have* Hunter & Crosshair

⛈️ Not To Think Crosshair & Echo

⛈️ Still Remember* CX-Tech & Crosshair

🩹 I Feel Cold* Omega & Crosshair

🩹 Let's Live Crosshair & Wrecker

❤️‍🔥 Desirable Echo x OFC Mina Menall

🧸 Just Borrowing Echo x GN!Reader

🩹 I'm Different Echo x GN!Reader

❤️‍🔥 I'm Ready Echo x M!Reader

⛈️ Anything Echo & Fives, Echo & Rex

⛈️ Ara'vod* Fives

⛈️ Not To Think* Crosshair & Echo

🩹 Not Good* Tech & Echo

⛈️ You Promised* Omega & Hunter, Rex & Echo

🩹 Lost and Found Echo x F!Reader

🩹 A Good Run* Rex & Echo, Rex & Cody

🪭 Warm Echo x GN! Reader, GN!Reader & Domino Squad

⛈️ Conspiracies Echo & Fox, Echo & Rex

⛈️ So Close Fives & Rex

⛈️ Ara'vod Fives & Echo

⛈️ Don't Forget Fives & Rex

🪭 Warm* Echo x GN! Reader, GN!Reader & Domino Squad

⛈️ Awake Now* Cody x Obi-Wan Kenobi, Cody & Fox

⛈️ Ending It Fox & Palpatine, Fox & Bail Organa, Fox x Riyo Chuchi

⛈️ Conspiracies* Echo & Fox, Echo & Rex

❤️‍🔥 Aphrodisiac Hunter x OFC Mina Menall

🧸 Preoccupied Hunter x GN!Reader

❤️‍🔥 Taking the Edge Off Hunter x M!Reader

🧸 Double Agent Hunter x GN!Reader

🩹 I Won't Leave You* Crosshair & Hunter

⛈️ Like I Should Have Hunter & Crosshair

⛈️ Roast Hunter x GN!Reader

⛈️ Let Them Go* Wrecker & TBB

⛈️ You Promised* Omega & Hunter, Rex & Echo

⛈️ You Let Them Hunter & Tech, Hunter & Omega

⛈️ I Will Never Hunter & Bugg (OC)

�� Whatever You’ll Let Me Hunter x F!Reader

⛈️ Awake Now* Cody x Obi-Wan Kenobi, Cody & Fox

⛈️ To Rest Obi-Wan Kenobi x Cody

🪭 A Hunch* Cody x Obi-Wan Kenobi

🩹 Foolish* Cody x Obi-Wan Kenobi

🧸 Sweet Like Candy* Wrecker x GN!Reader

🧸 Double Agent* Hunter x GN!Reader

⛈️ Someday I Might* Crosshair & Omega

🩹 I Feel Cold Omega & Crosshair

⛈️ You Promised Omega & Hunter, Rex & Echo

⛈️ You Let Them* Hunter & Tech, Hunter & Omega

🪭 Whatever You’ll Let Me* Hunter x F!Reader

⛈️ Priorities Rex x GN!Reader

⛈️ Anything* Echo & Fives, Echo & Rex

⛈️ So Close* Fives & Rex

⛈️ You Promised* Rex & Echo, Rex & Omega

🩹 A Good Run Rex & Echo, Rex & Cody

⛈️ Don't Forget* Fives & Rex

⛈️ Who is in Control? Rex & Anakin Skywalker

⛈️ Conspiracies* Echo & Fox, Echo & Rex

⛈️ Just Fine* Cody & Rex, Cody x Obi-Wan Kenobi

🧸 Sweet Like Candy* Wrecker x GN!Reader

❤️‍🔥 Improper Tech x OFC Mina Menall

🧸 Reminders Tech x GN!Reader

❤️‍🔥 Resourceful Tech x M!Reader

🩹 What I Said Tech x GN!Reader

🪭 Evidence and Luck Tech x Phee

🪭 Eventually Tech x Phee

⛈️ Look Around Tech & TBB

⛈️ Still Remember CX-Tech & Crosshair

🩹 Not Good Tech & Echo

⛈️ Enough Time Tech & TBB, Tech x Phee

🩹 A Life for a Life* Wrecker & Tech

⛈️ How Do I Save You? Tech x Phee

⛈️ You Let Them* Hunter & Tech, Hunter & Omega

🩹 It's Still You Tech x Phee

🧸 Sweet Like Candy Wrecker x GN!Reader

❤️‍🔥 Intimate Wrecker x OCF Mina Menall

🧸 Dogwood Flowers Wrecker x GN!Reader

🧸 Sharing is Caring Wrecker x M!Reader

❤️‍🔥 You're On Wrecker x M!Reader

⛈️ Catching Up Wrecker & Tech

⛈️ Let Them Go Wrecker & TBB

🩹 A Life for a Life Wrecker & Tech

⛈️ I Don't Know Anymore Wrecker

🩹 Let's Live* Crosshair & Wrecker

🧸 Frightful Wrecker x GN!Reader

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archivewriter1ont · 20 days ago

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20 Fic Writer Questions

I saw this and it said “whoever has AO3” so I assume I can join in, maybe? I’m so new to all of this social media stuff and even the SW fandoms!

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

36 (since May 2024)

2. What's your A03 word count?

137,911

3. What fandoms do you write for?

The Clone Wars and The Bad Batch (I've got unpublished stuff for Leverage and the Librarians but it's not postable yet and likely never will be.)

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

A Tale of Two Snarks: Echo and Crosshair (9,089 words)

I Know Your Name as My Brother: Adopting Echo (25,972 words)

Echo and the Cadet Batch (8,284 words) (WIP, updated on Wednesdays)

Safe Place (11,063 words)

You're an Idiot (But You're Ours) (1,797 words)

6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I don’t think I have a ton of angsty endings... I try to end everything off on a good/comforting/happier note.

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Adopting Echo! Or maybe A New Hope or First Word... I can’t decide! I love fix-it happy endings with the reunited Batch on Pabu.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Thankfully I don’t! Most comments people leave have me grinning, giggling, or kicking my feet (sometimes all of the above).

9. Do you write smut? If so what kind?

Nope. Nada. Zilch.

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

Not yet... That’s when we start getting into that Librarians and Leverage territory. Christian Kane’s characters are so good in both of them, but it’s difficult to decide on the mechanics of a crossover.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of, thank goodness!

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Not that I'm aware.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

I’ve done some collaborating with my sister on a few but nothing to the point of being cowritten. Some of the bigger ones we have planned may require it though!

14. What's your all-time favorite ship?

Canon? Tech/Phee!! ♥️

Headcanon? Commander Cody/Riyo Chuchi. Rare pair, I know, but once I had that thought I can’t get it out of my head! He’s competent, she’s competent: he’s two hundred-ish pounds of walking tank and she’s a little spitfire who has zero issues stating her opinion, no matter how unpopular. I’m working on a fic starring these two but work/writing/life balances are making it difficult.

15. What's a WIP you'd like to finish but doubt you ever will?

I plan to finish all of them! 😁 The one that will probably take the longest, though, is a novelization of the four TBB episodes in CW season 7. There’s so much to touch on and explore.

16. What are your writing strengths?

I'm still polishing up pretty much everything since I used to mainly write nonfiction and that's so different from writing fiction, but if I had to pick one I'd probably say sibling interaction. I feel a kind of similarity to the Batch in some ways because I'm also tactile and very clingy. Being a twin informs a lot of the hurt/comfort or just plain comfort scenarios I like to write.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Definitely endings and beginnings.🤣 If I write the ending out before the rest of the fic, I'm usually okay, but crafting the beginning line always seems to take longer than everything else!

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

If I have a good translator program I don't mind. I haven't done a lot with that in my nonfiction, but I am using a ton of Spanish in a novel I'm currently working on.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

The Bad Batch!

20. Favorite fic you've ever written?

It's a 3-way tie between the ongoing Protect Them series, Adopting Echo, and Cadet Batch.

#the bad batch #star wars #sw tbb #fic writing

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sashketter · 8 months ago

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The Captain and the Senator

Chapter 2 - Coruscant Covers

Summary: Riyo Chuchi shelters Rex and Echo in her senatorial living quarters for the night. With Echo fast asleep, Rex confronts Riyo about the danger she’s in, and sexy time ensues.

Word count: 4.2k

Warning: Porn With Plot. Starts with angst, continues with sexy times, ends with fluff. Oral (M and F receiving), fingering, PiV, unprotected sex (no glove, no love), creampie, cockwarming.

Notes: This take place after season 2 episode 8 of The Bad Batch, “Truth and Consequences.” It’s my first attempt at writing something spicy, and it, uh... got away from me lol This can be read as a standalone separate from the series. However, subsequent sexy times in the series will build off this chapter.

Chapter 1 - Table of Contents - Chapter 3

“Senator, a word?” Rex’s voice rumbles close behind her.

Riyo places a blanket over a lightly snoring Echo, prone and peaceful on her sofa. Rex had insisted that the corporal shower first after the senator. He had arrived at the apartment hours earlier, after all, and the captain wanted a chance to do his own sweep of the premises. Echo fell asleep as soon as he changed clothes.

Rex stood bare-chested with a Pantoran guard’s purple pants hanging loosely around his waist. A damp towel hung over his left shoulder.

Riyo pivots to face him. “Of course,” she whispers. Rex turns and misses her blush lavender.

Despite Rex’s misgivings about staying with the senator, he was grateful for the change in pace and scenery. He had spent countless rotations frantically hiding his movements, scurrying between the Outer and Mid Rims and scavenging sources in dark corners while subsisting almost exclusively on caf. It all blurred together in a sleepless haze. He more than welcomed having the Pantoran guards relieve him of watch duty while he enjoyed the use of a ready fresher. Riyo’s apartment was modest compared to other senators’, but it was luxurious to the clones who had been on the run since the fall of the Republic.

Riyo follows Rex down the hall. The door to the fresher is open, steam still clinging to the mirror and drifting above her head. Rex pops his arm inside quickly to discard the towel on the vanity and turn off the light. Something about the movement strikes the senator, his seeming familiarity with her surroundings, and she wonders idly if he’s known apartments like hers before. She shakes her head at the thought of Rex off-duty, her focus landing instead on the muscles on his back as they twist and go taut on their way to her bedroom. She looks down and tries to rub the heat from her cheeks.

Rex walks through the double doors and holds one side open for Riyo. She smells her soap on him as she passes. She walks to the bedside table on the left and turns on the two lamps on either side of her bed, their low warmth contrasting with the cool lights of Coruscant glowing through the floor-to-ceiling windows.

Rex faces and closes the doors quietly. “Senator, we appreciate your help,” he starts cautiously, “but you need to trust my judgment on this.” His shoulders hunch as he looks down and rubs the back of his head.

Riyo blinks in surprise. “On what exactly?”

He turns around to look at her, eyebrows furrowed on the edge of anger. “I know you don’t think my presence here is necessary, but you’re in greater danger than you realize.” His voice is low and gruff. “The emperor wanted you to expose Rampart. That was his plan. He was using you, and now you’re a loose end.” For a brief moment, Rex remembers when he himself had been unwittingly used against his brothers and winces at the memories of Umbara.

Riyo hadn’t thought ahead to what the consequences of her actions might be. She had only hoped to provide the clones with some amount of justice. Now knowing the depth of the emperor’s cunning and forethought, she wonders how far he would go to keep her from revealing more.

She sits at the foot of the bed, her hands on her knees. “What could he do? The Senate would never stand—"

“The Senate doesn’t need to know for the emperor to act.” Rex enunciates each word like stubborn nails to be hammered home hard. His stare is cold steel.

Riyo flinches. She remembers friends and colleagues who had faced threats to their lives because of their political stances. Padmé, Onaconda, the Duchess of Mandalore, even Bail – all bore the bouts and bruises with dignity. Still, she always looked on in shock and horror that such brutality could exist at the center of a centuries’ old republic. Never could she have imagined that she herself could be caught in the crosshairs of the highest ruling member of the government she serves.

Rex watches the senator contemplate his words. He hadn’t meant to upset her, but he can see fear start to creep into her face. Before he could move to comfort her, she stands and crosses the floor to him.

She’s all determination, her voice as firm as his. “I said I wouldn’t give up.” She stops just a hair’s breath away from him. She pulls herself up to her full height and stares up into the captain’s eyes. “I appreciate all that you’ve done for me, Rex. I can’t thank you enough for saving my life.” Rex starts to shake his head, but she puts a hand up to stop him. “I apologize if I seemed to question your counsel before, but I can’t ask you to put yourself in more danger just for me.” Tears start to blur her vision, so she takes a deep breath to collect herself and raises her chin. “After all you and the clones have sacrificed, it’s my turn to protect you.”

Rex freezes in surprise. He had expected her to say something about fighting or putting herself in danger for him and was ready to counter, but this was a different tack. This wasn’t a reckless inversion of their duties or a desperate attempt to lash out at him or the emperor or anyone else standing in her way. This was care and reciprocation. This was a clear declaration of her intentions as a senator and an assumption of responsibility as another living being – something more than a soldier and a politician in a mutually beneficial arrangement. This was loyalty.

Rex stands for what feels like a lifetime. Unsure of his thoughts, Riyo instinctively reaches out to comfort him and meets the bare warmth of his abdomen. Her fingers pull back, but not fast enough. Rex catches her hand. Eyes fixed on her knuckles, he brings them up to his lips and kisses the backs of her fingers. He had meant it as a gesture of gratitude, something he’d seen his Jedi general do several times with high-ranking women, but he feels Riyo’s breath hitch. He catches her eyes glow darker with something more than surprise. Testing her nerve and looking for his own, he closes his eyes and turns her palm to cup the side of his face, his hand warm over hers. Riyo holds her breath as she watches him. Eons pass before he opens his eyes.

For the second time in half a rotation, Rex reconsiders Riyo Chuchi. During the war, she had been just another politician to him; one of the good ones, he had decided. While it was true that they had technically known each other for a long time, they were never close and had no reason to be. Their disparate duties kept them apart, him on the battlefield and her on the Senate floor. In this respect, not much had changed. But the galaxy had, more than they could imagine, and it was forcing them to change in ways they couldn’t predict. Adapt and survive. With this in mind, Rex was ready to take the next step.

Riyo never saw brown as bright and fiery as in Rex’s eyes. She searches his gaze and finds a mix of fear and determination, but no hesitation. Gravity seems to lurch as she steps into him and his hand reaches for the back of her head. Their mouths meet in a muffled moan. His stubble scratches her cheeks, but his warm lips and probing tongue soothe any anxieties she might have had just a moment ago. All the danger in the galaxy could wait while the captain and the senator seal their alliance.

Rex makes quick work of the buttons on her loose pajama top. Featherlight fingertips push the periwinkle fabric off her shoulders, and he brings her to equal his state of undress. His right hand finds the nape of her neck, his left the side of her waist, and he pulls her back into a slow, tender kiss. Her hands move down his forearms and reach for his chest, looking for purchase and finding only unyielding muscle. Unable to grasp him, she hooks a finger into the waistband of his pants and walks them both towards the bed. His hands leave her face and trail after her own waistband. He keeps his breath on her lips, not wanting to break contact. She sits down when the backs of her legs hit the edge of her mattress.

Wasting no time, Riyo rids Rex of his trousers and comes back up to do the same with his briefs. He stops her with a hand over hers.

“Wait,” Rex pants, his head swimming. “Senator, you don’t have to–”

“Call me Riyo, Rex,” she says softly. She frees her hand and works his briefs down to meet the purple fabric already around his ankles. “Please.”

Before Rex could breathe her name, she grabs him midshaft and places his head in her warm and waiting mouth. She pinches her lips as his frenulum meets the flat of her tongue, and he moans raggedly at the sensation.

Riyo quickly finds her rhythm and bobs in earnest. Her hand covers where her mouth can’t reach, and her wrist twists with each pass. She hollows her cheeks and sucks hard, breathing tightly through her nose. She lays her tongue flat against the underside of his shaft, and her mouth waters as her tongue explores every bump and vein. Wet, sucking sounds fill the air and grow louder to match Rex’s low moans. Eventually, she works herself up to take him further down her throat where she swallows shallowly. It earns her a breathy grunt, so she holds him there until he starts to paw at her hair and buck lightly into her face. She looks up to find Rex watching her intently, brows furrowed and jaw tight. The pained look on his face betrays the intensity of his impending orgasm.

“Riyo, stop,” he gasps, fighting hard not to come. She cups his balls and dislodges her mouth. He growls, “My turn.”

Rex takes a step back away from her grip. He bends down and finds her mouth with his. Any sense of apprehension is blown away when he feels her wet chin. He uses the kiss to push her back flat onto the bed. He breaks away to start a scorching trip down her torso. He presses soft lips and burning stubble to her neck and collarbone, stopping to nip and lick at her left shoulder, before continuing to her chest and leaving a damp trail of wet kisses down the valley of her breasts. He palms and kneads her soft mounds before dragging the flat of his tongue from her breastbone to her right nipple. Her head feels light from the sensation.

Riyo’s hands leave Rex’s scalp to try to push her pants off, but her knees connect with his erection, and he groans. Before she can apologize, he mouths at her stomach, and his hands wriggle her pants over her hips and down her legs. He leans back up over her for another kiss, soft and sweet in contrast to the rigid tension bumping into her leg. Riyo’s mouth waters at the thick sight, but Rex still has one piece of clothing left to remove. He heads back down her body and grazes his teeth on her left hip bone before biting on the thin strap of her underwear and pulling it down past her knees. Hunger and anticipation linger between them.

Rex stands as he reaches Riyo’s feet, bringing her legs up in the air and her heels on his chest. He throws the last piece of fabric behind him. Rough hands slide down the sides of her legs as he slowly lowers his knees to the floor. When she can, she bends her knees and rests her legs on either side of his head. He shifts his hands to the insides of her thighs and parts them, wedging his wide shoulders between her knees. Riyo feels impossibly exposed, but Rex kisses and rubs his cheeks on the insides of her thighs, calming her. He watches her blush from violet to mulberry wine, holding her gaze with promises of intoxication.

With a wink, Rex licks from opening to clit, earning him a mewl muffled by the hand that isn’t squeezing his hand on her thigh. As he laps and sucks on her bundle of nerves, Riyo starts writhing, her back arching off the bed and her heels pressing into his back and shoulders. Her movements push him on. He parts her folds with two gentle fingertips and searches first with the tip of his tongue and then with the flat of it flush and rolling against her inner lips. Her moans start to rumble from lower in her abdomen.

Riyo glistens from mound to cleft, but Rex wants more. Focusing his tongue on her clit, he pushes his middle finger in to the second knuckle and looks up in time to find her biting down on her own. He thrusts shallowly until he can feel her dripping down his finger and then adds his forefinger. Her hands fly to her sides, clawing the sheets and releasing her howls.

“Careful, senator,” Rex rumbles low as he seats his fingers fully and starts to slide. “Don’t want to wake the trooper in the other room.” In and out, in and out, from the webs of his hands to the tips of his fingers, never leaving her folds.

Riyo’s laugh turns into a moan. She looks down at him, determined to say, “Speaking from experience, captain?” She’d heard the stories. Not of Rex specifically, though she knew those must exist, too, but of the clones and their fan clubs and parties and incident reports.

Rex catches the allusion, but files it away for later. For now, he starts to kiss his way back up her torso, the two fingers massaging her walls now joined by his thumb on her clit. She’s chanting his name between breathy whispers and resonant groans. When he reaches her face, she uses both hands to pull him in for a searing kiss, open-mouthed and searching. Their tongues dance for dominance, and Rex smiles as Riyo tries to bite his bottom lip.

He withdraws his hand from her weeping core so they can crawl up to the head of the bed. Riyo finds a pillow, her pastel hair fanning out, and Rex sits on his knees between her open legs. Looking down, he smirks at his wet handiwork, but before he can get too smug, Riyo reaches two fingers down to pinch his engorged head. Two pearly beads of precum bud on his tip, and she swipes them on nibble fingertips up to her mouth. Rex groans and turns impossibly harder. With no time to waste, he tucks his forearms under her knees, pulls, and hooks her legs on top of his thighs. Riyo giggles at his strength. He brings the head of his heavy shaft to her entrance, pushing just enough to part her folds. He catches her watching them meet.

“Hey,” he checks in softly.

Her eyes snap up to his. “Rex, please,” she whines, impatience bordering on incredulity. Her hands pull on his forearms, bringing herself a little more but not enough onto him. That’s all he needs.

Gripping the swell of Riyo’s hips, Rex pushes in, slowly and steadily, one delicious inch at a time. Her chin tilts up, and she lets out a long, satisfied moan. His stretch meets her tight canal in a simmering blaze. They take their time feeling each ridge and every crevice of each other until Rex bottoms out, his balls tapping her perineum. He drapes his body over hers for a meandering kiss, pausing to melt and mold into each other. Riyo moans at the matching sensations above and below, the rough stubble of Rex’s five o’clock shadow and pubic hair paired with the hot velvet of his tongue and shaft inside her. It was a lot until it wasn’t enough. Eventually, she plants her feet and wiggles her hips. Rex takes the hint and starts.

Still fully seated inside her, he sits back up on his knees and grips the flesh between her waist and hips. He pulls out half way before pushing back in fractionally faster. Riyo hums low in her chest. He keeps a leisurely pace until she starts to push back to meet him sooner and faster. Then he’s off, his hips crashing into hers at a force that bounces her breasts with each thrust. He’s chasing his own pleasure, but keeps his eyes on Riyo’s face, careful not to confuse the vice grip on his wrists for a sign of pain.

On the contrary, Riyo is blissed and breathless, her mouth open in a wide smile that lets out choked moans. She feels the pressure start to build low in her abdomen. His thick piston is molten along her walls, hot and heavy and so good. His every bump and vein catches on a part of her that sends searing electricity to her extremities. Her nerve endings catch fire, and her skin prickles with heat. They meet in warmer and louder squelches that spur them on.

The intensity of Rex’s focus moves her. Riyo sits up on her elbows and stops his motions. His confusion fades quickly as she wraps an arm around his shoulders and brings him down to her. Her back meets the mattress, and his arms snake under her shoulders, leaving his hands to frame her face. He dives into a warm, passionate kiss. Riyo’s heels find his lower back and give him a nudge.

“Don’t stop,” she whimpers into his mouth.

Rex snaps his hips eagerly. He can feel his balls start to tighten. A few more thrusts would throw him over the edge, but he slows to let Riyo catch up. She’s clawing at his back and scalp and muffling her moans into his neck and shoulder. Her grip above and below grounds him. The pressure in her belly swells and bursts into spasms as Riyo comes and clenches Rex tight. Her wails are soon joined by his grunts. Rex seats himself fully and thrusts shallowly, emptying himself in her contracting chasm. Riyo squeezes her legs tighter around his back, not wanting to waste the sensation of him engorged and throbbing inside her. They take their time coming back down.

Sensing Rex’s exhaustion, Riyo lets his weight fall to the side and take her with him. Her thighs are tight around his hips as he rolls. She lands astride him, still fully seated on his shaft. She looks down and finds Rex still halfway to the heavens, eyes closed and torn between laughing and moaning. She leans down and kisses his jaw, his chin, the edges of his lips to even him out.

“Are you alright?” Riyo ghosts the question lightly over his open mouth. She’s unsure of how to proceed, their tentative alliance now perched on a precipice.

Rex is still catching his breath, but laughs. “Sir, yes, sir,” he teases. His mind is empty and light – a feat he hasn’t achieved in a long time – bereft of anything that isn’t the beautiful Pantoran on top of him. It takes him a long moment before he realizes. “Oh, scrag!” His abs clench and pull his head marginally off the bed, his nose almost bumping into hers. “I didn’t pull ou—"

“It’s okay.” Riyo is quick to ease his mind. She sits back up, holds up her arm, and pinches her left tricep. “Implant. Thought it’d be a good idea.” She smirks and wiggles her hips, reminding him he’s still inside her. He smiles back and realizes suddenly that for the first time, he’s allowed to linger.

Rex would never let on the exact veracity of the stories Riyo must’ve heard about his brothers’ reputations. He was well aware as much as she was that for every anti-clone sentiment bandied about, there was an equal amount of love for the troopers – love that had often found itself hurried in the barracks, muffled in supply closets, frantic behind stacks of crates, any quiet corner a clone could catch for a few minutes. After awhile, Rex stopped filing the incident reports; it would’ve been hypocritical.

Part of the hope he kept in continuing to fight and freeing his brothers was knowing that there were others like Riyo who saw the clones as more than just soldiers or science experiments, expendable pieces of frag from a fallen Republic. They were willing and capable of being more than what their training and conditioning had made them. If only they were given the chance. They were men, and there were those who knew and trusted them to act like it, in all the ways that mattered but had been prohibited by their duties.

Rex may have needed release that night, as he had every other night on distant planets and Jedi cruisers, but Riyo knew that without regulation manuals and chains of command, this was different. This was no longer forbidden, no longer hurried and abridged between boxes and battles. Rex was free to choose and stay for as long as he wanted, and she was honored that at least for tonight, he chose to stay with her.

Feeling exhaustion start to settle in her bones, Riyo holds Rex at his base and gently rolls off him. He groans at the sudden loss of contact. After her feet find the floor, she steps to the head of the bed where Rex found a pillow and bends down to claim a chaste kiss. She feels his smile on her lips and his fingers curl around the strands of her hair tickling his chest. She stands and grabs a robe from a chair next to the bedside table, tying its ties on the way to the door. She swivels back around and catches the captain eyeing her. He smirks, flops back down on the bed, and gives a curt, two-finger salute towards the ceiling.

When Riyo returns from the fresher, Rex is fast asleep, the covers drawn to his waist. She throws the robe back onto the chair and tucks herself under the sheets and into his side. In moments, she falls asleep to his light snores.

Dawn is beginning to break when Rex wakes up. He watches the gradient stretch across the windows, light pink to dark blue. He finds himself entangled in Riyo: her head on his right shoulder, his fingertips on her scalp, her long hair spread down past his elbow, and their legs intertwined underneath the sheets. He runs his fingertips along the arm on his chest until her head turns to bury her face in his side.

“Hmm, good morning,” she croons, her voice drowsy with asleep.

“Morning.” He squeezes her arm. “Sleep okay?”

“Mm-hmm.” Riyo inhales his skin deeply. The smell of her soap is gone, replaced by a scent she hopes to memorize again and again and again.

Rex doesn’t want to leave the comfort of her bed, but the squad of Pantoran guards will be arriving soon, and he didn’t want to alert Echo by having him wake up alone in the living room. Reluctantly, Rex asks, “When do your handmaidens get in?”

Riyo starts to snap to full attention. “I don’t have handmaidens,” she says curiously. She looks up and sets her chin on his chest. “What made you think I did?”

Rex blushes at the memories of playing lookout for his Jedi general. He had never seen anything more incriminating than a kiss, but even in death, he felt duty-bound to keep their secret. “I, uh, remember seeing them in the Senate building,” he tries, “a few times.” He hopes she doesn’t feel his heart race underneath her palm.

“You’re thinking of Padmé,” Riyo deduces. Normally, she’d follow his train of thought and try to unravel and understand them, but her body is still light from the night before, and her mind isn’t quite up to the task. Instead, she crushes her face back onto his chest, unable to satiate the need to feel and smell his skin. “She was a queen, after all,” she says listlessly. “I’ve only ever been a senator.”

Rex thinks back a lifetime ago to Orto Plutonia where a shy but promising leader found her resolve in the middle of a snowy skirmish; back a few days ago to the Senate floor where a strong-willed idealist broadcast her defense of an unpopular cause to the galaxy; and back just hours ago on the repair shop platform where she had bent down to meet his sister’s young eyes and reassured them all that she was loyal to them, the clones. “You’re more than a senator,” he assures her gently.

Riyo looks back up and smiles at him. She thinks back a few years ago to the classified reports of Jedi General Pong Krell on Umbara and the captain’s horrified testimony in closed-door sessions to select Senate committees; back a day ago in the repair shop where a rogue but righteous clone recounted the story of Anaxes and Skako Minor while they waited for Clone Force 99; and back a lifetime ago to Orto Plutonia where a young but promising leader found his resolve in the face of his brothers’ annihilation. “And you’ve always been more than a soldier, Rex.”

(Footnotes here.)

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nimata-beroya · 1 year ago

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20 Questions For Writers

This was sitting on my notifs for a few days and i finally took the time to do it. Thank my darling @takadasaiko for the tag!! 💕💕

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

I have 88 works in total, 31 of which are for Star Wars.

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

574,873 words.

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Currently, I'm only writing for Star Wars. But I used to write for Arrow and Supergirl, and ASoIAF, Dark-Hunters and Chronicles of Nick are in standby. I'm waiting for right motivation to come back to any of the last 3.

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

I'm only talking about Star Wars fics here...

Kadala (The Mandalorian) [and 4th place in most kudos of all my works]

Rough Awakening (The Bad Batch) [and 5th place in most kudos of all my works]

Welcome to Yavin IV (Rebels)

An Explosive Situation (Rebels)

Rescue on Ryloth (The Bad Batch)

And the the rest of my all-time fics with most kudos are

Take Your Breath Away (Arrow)

Undisclosed Desires (Arrow)

Made For You (ASoIaF/Game of Thrones)

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I try my best, but sometimes I forget, and then it's been weeks and months since I got the comments that I'm embarrassed to reply them after so long. Even though, I think it's important that a writer let the reader/commenter that they appreciate it, even if it's with a simple "thank you" or an emoji. I know I'm being a hypocrite here since I fail to do what I preach, but it doesn't make it less true.

6. What’s the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I think that would be Drifting, because it's kind of open ending, left to be interpreted, so it could end however the reader wants. Although, I left an author's note at the end saying what's my preferred ending, which always will be inclined to the happy side.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

High Above the Ground because is the happy ending i want for Commander Fox and Riyo Chuchi. They deserve only the best!

8. Do you get hate on your fic?

No, not really. I've gotten only 1 stupid message of someone criticizing a fic, but that was years ago when I still posted on FF dot net. The joke was on the reader because I moderated all the comments there so I just deleted it and nobody saw it but me. Honestly, I just laughed about it cuz their argument was just stupid.

9. Do you write smut?

I do, all kinds -from the most tame thing to the most perverted. But I used to wrote way more in my old fandoms, especially for Arrow. I think for Star Wars I've written just 1 or 2 smutty fics, and tamed at that.

10. Do you write crossovers?

I've tried a couple of occasions but never finished them. I'm not opposed to them obviously, but I do think the combination of fandoms has to be just right to work. Or at least, when it's me doing the writing.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Yes! Many, many years ago in the first fandom I ever wrote for. It was awful and hated it! You see, this was in the stone age of the internet when fandom specific sites abounded and not everyone had an account on FFnet yet (and Ao3 was not even a dream). The site I published on was split in 2 sections because the ships war in the fandom was bloody and ruthless, so to avoid the slaughter, I kept myself in my preferred side. But one day, a friend who read fic on both sides told me that someone stole my fics. Avoiding to get caught, the person who did it published them under a pen name that was almost exact to mine, she only added a period at the end, which could easily go unnoticed. Oh, and she interchanged characters names so it'd fit the other ship.

At first, my friend thought I had posted them but she knew I'd never write for that ship, like ever. In the end, it turned out that I wasn't the only one who had being plagiarized. Several people ON BOTH SIDES were. Thankfully, the person was caught and banned, but we almost burned the site down because of the whole shitshow.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

By me, yes, several. All into Spanish (my mother tongue). By others, not that I know of.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic?

Yes! A couple of times for different fandoms, and I loved it. I hope I'll do it again. The thing is that you need to find the right partner for it, or it can be a nightmare.

14. What‘s your all-time favourite ship?

I don't appreciate this question, let me tell you. It's hard to choose. But I think I have to go with Olicity. I love them still (even if the show ending ruined it for me). Close second would be Braime (and I'm glad that there's still hope for them on the books, because as usual the show fucked them so but sooooo bad)

And as Star Wars specific, I don't think anyone will be surprised if I say it's Kalluzeb, right 🤣 They're my babies and I adore them!

15. What’s the WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Anything for Arrow or Supergirl. I sworn off those fandoms after their respectively awful endings.

No promises, but there's still hope for all if my unfinished works for Star Wars 😅

16. What’s your writing strengths?

Coming up with ideas. So, so many ideas. All the time and I want to write them all.

17. What’s your writing weaknesses?

Finishing writing the above-mentioned ideas. I tend to splay myself too much when I'm writing, and it takes me forever to get to the portion I really want to write (usually the idea that sparked the whole writing process) and I lose steam. That's why I have so many unfinished WIPs. I wish they'd write themselves.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

It's ok if used sparingly. A word here, a phrase over there is fine, but if a wall of dialogue that the reader needs to scroll down to the notes or click on a tooltip to find out the meaning it's the worst!!! A better solution for a writer that really needs/wants to have a whole conversation in another language for plot reasons or whatever, then all they need to do is to say once that the characters are talking in the other language and put the dialogue in the same language they've been writing the rest of the narrative and in italic.

The characters who don't speak the language won't understand what's being said, but the reader will and their reading will be more pleasant and fluid.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

An Argentinian show called Floricienta. A modern retelling of Cinderella.

20. Favourite fic you’ve ever written?

I don't like this question either! All my fics are my babies! How do you want me to choose?!! There are so many I'm proud of. I guess I'll point the most recent one: Feed Me Poison, Fill me till I Drown I really like how this story is coming along. It's not done yet (what else is new? 😅) but what's coming is so so good!

Tagging (no pressure): @renee561 @thecoffeelorian @genericficerblog @airlockfailure @mistr3ssquickly @insertmeaningfulusername @fanfictasia

#20 asks for writers #ask game #the mandalorian #the bad batch #sw rebels #kalluzeb #braime #foxiyo #mare writes star wars #and other things #olicity #long post

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coline7373 · 1 year ago

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Thirty-One Sons, Thirteen Moons (32728 words) by sual Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types, Star Wars: The Bad Batch (Cartoon) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: CC-2224 | Cody/Obi-Wan Kenobi, Minor or Background Relationship(s), CC-5052 | Bly/Aayla Secura, Riyo Chuchi/CC-1010 | Fox, Boil/Waxer (Star Wars), Padmé Amidala/Anakin Skywalker Characters: CC-2224 | Cody, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Jango Fett, CT-7567 | Rex, CC-1010 | Fox, Anakin Skywalker Additional Tags: There are so many characters in this I'm not tagging them all bro, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - Magic, POV CC-2224 | Cody, CC-2224 | Cody's nickname is Kote, Top CC-2224 | Cody, Bottom Obi-Wan Kenobi, Witch Obi-Wan Kenobi, Dual sex Obi-Wan Kenobi, AFAB Terms, Blow Jobs, Cunnilingus, Vaginal Sex, Anal Sex, Fluff and Smut, Fake/Pretend Relationship, Mutual Pining, Brotherly Love, Mandalorian Clones, Jango Fett is trying his best, Implied Mpreg, Panic Attacks, injury detail Summary: “This can’t keep happening,” Jango says despairingly. He’s said this almost every year for the past twenty-five of them. “Well,” Cody slowly replies, looking down at the squalling baby the witch has left on their doorstep, “what’s one more mouth to feed when you’re already feeding thirty?" In Cody's latest attempt to sacrifice himself for his family, he finally learns how to want something for himself. Modern AU with magic.

#star wars #commander cody #obi wan kenobi #codywan #clone wars #the clone wars #tcw #sw modern au #sw witch au #sw fic #sw fic rec #tcw fic #tcw fic rec #codywan fic rec #dual sex obi wan

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dreamswithghosts · 2 years ago

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Ballroom Full of Echoes (Echo x f!Reader)

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

Summary: You and Echo go undercover at a big business formal party involving the Trade Federation. You are to try to learn about a lead that the Separatists might be making a new type of droid against the clones. Some things don’t turn out as planned.

Author's Notes: THIS TOOK ME FOREVER TO WRITE! It started out simple and it just kept going. I had some other ideas for this but this was getting to the point where it was personally too long for a one-shot for me. Please enjoy. Feedback is obviously greatly appreciated! Also, people requested that I start up a ping list. If you want to join it for fics like this or my little head canon posts like my One Bed Trope Post please let me know!

Tags: 18+, NSFW, Friends to Lovers, Fingering, Kissing, Creampie, Nudity, Smut, Vaginal Sex, First Kiss, Formal Wear, Mutual Pinning, Dancing, Some Fluff, Some Alcohol, Love Bites

Word Count: 8.3k

AO3: Link

“Is everyone ready?” You questioned as you looked around at the five men standing in front of you, “Once we go inside, there’s no turning back.”

There was a small series of nods from the members of the Bad Batch, all of them looking fairly confident in the job that they were about to perform. You all were to sneak into a Trade Federation formal party here at a hotel in Coruscant. Being a spy for the Republic during the Clone Wars, this was a fairly typical mission for you, but this certain mission required a team. You loved being able to get Clone Force 99 to help you when they were available.

Your target was a man by the name of Redarr Berenk, who was high up in the rankings under Nute Gunray's personal team of coworkers. You were to blend in with the party and seek out Redarr and gather as much information as you could about the rumors of a new model of battle droid being in the works. If the rumors are true, it will cause much deviation to all the clones battling out on the front lines.

"We should be landing shortly," Tech announced once he sat himself back in the pilot's seat.

"Good. Once we land, Echo and I will go in the front door to check in and the rest of you will wait for me at the back so we can sneak you in." You said calmly, your hand resting on the back of the pilot's seat, watching Tech pilot the Havoc Marauder to its designated landing platform. The ship landed with a groan and a hiss, it was a very minimal landing compared to other landings Tech had done with you aboard. Only you and Echo stepped off the ship. The rest of Clone Force 99 stayed hidden and silent on the ship. You walk through the front doors with Echo right behind you. You were dressed in what was considered business casual for someone who works with or for the senators of the grand Republic. Echo was in his usual kit, acting as a bodyguard for you who was specially commissioned by the senators of the Republic.

“Checking in?” The twi'lek clerk asked behind the desk; She barely looked up from her terminal in front of her.

“Yes. My rooms should be under the name Jay Lanni.” You said calmly falling easily into a professional facade like you have done on many missions before, “If it is not under that, try under Senator Riyo Chuchi. I am here representing her on this occasion, after all.”

The twi’lek glanced up from her terminal, her purple eyes looking at you and then glancing over your shoulder at Echo who stood behind you, “If it is just the two of you, why are you getting two rooms?”

You acted offended, “Well, ma’am, that is none of your business. I very much like my own privacy, if you are that persistent in your curiosity.”

The cleric flinched a little, realizing her mistake, and quietly started to continue her job of checking you into your rooms. She was fairly quick in handing you your keys, shyly telling you to have a nice stay. You thanked her and walked away with Echo following you right behind you. You heard Echo activate his comlink in his headpiece when he saw that there was no one around to hear them, “We have the keys, be ready at the back door.”

“Very good.” You hear Tech’s voice as you activated your own, “I have currently disabled all cameras on our route to our rooms. Hopefully, we will not raise any suspicion.”

“Good job. Hey Wrecker, remember that this is a stealth mission right now. So no sounds.” You respond calmly, making your way over to the back entrance, hearing a small whine from the big man over the comm channel. You looked around your surroundings of the luxury apartment and made sure the coast was clear before tapping the hotel key on the door panel to open the glass door. It swished open and the rest of the boys made their way into the building. With you on point and Hunter bringing up the rear, you guide the squad through the rich hallways to the elevator to take you all to the floor level where your rooms were.

The elevator pinged to your floor and everyone piled out, making it quick to the doors assigned to you and the rest of the squad. You handed one of the keys to the first room to Hunter and you went to the other. You watched Hunter open the first room and the rest of Clone Force 99 pushed their way into the hotel room, you opened your own with ease and closed the door behind you. Luckily this room had easy access to the room next to you with the other boys. You opened the door that connected the two rooms and was greeted by Crosshair who just gave you a small smirk and moved away.

Both rooms were identical, minus the fact that they mirrored each other. Both of them had two large luxury beds, covered in very plush comforters and pillows. They both had huge bathrooms that had walk-in showers and deep bathtubs. The balconies that each room had were perfect for Crosshair’s part of the mission. He was to sit on another building and watch from afar with his sniper rifle, there to cause a distraction if things went a little haywire. Plus, he is your first eye in the sky with Tech who will be watching from the cameras. Wrecker and Hunter will be on standby, ready to charge in and get Echo and yourself out of the event if things went a little too crazy. Which you hope won't happen.

"I'm going to scout," Crosshair announced, moving to the balcony door, and grabbing his rifle.

"Wait," You called, stopping him in the doorway and handing him one of the room keys. He gave you a small nod and then climbed over the ledge to scout out a spot for him to set up and watch the event from afar. Tech started to set up his little hacker station on a desk in one of the rooms already working on getting into the camera system to monitor everything.

"Hey, can we order food?" Wrecker piped in, already settling himself on one of the lush beds, his big body stretching out over it. You tell him sure and toss a tablet to him so he could order food for everyone. He smiles and instantly starts doing so. You go to your bag of stuff and head to the bathroom in the room that was not fully occupied by clones, “I’m going to start getting ready. Let me know when the tailored delivery is here.”

You hear an affirmative and leave the boys to their own devices. You know that more than likely, they will either be really good and everything will still be in one piece, or they will have everything scattered everywhere in a mess. Hopefully, the first option considering how nice the place is, but you know eventually they all will get bored.

They seemed to be quiet for about an hour until you heard a soft knock on the bathroom door you left open. You glance up from the reflection of yourself over to Echo standing in the doorway holding two garment bags. You hopped down from the spot you were sitting on the counter where you were working on your makeup and walked over to him, taking one of the bags that was labeled for you.

“Thank you.” You hummed, moving to hang up the bag, “Actually, while you’re here, can you help me with my holster?”

You reached over and grabbed your thigh holster that would eventually hold a blaster that could be easily concealed under your skirt. You were already wearing your legging shorts that would be under your dress.

“Just need help with tightening it.” You explain lightly to the clone standing in front of you. He barely seemed hesitant, moving to hang up the bag that had his specialty-made tux for him for this event. He kneeled in front of you and took the holster from your hands.

“You sure this isn’t a two-handed kind of job?” Echo teases, lightly reaching out to wrap the holster around your left thigh. You reached down, helping him place it where you wanted on your thigh.

“Very funny.” You snorted, pulling on the straps, getting the holster tight enough so it won't move around on your thigh or fall with the added weight of the blaster. Once it was tight enough, Echo removed his touch from your thigh and stood up giving you a small smile.

Out of all the clones you had ever worked with on your missions, Echo has always been the clone you have been the most comfortable around. There had been many late nights while traveling on the Havoc Marauder where you and Echo curled up in the gunner's mount, quietly conversing like teenagers about anything and everything. In the mornings, one of the other members of the batch would find you two leaning against each other asleep. If it wasn’t for the war and the constant looming fear that you may never see him again, you would probably consider him your best friend.

Echo was always someone you could rely on. Someone who you could talk to about anything and everything and feel like he is doing the same thing in return. Someone who you could let your guard down around and see for just you and all your flaws.

“Thank you.” You gave Echo a small smile in return, moving away from him to sit back up on the counter to finish putting on your makeup. Echo stood there for a second, watching you. He reached for his bag and moved to step out, “If there's anything else you need, let me know.”

“I need you to start getting dressed as well.” You teased him, which made him chuckle. He left the small fresher, probably headed to the one in the other room to get himself suited up.

When you finished your makeup, you hopped off of the counter and moved to close the door. You pulled the dress that Senator Chuchi’s tailor had specially made for this assignment. It was a long, maroon dress where the sleeves were off the shoulders and the skirt had a slit in it for easy access to your blaster if needed. You removed your top already having been wearing the tight-fitted shorts that you would wear underneath the dress and pulled it on. Sighing to yourself, realizing that you would not be able to fully zip the zipper up your back, you left it for later. You grabbed the small, velvet box that held the jewelry that the tailor had picked out to match the dress.

This entire outfit was way more formal than anything you would wear on an average day. If you never joined the army, you would have probably only dreamed of wearing something like this. You finished up everything you could do for yourself, grabbing your heels and making your way back into the main rooms of the hotel, searching out the first clone you could find, which happened to be Hunter.

“Can I get some help?” You asked him nicely, turning your back to him and showing him the half-done zipper on your back. You felt his light touch on the fabric and the sound of the zipper sliding up your back.

“This color suits you.” He complimented, removing his hands when he finished his task. You politely thanked him, moving to sit down at the foot of one of the beds to put the heels on your feet. Tech moved over from his little technology corner, handing you a small device.

“Put this in your ear. No one should be able to notice it and I will be able to communicate with you through it.” Tech informed you. You smiled at him and thanked him, the device easily fitting in your ear. It was light and comfortable enough that you honestly might forget it's even there. Tech moved back to his computers and you heard some small beeping from the device for a moment and then Tech’s voice simply testing the audio functions. You let him know it was working and finished putting on your shoes.

As you stood, Echo made his way out of the other fresser completely dressed in his tux. It was mostly black with the vest under the jacket that is maroon red to match your dress. His right sleeve was specially tailored for the scomp on his arm. Not entirely concealing it, but almost giving it its own special flare. He stopped looking at you in your dress, completely pausing his actions.

“You… That color really suits you.” Echo said after a moment, almost as if he had to reboot things in his brain. You laughed lightly at his reaction. His words were very similar to Hunter’s complement earlier.

“I could say the same thing for you.” You teased him, walking over to him to gently adjust the tie that was around his neck, “You clean yourself up nicely.”

He did look very handsome while dressed formally.

“You two have less than thirty minutes until the event starts,” Tech informed you, breaking your attention away from Echo for just a small moment.

“Did I seriously take that long to get ready?” You gasped, looking back at the room. You now realized that Crosshair was already gone from the room with Wrecker lounging out on one of the beds. He looked like he was already asleep if you didn’t see a tracker on the holo pad showing the time left for food to arrive sitting right next to him on the pillow. You know that man will be up in a split second when he sees that the food has arrived.

Echo held out his arm to you, giving you one of his naturally handsome smiles, "We shouldn't keep Rendarr waiting."

You smiled softly at him in return and took his arm. You opened the door to the room exit and stepped out. Behind you, you heard Hunter yell out something along the lines of “Don't party too hard,” which had you giggling.

You and Echo made your way down to the formal event. The two of you blended in easily into the crowd of partygoers acting as one of the many couples in the event. It was always super easy to work with Echo on undercover ops. He obviously had past experience with him being an ARC Trooper. Some of the stories he told you about his past missions were unfathomable compared to most of your missions. Plus, the close friendship that you had made things so much easier.

"I see Rendarr, northside of the bar. Looks to be ordering a drink." You heard Crosshair hiss over the coms.

"Care for a drink?" You acted innocent as you pulled your mission partner with you toward the desired location of your target. You were quick to spot the man in the spot Crosshair had commed. You and Echo walk up to the bar and you waved the bartender down, ordering a glass of wine for each of you.

Once you got your drink, you took a simple sip from it, getting your red lipstick on the glass. You watch your target, waiting for the perfect moment to grab his attention. When you spotted it, you discreetly tapped Echo twice, letting him know you were going to step away from him and he needed to watch you.

"I don't think I have met you before." You pulled on your best persona to get this man's attention. It worked, he set down his empty glass on one of the trays of a server droid that passed by.

"I'm Rendarr Berenk, the main assistant for Nute Gunray." He introduced himself, being fairly obvious that he was checking you out. You acted to not be phased by any of his actions, keeping your eyes focused on his, "May I ask who I have gotten the pleasure of speaking to?"

"I am Jay Lanni, the representative for Senator Riyo Chuchi this evening." You responded pleasantly, giving him your best smile.

"Oh really? I had not realized she was invited to events like this." He responded with genuine surprise.

"Well, after what happened with the blockade on Pantora, the Trade Federation tends to invite her to events like this as an apology." You explained calmly, like this was common knowledge, "But Senator Chuchi is a very busy woman, so she sends me instead."

The two of you break into light, formal conversation, making it seem that it is simple and easy for him to continue to converse with you. Eventually, he fell for your trap, asking you to dance. You gracefully accepted, taking his hand as he led you to the dance floor.

Once there, you continued the conversation, trying to slowly work your way into getting the information you needed from the man. He seemed fairly resilient, only giving you vague answers. You started to get the feeling that this man might not have the information you needed. So you decided to call it, slipping your secret word into the conversation that would let Echo know to come and get you away. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw him doing just that. Echo casually made his way over to the two of you.

"May I take my dear friend for a dance?" Echo asked, holding his hand out for you to take. Rendarr made a look of surprise, probably not expecting you to have been here with someone. You politely thanked Rendarr for the dance and then took Echo's hand, letting him whisk you away further into the dance floor.

"Well, that was a bust." You sighed, instinctively shifting closer as you danced now that you were with someone you considered to be comfortable with. You could smell his cologne now that he was closer to you, almost chest to chest. The two of you move in a simple dance, his hand holding yours and his scomp resting lightly on your hip. You had your free hand resting on his shoulder. Echo made a small hum of agreement in response to your words. You wouldn’t admit it out loud at this moment, but it's nice to have Echo out with you like this on this mission.

“It might not fully be one.” You hear Tech chime in, in your earpiece, “There is a terminal in the basement, just under this event that might have some information that we need. I cannot get into it from here, but the computer has Rendarr’s name on it.”

“It's worth a shot.” Echo hummed, his eyes already scanning around the party to find a way the two of you could slip out. You nodded your head in agreement, pointing at an exit you spotted.

The two of you danced for about two more songs and then slipped away from the dancefloor. You kept your hand tight in Echo’s grip, letting him lead the two of you to the exit. The two of you managed to easily slip away without being noticed. You made your way to the elevator, hitting the button for the basement.

“Where are we headed, Tech?” You called once you knew the coast was clear.

“Once you reach the basement floor, you will head down the corridor. Take your first right and then the door should be the third one on your left.” He informed you.

Bing.

You and Echo step out into an empty corridor. The hallways were a lot duller than the rest of the hotel, making it obvious that this was mostly only to be seen by staff and maintenance crews. You shot a look over at Echo, sizing up how he was feeling about this. All you got was the normal determination that sits on his face when the group was on missions like this.

“Let’s go.” You sigh and start down the hallway, your heels clicking softly on the tile flooring as the two of you walk. You reached the right turn and were about to turn down it, when Echo reached out, grabbed your arm, and pulled you back. The two of you hid in a small dip in the walls, bodies pressed to the cold surface.

Echo’s eyes were locked in with yours, his finger covering his mouth as a silent signal to stay quiet. Letting out a soft breath you realized you were holding, you listened closely. Down the hallway you were about to go down, there was the sound of two pairs of boots quietly patrolling toward the two of you.

The two of you stayed silent, together in a close space listening for the guards to either turn away or go further down the hallway. They sounded like they were coming right this way.

The look on Echo’s face was the same look he had given to you before. It was a look that told you he was going to be apologizing profusely to you after this. You raised an eyebrow at him, looking confused.

Then, Echo leaned in. Right as when the guards turned the corner, Echo pressed his lips to yours. You were so shocked for one split second, you didn’t respond. But you quickly got the idea of what he was trying to do, so you pushed forwards kissing him back, and hard. Echo made a soft noise from the back of his throat, a similar sound of surprise when you first made yourself comfortable next to his body long ago in the gunner's mount of the Marauder.

He was quick to return the passion, taking your breath away, softly pressing his body up to yours as his hand and scomp held your hips. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, pulling him close to your body. You could taste the wine the both of you had been drinking on his lips as you sucked on his bottom lip.

The two of you kissed for a while, long enough to make you forget why you had started to kiss in the first place. You have to admit it, he was honestly an amazing kisser. Eventually, Echo pulled away, the both of you breathing deeply. He must have been somehow listening for the guard’s steps while kissing you to the point you went dumb. You could hear the guards now on the opposite side of where you needed to go.

You found yourself quietly giggling, “Please tell me you’ve had to do that before on a different mission.”

Echo blinked, looking just a little surprised that you did not seem upset. He then made a small smirk, you saw that your lipstick was now smeared all over his lips as well, “No, I haven’t.”

“Well, I certainly am surprised.” You were still giggling. You reached into his jacket and found the handkerchief that you knew was in there and pulled it out, “You’ve got something on your face.”

Echo made a look of confusion at first, but he quickly figured it out as you tried to rub the bright red lipstick from his face to make it less noticeable. He started to softly laugh as well making it a little difficult. Once you were satisfied, you handed him the cloth back to him.

“So, you’re not upset?” He asked, trying to get a verbal confirmation that you were not upset at him for doing something first without your permission. You easily slid yourself out from between him and the wall, turning the corner, and heading to where you needed to be to complete the mission.

“How can I be, with a performance like that?” You gave him a smile, looking over your shoulder at him. He seemed stuck in place for a moment, his pale brown eyes locked on you. He quickly pulled himself out of whatever he was thinking and followed you with a smile on his face.

The two of you got to the office with ease after the first encounter. You found the terminal that Tech had mentioned sitting next to a desk in a very elaborate office. Echo had to take off his top tuxedo jacket to scomp into the terminal. He made a small frown as you watched his eyes dart left and right like he was reading text.

“This might take a bit. There is a lot of information.” He hummed as he closed his eyes focusing on the data. You make a small hum letting him know you heard him and moved to sit on the opposite desk. You stayed quiet, listening for anyone who might approach the room and watch Echo as he worked.

He stayed completely still besides his scomp link moving as the computer in his brain worked to find the information he needed. He would look over at you now and then, the only time his eyes would stop moving and focus once again on his surroundings. He would give you a small smile and then close his eyes again after a moment. You would return the smile, always fascinated with how Echo’s mind and body worked when his mind was deep into data. It was something you could probably watch for hours. Not out of curiosity, but more as an appreciation that this man, this living being, had gone through so much, and instead of succumbing to what has happened to him, he rather embraced it. You always admired his strength.

Suddenly, you sat up straighter, hearing the sounds of approaching footsteps, “Echo, how fast can you get out?”

Echo’s pale brown eyes opened, looking over at you with concern. He instantly knew that someone was coming.

“Not fast enough.” He grunted.

Now it was time for you to do something crazy. You moved off of the desk for a moment, moving your body between Echo and the desk. It was a tight fit, but you hiked up your skirt, pulling yourself back onto the desk right in front of him.

“Trust me.” You whispered, and Echo gave you a look like he was about to say something, but you stopped him, pulling him close to your body for the second time this night. You wrapped your legs around his torso and used both of your hands to press his face into your chest. He froze for only a split second but quickly relaxed into your touch, his free hand laying on your now bare thigh. The tips of his fingers just barely touched the hem of the shorts you were wearing under the dress. You had situated the two of you the way you wanted right as the door opened hearing the sound of a man behind you make a noise of disgust.

“Do you mind?” You made yourself sound exasperated, glancing over your shoulder at the guard who looked like he had seen a ghost. Echo surprised you for the second time tonight, moving on his own accord. He kept his eyes closed and buried his face into your neck. You felt his lips softly kissing the tender spots along your neck, making you gasp out.

“This is a restricted area.” The guard seemed to find his voice after the initial shock of finding two individuals in an office looking like they were attempting to do something intimate.

“Exactly, so leave us alone.” Your voice seemed to shake a little with how good Echo was starting to make you feel with his lips on his neck, now sucking on the delicate skin. This all made the scene look even more convincing to the guard.

He stood there flustered for another moment. It was enough time that Echo was able to back out of the system and be able to safely unhook his scomp. You heard the soft click and then Echo raised to his full height, instead of leaning over with his arm connected to a computer. He grabbed your waist, pulling your body even closer to his.

“I suggest you leave.” Echo’s voice was suddenly deep enough that you could feel his chest rumble against your own. It surprised you how much it affected you. The guard seemed to hesitate for a moment but then decided to back out.

When you heard the soft swish of the door closing behind the guard, Echo suddenly surged up, pressing his lips against yours in a kiss for the second time this evening. You instantly melted into his touch, getting lost in the smooth feeling of his lips on yours and the warmth of his body against yours. You laced your fingers behind his head, pulling him down to meet the kiss making a soft happy hum.

You two kissed until the both of you had to come up for air. Echo gazed down at you, his pale brown eyes now mostly black with how much his pupils dilated. His chest heaved as he took in a deep breath and leaned back in, his mouth attacking your neck again. His teeth grazed against the soft skin right under your ear, pulling a soft moan from your lips.

“Echo.” You gasped softly, your arms holding around his shoulders tighter. He made a small hum in response, his pelvis rocking up against your own, making you wrap your legs around his slender hips. You could feel that you were not the only one being affected by the stunt the two of you had just pulled. You decided to let go of his shoulders, running your hands down his clothed chest, your fingers grazing over the fancy buttons of his maroon vest, as you reached his belt. Your fingers gripped the fine leather, pulling his hips closer to yours. You were rewarded by the most attractive groan you had ever heard in your entire existence.

“He’s going to be back soon with reinforcements,” Echo grunted, his lips still on your neck. You wouldn’t be surprised if he had somehow already made a mark on your neck with the way he was treating you.

“Do you have the data we need or do you need to scomp in again?” You felt like you weren’t even hearing your own voice when you responded to him. You sounded so breathless from Echo just kissing and holding you.

“No, I think I have the information we need.” Echo reluctantly pulled away, gazing down at you once again. He looked unraveled, his shirt not as pristine as it was when the event first started. You could see some of it was already being pulled out from where it was previously tucked in. You hopped off of the desk, your dress skirt falling over your legs as you stood. You moved close into Echo’s space once again, not wanting to let go of the feeling of having him so close to you.

“Let’s get out of here then.” You took Echo’s hand, pulling him out of the office. You checked to make sure the coast was clear and practically pulled him back to the elevator. The elevator doors closed behind you, and you punched in your floor number to take the two of you back to the hotel rooms.

You and Echo were instantly drawn to each other once again like magnets to metal. You found yourself pressed up against the wall of the elevator as you were kissing Echo deeply once again.

Should you be surprised that this was happening to the two of you? Probably. But then again, the two of you have been super close. Echo knew you better than any other living being in this world and you felt like it was safe to say that you knew him just as much. It wasn’t like you’d never seen Echo as someone who wasn’t attractive in any way. Much the opposite. There had been many lonely nights where he appeared in your mind as you tried to sleep or in your dreams.

“Do you want this?” He asked you after the two of you broke away for air from a really deep kiss. You were already gripping onto his belt once again, with one of your legs wrapped around his hip. His scomp was holding it up. You could feel his arousal through the many layers of fabric against your inner thigh.

You knew what he was asking, instantly. He was your best friend after all. You nodded smiling at him, “Yes. I do.”

You leaned forward, giving his neck the same treatment he had done to you in the office earlier and you were rewarded once again with Echo’s wonderful sounds. He felt so good against you, it made you shiver wondering how it would feel when it became skin-on-skin.

The elevator pinged softly, letting the two of you know that it had arrived at its destination. You had to reluctantly pull away once again to move this affair to the privacy of one of your hotel rooms. You will probably have to shoo the other boys out of it and lock the doors once you get there.

Echo took your hand this time, leading you down the hallway. The both of you had big smiles on your faces and excitement in your eyes. You reached the door you had first opened when you arrived at the hotel and used your key to open it up. You were surprised to find the one room vacant, the door that connected the two rooms closed, leaving space for you and your partner. You took it as a moment of luck and strolled right over to one of the beds, kicking off your heels along the way.

Echo followed you close behind, pausing for a moment to get his shoes off as well. You stopped at the foot of the bed, turning around and grabbing Echo by his coat, pulling it off his shoulders. Quick to follow was that beautiful vest, you undoing each of the buttons and his tie. You threw them on the floor haphazardly, knowing you’ll pick everything up once the deed is done. Echo leaned down, kissing you as his hand slid behind your back, making quick and easy work with the zipper on the back of your dress.

The dress only came down enough to reveal your breasts, the rest of the silk fabric bunching up at your hips. Echo gazed down at you with nothing but lust on his face. He leaned down, cupping one of your breasts with his hand and used his mouth to give the other attention. He pulled sweet moans from your lips as it caused you to pause your attempts at getting his white formal shirt unbuttoned.

When Echo was satisfied with his work on your chest, he reached down, grabbed your hips, and tossed you onto the bed. You made a small gasp as your body hit the soft comforter on the bed. He smiled at you and crawled on top of you. It was one of those classic, crooked smiles he would give you that always gave your stomach butterflies in a normal situation. Now, it made you feel dizzy with arousal.

“Since you two are safely back in the room, I am going to turn off the communication devices.” You jumped, suddenly hearing Tech’s voice in your ear from the device he had given to you, “When you are done, I would like to look at the information Echo managed to get.”

Then there was a soft beep, telling you the device had powered down. You flushed deeply in embarrassment. He must have heard everything. That must have also been the reason this room had already been closed off. Everyone else in the Bad Batch knew what was going on. You reached up and pulled the small device out of your ear, tossing it onto the table next to the bed.

Echo above you was reaching up, hitting a button on the device on his head. Probably turning all of his communications off as well. You then hear him start to laugh softly, his hand soothingly running up and down your side. With Echo laughing, you were quick to be put at ease.

“They’ve probably heard worse, haven’t they?” You asked with a soft giggle in your voice. Echo chucked deeply, pressing down to kiss you on the lips, “I’ll tell you those stories another day.”

You smiled softly into the kiss, this one being a little more gentle compared to the ones the two of you had been experiencing before. You took the moment to reach down and finish unbuttoning his top, pulling it out from where it was tucked into his pants and opening it up to reveal his chest to you.

You should be surprised, but somehow you are not at the sight of metal embedded into Echo’s skin. He had told you a long time ago that he was technically a cyborg. “More machine than man,” Tech had once told you. You knew going into this that Echo was completely different than anyone you had ever met. You lightly ran your fingers over the small ports that lined his chest and stomach, more curious than disturbed. The feeling of your hands on Echo made him shiver some, his pale face flushing a beautiful blush.

“Can you feel those?” You smiled softly at him, watching his reaction to your touch.

“Kind of? It’s hard to explain.” Echo murmured as he leaned down to kiss you softly on the lips, You hummed, kissing him in return, melting into his touch. Eventually, you pulled away and aimed for one of the ports above his collarbone. You kissed and sucked on the scarred skin around the metal embedded in his skin. Echo’s breath hitched and he made another delightful noise in response.

He reached down and started to pull up your dress. His hand shaking from your ministrations and his stomach flexing in arousal. You gave him a satisfied hum in response, encouraging him. He got to the holster on your leg and pulled the blaster that had been sitting against your thigh all night. He lightly tossed it onto the table next to the earpiece. He removed the holster next, his body moving down yours, his lips reaching the tender skin between your thighs. He softly kissed and sucked on the skin, leaving small marks that you know will probably be there the next day.

His skilled fingers hook under the waistband of your shorts, and pull them down as well as the underwear you were wearing underneath. You feel your characteristic shyness bubble up from your stomach as your thighs shook some, wanting to close your legs and hide from the wonderful man lying between them. Echo was going to have none of that, his right arm wrapping around your leg, the tip of his scomp laying on your hip.

He gave you a dazzling smile, his free hand running through your folds enticing a moan from you. You could quickly tell this wasn’t the first time he had done this. That classic rumor that all ARC Troopers were skilled in bed was coming to light. Echo made a small hum, satisfied with the noises he pulled out of you as he slid his fingers into your entrance quickly finding the one spot that made you see stars and cry out.

“Do you want to let the entire hotel know what I’m doing to you?” Echo teased softly, his breath on your skin making you shiver. You let out a heady groan, the idea enticing, but you slapped a hand over your mouth to try to keep yourself quiet. You couldn’t help it with how good Echo was being to you already. Echo made a breathy chuckle and leaned his head down, his lips kissing your clit and making your hips jerk.

Echo looked like he was a tooka getting some cream after a long time. His eyes blown wide as he sucked and lapped at the tender nerves with a big grin on his lips. His fingers worked all kinds of noises from your lungs as you trembled in pleasure.

“E-Echo!” You gasped out as you tried to rock your hips closer to his menstruation. He just chuckled against you, sending shivers of pleasure up your spine. The hand not covering your mouth, reaching for the top of his head, your nails accidentally scratching pink lines on the back of his head.

“You look so good like this.” He rumbled, his eyes locked onto yours, “Probably even better dressed up in this dress.”

He was referring to the dress that was still somehow wrapped around your lower stomach. The skirt of the dress was draped out under the two of you on the bed. You flushed, feeling a bit lost for words on the compliment.

“You wanna cum like this?” Echo breathed heavily. He looked like he was enjoying this as much as you were, if not more, “Want to cum on my fingers and tongue? Then make you cum again on my cock?”

His words had you whining and rocking your hips up against his fingers which were still inside you. Your core was already clenching down on them some. He could probably stop his touches and continue talking like he is and you would probably cum just from that.

"Please." You moaned, wiggling your hips a little bit, trying to encourage him to back up his words. You were rewarded with a sexy chuckle and his head dipped back down to your clit, rewarding you with his sucking. He picked up his pace and menstruation. You started to feel the telltale warmth start to bubble in your belly with your pending climax.

“That’s it. Cum for me.” Echo rumbled against you.

His words and his demand were the last ingredients to your climax. You let out a deep moan, your legs shaking hard as you jerked your hips. You toppled over your edge as you felt your inner walls squeezing around Echo’s fingers. Gasping deeply, you came hard against Echo’s face. Echo grumbled his approval, still working his tongue and fingers on you to extend your orgasm.

Panting lightly, you slowly came down from the high of your orgasm. You started to get sensitive and gently pulled Echo away. He sat up with a big grin on his face. You laid flat out on the bed for a bit to catch your breath.

"I'm guessing this was good." Echo was being cheeky. He crawled up your body and leaned in and kissed you softly on the lips. You made a small laugh, shivering a little at the feeling of his chest against yours. The ports embedded in his skin surprisingly felt really good.

You reached down to Echo's belt, working his pants open. He made a small hum of approval as you worked on getting his pants and underwear off his hips, revealing his cock to you. He kicked his pants off to the side and you bit your lip at the sight of the man on top of you. You reached for his cock and started to gently stroke it at first, gaining a groan from Echo as a reward.

The two of you kissed each other, you swallowing down his soft moans as you stroked him. It didn't take you too long for you to start squirming under him again and for him to gently pull your hand away from his member.

Echo hooked your left leg up again with his scomp arm, this time lifting it up a bit more, your calf resting on his shoulder. He lined himself up against your entrance, his tip lightly running through your folds.

"You ready?" He asked you lightly, checking to make sure you were good. You nodded, giving him a small smile and arching your hips up to encourage him, "Yes."

He slowly started to push in, the both of you simultaneously moaning at the feeling. He stayed still for a moment once he was all the way in, probably for the both of you to adjust a bit. His pale brown eyes staring down at you, watching your reactions.

"Echo, move." You groaned after a moment, trying to move your hips to get him to do what you asked. You reached up to grab him as well, but his one free hand grabbed yours, interlacing your fingers together.

He then started to move. It was slow at first, savoring this moment. You found yourself helplessly getting vocal again as he managed to tilt his hips just enough to make you feel like you were seeing stars. Encouraging him to pick his pace, he started to get as vocal as you were getting. He made some of the most beautiful moans, making your cunt squeeze him tight.

"I'm not going to last much longer." Echo groaned, "C’mon, cum for me, baby."

Considering both of his hands were occupied, you reached down with the one spare hand you had left. You quickly reached your clit, rubbing it just right to tip you over the edge for the second time tonight.

"That's it." Echo gasped, being able to feel you tighten down around him. His hips quickly loosing its rhythm as he fucked you through your climax.

"Echo!" You cried out as your whole body tensed around him. It felt amazing. Even more so when Echo buried himself deep into you and reached his climax as well. You instantly felt warm all over, your toes curling in pleasure.

You clung to each other as you both slowly lowered yourself down from the high of your climax. He let go of your leg, letting it rest on the bed as he leaned down, just barely keeping himself up on shaking arms. You wrapped an arm around his shoulder, holding him close to your body as the both of you gave each other soft kisses on the cheek and on your shoulders. He was still holding your hand as well.

You two basked in the afterglow for a while, starting up a soft conversation as you did. It was mostly about how it had been a long time since either of you had done anything like this.

"C’mon. Let's get cleaned up." Echo eventually sighed, pulling himself out of the bed and pulled you up as well.

"What if I want to stay stinky?" You teased him lightly, slowly getting out of the bed after him. Your legs were still a bit shaky as your dress fell to the floor around your feet.

Echo gave you a smirk, "Then I guess you won't be getting any cuddles tonight."

You made a noise that sounded like you were offended as you watched him walk into the fresher. You took the moment to watch Echo walk in front of you. The white dress shirt still hid most of his back implants, but you could still see the ridge of his spine from them.

Even from the damage that Echo had received from Skako Minor, all the metal and mechanics, he still looked beautiful to you. Seeing all the scarring and what his body had to endure, and the small improvement since you first met him, made your heart swell. He was truly a marvel to wonder.

You followed Echo into the fresher, quietly watching him as he removed the last remaining clothes he was wearing and started up the shower. He paused after a moment when he noticed you were staring at him.

"What?" He had an eyebrow raised.

"Just thinking about how beautiful you are." You admitted after a pause.

Echo made a small snort, reaching out to you to entice you into the shower with him, "I think that's supposed to be my line."

You made a small giggle, letting him pull you into the warm shower. He put you under the spray first, reaching for the soap and starting to gently lather your body up. You relaxed under the warm water and gentle embrace that Echo was giving you. If you could pause time right now, you probably would. Spend eternity in the warm and comfort with Echo, still basking in the afterglow of the intimate moment you two just had.

When you deemed that Echo was done with you, you reached out giving him the same treatment. The hard muscles of his body quickly become soft and relaxed under your touch. He made a satisfied hum, resting his head on your shoulder, giving you sweet kisses on your neck.

After a moment, you heard him speak your name. You paused your actions, sucking up a deep breath.

"Echo. Please don't say what I think you're going to say." You felt your lungs tighten some as he lifted his head, soft eyes locking with your own.

"Why not?" He asked you, his face was serious. You knew what he wanted to say. You knew deep down you wanted to say you loved him too.

"Because it's not something we can afford right now. Especially with this war." You watched Echo's face fall at your words. You reached out with both of your hands taking his face in them, running your thumbs lightly over his cheekbones, trying to silently soothe him before he got too upset.

"What about after the war?" His eyes looked hopeful, still not wanting to let this go. You sighed softly, leaning in and giving him a soft kiss on the lips.

"Okay. After the war. We can try then. If we both survive it."

He made a small nod, wrapping his arms tightly around you in an embrace.

"After the war." He promised.

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