#the bad batch echo x reader

[nahoney22]

Hold Me For The First Time*** 🌊

🫧 Pairings: Echo X Female!Reader

word count: 4.3k

Prompts: none

When a late night chat in a shared bed leads to Echo discussing his insecurities, you can’t help but wonder if he could use his insecurities to his advantage.

warnings: NSFW, 18+ only. self indulgent fic. Explicit sexual content and lanaguage, share a bed trope, Inappropriate use of a scomp link, p in v sex, friends to lovers, squirting, oral sex (reader receiving) scomp used as a vibrator, cum eating, finger sucking, multiple positions ie riding and missionary, creampie, pillow talk, aftercare, dirty talk. Light angst, insecure Echo.

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“Well, they didn’t mention there’d be only one bed.” You huffed, collapsing against the doorframe after trudging up ten flights of stairs, fully equipped with your armor and supplies. The elevator was out of order—of course. The day had already been grueling enough, and the sight of this rundown hotel was a small miracle in itself.

You and the squad had scraped together what few credits you had, which meant sharing rooms. You didn’t really mind sharing a room—especially with someone you knew didn’t snore too loudly. But you hadn’t quite expected the sleeping arrangements to be so...cozy.

“I’ll take the floor, don’t worry.” Echo’s voice broke through your thoughts as he set his bag and helmet down on the dresser, turning to face you. He noticed your slight frown and tilted his head.

“Echo, no.” You shook your head firmly, letting your own gear clatter to the floor. You crossed to the bed and flopped onto it, sighing with relief as the surprisingly soft mattress crinkled under the weight of your armor. “There’s enough room for at least three people. We’ll share.”

Echo seemed taken aback, his expression shifting as if he was searching for the right words to protest. You couldn’t help but grin. “What?” you teased, eyes gleaming. “Do I smell terrible or something?”

“Of course not,” he chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. “I just... I don’t want you to be uncomfortable, that’s all.”

“We’re friends, Echo. It’s fine.” You tucked your arms under your head, relaxing into the mattress. “You don’t have to worry about me.”

But Echo’s concern wasn’t really about your comfort in sharing a bed; it was about his cybernetics. He worried about accidentally jabbing you with one of his mechanical limbs in the middle of the night. He kept those thoughts to himself, though, letting the room fall into a companionable silence.

After a moment, you sat up and stretched. “I’m going to take a shower before bed,” you announced. “Who knows when we’ll get hot water again.”

The small bathroom was stocked with tiny bottles of body wash, and you made the most of them. Stepping under the warm spray, you lathered up, savoring the rare luxury. You let the water run through your hair and down your back, briefly closing your eyes as the stress and exhaustion of the day washed away. For a moment, you considered sitting right down on the tile and letting the water pour over you until you forgot about the relentless grind of finding work and scraping by. But you knew better than to waste the water—or the time.

Reluctantly, you shut off the shower and dried yourself off. Pulling on a pair of shorts and an oversized training shirt (which was more than likely Echo’s given the size) that you had stolen as a nightshirt months back. You ran a towel through your damp hair and stepped back into the room. Echo was still by the window, staring out with an expression that suggested his mind was miles away.

“Everything alright?” you asked softly, padding over to him. He blinked, snapping out of whatever thoughts had taken him so far away.

“Yeah, just... thinking,” he replied, his voice just as soft.

You gave him a small smile and squeezed his arm lightly. “You can think all you want, but get some rest too, okay?”

He returned your smile, though it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “You too.”

With that, you both settled into bed, the quiet hum of the city outside lulling you into a sense of peace. It didn’t take long for sleep to pull you under.

Echo eventually joined you in bed, lying stiffly on his side as if unsure how to relax. Despite the unfamiliar softness of the mattress, you quickly drifted off. But the comfort was almost too much—after spending so long sleeping on hard ground or cold ship floors, it was strange to sleep somewhere so cozy.

About two hours later, you stirred awake, blinking in the dim light filtering through the window. You noticed a faint glow from the corner of your eye and turned over, slightly frowning when you saw Echo still awake, his face lit by the pale light of a datapad.

You hesitated, not wanting to disturb him. But your mouth was dry, so you carefully slipped out of bed to grab a glass of water. When you returned and snuggled back under the covers, sleep was elusive. After a few minutes of tossing and turning, you quietly asked, “Echo… you still awake?”

He shifted slightly and rolled onto his back, his eyes catching yours. “Yeah,” he admitted. “Can’t sleep either.”

You smile and switched on your bedside light, casting a small but warm glow over you and half of Echo

“What are you looking at?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper as you lay comfortably on your side and look up to him..

He was silent for a moment, as if debating whether to tell you. “Rex sent me some old holopics; from back when I was with the 501st.”

You propped yourself up on one elbow. “Can I see them?”

He hesitated, but then passed you the datapad. You looked down at an image showing Rex, Cody, Fives, and Echo—back when Echo was…himself. But different. His features were softer, a thick head of hair, his expression more carefree, with no trace of the weight he now carried.

“You look so…” you began, but you struggled to find the right word.

“Normal,” Echo finished flatly, his tone laced with bitterness. You winced at the irritation in his voice, though you knew it wasn’t directed at you.

“No, I wasn’t going to say that,” you said gently as you handed him back the device. “You look fine.”

He sighed, eyes dropping to the scomp link on his arm. “I don’t feel fine. It’s stupid, but I used to imagine life after the war. Maybe I’d find a wife, maybe even have a family.” He shook his head, his voice tinged with regret. “But that feels impossible now.”

“Why?” you asked softly as you looked up at him, though you already knew the answer. His gaze dropped to the scomp link again, the metal gleaming faintly in the low light.

“This,” he said simply, gesturing to his cybernetics. “Who would want someone like me?”

Your heart ached at the vulnerability in his voice. “Echo, I think you’re handsome,” you say earnestly. When he scoffed in disbelief, you pressed on. “I’m being serious. You’ve been through so much, and you’re still here, still fighting. That’s strength, and it’s something anyone would admire. Besides,” you added with a small smile, “I always feel calm and safe around you. That’s rare.”

Echo looked at you, the skepticism in his eyes giving way to something softer, more uncertain. “You really mean that?”

“I do,” you assured him, your voice steady. “You’re more than just what’s happened to you. And one day, you’ll find someone else who sees that, too.”

Echo’s gaze softened, but there was still a shadow lingering in his eyes. “Can I tell you something?”

You nod for him to continue.

“I miss… being able to hold someone,” he confessed quietly. “To just feel close to someone like that.”

The ache you felt for him was real, but a memory stirred in your mind. “You’ve held me before,” you said softly, offering him a small smile.

His brows furrowed in confusion. “What are you talking about?”

You chuckled, recalling a specific mission. “Remember that op where I got hit hard? You carried me all the way back to the ship. I was out cold, but I woke up in your arms.”

A short laugh escaped him as he shook his head. “I guess that does count… in a way. But it’s not really the same thing.” There was a hint of amusement in his voice.

The room fell into a comfortable silence, the distant hum of the city filtering through the window. Yet, his earlier vulnerability lingered in your mind, tempting your curiosity. Before you could second-guess yourself, you blurted out a question that had been simmering at the edges of your thoughts.

“So… have you ever used your scomp… like that?”

He blinked, caught off guard. “What do you mean?”

You felt your cheeks heat up as you tried to clarify. “You know… for, um, pleasuring someone?”

Echo shifted beside you, clearing his throat awkwardly. You quickly reached for the glass of water on the bedside table and offered it to him. “Water?” you asked, trying to play off your embarrassment.

He shook his head, giving a soft, disbelieving chuckle. “No, thanks,” he murmured, but then his expression grew more serious. “And no, I haven’t. The opportunity hasn’t really come up.”

The idea intrigued you, and you couldn’t help the curiosity bubbling up. “Could you… show me what it feels like?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper. “On my arm, I mean.”

Echo watched you carefully, his gaze searching your face for any sign of hesitation. When he didn’t see any, he slowly raised his scomp and gently placed it against your forearm. At your nod, he activated it, letting the subtle vibrations pulse against your skin.

You gasped softly at the sensation—not painful at all, just ticklish and almost soothing. ��See?” you said with a smile. “That’s not bad at all. Any lady would be lucky.”

Echo’s gaze remained fixed on you, a hint of surprise in his eyes. But the playful teasing between you shifted into somewhat deeper. A moment of soft silence lingered, charged with something new. The warmth in the room took on a different tone as you looked into each other’s eyes, both of you aware of the tension hanging in the air.

Your thoughts strayed, and you felt your body respond in a way that left you breathless. Your voice was small, almost hesitant. “You could try it out on my thighs too. If you want.”

Echo’s eyes darkened slightly as he considered your suggestion, his jaw clenching as he weighed the idea. He finally nodded and he waited for you to roll onto your back, his gaze never leaving yours as he reached out again, his scomp moving under the shared duvet and hovering just above your leg.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, I think so.”

The moment the vibrations touched your skin, a shiver ran through you. The sensation was smooth, surprisingly gentle, and far more electrifying than you’d imagined. Your breathing hitched, and despite your best efforts, a quiet moan slipped past your lips. Your eyes closing and head leaning back comfortably on your pillow. “That feels nice.” You gasp.

Echo’s gaze grew more intense as he watched you react, his own expression shifting as he absorbed the effect his touch had on you. The air between you grew thicker, the boundary between curiosity and desire blurring.

You swallowed, your voice unsteady as you whispered, “Echo, if you want… you could please me, you know? I’d like that.” The words came out before you could overthink them.

Echo’s eyes darkened further, a new tension in the set of his shoulders. Slowly, he nodded, his voice a low rasp. “If that’s what you want…” His gaze flicked down, watching as you slid down your shorts beneath the covers, your legs parting slightly.

He moved closer, the mattress dipping as his focus remained entirely on you. He watched every subtle shift in your expression, his own breath growing heavier as he prepared to explore this moment with you. Whatever it was.

Echo’s hand hovered above your thigh, his scomp poised just inches from your skin. When he finally lowered it, the vibrations moved between your folds with a slow, deliberate rhythm. The sensation was like nothing you’d ever felt before—gentle but intense, the subtle pulses sending waves of warmth through your core. “That’s.. oh - fuck.” You moan, eyes intense as you lock eyes with him.

“Do you like that, beautiful?” He cooed, a faint smile on his lips as he watched you react to the compliment.

“S’good,” you whine, toes curling as his scomp presses down and vibrates against your swelling clit. Every time he adjusted the pressure, your breath hitched, the tingling pleasure building as his scomp dipped lower, gliding along your slickness.

Your body responded instinctively, hips rising to meet the movement as the blanket tangled around your legs. In the haze of growing desire, you grabbed the fabric and threw it aside, exposing yourself fully to him. The cool air brushed against your heated skin, but it was nothing compared to the thrill of letting Echo see exactly what he was doing to you.

His eyes blown wide, gaze dropping to the glistening sight between your legs. A low, needy sound escaped him, a mix between a groan and a sigh. “You have such a pretty pussy,” he rasped, his voice rough with barely contained lust as he licked his lips. The simple, honest words made you clench, a wave of need rolling through you that had your head spinning.

The vibrations increased, pressing directly against your sensitive clit, and you cried out, your voice breaking into a moan. “Oh, Echo—I’m gonna… I’m gonna cum,” you gasped, the pressure building to a dizzying peak. Every nerve in your body felt like it was on fire, the relentless rhythm of his scomp pushing you closer and closer to that edge. You grabbed harshly on his arm, holding his scomp exactly where it needed to be. “Baby, d-don’t stop.”

Echo’s gaze stayed locked on your swollen, slick flesh, his breath coming in rough pants as he watched you writhe beneath him. “Let me feel it,” he urged, his voice rough with desire. “Let me see you cum for me.”

The moment his words hit you, everything snapped. Your body arched off the bed, back curving as the pleasure surged through you in powerful waves. You cried out his name, trembling as the release tore through you, the sensation almost too much as his scomp kept pulsing against your now overstimulated clit.

He held you there, watching every twitch, every aftershock that rippled through your body. His eyes were wild, dark with hunger as he savoured the way you came undone beneath him. “Fuck,” he muttered under his breath, almost as if to himself, as if he couldn’t believe how perfect you looked falling apart for him.

When the vibrations finally eased and you could catch your breath, you met his gaze, still reeling from the intensity of the moment. “That was pretty damn good.” You gasp breathlessly, legs still twitching every so often.

“And you looked it, too,” he rasps and you realise how close he was to you now, his face a few inches from yours. You didn’t want this to end.

A soft giggle escapes your lips as you take his scomp in your hand, meeting his gaze with a playful glint in your eyes. Slowly, you bring the metal to your mouth, letting your tongue glide over it, tasting your own slick. The mixture of your warmth and the cool metal sends a shiver down your spine. Echo watches in stunned silence, his eyes fixed on the sight of you licking yourself off his scomp. His breath catches as he murmurs your name, almost reverent, “You don’t realise how much I wish I could feel that…”

You tilt your head, grinning mischievously. “You have another hand, don’t you?” you tease, your voice light. His eyes widen slightly at the suggestion, and after a moment of hesitation, he nods, waiting for you to give the go-ahead. You answer him with a small, encouraging smile.

His fingers are careful as they slide over your folds, still tender and sensitive from your climax. He moves gently, massaging with a touch that’s reverent and exploratory, collecting your slick on his fingers. You gasp at the contact, the mixture of pleasure and overstimulation sending jolts through you.

Without breaking eye contact, he brings his fingers to your lips, offering them to you. You eagerly take them into your mouth, sucking on them with a slow, deliberate rhythm, savouring the taste of yourself while his eyes darken even more.

But you want to return the favour—want to see him fall apart just as he did for you. As you release his fingers with a soft pop, you notice his hand shifting to palm himself through his pants. There’s a tension in his jaw, a hesitation, as if he’s too shy to ask for what he needs. You decide to take the lead.

“Echo,” you said softly, brushing a hand over his cheek. “Before we do this… can I see you?”

He blinked, a flicker of hesitation crossing his features. You could see the doubt creeping in, his usual guardedness returning. His gaze dropped as he began to mumble, “I’m not exactly—my legs, my body… I know it’s not what—”

You cut him off, gently taking his face in your hands. “No. You’re beautiful, Echo,” you insisted, your tone firm but tender. “Every part of you.”

The sincerity in your voice made his breath hitch, and after a beat, he nodded, his eyes meeting yours.

You helped him slide out of the rest of his clothes, taking in the sight of him fully bare to you. The scars, the cybernetics—everything that made him who he was. And as you gazed at him, there was no judgment, no hesitation. “You’re perfect,” you whispered, letting the words sink in as you ran your hands over his chest, tracing every line and curve. His heart hammered in his chest, and you could see the way his eyes softened, that lingering insecurity slowly melting away.

Quietly, you shift onto your knees and slowly peel off your top, letting it fall away as your breasts bounce free. His eyes widen, unable to hide the awe in his expression. “Woah,” he breathes out, his voice tinged with disbelief, as though he can’t quite process what’s happening. Your cheeks heat up as your hand caresses over his erection, thick and hard, the sight of him making your mouth water.

“Do you want me, Echo?”

He swallows hard, eyes locked on yours. “More than anything,” he rasps, voice thick with need. You position yourself over him, guiding the head of his cock between your folds, letting him feel the heat and wetness before you take him in.

With a slow, deliberate movement, you lower yourself onto him, feeling him stretch you wide open as you sink down onto his length. A moan slips from your lips at the sensation, the delicious stretch of him filling you completely. His grip on your waist tightens as he groans deeply, the sound vibrating through his chest.

The feeling of him buried deep inside you is overwhelming, almost intoxicating. The heat between you builds, your bodies starting to find a rhythm that leaves you both breathless.

Every thrust, every slide, is filled with a raw, desperate need, as if neither of you can get enough. Echo’s hand roams over your body, his touch reverent and hungry all at once, while you take him deeper with each roll of your hips. The way he looks at you—like you’re the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen—was enough to almost make yoh tumble into another quick orgasm. “Fuck,” you whisper, feeling the tension build again. “You feel so good inside me, Echo.”

He groans in response, his grip tightening as he thrusts up into you, desperate to keep that connection, to prolong the pleasure that’s surging through both of you. “Yes baby, that’s it. You're riding me so good. Take me.”

With a sudden burst of intensity, Echo flips you onto your back, his eyes wild with desire. He climbs on top of you, pressing the length of his body against yours, but there’s a flicker of uncertainty in his gaze. “Hold me,” you beg breathlessly, needing the closeness, the comfort of being wrapped in his arms as he takes you. But you see the panic flash in his eyes—he doesn’t know how, isn’t sure he can do it right.

Sensing his hesitation, you act on instinct, lifting yourself slightly and guiding his scomp beneath your back, the cool metal settling against your skin in a strange but oddly comforting embrace. “Like this,” you whisper, your voice full of reassurance as you take his free hand and hook it under your thigh, anchoring you in place.

With renewed confidence, he adjusts his grip, holding you steady as he begins to thrust into you with a deep, yet tender rhythm. Your forehead rests against his, your breaths ragged. You don’t think you’ve ever been made love to before, but you were pretty certain this is what it was like. In the midst of the frenzy, you both suddenly pause, realising that despite everything, you still haven’t kissed. The thought hangs in the air for a split second before your lips come together, the kiss charged with all the pent-up passion that had been building between you. At first it’s soft, tender before you whine for him to go faster when it becomes messy, almost frantic. Tongues tangling as you both lose yourselves in the moment.

The bed shakes beneath you, the frame creaking with each powerful stroke as he pounds into you. You can’t hold back—your voice cracks as you pant his name over and over, each plea more desperate and needy than the last. Your legs wrap tightly around him, urging him deeper, while the raw heat of his body and the delicious friction sends sparks through your every nerve.

When you pull back for air, his gaze is intense, admiration and hunger shining in his eyes. “You look so good like this,” he groans, his voice low and thick. “Do you want me to cum inside you, beautiful? Want me to stuff you full of my cum? I want to make sure you feel me inside you long after this.”

His words send you spiraling, your fingers digging into his back as you cling to him, desperate for more. The sound of his balls slapping against your slick, sweaty skin fills the room, every thrust harder and deeper than the last. The pressure builds rapidly, your body tightening around him as you feel yourself teetering on the edge.

“Echo—I’m gonna—” The words barely escape your lips before your release crashes over you like a tidal wave. Your back arches off the bed as you find yourself squirting all over him, the intensity of it leaving you trembling and gasping for breath. The slick warmth of your release covers his cock, dripping down his thighs as he continues to pound into you, chasing his own release.

His rhythm stutters, hips jerking as he reaches his peak. With a deep, guttural groan of your name, he buries himself inside you, filling you with his warmth as his cock throbs within your walls. You feel every pulse, every spurt of his cum, until he’s spent, panting heavily above you.

As he collapses into your arms, your bodies still trembling from the intensity of it all, there’s nothing but the sound of your ragged breathing and the soft, shared smiles that linger between you.

As the intensity of the moment faded, Echo’s hand found yours, fingers intertwining as you both tried to catch your breath. The warmth of his body pressed against yours brought a comforting stillness. He was still, resting his head on your chest, your hearts beating in sync as you gently stroked the back of his neck.

“You okay?” He asked softly, his voice tender and laced with a bit of concern as his thumb brushed along your knuckles.

You smiled, nodding as you looked down at him. “More than okay,” you whispered. “That was amazing.”

A shy grin tugged at his lips, a little bit of that old insecurity trying to creep in. “I never thought—I mean, I didn’t know I could make you feel that way,” he admitted quietly and you can’t help but feel your body warm up at the fact you had squirted, something that had never happened before.

“Yeah,” you giggle breathlessly, “it was definitely new to me too. But it was perfect.”

For a few minutes, neither of you spoke, just enjoying the peaceful silence that wrapped around you like a warm blanket. But you could feel the tension that still lingered in his muscles, the weight of everything he’d been carrying for so long.

“Hey,” you murmured, rubbing soothing circles on his back. “What’s going on in that head of yours?”

He hesitated, then finally opened up. “What if this doesn’t last? That I’ll wake up and realise it was all a dream. It feels too good to be real, you know?”

You shifted, cupping his face with both hands so he’d look directly into your eyes. “It’s real, Echo. I’m real. We’re real. And I’m not going anywhere.” Your voice steady, full of conviction.

The way he looked at you then, with those wide, hopeful eyes, made your heart swell. “Thank you,” he whispered, “for being patient with me. For seeing me.”

You leaned in and kissed him softly, letting the tenderness of the moment speak for itself. “I see you, Echo. Every part of you. And I want it all—the good, the complicated, the messy. I’m here for all of it.”

His eyes closed as he rested his forehead against yours. “You’re more than I ever thought I could have,” he whispered, his voice so low it was almost a breath. “I don’t deserve you.”

“You do. You deserve to be happy. To be loved. And I’m going to make sure you never forget that.”

The vulnerability in his gaze softened into something warmer, more secure. “I think I’m starting to believe you.”

A quiet laugh bubbled up between you as you settled back into the pillows, arms wrapped around each other in a comfortable tangle. The tension had fully melted away, leaving behind only the gentle, reassuring warmth of being with someone who truly understood.

“I’m so lucky I have you,” he murmured sleepily, his head nestling into the crook of your neck.

“Funny, I was thinking the same thing.”

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[stellarbit]

Past Echoes

4.0k words. Light references to intimacy.

Fitting back in with the Bad Batch was an adjustment. Accidentally letting it slip that you and Echo had more history than Tech, Echo, and Wrecker realized... made it a bit more challenging.

Light reference to this lil fic Shadows of the Order. Do you want some jealous Tech? Protective Echo? A slightly voyeuristic Hunter? I gotchu.

I had a thought - the Batch would most definitely hate the idea of you having previous nsfw fun with a reg. But what if it was a 'the call is coming from inside the house' situation. Enjoyyyyy

When the Batch returned to Ord Mantel, you and O2 followed. Cid, a former Jedi informant, didn't recognize you, and you didn't recognize her—fortunately. She wasn't thrilled about your presence at first. It wasn't until you completed a solo job for her, proving your worth while the Batch tackled their mission, that her complaints subsided.

It became routine for you and O2 to take on jobs separately from the Batch whenever possible. The occasional solitude was a balm, helping you adjust to the constant company.You’d forgotten what it was like to be a part of a squad and to have any attention on you.

Their intense attention was making it all the more challenging.

Reuniting with you after Order 66 mended a wound in them. The loss of Crosshair left a void, partially filled by Omega's arrival. She helped them move forward, bridging the gap left behind. Your presence reignited a sense of the familiar, despite the undeniable changes. Where you once engaged freely, laughing and unhesitant in physical affection, you now held yourself apart, you were now detached and resentful as they saw it.

All of them but Echo. He’d known you longer than the others, back to your days as a Jedi Knight fighting with the 501st, and knew personally how hard adjusting could be.

Adjusting to your new reality was more exhausting than you'd anticipated, not so much a matter of resentment as it was sheer fatigue. Socializing, something that once came as naturally as breathing, now consumed a significant chunk of your mental energy. In some ways, Hunter, Tech, Wrecker, and Echo remained unchanged, the brothers you remembered. Yet, in other ways, they were entirely different, forcing you to relearn how to interact with them as if meeting for the first time.

Adjusting to the presence of a child was a whole separate issue.

Aside from taking some missions separately, you’d all fallen into another routine. Between missions, you all retreated to a modest dwelling you'd secured on the outskirts of Ord Mantell. The Marauder had quickly become too small for all of you.

It wasn’t big and privacy was scarce with most of the space being communal. A small refresher, built a short walk into the desert, provided a sliver of solitude from the group's constant buzz.

The moons were starting to set by the time you and O2 returned from your most recent job. You were sore and ready to shut O2 down by the time you walked into Cid’s.

“Welcome back!” Wrecker shouted, tossing you a box almost faster than you could react. “Looks like another successful mission for you.” You snorted and passed the carton of mantell mix to O2. 

Hunter and Omega were immersed in the game at the dejarik table, Tech at the bar with a datapad, and Wrecker and Echo in a booth along the wall observing it all. You headed straight for the bar, a slight limp in your gate.

Echo's posture snapped to attention as he observed your approach. The abruptness of his movement as he rose was enough to send their table jostling. Wrecker steadied the table, thrown off by the sudden energy, and watched his brother march over.

“Must’ve been an easy job if you got back before us.” You teased and slid onto a bar stool,  handing Cid her client’s requested datastick. 

“Heh, easy for us!” Omega boasted and thrust a thumb to her chest. Hunter briefly smiled at the young clone before focusing on the game again.

Echo, however, wasn’t so easily diverted. He approached, his concern etched deeply into his features as he placed a firm hand on your shoulder, turning you to face him. “Looks like it was a rough one if you’re limping back,” he said, his voice carrying a scolding edge.

Behind you, O2, seemingly oblivious to the gravity of the moment and embodying the classic B1 battle droid blend of sass and clumsiness, trundled up. “If you ask me, we had the easy job. I only tripped twice and only one of those times was in front of enemies. Improvement!”

You waved a hand at Cid, signaling for a drink and said, “Getting old is rough. It’s nothing new.” Your attempt to sooth his stern expression fell flat. 

Echo frowned and shook his head before bending to one knee. Examining your leg, Echo slid his hand behind your knee and lifted it up. His hand squeezed around your knee as his thumb worked into the joint. It brought you visible relief, indicative of the sigh and relaxed tilt of your head.

As Echo’s hand continued its examination down the length of your calf, he asked , “Is it acting up?”

Tech leaned from his stool to peer over Echo’s shoulder, taking special note of Echo’s hand still on your knee. “To what are you referring?” 

Echo, without shifting his gaze from your leg, replied with a hint of frustration, “Her knee. She injured it during the Battle of Christophsis.” He paused, his voice softening as he looked up at you, concern replacing annoyance. “We’ve talked about this.”

Cid slid your drink across the bar to you, which you promptly tilted towards Echo. “I have been, nanny droid, but I can’t baby it all the time.” You took a large gulp of the drink and said, “Besides, it always aches after landing.” Since you’d known Echo, he’d always doted on you to some extent. Since your reunion though it was borderline overbearing.

Tech, ever the voice of logical reason, couldn’t resist chiming in. “Actually, that discomfort is likely due to the variations in air pressure and altitude experienced during descent. The symptoms should ease within a few hours. There is no cause for alarm.”

Echo’s response was a sharp and disapproving glance at Tech..

You hummed a laugh as you finished your drink. Setting the glass down and patting Echo’s hand, you turned away from the cybernetic clone. “Which reminds me,” you gestured to O2 in a ‘follow me’ fashion. “O2, c’mon. I need your help with my shoulder.” 

That caught Hunter’s attention. He turned from the dejarik table. “Your shoulder?”

That particular injury was a relic of Order 66, a scar you hadn’t planned on discussing.

“I got shot and it didn’t heal right, but O2 helps with the occasional steroid shot.” Narrowing your eyes at O2, you rolled out your shoulder. “This time get it on the first stick.” You said as the two of you started towards the door.

“Hey!” The battle droid whined after you. “It’s not my fault you won’t calibrate my sensors.”

“Ah, ah, ah!” You shook your hands at O2 and jabbed a finger into their chest plate, “And I told you I’ll get to it. Just-”

“Not happening.” Echo cut in firmly just as you hit the stairs.

Pausing mid-step, one foot hovering above landing to the next flight of stairs, you turned back to your friend. “Excuse me?”

Echo met you on the stairs. “That clanker is not getting the chance to make it worse.

 You grounded yourself and notched a hand on your hip. “Echo,” Your voice betrayed your exhaustion. “O2 can help just fine.” Echo’s face pinched together at the mention of the droid. His disdain and distrust for droids had not eased with O2’s presence. 

Echo's resolve was unyielding, his gaze fixed on you with an intensity that left little room for debate. "No. I'm not letting that droid anywhere near you with a needle. It's not about its capabilities; it's about doing this right," he stated, his tone leaving no room for negotiation. "We're not taking any chances with your health."

You sighed, resisting Echo would only prove futile. “Alright, alright,” you conceded and started back up the stairs. “It’s not like you haven’t seen it all before,” you quipped, too tired to think about what you just let slip.

Echo's reaction was immediate; his eyebrows arched in surprise, clearly he hadn't anticipated such a slip. He quickly glanced at his brothers, hoping that your words had somehow escaped their notice.

It hadn’t.

Hunter's gaze shifted, a flicker of surprise crossing his features. Wrecker's mouth hung open, momentarily lost for words, while Omega looked between them all, sensing a tension she couldn't quite grasp.

Tech, who was usually composed and unfazed, seemed especially taken aback. His eyes widened behind his goggles, and for once, he too was at a loss, his brain trying to piece together this new information with the efficiency of a computer experiencing a glitch.

The others were left in a similar stunned silence, grappling with the sudden insight into a part of Echo and your past that had been carefully veiled until now. It was a sudden glimpse into the shared history between you and Echo—a history that was evidently more intimate than any had realized.

A subtle flush crept over Echo's cheeks, a rare display of embarrassment from the stoic soldier, before he turned, almost sheepishly, to follow you up the stairs. 

The sound of the closing door echoed down the stairwell, leaving a heavy silence in its wake. Cid, ever the observer, couldn't help but comment, "Didn't think Killjoy had it in him."

“Had what in him?” Omega asked, her head shifted between her brothers, expectantly waiting for an answer.

Cid leaned over the bar, “What are you, fresh out of the tube or something? They-”

“Were in the war together.” Hunter cut Cid off sharply. “Soldiers…” he struggled to find the appropriate words. “...have to dress wounds all the time.” He tapped his finger on the dejarik table. “It’s probably best we head back too.”

Omega led the way out with O2's unwieldy form bobbing along beside her. Wrecker and Hunter followed, their broad shoulders nearly blocking the path, while Tech lagged behind, lost in thought.

Wrecker leaned in, his whispering not as quiet as he might have thought. "There’s no way we wouldn’t have noticed something... And aren't Jedi not supposed-”

Hunter quickly silenced Wrecker. The situation was already uncomfortable without Omega’s curiosity making it worse. He caught sight of Tech, unusually distant and without his usual companion, his datapad, in hand.

There had been signs, subtle yet unmistakable, of something more between you and Tech. Hunter prided himself on his ability to read situations, to understand his team beyond words. The knowledge of your intimacy with Tech had bothered him, sparking an unexpected intrigue in him. 

He’d smelled, more than once,Tech’s scent on you. The first time it had dredged up an ugly feeling inside the tattooed clone, but that feeling quickly evolved into something stranger.

Hunter remembered a moment, long before the chaos of Order 66, when he and Crosshair had stumbled upon you and Tech in a compromising situation, ostensibly "repairing" the Marauder's camera system. He’d been catching on to the two of you for a few weeks, but that day he knew for certain. Tech reeked of you and you uncharacteristically jumped at the opportunity to load the ship. It may have been lost on Crosshair, but not Hunter.

He knew what happened and, that night, he enjoyed thinking about it.

On the other hand, the possibility of you and Echo sharing something similar caused him a twinge of jealousy - a new feeling for Hunter. He wasn’t sure what secret you and Echo harbored; he just knew he didn’t like it. He did worry what that meant for the brother behind him.

In the cramped quarters of your makeshift dwelling's refresher, Echo was preparing the syringe. The space was limited, barely accommodating the essentials—a shower, toilet, and sink—yet it somehow felt enough for the two of you squeezed together.

With your back to echo, you sat on the rim of the empty bathtub working at the wrap on your shoulder. Most days you wrapped your shoulder and knee for support. The support it offered varied, but on this day, the wrap was more stubborn than usual.

As you struggled with the final layer, Echo's calloused fingers gently brushed yours aside. The warmth of his touch prompted a soft laugh from you. "Definitely warmer than O2," you commented, the tension easing from your shoulders as the last of the wrap fell away.

"Well, at least fifty percent of me is," Echo replied, his voice carrying a lightness that reminded you of times before the scars of war had marked him. Shutting your eyes, memories of Echo before Skako Minor flooded your mind, back when you were both new to the 501st and the galaxy seemed a vast expanse of possibilities.

Your paths had crossed shortly after you were knighted, and Echo had yet to lose the sheen of a 'shiny.' The connection was instantaneous, each of you quickly fell in together. Your friendship was built on your trust in battle and shared fun, with you playfully chiding him for his by-the-book approach, while he, in turn, found joy in occasionally bending the rules for you.

Your attachment to him was tested after a particularly grueling battle, one that left Echo injured and confined to a med bay. Sneaking in to visit him after hours, you were hit with the reality of how close you had come to losing him. It was within the quiet stolen moments in the med bay that blurred the lines of your camaraderie.

At one point, when you tried to adjust his bandages, Echo's hand caught yours, stopping you. The small touch lifted the weight of the situation. His thumb began gentle little circles on your hand and the bond between you went taught.

Seated beside Echo, your friend who looked at you as more than just a Jedi or commander, you wondered what you may have been without a war.  It was hard to imagine, but one thing was clear: the thought of losing Echo, who had become more than just a fellow soldier, was unbearable.

For the first time, you felt that all the hardships of the war might be worth it, just to keep him and his brothers safe. At that moment, the reasons for fighting seemed more personal, tied to the people who mattered most.

The air changed as you noticed Echo’s gaze lingering on your lips.

Without saying a word, you leaned forward. Echo tried sitting up to meet you and that was all it took for you to bridge the gap with a kiss. A first kiss for the both of you. When you pulled back, he pulled back his blanket and, mindful of his injuries and desperate for the closeness, you tucked in beside him.

For that night, the war faded and it was just the two of you in a sanctuary of whispers and touches.

It was the only time and neither of you regretted it, but it only strengthened the depth of trust your shared. It made losing him all the more gutting. Your eyes opened at that thought.

“Echo.” Your voice broke the silence. 

“Hold still.” He instructed before you felt the pinch of the shot. When it passed, Echo rolled his thumb over the puncture point and worked pressure into the surrounding muscles. “What is it?”

You began picking up your bandages and held them to your bare chest. “Did I ever tell you,” You glanced over your shoulder, but unable to look at him as you continued, you turned back “Losing you at Citadel was one of the worst pains I’ve ever experienced? You were my best friend… and I left you behind.”

The sight of you, hunched over those bandages, a scar wrecking your back, and the smallest he’d ever seen you, caved Echo’s chest in. Echo realized how much that moment had stayed with you, just as losing you had stayed with him.

Echo leaned down to your level, placing his hand on your scarred shoulder. You answered his touch by turning just enough to meet his gaze.

“You are my best friend.” he said, his voice steady and sincere. The look in his eyes suggested he was navigating through similar memories, yet his demeanor wasn't marred by sorrow. Instead, there was a tranquil acceptance in his expression, a balance between acknowledging the past's pain and appreciating the present's joys. He even managed a small smile. "I never felt abandoned by you. I get it. Losing you," he paused, a brief shadow crossing his face, "it seemed like the galaxy was falling apart, not the war."

Echo’s grip tightened on your shoulder before he stood back up. The smile he gave you was confident and comforting, the same Echo you’d met all that time ago. 

“But you are alive and so am I. That’s the only thing that matters now.” His hand traveled up your neck to cradle the side of your head. Then, lightly, he placed a kiss on your head “Let’s keep it that way, shall we?”

He started turning to leave you to wrap up, but paused just short of opening the door. “Oh, and one last thing.”

You’d already started rolling the bandages around your chest, so you didn’t bother to look up but acknowledged him with a nod.

“"The rest of them... they're aware now, of how close we actually are."

His words hung in the air, giving you pause. Only after a beat did the full weight of his statement hit you. Abruptly, you stopped what you were doing and whipped around to face him. "What was that?"

Echo hesitated, then clarified, "You pretty much announced it back at Cid’s that I've ‘seen it all before.’”

As his words sank in, you replayed the exit from Cid’s in your mind, and with growing dread, you realized the implication of your offhand comment. Your eyes batted around, recalling exactly what you’d said on your way out of Cid’s. As the realization fully dawned on you, you looked horrified.

While you and Echo never regretted that night, you both agreed to leave it in the med bay. It couldn’t complicate anything if it stayed as a silent memory.

“Echo-”

His pale skin was rose tinted, barely visible from his hand pinching the bridge of his nose. He glanced upwards, as if seeking divine intervention for a swift escape from the ensuing awkwardness. “I’m not dealing with that jealous lot alone so you better hurry up… Shorty.”

Echo said the nickname , a relic from your time with the 501st, in a way that would’ve made Fives proud. His use of the nickname, light and teasing, was enough to momentarily disarm any retort you had ready. By the time you could react, he had already stepped out.

He waited outside the refresher for you to finish and you both headed inside together. As you both reentered the common area, it was clear that Tech, Hunter, and Wrecker were making a minimal effort to seem occupied with anything but the two of you. O2 and Omega were elsewhere. 

Tech’s attention was drilled into fixing a component of the Marauder, but the tightness in his shoulders showed his discomfort. Hunter was sat adjacent Wrecker, sharpening his knife.

Wrecker, in particular, didn't even bother with the pretense of subtlety. His gaze was unabashedly fixed on you both, wide-eyed and overtly curious, as though seeing you in a completely new light for the first time.

Wrecker was the first to break the silence, unable to contain his curiosity. “So, you two?” He gestured between you and Echo. 

Tech’s attention snapped from his tinkering, his expression tight, betraying a flicker of discomfort at Wrecker’s blunt inquiry. "Is this really the time to—"

"It's okay, Tech," you interjected, wanting to clear the air before misunderstandings could take root. Echo nodded in agreement, his expression calm.

One of Tech’s hands tightened into a fist and he glanced away. With not enough information to assess this sort of situation, he was frustrated and struggling to process it. Tech adjusted his goggles, his voice a mix of resignation and annoyance. "I suppose clarity on the matter would... facilitate a return to normalcy."

Echo glanced at the rest of the squad, then back to you, a silent agreement passing between you. He sighed, "Yes, we had a moment. A long time ago. It wasn't serious, and it's in the past."

Hunter finally spoke, raising a hand to stop the conversation., “We don’t need the details.” He sighed and sat up in his chair. “If it’s in the past, that’s that.” Standing, he replaced the knife in his forearm sheath and continued in a flat tone, “Just caught us off guard is all.,” His gaze swept from you to Echo and then rested on Tech.

Tech finally spoke up, his usual composure regained. “As long as this… history doesn’t interfere with our missions, it remains a personal matter.” Yet, beneath his measured words, a hint of unresolved tension lingered.

Wrecker, processing the information, scratched his head, then offered a shrug. “Guess we’ve all got our stories, huh? Just didn’t see this one coming.” Ever the one to lighten the mood, Wrecker clapped his hands. “Well, now that’s settled, who’s hungry?”

Your eyes caught Tech’s. One of his hands rested on his leg while his thumb rubbed against his forefinger nervously. His characteristic confidence dimmed. You weren’t going to let that linger.

Surprisingly, the group quickly dispersed after the awkward meeting.

Wrecker headed off to find Omega and grab some grub and Hunter wanted to do a routine check of the Marauder, leaving you, Echo, and Tech lingering in the common area. Echo gave you a relieved smile and a nod before he too left, leaving you with time to address Tech.

Tech had stayed behind under the guise of fixing the equipment but the careful avoidance of your gaze didn't go unnoticed. Seizing the moment for a much-needed conversation, you approached him with a deliberate calmness, hoping to bridge the growing gap between you.

"Tech?" you started, your voice softer than usual.

He paused, tools in hand, and finally met your eyes. The usual spark of curiosity was there, but it was overshadowed by a hesitance that hadn't been there before. "Yes?" he responded, his tone neutral yet guarded.

You took a deep breath, searching for the right words to navigate the delicate situation. “I’m sorry I never told you. We always wanted to leave it in the past.” You sighed. “I didn’t want you to look at me differently.”

Tech processed your words, the rigid lines of his posture softening. He set his tools down, giving you his full attention now. “If you are implying I would think less of you, that is not the case.” His mouth twitched to the side, his face still masked in neutrality he hesitantly continued. “However, it certainly makes adapting to our new dynamics more… complicated for me.”

Your confused expression prompted him to explain further, “Historically, the thought of your involvement with others was an… unenjoyable experience for me.” His back straightened and something passed through his brown eyes. “At present, I find myself challenged by the desire to offer you more preferable and memorable alternatives."

For the first time in almost a year, heat flared in your chest. You’d forgotten how intense Tech’s attention was. He’d hinted at jealousy in the past. But that short exchange made you wish he’d found out about your history with Echo much earlier.

You took a casual step forward. “I’d like to see what that brain of yours thinks up.”

Tech’s eyes widened for a moment, flitting to the door and back to you.. “I’ve already thought of multiple scenarios I believe you’d find suitable.”

“Are any of them suitable for a limited timeframe?”

His head tilted and, for the first time since your reunion, he gave you his braggadocious grin. “Precisely three.”

[techwrecker]

𝐓𝐰𝐨 𝐏𝐮𝐳𝐳𝐥𝐞 𝐏𝐢𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐬

Summary: The first time you hold Echo in your arms

Genre: fluff

Tags: SFW, gn!reader (but reader is slightly shorter than Echo), very fluffy, mando'a, prompt/ask

Word Count: 0.7k

Warnings: N/A, (please let me know if I missed any!)

A/N: Thank you so much for the ask! This was so lovely to write.

Other: divider by @moosgraphics & @bunnysrph (tysm!)

“Okay, hold on. Let me try adjusting this way,” Echo said from under the hull of The Marauder.

The trusty ship had blown the second capacitor in one week. After putting it off for too long, Echo begrudgingly decided it was time to lift the hood and see what had your home all hot and bothered. You volunteered to be his assistant, knowing it would put him in a better mood about the whole ordeal. Normally Tech would be his number two, but he and Wrecker were working on something else at the moment. Besides, this gave you some alone time with Echo and that alone made your heart beat a little faster.

“Did it work?” You asked from beside him. He was half buried beneath metal while you were sat criss-cross to hand him the tools he needed.

Echo grunted with exertion before replying. “Well it didn’t not work, I suppose.”

“Need anything else?”

“Yeah— a new hand me the laser caliper. I’m not sure how much life this bird has left to give.” 

“On it.” You fished the tool out of the box and handed it to Echo. “Here it is.”

Your fingers brushed one another, shooting a sizzle of pleasant nerves up your spine. Your body was desperate to feel his touch against your skin again.

He tinkered a few minutes more before rolling out on the crawler for a breather before continuing. Still on his back, you could see his chest heaving slightly from the work.

“If anybody can fix her, I know you can.” You gave him a sweet smile and reached an open hand out to him to help him sit up. He took it, grateful.

“Thanks, love,” he said with a smile.

Your cheeks warmed pink against the cool breeze and you looked away, toward the ground. Echo wasn’t your boyfriend, but there was definitely something building between you. Echo let go of your hand only to stand up and stretch. You followed suit. You were still avoiding his eyes so as to not let your face become any redder. He wasn’t an overly affectionate man, so you were surprised when used his scomp link to raise your chin up, forcing you to meet his eyes. His gaze was determined but soft.

“You know,” he started, taking your hand back up in his. “I couldn’t imagine roaming around the galaxy in this bucket of bolts without you. I’m really glad you’re here.” He took a step closer to you.

Your chest surged with love for Echo, reaching the tipping point. You flung your arms around his torso, enveloping him in a hug you had been dying for weeks now to share with him. The crook of his neck fit your face perfectly as you nuzzled into him. He obligingly hugged you back, tightly. He wanted to hold you until forever and then some. It was as if your bodies had been made for each other, molding perfectly into one another. Two pieces of a puzzle that had found their perfect match. You couldn’t believe how perfect, how right, it felt to hold and to be held by him.

Echo was the first to slightly pull away so he could see your face. You had the biggest grin in the galaxy plastered across it. His eyes were so full of love for you, he couldn’t help but smile back. His face was covered in grease so you reached up and wiped a smear off his cheek. He took it up in his own hand and brought it to his lips, placing a gentle kiss on your knuckles.

“Echo, what are we going to say to the others?” You were worried they would forbid what you shared together.

“Don’t worry about it, mesh’la. I walked in on them last week placing bets on how long it would take for us to finally be together,” he chuckled. “Hunter is about to make a lot of credits.”

You laughed and finally let him go. He had to finish fixing The Marauder before the crew got back for the evening. The time Echo spent under the hull seemed excruciatingly long, but you knew it was only because you were anticipating the moment he finished. You wanted to pull him against you and fit perfectly into his arms again. And once he finished, you did exactly that. From now on, you took every opportunity you could to let Echo know you cared for him by holding him in your arms. Until forever.

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[kaminokatie]

Sex Pollen Part Two || Echo

Synopsis - It's been a few weeks since the sex pollen incident. Echo's eyes have been opened in terms of his true feelings for you and he doesn't know what to do.

Warnings - NSFW.

Word Count - 3.8k.

Find Part One Here.

{Caffeinate Me}

It had been a few weeks since the events of the sex pollen incident had taken place. A few weeks since your squadmates each had a turn of fucking you sensless. The boys were pretending it had never happened and, if anything, were actively avoiding being alone with you. Everyone except Echo that was. Ever since the incident, his eyes had really been opened about his feelings for you. Between nearly losing your life, to having sex with you, Echo realised somewhere along the road of knowing you, he had fallen in love. 

You were sitting with Echo in the cockpit of the Marauder, flicking through your holopad enjoying the comfortable silence between the two of you. Echo’s presence always comforted you even before the incident, but since, you feel as though you’ve grown closer. Echo always had time for you and hadn't actively been avoiding you like the others. You looked up from your holopad and sighed dramatically causing Echo to look up from his own holopad and furrow his eyebrows at you. “What is it?” He asked. 

“I’m just thinking,” you replied, frowning. 

“That’s never good,” Echo joked, a small smile appearing on his lips. 

You scoffed and shook your head at his lousy attempt at humour. “Why have the others been avoiding me so much?” You asked him, hoping he had the answers. You knew it was either because they regretted what happened, they were embarrassed or they were ashamed. But you wanted to know which exactly it was.

Echo let out his own sigh and bit his bottom lip anxiously. “Well…” He started. “It’s complicated.” 

“Yeah, no shit,” you replied with a roll of your eyes. “You’re the only one who hasn’t acted differently with me. If anything, what happened brought us closer as friends.” There it was, like a knife to his heart. ‘As friends’ you said. A visible frown appeared on Echo’s face and you immediately noticed. “What is it?” 

“Friends?” Echo asked, standing up and throwing his holopad on the pilots chair before taking a few steps towards your still seated form. “You think it brought us closer as friends?” 

You looked at him, blinking rapidly at his question. You swore your heart rate had increased at the tone in his voice and at his sudden close proximity to you. You looked Echo up and down, breathing in deeply and closing your eyes before you replied. “Of course. What else are we?” 

Echo shrugged. “I don’t know, but I thought after what happened we would be a little bit more than just friends,” the frustration was evident in his voice. You didn’t know why, but the frustrated tone and the look on his face sent a shiver straight to your core and you found yourself squeezing your thighs together in your seat. This didn’t go unnoticed by the clone in front of you and a slight smirk appeared on his lips. “Something the matter?” 

“No,” you said immediately, relaxing your thighs. Echo gave you a knowing look and held his hand out to help you stand up. Hesitantly, you took his hand and were immediately pulled up from your spot on the co-pilot's chair. Throwing your holo-pad on the chair, you looked up at Echo as a dreamy sigh left your lips. He pulled you close to his body and brought his scomp up to your chin, lifting your head up and forcing you to look directly at him. 

“Are you sure about that?” Echo whispered, leaning in closer to you. His lips ghosted over yours, his breath fanning across your face as he spoke which sent your heart into a beating frenzy. You slowly felt your resolve crumble as Echo leaned further into your body, his lips pressing against yours in a slow yet passionate kiss. Your eyes widened momentarily before fluttering shut, your lips pressing further against his. Echo’s hand dropped from yours and he wrapped his arm around your waist. His scomp was still pressed up against your chin, keeping your head tilted at the perfect angle for him to continue kissing you deeply. Eventually Echo pulled away from your lips slowly, a string of saliva connecting you, making the moment feel more erotic than sweet. Echo breathed heavily as he stared down at you, his eyes searching your face as if trying to commit every detail of your face to memory. “You are so… beautiful.” 

“S-Shut up,” you mumbled softly, averting your gaze away from Echo’s prying eyes out of embarrassment.

He lifted your chin up more, hoping your eyes would follow back to his face. “It’s true. You’re the most beautiful creature I’ve ever had the pleasure of laying my eyes on.” The arm he had wrapped around your waist had tightened its grip so you were now flush against his armoured chest which was rising and falling drastically with every breath he took. You didn’t say anything in response, just kissed him again but more passionately than before. Echo let out a soft moan into the kiss and his tongue traced your bottom lip begging for entrance into your mouth. It was only then did he allow his scomp to fall to your waist. As you parted your lips, Echo immediately forced his tongue into your mouth and began to wrestle with your own, his hand slipping up the front of your shirt to your chest, squeezing your breasts firmly. A soft whimper left your lips that was like music to Echo’s ears and caused him to groan into your mouth as he kissed you back fiercely. “Let me love you beautiful,” he whispered against your lips as he pulled away slightly. You nodded your head, lips planted firmly on his once more in a desperate kiss. With each movement of your lips, the kiss got more heated. “Jump,” Echo mumbled. 

You pulled away, eyes widening slightly as you questioned him. “What?” 

“Trust me, jump.”

You shrugged lightly before jumping up in the air, only for Echo to catch you with his hand and scomp resting firmly on your ass. You wrapped your legs around his waist immediately as his lips chased yours once again. Echo carried you to his bunk on the Marauder, passing the boys whose eyes widened in shock as they watched their brother carrying you swiftly with his lips on yours a feverish kiss. “I didn’t see that coming,” Hunter mumbled to the others, a slight hint of jealousy in his voice.

“I did,” Crosshair growled, his eyes never leaving the door separating them from the bunks. 

Meanwhile, Echo had laid you down on his bunk. Your back pressed against the firm mattress as he pulled his lips away from yours with great difficulty. Echo looked down at you as he breathed heavily while you looked back up at him, biting your bottom lip. Your clit was now throbbing with a desire you hadn’t felt for a few weeks, since the sex pollen incident. You took the initiative and sat up, removing your shirt before laying back down onto the bed and looking up at Echo with large, lust filled eyes. Echo’s breath caught in his throat at the sight, memories of the incident flooding back to him and how good your cunt felt wrapped around his cock. It had him throbbing with need, especially seeing how open you were to having sex with him again. “So kriffing beautiful,” Echo murmured as he brought his hand up to cup your right breast through your bra. He pulled down the cup causing your breast to bounce free before he bent down to place your puckering nipple into his mouth. Without hesitating or thinking, Echo’s tongue immediately began to swirl around your bud forcing a moan to slip past your lips. He sucked and licked at your nipple while cupping your other breast with his hand, making sure to give them equal attention. Your back arched off the mattress and you bit your bottom lip again to stifle the loud moan that was threatening to spill past your lips. Echo mumbled something, but with his mouth around your tit you couldn't quite understand, or cared, what he was saying.  

“Echo, please don’t tease me,” you whimpered softly, your head leaning against the pillow as your eyes fluttered closed. 

“Tell me what you want, pretty thing. Use your words,” Echo whispered, pulling his mouth away from your breasts to look up at you. 

“You, I want you!” You moaned. 

“Be specific,” he growled, turning his attention to your other nipple, licking and sucking desperately as if you were some kind of tasty treat. 

“Your cock. I want your cock!” You cried out. Your lewd words had the clone above you smirking against your skin. 

“And where do you want it?” Echo teased.

“Inside me.”

“Inside you, hmm? Inside where, baby?” 

“Don’t make me say it, it’s embarrassing!” You exclaimed, covering your face with your hands. 

Echo grabbed one of your wrists with his hand and pinned it next to your head as he kissed up your sternum. “Say it,” he ordered, a slight hint of desperation in his tone. 

“I-In my pussy,” you whimpered out, breathing rapidly as Echo kissed up your chest and began planting soft, wet kisses on your throat. 

“Good girl,” he hummed, the hum sending shivers down your spine. Echo continued to kiss slowly up your throat until his lips met yours in a feverish kiss. Your eyes fluttered closed as you kissed back, time going in slow motion as his hand trailed down your abdomen until it reached the waistband of your trousers. Almost expertly, he unbuttoned them before letting you pull them down. In order to do that, however, you had to break the deep kisses Echo was giving to you. He pouted jokingly as you wriggled out of your trousers forcing a slight giggle to leave your lips. 

“Do you want them off or not?” You teased him at his pouting. 

“Gods yes,” Echo growled, helping you pull the fabric down your legs. He stared at you in just under underwear, breasts hanging over the cups of your bra and panties with a slight wet stain on the crotch. It had his breath catching in his throat and his cock twitching in his blacks. “So perfect.” Echo pressed his scomp to your clit over your dampened panties, before swirling it around. You let out a strangled moan as your body filled with a familiar heat of arousal. 

“Oh Gods,” you whimpered, chewing the inside of your cheek as Echo continued to make small circles on your clothed clit. Before you even realised what was happening, Echo had pressed his face against your underwear, inhaling the scent of your dripping cunt. His tongue poked out of his mouth and licked a stripe up the cloth separating him from your pussy before he hooked his fingers around them, tugging them to the side revealing your dripping heat. A groan erupted from his throat as he pressed his face against you, tongue slipping between your soaked folds and into your tight hole. A whine of pleasure left your lips and your head lolled back as Echo began to eat you out like a man starved. His tongue repeatedly penetrated your hole, causing small gasps to escape your mouth as the coil in your stomach tightened. You knew your orgasm was fast approaching, your clit pulsating as Echo licked up your slit to play with the bundle of nerves. It was slightly embarrassing, if you were honest, that you were going to cum so soon. But you shook your head and continued to enjoy the feeling of Echo’s tongue against you and inside of you. 

“You taste so delicious,” Echo moaned against your folds, shaking his head from side to side as he lapped you up repeatedly. The motions had your breath caught in your throat and you found yourself unable to reply to him with words. Instead, your hands made their way to his head, pushing him further against your cunt, only spurring the clone on. His cock was so hard against his blacks he felt as if he was genuinely going to burst out of them. He rolled his hips against the mattress of the bunk to gain a little bit of friction against his throbbing cock, desperate to feel something to relieve the pressure. 

“Echo, I’m going to cum if you keep doing that,” you gasped, eyes widening as you felt your release growing ever closer. 

“Cum for me precious girl,” Echo said, his voice sounding as if he was almost begging for you to cum. You nodded your head erratically as your pussy clenched around his tongue, mewling and moaning about how good it felt as you sprayed all over his tongue and face. “That’s it. Good girl.” Echo gave your cunt one last large suck before he pulled away, shedding himself out of his blacks in record speed until he was fully naked above you. You were breathing rapidly, head fuzzy with the remnants of your release as you felt Echo manoeuvre above you, pressing his leaking tip at your slit. His hand stayed at the base of his cock as he slowly pushed himself into your entrance, removing his hand once he got half-way in to help his scomp keep him upright above you. “Almost in sweetheart, almost in,” he cooed softly to you, pressing kisses to the corner of your eyes as tears welled in them. With one last thrust, Echo had fully seated himself inside of your tight cunt. With his hand and scomp on either side of your head, holding himself up, he gave an experimental thrust forcing you to let out a squeak. “Are you okay?” He asked, looking down at you with concern. 

You let out a shaky breath and nodded. “Yeah, you just surprised me, that's all.” After a few moments of staying still, you whispered in a begging tone, “please move Echo.”

“Anything for you princess,” he replied with a soft, loving smile before thrusting against you again slowly. You let out a groan and wrapped your arms around Echo’s neck, pulling him down and colliding your lips with his, wet and clumsy kisses ensuing. Echo’s cock continued to move inside of you as he shifted his weight slightly, wrapping your legs further around his waist causing him to drive deeper into you. You writhed beneath him as he pushed you further into the mattress, hips speeding up their pace as he began pounding into you. 

“Oh God's Echo,” you croaked out against his lips, your throat running dry as you attempted to stop the scream threatening to erupt from your lungs. 

Echo pulled away from your lips to look down on you, a hungry expression hidden deep within his eyes. He wanted to tell you to be quiet, to warn you that the others were probably outside listening to everything going on within the room as he fucked you senesless, but Echo couldn’t bring himself to silence your pretty little moans. “Don’t be quiet sweetheart.”

“But the others-”

“I don’t care,” he interrupted you, pulling out of your pussy completely before slamming himself back into you, forcing you to let out a scream of pleasure. Your head was completely dizzy, your mind fuzzy with lust. You began to chant out Echo’s name as your second orgasm washed over you, your thighs squeezing around his waist. At the feeling of your walls contracting around him, Echo felt his own cock throb as his own orgasm neared. “Oh kriff Y/N. God’s, you’re so beautiful. I’m going to fill you up now baby, okay?” He babbled into your neck as his pace sped up. 

“Please Echo, please,” you begged softly, almost whining as your body trembled from your climax. Echo nodded his head and allowed himself to let go, his scomp trailing to your chin to keep your head up. 

“Look at me when I cum, please,” he whispered, his tone begging with you to listen to him. You nodded, despite the slight nerves fluttering in your belly as your eyes remained locked on his. Almost as your eyes locked with his, Echo felt his cock twitch inside your wet heat. He was cumming, and a lot of it. Rope after rope of his warm, white semen spilled deep inside of you with one final thrust of his hips causing you to let out a slight moan of relief as you felt him fill you up. Your legs felt like jelly as Echo pulled out of you, his eyes half-lidded and roaming over your body before settling at the mess between your legs. You had soaked the bunk with your own orgasms, and Echo’s spend was already starting to leak out down your thighs and pool on the sheets below. After a few seconds, Echo spoke up, his voice shaky. “Are you okay?” 

“Never better,” you whispered with a grin, panting heavily. 

“Good princess. Stay here, let me get a cloth to clean up your thighs,” he smiled, standing up and tugging on his blacks before grabbing a towel and moving between your legs. He placed the towel on either of your thighs, letting the soft material soak up the small amount of his cum that had leaked out of you. “Better?” Echo asked as he pulled the towel away from your legs and discarding it on the floor beside his bunk. 

“Much better,” you replied with a nod.  

Echo lay down next to you, using his arm to pull your body close to his, allowing himself to be soothed by your breathing. After a few moments of silence, Echo finally spoke up, his voice awkward and timid. “What, erm, what does this mean for us?” He asked, feeling the anxiety settle in his stomach. 

You thought for a moment before shrugging lightly. “What do you want it to mean for us?” You whisper back, your gaze casting down to his lips. 

Echo also shrugged at your question. He knew that his brothers felt the same way about you that he did and he couldn’t, in good conscience, take away their chances with you without letting you choose who you wanted to be with. He sighed. “Look, I love you-”

“You love me?” You asked, eyes wide as you blinked rapidly. 

Echo nodded. “Yes, I love you. But right now, I don't think we should label it. There are… extraneous factors that could change how you feel about me.”

“Like what?” You questioned, tilting your head to the side. He shook his head, refusing to tell you, but you trusted him. Whatever extraneous factors there were must have been important otherwise he wouldn’t have told you about their existence in the first place. You knew Echo better than anyone else on the squad, he must have had a good reason for not telling you what exactly they were, so you just nodded at him. “Okay, we won't label it.” 

Echo pressed a soft kiss to your lips, a silent ‘thank you’ for not questioning him any further. Happily, you accepted the kiss until there was a knock on the door. “Are you two done in there?” It was Crosshair’s voice, sounding as frustrated and as arsey as always. 

Your face heated up in embarrassment and Echo grabbed the blanket, wrapping it around your naked body. “Yeah, all done.” Echo called back, causing the sniper to mumble something underneath his breath as he walked away from the door. You and Echo stayed like that for the rest of the night, naked and in each other’s embrace until you both fell asleep. It was the best night's sleep Echo had had since the Skako Minor incident. He also didn’t fail to notice the angry looks he received from his brothers the next morning when he emerged from his bunk. “What?” He asked quietly, closing the door to the bunks behind him so as to not wake you up. 

“You know damn well ‘what’,” Crosshair snapped, flicking the toothpick out of the corner of his mouth. Echo sighed and stepped further into the room, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly with his hand as his scomp stayed by his side.

“Look, it just happened. I didn’t mean to, I swear but once we kissed I couldn’t stop myself,” Echo grumbled as he sat down with his brothers. “The last thing I want to do is ruin your chances with her, so we’ve decided not to put a label on us. Not yet anyway.”

“Ruin our chances?” Wrecker asked, his head tilting to the side. 

“You know what I mean. I know you all feel the same way about her that I do, I could see it when…” Echo’s voice trailed off as he recalled the sex pollen incident. How each of his brothers had looked at you as they fucked you to save your life. 

“So what now?” Hunter asked, raising an eyebrow at Echo questioningly. 

“I think the only logical explanation would be to tell Y/N how we all feel about her, and then let her choose if she would like to court any of us,” Tech piped up as he typed away on his holopad. Hunter, Crosshair and Wrecker all nodded their heads in agreement before looking at the door to the bunk room longingly. 

“But who goes first?” Wrecker asked, his eyebrow twitching as he looked between his brothers. 

“I say we go in order of who fell for her first,” Hunter suggests. “That means Tech. He fell for Y/N before any of us.” 

Tech’s eyes widened in surprise, not expecting Hunter to suggest someone other than himself first. Unease settled in the pit of his stomach, but he nodded his head as he adjusted his goggles. “I suppose I could tell her first,” he said, trying to sound confident.  Hunter gave Tech a reassuring pat on his shoulder. “Whenever you're ready, Tech, but don’t wait too long. We want to tell her sometime before the year is out,” he joked, trying to ease Tech’s anxieties. Tech just nodded in response, adjusting his goggles once again. The rest of the morning, The Batch spent waiting for you to wake up before they could discuss the next mission they had to go on. Tech fidgeted anxiously as he sat down, thinking about all the ways he could confess his love to you. He wasn’t listening to what his brothers had to say at all. It was time he told you, after all and he wanted it to be perfect. Maybe he’d get some tips from Echo. Yeah, he’d definitely get some tips from Echo. Then he had it, the perfect idea and it was only a matter of time before he would be able to execute it. He just needed to wait for a sunny, cloudless day.

[moodymisty]

Bad Batch - Sleeping/Cuddling Headcanons

Author’s Note: I've had these in my drafts since I started this blog a year ago, so... enjoy? :3

Relationships: Tech x Gn!Reader, Crosshair x Gn!Reader, Hunter x Gn!Reader, Wrecker x Gn!Reader, and Echo x Gn!Reader

Warnings: One or two very mild hints of lewd content, so I'm being very safe 18+ only

✦ Wrecker ✦

Wrecker has always found the feeling of sleeping with something- or someone- in his arms soothing. Maybe it's the weight, or just the feeling of his arms cradling around something soft. Lula was always there for him, and he still has the stuffed tooka sitting comfortably, and close by, in the corner of his bunk.

When you came along, you ended up replacing the plush tooka in a way; Serving as a new, larger thing to hold.

Whether he's on his back and you're on his chest, or on his side and he's got your front or back against his chest, Wrecker will always have both arms effectively caging you in a hug; Holding you tight.

When it's cold, as The Marauder often gets when you're in hyperspace, it's magical. This man is a human heater in it's purest form, and him snuggling close is warmer than almost any blanket.

And also waking up after some sleep is almost always a highlight. You'll get a kiss and a 'good morning' (even if you're in hyperspace and gods know what time it is) before you have to break apart and get out of bed. Or his bunk. Or the co-pilot's seat because you fell asleep in his lap again.

But Wrecker is usually a heavy sleeper, so you've become a master at slowly wriggling your way out if you need to in the middle of the 'night', and then slipping right back in, feeling his arms re-tighten once you return into his reach.

Every now and again however Wrecker will be latched onto you too tight to allow you freedom, and you end up having to wake him up in order to escape.

Sometimes he'll let you go right away, but other times he'll put up a fight and smirk before putting some weight on you, trapping you with him until you pay the toll to escape.

The toll is always a kiss or sometimes two; Though lately he keeps raising the price...

✦ Hunter ✦

Hunter admittedly takes a decent while before he's willing to be affectionate to the degree of cuddling.

He has to get using to being with someone in such a vulnerable state, and train himself out of bad habits that tell him to keep these types of things to himself, and people at arms length.

But you're nothing if not persistent, (while also being patient and understanding of course) and after a few times of falling asleep on his shoulder or inviting him to spend the night at your home, he eventually gets his inner thoughts sorted out and allows himself to indulge.

Once he's more comfortable, Hunter is always the big spoon. Tugging the covers almost and sometimes completely overtop of the both of you, Hunter will wrap his arms around your waist and tug close enough that his face presses against the back of your head.

It almost feels like a little cocoon or nest in a way, and even if you don't normally sleep like this, you have to admit it's very comfortable. (Though maybe having Hunter as part of the equation helps just a bit.)

As he's getting more sleepy he'll always take a deep breath and sigh, your hair brushing against his skin. He once tried to explain it to you once; That your familiar scent being so close meant that you were safe and he could relax. That with you in his arms, he could loosen his shoulders and close his eyes, knowing you were right here and unharmed.

Hunter always hates the way he eventually has to drag himself from the little pocket of warmth beneath the blankets you both created, but he at least got a good night's rest.

When he can't have you close by however, he absolutely has something that serves your place usually while deployed on The Marauder.

For awhile it was one of your nightshirts, and another time it was a small blanket you'd use to drape over your legs when it was cold. They both smell like you, and with his senses it helps him get to sleep that little bit faster when you aren't right there.

✦ Tech ✦

Tech often falls asleep in places he shouldn’t, and most times you end up having to herd him back towards his bunk in order to get him to sleep properly.

If and when he does lay down he’s almost always on his back, leaving an arm away from his body so you can tuck against his side.

It was a bit awkward for him at first; He felt like he needed to figure the 'right' way to do sleep in the same bed together or hold you. He ended up taking your comfort as him doing it 'right' enough however, and quickly embraced his new sleeping habits.

If he doesn't instantly pass out he’ll usually tinker or read something, sometimes out loud; As once you'd asked him to, eager to listen and him eager to share. It also helps that Tech's voice is extremely consistent and soothing, and more often than not can lull you to sleep faster than anything else can.

Recently however, you’ve been trying to read to him as well. He had given you his datapad with something pulled up and quietly asked if you would; Saying he wanted to continue reading, but his head hurt too much to stare at the screen for any longer. But Tech can't leave things unfinished, even if for a few hours.

He seemed almost surprised when you had said yes, every now and again glancing over to see his eyes closed with goggles off while you read on to the next sentence.

Now almost every time you're both pressed side to side, with Tech always having an arm around you as you or him partake in some pre-sleep winding down.

Sometimes you might stutter or find the topic he's chosen a bit boring, but he seems to really enjoy it, listening to you repeat sentences of borderline incomprehensible technological theorycrafting while you wiggle deeper into the hold his arm has around your shoulders. Your cuddles and sleeping habits are a consistent, well oiled machine, which always end with a goodnight kiss.

(Meanwhile, Hunter is cursing his hearing. Please put down the datapad it's been over an hour and you're both still mumbling about software constraints and he is suffering.)

✦ Echo ✦

Echo has always had trouble sleeping, especially before you’d arrived in his life. Though even if he does, and it's obvious, it takes more than a little while for him to allow himself to show he is troubled by it.

So it ends up taking a little while before you get to the point of cuddling up, and even then, you can feel Echo is a little stiff and awkward. It wasn't bad when you sit in the same seat as him, just laying your legs over his so your weight doesn't weigh down his legs, but now that your limbs are all tangled up, it's a bit more obvious.

He admits that he worries his cybernetics make him uncomfortable for you to lay with, and that maybe it isn't the best idea. He doesn't want to hurt you, he says, illuding to you waking up with dents on your skin from where your leg laid against his.

But you wake up with dents in your skin from your clothes or your leg falling off the side of your bed or the bunks in The Marauder, you're not going to let something so silly prevent you from waking up with him beside you.

Speaking of Echo's cybernetics they often make him run a bit colder than the average person, but you have zero complaints. Especially if you're on a hot planet like Tatooine...

It also means you better have more than one blanket, as he'll probably end up stealing it while he sleeps. You're all snuggled against his chest with his chin on your head, until suddenly your back feels cold; The blanket having been pulled away.

There's also been a few times that he's teasingly put a cold piece of metal against your skin under the blankets and made you almost squeal, but bringing that up always makes him feign innocence.

But most of all, he loves waking up before you, and enjoy the feeling of going back to sleep with you again. Sometimes he'll sneak a little kiss but it oftentimes it ends up waking you up, but you don't mind.

✦ Crosshair ✦

Crosshair often sleeps partly leaning up, even if you lament about how that would destroy your back if you ever tried it.

Part of it is always wanting to be alert and ready to go if anything happens, and sometimes he simply passes out while working on something (his rifle, usually).

When you end up joining him in his own bunk instead of your own, for the first while he continues the habit, feeling as you lay close to him with your head by his waist.

He pretends to not be fond of the affection- as he always does- though he never actually puts his foot down. He continues to let you awkwardly sleep on him, until he finally relents to start laying on his back and you throw an arm over his stomach.

He'll throw his arm over his eyes and fall asleep, and even he can't deny that when he wakes up, he feels a little better than usual.

The sniper is absolutely a heat leech, and he- embarrassingly so to him, gets particularly cuddly when he's cold. He runs chilly, and he doesn't say it, but he really enjoys having someone keeping the little pocket of air underneath the one thin blanket he has warm because his body can't seem to do so itself...

He's far more open to this sort of affection when you're alone, like in your home per say, but if you're on The Marauder, he doesn't mind too much if you sneak into his bunk. He'll give you a little side eye, but it's more amused than anything.

It's not gotten to the point that if you for some reason don't instantly join him as you usually do, Crosshair will end up getting almost frustrated, and you'll be able to feel the heat on your back.

Sometimes you'll wake up randomly almost feeling like he's brushing your hair out of your face or touching your forehead, but he always denies doing such a thing with a scoff if you sleepily roll over and ask.

[skellymom]

"WORDLESS"

THE BAD BATCH ECHO x NON GENDERED READER FAN FIC

A brilliant revolutionary is rendered handicapped and loses hope. Echo steps in to help them restore their life...and finds love.

Word Count: 2.6K

Warnings: Angst, pain, crying, injury, handicapped characters dealing with their condition, kissing and sweetness. I researched Aphasia some, but PLEASE do not come for me. I am not claiming to be an expert. And, I did my very best to be respectful of portraying this medical disorder. My aim was to portray a healthy and devoted relationship with two people who have a physical and mental disability.

No smut (However, all you Echo Lovers who would like a SEPARATE smutty story with these two, PLEASE MESSAGE ME!)

(Divider credit: @hereindreamlandpng @sister-lucifer, Pinterest pic credit: will)

Listen as you read: "Don't Forsake Me" by Ofra Haza

Lyrics:

Don't cast me away When I start to fade When my mind's unmade Don't forsake me When my strength has ebbed Don't forsake me

I know the day will come I know the day will come And all my life will be haze and spark Don't ever leave me in the dark

Don't cast me away When I start to fade When my mind's unmade Don't forsake me When my strength has ebbed Don't forsake me Oh, Oh, Oh Don't cast me away

Tech adjusted his goggles while reading the holopad.  “Your name is becoming very visible throughout the galaxy. I believe the Outer Rim is NOW referring to you as ‘The Bearer of Emancipation’” 

“Kinda cool...but kinda dangerous, eh?”  Wrecker mused. 

“PROMISED Omega we’d ALL come home safe” Hunter added “And NOT bring the Empire hot on our heels to Pabu.” 

I smiled widely feeling EXTRA confident in my abilities promoting clone rights and an overall galaxy wide rebellion post Order 66. "No worries, boys. We're making wonderful headway!" 

It all started out for me as a destitute desert rat the Batch picked up while on their travels. They occasionally helped Rex with his Clone Rebellion.  The “Sassy Jokester” or the “Brilliant Orator” the boys called me.  I really had no skills that would cause them to keep me around.  Not as a medic, mechanic, cook, or anything else for that matter.  Just someone with a quick wit and courageous mouth.  They said my words gave them hope and a reason to feel like actual human beings.  And the laughs...all the laughs too. 

Then, on a mission for Rex, I met ECHO.   

In one afternoon, he wooed me with his rebellious passion for freedom and a safer galaxy.  He commed Senator Chuchi, who I had NEVER heard of.  We spoke and I was hooked. 

From that point on I became a REVOLUTIONARY! 

I traveled to so many worlds with so many different squads.  Deviating which clones would protect me while meeting the galaxy’s citizens.  Changing hearts and minds for The Rebellion. 

We had managed to largely avoid any snags with the Empire...or its cult of followers. 

So far. 

ENVOY____, ENVOY _____!!!  A young girl no older than 6 years old appeared, jumping up and down excitedly. 

She was genuinely thrilled to meet me.  Holding a festively colored box in her hands. 

I broke ranks with the boys and approached her. 

“Envoy...I... wouldn’t do that.”  Hunter warned. 

Scoffing at Hunter’s alarm, I continued to approach.  This planet was safe, and we experienced no issues with the people here... 

Her face lit up as I approached.  She held out the box to me “One of your fans told me to give this to you.” 

Crosshair’s agitated voice squawked over Hunter’s comm behind me.  He did NOT sound like his usual calm self while keeping the sniper’s view of our group... 

Her innocent face.  The face of Hope...of a peaceful future. 

Before I could take the box from her hands, it was shot to the ground from above.   

A second later Hunter grabbed the little girl, flipping and jumping away... 

The last thing I saw was Wrecker’s armor around me with the blinding light of an explosion behind him... 

Then...fade to black... 

I awoke in a rudimentary med ward, on an elevated hover stretcher with a rickety stainless-steel table next to it.  On it lay a water canteen and an empty bedpan.   

There’s a quiet yawn, turning to see Hunter seated next to me.  He had just awakened too. 

He said something.  I could hear him...but his words made no sense.  Hunter babbled in a language I barely understood.  I could read his facial expressions though: relief, love...then changing to doubt and concern the more he spoke. 

He spoke into his comm. 

My tensions began to rise... 

Minutes later Wrecker, Tech, and Crosshair warily, but relieved filed into the room as Hunter commed someone else. 

Tech approached and began talking to me.  He spoke what seemed volumes before I could discern the occasional word.   

Why was this so difficult?  Why did I feel like they were speaking an alien language? 

I opened my mouth to Tech, thinking he would be able to understand... 

...and a guttural sound fell from my mouth.  I tried again and again.  Same thing. 

I felt the tears on my cheeks.  Hunter gently wiped them away, rubbing circles on my shoulder with his other hand. 

Becoming more hysterical with every attempt to speak... 

Crosshair motioned from across the room with the air he reserved for making snide, but hilarious comments to lighten the mood.  He was not a cuddler like Hunter. 

His sinuous voice pulled the curtain back from my lack of understanding.  Where I would normally laugh, I could only mumble unintelligibly. 

Then he doubled down, clearly now NOT paying attention to Tech’s facts, nor Hunter growling at him “Crosshair, this is NOT the time or place!” 

Wrecker, standing next to Cross, trying to silence his brother to no avail...highly aware of my stress and anxiety... 

Then...Crosshair’s voice cuts through my mental haze like a knife through flesh...wounding... 

“Are you DEAF and DUMB???” 

I SNAPPED! 

He ducks just fast enough to not be struck by the stainless-steel bedpan as it hits the wall.  There’s fear in HIS eyes and immense guilt as I SCREAM at him...in an unhinged way.  I sound like an angry animal. 

Wrecker slides over and presses himself into a corner.  Trying to make himself smaller.  He DOESN’T know what to do. 

My screams of rage ramp down to a mournful howl because I AM SCARING HIM. 

“HE DIDN’T MEAN IT!”  Hunter grabs both of my arms.  His expression compassionate and... perhaps too forgiving... 

My anger FLARES as he attempts to lessen the blow of his brother's horrible choice of words.   

ALWAYS defending him!  

WHY can’t Crosshair be more empathetic?   

WHY must Hunter step in for this GROWN man? 

He suddenly realizes his mistake the second I slam my hands into his chest, pushing him away... 

...too strong for me to hurt him... 

But his FEELINGS are torn to shreds...and it shows. 

Tech is attempting to talk AT ME thinking perhaps his LOGIC would prevail in an otherwise VERY EMOTIONALLY charged situation. 

“...a TRAUMATIC brain injury...Aphasia...you can vocalize, however are currently unable to form words.”   

Then he sets his datapad onto my lap. 

“Perhaps...TYPE the message you wish us to comprehend?” 

I inhale SHARPLY.  The keys on the touchscreen resembled an angular string of symbols...and were totally unrecognizable to me. 

These SYMBOLS should MEAN SOMETHING! 

Tech was so sure of my abilities... 

A panic attack grips me.  I let out a crestfallen moan, shaking my head.  No longer even paying attention to the men in the room.   

I want to escape.  To outrun the situation. I MUST GET OUT OF HERE!!! 

Sliding from the stretcher and totally mistakin that my legs would support me post medical coma... 

And falling HEAVILY to the med unit floor, taking the stainless-steel table with it.  The water in the canteen spills all over me and the floor as I fall stomach down with a SLAP! 

IMMEDIATELY, hands on me...trying to lift... 

But my RAGE flares AGAIN! 

Punching and slapping at the well-meaning men...I FORCE them to retreat... 

So that I may lay upon the floor and keep screaming until I'm hoarse. 

Finally, silence, I inhale sharply...and exhale raggedly.  The room is silent enough to hear a pin drop. 

And the familiar thudding of boots entering the room... 

Metal boots. 

They appear in my line of vision. 

A soft but gruff voice speaks “Now...what’s this?” as he kneels. 

Then pulls me wet and bruised off the floor and into his arms.  I hug his neck.  Then try to speak.  Nothing but noise comes out. 

He strokes my hair “I won’t lie.  It’s going to be a HUGE adjustment.” 

I look up into those amber eyes as I feel his cold metal scomp on my back.   

“Up you go.” As Echo lifts and places me back onto the hover stretcher.  Hunter carefully sets a clean gown next to me as Tech hurriedly rights the table and wipes up the water.��

Crosshair stands slumped with a defeated expression.  Wrecker pokes him in the back HARD. 

He straightens up.  “I... shouldn’t have said that.”  Crosshair’s eyes meet yours.  “I’m sorry.” 

I nod.  Forgiving him while wiping my face. 

Hunter squeezes my shoulder “We’ll let you have some space.” Then ushers his brothers out of the room. 

Echo stays behind and helps me change into the dry hospital gown.  He can tell from my expression I am extremely grateful for his support. 

“I ALMOST just missed seeing you awake.” 

My eyes shot up to him in surprise. 

“Heh...been visiting you the past few weeks since the accident.  Of course, you’ve been out and didn’t know it.  You know...in-between missions...” 

He’s rubbing the back of his neck in the awkward way he does when slightly embarrassed. 

My eyes soften. 

He smiles.   

“My ship had JUST left...then Hunter commed me...” 

He steps closer tentatively and takes my hand. 

“From the tone of his voice...thought I...uh...WE had LOST you...” He looks so PAINED by the thought. 

I couldn’t hold back...he’s been such an ally.  But he’s more than that to me.  Someone very precious.  I LOVE ALL the clones... 

But Echo has a VERY special place in my heart. 

Pulling him close and embracing him, I sigh. 

“I don’t know WHAT I’d do if I lost you.” He whispers in my ear. 

I caress his cheek, then pull back from our embrace to gently kiss his lips. 

He inhales sharply. 

I know this is the FIRST kiss he has EVER experienced in his life.  Then I place his hand against my heart, trying to communicate my feelings for him.  

He understands completely. 

“Will you come with me?  I... mean AFTER you’re taken care of medically.  Just...can’t leave you again.” 

I’m elated...but uncertain about the future.  How can I continue my work?  It would be IMPOSSIBLE to advocate if I cannot speak... 

“You’ll find your voice.  We’ll figure SOMETHING out.  You’re not done.” 

I moan quietly and shake my head. 

Then I think of what he’s been through.  Now standing here, having picked me up off the floor with one arm, traveling through the galaxy fighting for peace, then coming back time and again to my bedside...a man missing most of his body, whose mind had been tormented for so long... 

In his eyes I see HOPE. 

If Echo can do it, so can I. 

Pabu is a beautiful place to recover.  The sunlight, perfect weather...and the people are so attentive and caring.  I sit on the beach and watch the waves roll in. My clone family has been nothing but wonderful and supportive.

But I can’t stay here forever.  There’s work to do.  Especially if I want EVERYONE in the universe to be able to have a safe home and their freedom. 

I still cannot speak.  According to Tech I may NEVER regain my verbalization.  But he was delighted that I was lucky enough to understand the spoken word.  Not everyone with this injury can. 

“See you made it down here by yourself today.” Echo’s pride shows as he approaches.  He’d usually lead me down the rocky steps to the sand.   

He’s dressed only in his deep red bodysuit bottoms.  Confidently showing off his prosthetics and mechanics.  Something he would have NEVER done before we met.  His skin is beginning to lose that ghostly pallor. 

I give him an “of course” expression and he smiles.  He knows I’ve been pushing myself hard.  We won’t leave Pabu until I’m cleared medically by Tech. Physical therapy works wonders with mobility.  Then there’s the lessons... 

“Here’s your teacher now.” 

Omega sprints across the beach towards us.  She’s wearing a rainbow tie dye swimsuit.  Something her and Lyana made one happy Pabu summer day. 

“Are you ready?” She’s excited and hopeful.   

They both join me on the blanket. 

“Ok, recap.  Show me what we worked on yesterday.” Omega slips into tutor mode. 

I roll my eyes and sign in Standard Basic The quick silver Vulptice jumps over the lazy Lurca. 

“PERFECT!” Omega claps her hands ecstatically. 

I want something FUN!  When will I learn swear words? 

Omega laughs into her hands and blushes. 

“That’s MY department.” Echo embraces me, pulling my back to his chest.  Then leans into my ear whispering something and gestures with his scomp and hand...a very interesting swear word indeed! 

Omega explodes into even wilder laughter and falls backward onto the sand. 

“What’s SO FUNNY” Hunter asks as he approaches. 

Nothing I sign, but giggle. 

He glances at Echo and I, then winks with a mischievous grin. 

Wrecker sets down a huge cooler of food and drinks, then takes Shep’s hand as they make a beeline for the water in their matching swim trunks.   

Batcher tears past and Omega runs after her. 

Tech and Phee approach.  She holds aloft a beautiful bottle of deep amber alcohol “Hondo sends his FINEST rum.  It’s been sold out since the Empire put an alcohol prohibition on their stormtroopers.  He held this baby back just for US!” 

Tech spreads another big blanket onto the sand as Phee hands the rum to Hunter.  Then she removes her gauzy sarong to reveal a beautifully beaded and woven earth toned bikini.  Tech is captivated by this.  Standing there smiling in his plain beige and heavily pocketed cargo shorts. 

Then he scoops her up lovingly over his shoulder and walks calmly into the ocean.  She squeals playfully. 

Crosshair opens a HUGE beach umbrella and sinks it into the sand, parking himself under it on the blanket next to Hunter. He’s dressed in a black full body wetsuit covering his tall sleek frame, black sunglasses, with his signature toothpick.  Cross had since grown out his hair only on the top.  His frosty silver locks falling lushly to a side part and long bangs mysteriously covering one eye.  Contrasted with Hunter only dressed in a pair of skimpy distressed jean cutoff shorts.  The light acid washed denim emphasizing his dark skin and toned body, deep crimson bandana, and jet-black curls resting past his broad shoulders. 

Hunter cracks open the rum, pours two glasses and hands one to Crosshair. 

The Bachelor Thirst Traps of Pabu. I sign to Echo.  The women...and men should be showing up ANY minute now... 

Hunter nods, offering us some rum. 

“We’ll pass for now.”  Echo nods back, eyeing more beachgoers descending the stairs at the top of the cliff.  “Looks like your fans are here.” he chuckles. 

Hunter stops and sighs “Can’t get a moment of PEACE.” 

Crosshair snorts. “When you prance down the streets wearing THAT, what do you expect?   

“They’re lucky I even wear ANYTHING to the beach.” Hunter grouses. 

They’d feel pretty LUCKY if you DIDN’T!  I sign.  

Echo snorts.  Crosshair throws his head back and cackles. 

Hunter smirks “You’re Basic Sign is getting much better.” 

Thanks, Sergeant 

“Keep an eye on this for me.”  Echo pulls off his scomp and tosses it to Cross. 

Cross catches and salutes Echo with it, drink in hand. 

Echo and I get up from the blanket and head over to our secluded spot at the lagoon.  He holds my hand keeping vigilant should I trip on the sand.  My legs are still a bit weak. 

We sit on a smooth flat boulder next to a shallow pool of sparkling turquoise ocean water.  No waves or currents, just a calm oasis with rocks surrounding it allowing for privacy. 

I slide in first, floating and buoyant waiting for Echo. 

He carefully pulls off both leg prosthetics, leaving them on the boulder, then inches over the edge.  I hold out my hands, carefully grasp his hips to help guide him into the water as he lowers himself down with one arm. 

There is no embarrassment, nor judgement.  We accept help from one another, welcome physical touch, and our loving devotion to one another. 

He slides into my arms and encircles me with his, then sighs... 

“I could ALMOST see us staying here...indefinitely.” 

Almost I sign.  But...that ITCH...an urgency to be a part of something... I trail off 

“Bigger” he finishes my sentence.  “Maybe even something we’ll both NEVER see.” Brief melancholy spreads across his face. 

I feel it too.  The pull from both worlds. 

We have THIS...at least for right NOW.  I sign. 

“You’re right.”  He agrees, hope returning to his face.  “Let’s make the most of it.”   

He pulls me closer to him and we make the VERY MOST of this day...and each one after that... 

[wanderer-six]

Taste of You

NSFW (MINORS DNI)

AN:  I am convinced that Echo would be addicted to u riding his face to an unreasonable degree and also he's my precious boy so I wish to praise him bc he deserves it aaa💖 this is my 2nd fic and my first Blatantly Inappropriate fic so please lmk what u think LOL

Relationships: Echo x Fem Jedi!Reader (established relationship)

Summary: When you and Echo have the night together, he's content to keep you on his face the entire evening. But you aren't about to let your poor lover go unattended...

Warnings: general smut, faceriding, praise kink ("good boy"), hand?job?

Word Count: 1.3k

“Echo…!”

A swift movement of Echo’s tongue ripped a moan from your lips. With the war raging on, it was not often enough that you found yourself here, enjoying the company of your beloved ARC trooper in the privacy of a Coruscant hotel room. But the two of you always made the most of the rare occasions when your shore leave coincided with his…

…and more often than not, that led to you in this position: sitting on the face of the most adorable man in the GAR.

Between gasps and whimpers, you glanced down at the sweet face buried between your thighs. You managed a soft smile in the midst of your pleasure. Since his return from Skako Minor, Echo has struggled so greatly to be comfortable, too wary of himself to ever relax. But somehow, whenever he was beneath you like this, it seemed his every stress and worry would melt away.

Frankly, you wondered if he enjoyed it even more than you did—and that was saying something.

Gently, you trailed your fingers across Echo’s scalp. When he moaned in response, you shivered at the vibrations that traveled through your core. He suckled and lapped at your sensitive clit, and from the sound alone, you could tell you were sopping wet.

But as incredible as he felt, you still longed for something more. Braving a glance over your shoulder, you could see just how hard he was—his length dripping with excitement, twitching at every moan you uttered. You licked your lips, knowing exactly what would sate your appetite.

“Mm, Echo…” you hummed. Your hands ran gently along his head, the soft touches you knew he loved. “Will you please fuck me, sweetheart? I want you inside of me…”

Echo groaned against you. His already tight grip on your hips tugged you even closer to him. He kept teasing you with his tongue, his eyes closed in utter bliss. When at last he broke away for a breath, he didn’t bother opening them.

“Five more minutes,” he grunted, before his mouth was on your sex once more.

You rolled your eyes. You would expect that answer from a lazy cadet attempting to sleep in during training, not the man who would sooner suffocate than miss a taste of you. But how could you be upset with him? Tenacious and stubborn, he was an ARC through and through—and that dedication showed tenfold when it came to pleasing you. And while you were pleased—by the stars, were you pleased—you only wished to take such good care of him, in turn.

But, with Echo’s iron grip on your hips and his insatiable appetite for you, it seemed you wouldn’t be going anywhere anytime soon. However, before you could resign yourself to another hour of riding his face (it was never, ever just “five minutes”), an idea came to you.

Echo wasn’t the only one with specialized training… and you had something in mind.

Willing yourself through the pleasure that Echo’s dexterous tongue overwhelmed you with, you managed to look over your shoulder once more. Shining beads of precum dribbled down Echo’s poor, neglected cock. Though you wanted with all of your heart to lick him clean, your mouth couldn’t reach him from this position. But that didn’t mean you were helpless.

Gently closing your eyes, you raised a hand—reaching out to the Force and flexing your palm slightly…

…and in moments, you had him in your grasp.

Almost instantly, Echo gasped, nearly choking as his drenched mouth broke away from your pussy.

“Ah… w-what… what are you…” he uttered, trying to form the words between his moans. But you quickly shushed him, settling your hips back onto his face once again and beckoning for his mouth to take you with a grind of your hips.

“Shh, it’s all right, handsome. I’ve got you…” you cooed. Your free hand continued caressing his head, while the other began to gently pump him with the Force. A smirk found your lips. “You promised me five more minutes, didn’t you? I know you’ll be a good boy and keep that promise…”

You can’t say what had Echo’s face more red—the way you were getting him off, or the sultry sweet praise you showered him with. Either way, he fell into this new pleasure quickly enough, lapping at you with renewed hunger while his hips desperately thrusted into the air.

With all the diligence of a perfect soldier, Echo kept true to his word, his tongue driving you into a stupor over and over again. All the while, you worked his length with the Force, pumping his length ever so gently—enough to drive him to his breaking point, but never past it. Each time you coaxed his cock with the perfect touch, feeling in the Force that he neared his end, you would release your hold on him—and he would be quite vocal about his distress from his safehaven between your thighs.

But as the night grew darker—as the sheen of sweat coated your trembling forms—you knew you couldn’t last much longer. Your dripping wetness painted the insides of your thighs and smothered your lover’s face, and all the same, Echo’s cock throbbed and ached. Both of you were desperate to cum, and try as you might to hold out, you couldn’t help but want to spoil that adorable man beneath you.

“Echo…!” you breathed. Gently, you tightened your thighs around his face and pressed your pussy against his mouth in the way you knew made him dizzy with delight. “Ah... please, make me come...! Good boy...”

As you rode him, you pumped him faster, feeling in the Force the way his cock twitched and swelled with excitement. With one last swirl of Echo’s tongue around your clit, the anticipation tightening within you finally unraveled. Your body seized as pulses of pleasure tore through you, and you came hard on Echo’s face.

From beneath you, Echo groaned loudly. His hips bucked desperately into the air one last time before he came, spraying hot strings of cum onto his chest and your back. Once he finished, you lowered your hand, releasing him from your Force grip. Trembling with exhaustion, he practically collapsed beneath you.

As you dismounted Echo’s face, he gasped for air, chest heaving even as you settled down beside him in the bed. His wide, golden eyes stared hard at the ceiling, as if he couldn’t believe he had survived such a taxing endeavor.

But before you could check in on him, he pulled your body close to his, meeting you in a fierce and desperate kiss. His tongue delved between your lips, and you could taste yourself on him.

When he finally broke away, he had to catch his breath again—but with his forehead on yours, he donned the biggest, warmest grin you think you’ve ever seen from your usually grumpy ARC trooper.

“I… I-I thought I was going to die,” he rasped. “Oh, kriff… we need to do that again.”

You laughed, pressing a sweet kiss to his nose as you draped your arms around his neck.

“Well, I’m glad to hear you had such a good time,” you sighed. But after a moment, a mischievous smirk appeared on your lips. “Although…”

Echo’s eyes pleaded with yours. “What?”

With a gentle flex of your fingers, the Force just barely brushed against Echo’s overstimulated cock—forcing a hiss from between his teeth as his body jerked in surprise.

“I still expect you to fuck me, sweetheart,” you whispered into his ear, kissing softly on his neck soon after.

With a wide, hazy smile, Echo could only chuckle. 

“You know I will, beautiful,” he promised. Sighing deeply, he laid on his back once more. “Just… give me five more minutes.”

Rolling your eyes, you found a small smile, making yourself comfortable against the chest of the man you adored more than anything.

AN: Thank you for reading!! please let me know if I missed anything in tags/warnings especially for a nsfw fic but most of all I hope u enjoyed!!~~✨✨

[moonlight-sonata99]

The Batch Batch: The Sith

Headcanons

The Bad batch comes across a unique individual, they find themselves strangely attracted to them and relationship's blossom, however there comes a point where their past is questioned...

A/N:Thank you to @ihatepeez I'm sorry it took so long to come out;( but really hope you enjoy it . I changed it a little, as I felt the batch with a sith that's in their prime..they would not go well with them XD

Hunter

One of the more hesitant people to approach you

He must admit- he did suspect something about you,but it passed 

But like also that were kinda attractive

he didnttell anyone..

but that didn't mean anyone could tell (Omega)

But as time passed, you…you stayed and center yourself apart of the group. 

With that being said. From the start hunter would have sensed something was off,

Upon being revealed you were a sith…

He felt…conflicted for a bit. 

Scratch that, very conflicted.

First where you being followed?

What kind of dangers did sith bring? 

What if…those dangers hurt omega

But you reassured him that it was your past. You trying to change now.

Though a bit weary, he believes in you. 

As time passes hunter finds that…you have changed. For the better.

And the feelings he had holding back finally came back Into play. 

Although he's a bit confused on what he should do in general

In general, hunters very hard on himself in terms on letting himself feel, 

But…he learns that it's alright. You two can have a new life together…

Echo

Honestly this man doesn't like you on sight for some reason

Idk but I think…that since echo worked so closely to the jedi, he would naturally dislike the Sith. 

But he does wonder to himself why he doesn't like you sometimes…

As time passes he realizes you are a force user, since you saved omega once from falling with the force. But…he didn't see a lightsaber.

Still even as time passes he isn't as hostile, you two can sit together in the same room, but not talk.

It isn't until, one day omega found your lightsaber hidden and she turned it off

Igniting the bright red color…

The innocent girl only gazed at the thing with wonder and echo…felt his heart drop.

This event lead to you being interrogated by the guys

To which you admitted to being sith, however. It was who you were before.

But now, you didn't know what you wanted.

After this, echo full on ignores you

He felt so... 

So…

He didn't know how to explain it…but the other part that knew you wanted to change…it made him…happy..?

After a while, you notice he's around you more often, and when you offer to drive the ship he's the only one who stays with you.

Was it because he was still weary of you..?

Tech

I think.. That tech out of everyone would know the quickest.

He would be intrigued.

He knows immediately that you are force user, 

How? Even he doesn't know himself.

 I imagine he has many questions for you, like a interviewer asking a celebrity

Whether you were a sith , it never crossed his mind.

However the questions stay in head, 

And he spends the days in the marauder glancing at you

You can feel it.

there glaces of curiosity,you think

Though you wield a lightsaber(albeit hidden) 

You've never used it.

Overall, I think tech would use his curiosity as an excuse to learn more about you, a sith.

Something even his brothers realize XD

"I see it y’know" You say once when everyone is sleeping and tech remained in the pilot seat as you sat behind him.

 "Pardon?" He replied looking up from his data pad,

 "I feel it too, the staring." He only remains quiet,"You…have questions?" You ask closing your eyes and leaning back on the chair

"Your…a jedi?" Tech questions and he hears you chuckle under your breath"Not really," 

"Then..?"  He trails off he only looks back once again and his heart stops for a moment as he met your piercing gaze, within your locked eyes there's a…silent understanding.

 "I see" he only says and looks back at his data.

 You only looked at him for a brief moment, and examined his figure were his ears red…?

Wrecker

I'm excited for this man onfggsysgs

Okay so, although at first he has a rough exterior, with time he sees you're just someone who's confused on where to go,who to rely on. He doesn't realize it but unknowingly he drops that persona early on.

He approaches you slowly, closer and closer each day.

Until when you've integrated yourself into the group,

That's when he's comfortable with being more…cuddly.

He knows that at night you stay awake, sitting on one of the pilot chairs looking at the stars outside

He wants to ask why

But he never does.

Wrecker eventually gathers up the courage to one day sit down next to you and ask why your always awake.

He's usually not one to do so

And honestly 

On the spot you reveal your past, why? You didn't even know why. But he was comforting. 

He's shocked, yea, but to Wreckers credit..he knows you're not your past.

And then on Wrecker sticks closely to you as if he's a small puppy,

It's because your close friends right?

…right?

Crosshair

Man's hated you from the get-go,

And you returned that energy 

He does notice that your force sensitive but is the least to actually do anything

He pretty much ignores it lmao

He still hates you either way💀💀

Enemies to lovers fr

Like his brothers he's under the assumption your a jedi on the run.

That's until…

You two were separated on a mission and you pulled out your lightsaber 

Which…was red.

After that crosshair pretended he didn't really see anything, treating you normally.

But he did piece together you were trying to live a new life, like them.

He eases off after that, and he finds you trying a put a blaster one day when you guys were fueling up. 

Chuckling he grabs the blaster from you and just says 

"Watch."

Slowly but surely...with every lesson, everytime he seems to be getting closer and closer...

And his always seem to wander

Not that you noticed...👀👀

[jedipoodoo]

who needs a reason? (Echo x Reader)

I've had these in my drafts for a year and I'm just now getting to them with three hours until midnight. Happy New Year and happy season two, everyone!

Notes: Mostly fluff, mentions of Echo's PTSD in regards to explosions, Echo's insecure about his appearance.

Wrecker's love of explosions was particularly evident as Cid enlisted his and Tech's help with the fireworks display. Echo, however, was a bit more tense concerning the whole thing. It seemed that every once in a while, everyone forgot that he had quite literally been blown up.

"What would you like to do for the new year?" you asked him.

Echo rested his chin on your shoulder, "I'd really just like to get some peace and quiet, cyar'ika."

You glanced around the Parlor. Cid had a couple distinguished clients visiting tonight, the kind that preferred to keep a low profile. She was throwing this New Year's party in order to help them blend in, which meant more work for the rest of you.

"You think they'd miss us for a couple hours?" You asked as you finished cleaning the last of Cid's drinking glasses. Omega and Hunter were unloading the last of the drinks behind the bar, and Ketch and Bolo were stringing up the lights.

"You'd better not be breakin' any of my glasses, sweetheart!" Cid snapped in your direction. You rolled her eyes at her usual irritability and set down the last of the glasses.

A couple hours later, the party was in full swing. Cid's Parlor was full of people you'd met once or twice during your time on Ord Mantell.

Wrecker had found someone he could rant to about the fireworks display he'd planned, and Omega listened with rapt attention. Ketch and Bolo's brawls over the slot machines were becoming a popular form of entertainment, and you and Echo were stuck serving drinks behind the bar.

Tech and Hunter approached you two, and Echo got them their usuals.

"Cid's friends?" He asked.

"In her office. She said to come out and see if you needed any help," Hunter took a long gulp.

"We've been doing alright-"

"We could use a break," You spoke over Echo, squeezing his arm. He looked at you in surprise, but Tech just nodded. Hunter winked at you, and you pulled Echo to the exit, up the stairs, and to the streets above.

It didn't snow on Ord Mantell. Too much pollution made the planet too warm for that, so you were met with a downpour of rain. Still, it was a welcome sensation to the heavy air of the Parlor, shut up below the ground.

"You are something," Echo shook his head with a chuckle, staring up into the rain.

"Hey, you're the one who said you liked me," You shrugged.

"Huh, I guess I did, didn't I?" With a devilish grin Echo wrapped his arms around your waist, yanking you off your feet and spinning you around and out to the center of the street, where you were both caught in the pouring rain.

You shrieked with delight, begging him to spin you faster and faster. He stumbled once, and set you down before you could trip and fall into one of the puddles nearby.

"Well, we're here now, what do we do?" Echo asked, taking both of your hands in his.

You looked up and down the empty the street. The rain prevented people from bringing their celebrations outside, and Wrecker might have to cancel his beloved fireworks display.

"We should head inside," You chuckled sheepishly. Strands of your hair were starting to stick to your face.

Hand in hand, the two of you ran through the rain to the Marauder, where you both changed into a fresh set of clothes and sat together on Echo's bunk.

"Think the others will come looking for us?" He asked. He was holding your hand again, his thumb brushing back and forth across your knuckles.

"Who cares? Cid's people showed up, she won't mind."

Echo nodded, satisfied with your reasoning. You scooted closer, draping your legs across his lap and resting your forehead against his.

"You're so pretty," You whispered.

"Shut up," He chuckled immediately. You gently smacked his shoulder.

"I mean it!" You said.

Echo still chuckled, "Can you at least tell me what parts of me you think are pretty?"

You cocked one eyebrow at the challenge.

"Your loyalty."

Echo snorted. "My sense of loyalty...is pretty?"

"Hush," You hissed, "It's very attractive, and it totally makes me weak in the knees."

"Okay," Echo chuckled again, and his scomp arm wrapped around your waist to pull you closer.

"You don't take kark from anyone. You know your own value, and it's immensely beautiful."

"I thought you said I was pretty," He teased.

"You can be pretty and beautiful!" You insisted. You took his cheeks in your hands so that he could sense the weight of your sincerity.

"And your eyes," You said at last, tracing his cheekbone with your finger. Echo had no snarky comment for that one.

"They're so bright, so full of life. They're so warm, and they make me feel safe."

Echo's breath stuttered in his throat as he stared up at you. It was like he was seeing you for the first time.

Your nose brushed against his. "Do I need a reason to think that you're pretty?" you whispered timidly.

Echo's hand came up behind your neck, "Maybe not. But...it does feel good to hear it from you."

You ducked your head to hide a smile as your lips brushed against his cheeks, "I'll tell you anytime you want me to."

Echo hummed happily, "Thanks, cyar'ika."

A tinny chime echoed through the hold, and the two of you jumped up, worried that someone else had returned to the ship. But it was just the ship's chronometer, letting you know that it was officially midnight.

"Well, Happy New Year?" Echo laughed off his nerves.

"Happy New Year," You laughed, hiding for face in his chest for a moment. Echo gently tilted your chin upwards to look at him.

"Can I give you a kiss?"

"Hmm...do you need a reason for that one too?"

Echo shook his head, a smile breaking out across his face, "Never."

His lips claimed yours, and the only rumbling to reach your ears was the rain thrumming against the hull of the ship.

Only two more days until Bad Batch Season Two!

[pizza-writes]

Just in Time

A Clone Fic Gift Exchange Special

Pairing: Echo x GN PlusSized!Reader

Summary: y/n discovers the consequences of crossing an evil businessman.

Prompt: “It’s alright, Cyar’ika, I’m here now.”

Warnings: death threat, anxiety, jump scare. Other than that there’s a bunch of fluff, Echo being a heartthrob, and Omega being the younger sister we all wish we had

Rating: General audience

Notes: This is a special gift for @eyes-of-the-rave! I hope you enjoy! This is set in early season 2 so it doesn't really have spoilers.

@cloneficgiftexchange thanks again for hosting this event! It’s been such an amazing opportunity and the thrill of seeing people’s’ creativity has been so worth it.

Word Count: 2.5k

“You’d better pay up before I see you again,” he drawled, toying with his blaster,  “or I’ll be forced to do something about you.”  Your eyes widened as you searched his expression for any sign of mercy.

“Like what?”  You cursed smile that you donned as you spoke.  “You’re a sensible businessman, Darig.  You would lose tenants if you–”

“You’ve been warned, y/n.  Let’s hope, for your sake, that you can scrap up those credits in time.”

When Echo looked up, his eyes flicked immediately to the splash of pastel color in the drab cockpit.  A smile tugged at his lips as he watched you listen intensely to Omega as she told a Phee-esc story.  The way your face lit up at certain details that Omega dramatized… you looked so happy.  

He could spend hours with you. Something about you radiated life—it was like you knew the colors inside of you could enhance each moment and everyone around you, so you wore them on your sleeve.  At first, it was frustrating seeing how bubbly you were when he was so used to being with war-hardened soldiers, but it didn’t take long before everything about you was endearing.  Of course, Echo could never have the guts to say this.  Maybe he’d drop hints—the raising of his brows whenever you were mentioned; letting his eyes linger a little too long as you walked past; extra smiles while you talked to him.   

Someone laid a hand on his shoulder and he started, looking up at a smug Hunter.  “You might have some competition,”  Echo rolled his eyes.

“You see me keeping track?”

Hunter chuckled.  “I would be lying if I said no,”

Echo looked back at you and Omega.  The younger had begun to act out something she’d done—by now he had gathered enough context from his just now tuning in to know Omega was telling about a mission a few weeks ago that she had headed.  It wasn’t often that the kid took charge, but she was the best option they had on overt operations when y/n wasn’t there.  Nobody notices a kid in a crowd.

“And then Echo burst in and POW POW POW!!  Just in time, he took out the rest of them before they could get me!”

You turned and met his eyes and Echo swore his stomach did a flip.  “Oh really?  And did you thank your knight in shining armor?” Omega frowned in thought.  

“I don’t think so.”  She bounded over and practically jumped into his arms to give him a smothering hug.  “Thanks, Echo!”

He chuckled, returning the hug.  They were getting a lot more frequent, so they didn’t catch him by surprise like they used to.  “Anytime, kid.”

She skipped back over to y/n to finish the story.  Hunter clapped Echo’s shoulder and sat in the chair opposite him.  It wasn’t long before they arrived at Ord Mantell and Tech came and took Omega’s seat. 

I’ll be forced to do something about you.

When the Marauder touched down you got up and stretched, stiff from the long trip and shaky from your overworking mind.  You retrieved your gear, hardly registering the others as you made for the door.  When you were young it didn’t take much to ease your fears.  You had a vivid memory of your mother’s beautiful eyes peering into yours as she told you a story.  Her soothing voice distracted you from your trembling body and hot tears as she carried you off into another galaxy.  Now you couldn’t recall what made you so afraid that day.  

You had hoped storytime with Omega would have a similar effect, but upon doing a quick evaluation, you accepted that you weren’t as easy to calm down anymore.  Of course, child-you didn’t often have death threats looming over them.  You kept your head down as you walked, searching for any kind of hope to cling to.  Sometimes your landlord was out of town, so perhaps you wouldn’t see him this time. You wouldn’t have to uncover that “something” that he’d threatened.  Occasionally you didn’t stop by your flat for several weeks, so he might not suspect anything.  The reasoning didn’t offer much in ways of comfort, but often looking for hope in dark places provides such results.

Back in Cid’s parlor, you sat on a bench by the far wall, foot tapping as you tried to come up with solutions to your dilemma.  You had only earned a third of the credits you needed.  You knew that going outside was hardly an option.  Darig had eyes everywhere.  You just hoped that your presence hadn’t been reported already.  It would be a surprise if Cid herself hadn’t told him.

“You hungry, y/n?”  Wrecker called, breaking you from your haze.  “We’re gonna grab a bite.”

You glanced at the floor and bit your cheek.  “If it’s not a hassle, could you bring me something back?  I’m really tired.”

Echo said, “You know what?  Bring me something too.”

The others left and Echo crossed to you, plopping onto the bench.

“You didn’t have to stay,”

“Probably not, but I have a few reasons.”  He gestured to his bionic legs and swung the right one out.  It lurched unnaturally as he moved it.  “It’s been acting up for a few rotations but Tech hasn’t had the time or equipment to fix it yet.  That and your other company,” Echo paused, eyes turning to the bar for a moment, “isn’t the most trustworthy.”

“We haven’t given her any reasons to betray us,”

“Yet,”

You sighed, nodding at his sentiment.  Your mind drifted back to its present default.  

Echo said, “You’ve been really quiet since we got back,”

You bit your lip, face warm.  “Oh, I’m sorry,”

“It’s alright.  We all have our days.”  He said.  “Need to talk about anything?”

You hesitated, wondering if it would be too much to put on him.  “It’s probably not something you can fix.  You’re all in your own kind of financial struggles.”

He hummed.  “Humor me,”

“I’m a little behind on my rent,” You sighed.  “I have some of the credits to pay it off, and I was hoping that with my being gone so often with you boys that my landlord would be a little kinder,”

“But he hasn’t been,” Echo frowned.

“Yeah,”

“Maybe you could get some credits from Cid.  Omega once paid off all our debts to her in a day of playing dejarik,”

You shrugged, “What could I offer Cid?  There’s not much I can do for her other than what I already am.  I think I’ll just avoid my landlord.  Maybe I can pay my debt off next time we’re here.”

Some time later the boys returned with a couple of food boxes, which Echo retrieved for the both of you.  You immediately noticed Tech’s distress as he trailed in behind everyone else.  You were about to mention it when he addressed Echo:

“I finally located the calibrator necessary to readjust the motor for the hydraulics on your cybernetics but it’s all but destroyed.  The only explanation I can render is that somebody used it without my knowledge and then failed to put it away correctly.” 

You poked at the food in front of you, wondering where the kriff those guys decided to pick it up from.  It smelled alright though, so you tried it.  Though, as you tuned back into the conversation, your appetite slowly diminished. 

“I’m concerned that should you continue to use that leg, it can cause damage due to overcompensation.  Frankly, I am unsure of what other side effects there will be.  To be safe, until I have the proper tools to fix it, you need to keep the knee joint’s movement to a minimum.”

“Tech, you can’t expect me to not walk for however long it takes you to find this thing.”

“I said minimum, not zero.  Just know that the more you use it, you’re raising the chances of us having to do much more than fix a motor.  That takes time and credits.”

You listened in with a sour expression.  All they needed was a calibrator.  You had one but there was one tiny issue with it. It was at your flat.

“How difficult would it be to get that tool?”  You said.

“Unsure.  It’s not a common instrument.”

You folded your arms and sighed, catching a look from both Tech and Echo.

“I have a calibrator at my flat.  If you need it, I’ll get it.” 

Echo cut in. “What about your landlord?”

“I’ll avoid him.  How hard could it be?”

Your trembling limbs cursed your frivolous statement at Cid’s.  How hard could it be to evade Darig?  You should have asked how hard it would be to get to your flat without having a breakdown.  The walk itself was difficult without being terrified—even with your new exercise routine with Wrecker every day, mundane tasks still wore you out.  That was the nature of being heavy, which could prove inconvenient at times, regardless that you accepted it.  At this point in life, you were exhausted by people seeing fat as negative, so you’d made it your goal to keep any self-talk positive.  You only hoped that the goodness you offered yourself shined through to others.

The flat came into view, tearing you from your thoughts.  Your heart pounded so loud you wondered if it might explode.  Armed with a blaster and determination, you paved through the thick air.  You snuck into your flat, every noise alerting you.  It didn’t take long to find the tool but it felt like you searched for years.  With the calibrator in hand, you looked around to be sure you didn’t need anything else.  

You slinked back to the door and took a moment to ground yourself before you moved on.  You pressed a button and the door swooshed open.  A silhouette floored you.  His silhouette.  You screamed and jumped back.  His gloved hand caught your shirt.  A blaster pushed against you.  He walked you backward until your back pressed flush against the wall.  

“I thought you were smarter than this, y/n.”

“I’m so sorry—”

“Sorry won’t pay your rent.”  Darig stepped away, looking around the small room a moment before his dark eyes locked on yours.  “I have built up a reputation.  I would not be here had I been a liar along the way.  Pray tell… do you recall our conversation last time we met?”

You stared at him, frozen.  If you could only reach your blaster… 

“Yes,”

“So you know what I must do.”

You racked your brain for answers.  Frowning, you replayed that vivid memory.  Then something clicked.  “No—you never told me what you would do.”

He cocked his head.  “Oh?”

“You said you’d have to do something about me.  You never said anything specific.  You wouldn’t be a liar if you let me go—”

Darig tutted and examined a spot on the floor.  “I suppose I didn’t then, did I?”

“I’ll pay twice what I owe you.  Just give me a little more time.”

“I’ve given you time.”  He hissed.  He aimed his blaster at you.  “And now… well, now it looks like you’re out of it.” 

“Speak for yourself,” came a gritty voice from the open door.  Blaster fire lit up the flat.  Darig collapsed.  You would have followed had you not been so close to the wall.  It took a moment to focus on the newcomer and once you finally did, you nearly cried.

“Echo—kriff, I thought—oh, maker…”

He closed the distance between you and holstered his blaster, drawing you into a hug.

His warmth washed over you.  “It’s alright, cyar’ika.  I’m here now,”

“Thank you so much,”  You drew a shaky breath.

He pulled away and offered a smile, though his brows were furrowed.  Then his expression fell.  “Are you okay?  Did he hurt you?”

“I will be,” You managed.  “He didn’t do anything.”

He nodded, letting out a long breath.  His attention turned back to Darig.

“How did you know to come?”

His wide eyes examined the room before turning back to you, “I had a feeling.” Then, “We need to go.”

Relief flooded over you as you sat at one of the booths and watched Tech work on Echo’s cybernetics.  Tech’s immediate complaints about the usage of Echo’s leg upon his return still had you humored. Of course, the genius was worried about nothing, and Echo’s knee didn’t end up breaking down like he predicted it would. 

Cid made her way over to you and sat across the table, looking you in the eye.  “You and your boys really like ticking off the big names, huh?”  She sighed, “I made arrangements.  As long as you’re working for me, you have my protection.”

“You have them on a leash too, huh?”

She squinted.  “That’s not a very nice thing to say to your only defense from his goons.  I had to pull a lot of strings for this to work.”

“Thank you, Cid.”  You smiled with a small hint of playfulness only visible if one were to look hard enough. 

“Watch it, kid,”  She eyed you, getting up.  “That extra protection isn’t free… Speaking of which, why didn’t you ask for help paying your rent?  I woulda offered you a job in here.”

“I dunno.  I assumed you wouldn’t want my help.”

She huffed, speaking as she walked away.  “You kiddin’?  If you did work here I’d have more time to work on building my empire.  And with the new debt you owe me, you might wanna consider this an offer.”

Cid moseyed into her office and you glanced at Tech and Echo.  They both had the same look in their eyes: that crustation can’t be serious.  You bit back a grin.  Tech shook his head and returned his focus to Echo, muttering something as he worked on the leg.

From Hunter and Wrecker’s side of the room, Omega took Cid’s leave as an opportunity to claim the seat next to yours.  You had explained the run-in with Darig as soon as you’d returned, leaving out no details.  As you’d talked, you hinted at a plan to move out, and Hunter caught on.  He offered you a place on the team full time and you said you’d let him know even though you knew the answer already.

“I’m glad you’re okay, y/n.” Omega hugged your arm.  

“All thanks to him,” You glanced up at Echo, heart swimming as you pictured the way he looked into your eyes as he made sure you were alright.  You could get lost in those eyes for an eternity.  You turned to Omega and smiled.

“This all has me thinking, I’m really glad I have you all.  You’re like my family.”

“Well, yeah,” She sat up and looked at her brothers.  “We love you a lot.  I know we don’t always show it—especially them.  They’re not used to showing love, but you’re really helping them learn.  Especially Echo.  He’s a lot happier with you here.”

You chuckled, knowing exactly what she meant.  

“Remember the story you were telling me on the way here?”

“About the mission?”

“Yeah… You were right about something.  Echo really does come just in time.”

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(The Bad Batch) Beach Vacation - Echo’s Ending

The Bad Batch lands on the tropical resort planet of Spira.  A contact of theirs is helping you all out by letting you lay low in a private beach house on one of the islands.  You and Echo have been secretly dating for a little while, and you hope to make the most of the romantic setting.

Word Count: 1,432

Warnings: Kissing

   “I think I’ll stargaze with Echo.”

   The man in question cleared his throat, nodding in an attempt to look casual.  “Sure, I’d appreciate the company.”

   The others didn’t react, save for Wrecker who couldn’t seem to hold back the grin that spread across his face as he glanced between the two of you.  Crosshair gave one of his signature eyerolls and stood from the wicker chair he’d been occupying, tossing his toothpick in the nearby trash.

   “I’m heading out.”

   “See you later,” you called.

   Hunter and Omega grabbed their things before going off in their direction toward the village.  Tech exited the bungalow with his nose buried in a holopad.  Wrecker passed by you, giving you a playful nudge on his way out that had you shaking your head.

   “Unbelievable,” you muttered after he’d gone.  “After all the painstaking trouble we go through to keep our relationship a secret…”

   Echo stepped toward you, a warm, flirtatious smile playing on his lips as he entered your space.  “Absolutely painstaking,” he uttered, taking your hand in his. “It is very difficult to stay away from you.”  His lips hovered just inches from yours, breath fanning your face.

  “Yeah?” you murmured back.  “To be so close, and yet so far?”

  His warm brown eyes glinted at your words.  “Sounds like you know the feeling.”

   “Oh, I do.”  You closed the distance to tenderly press your lips against his.  Echo leaned into it, sliding his hand from yours to reach up and cup the back of your neck and draw you closer.  He tilted his head to meet your lips again before pulling back to see your lovestruck expression.

   “We have a little time before the stars come out,” he said.

   “Really?”  Your lips curled up in a cheeky smile.  “I’m already seeing stars.”

   Echo chuckled.  The low rumble was music to your ears.  You loved how his body shook slightly with the action, and the way his eyes crinkled at the edges in soft amusement.  His hand brushed along your jawline.  “You’re something else.”

   He wrapped his arms around you, enveloping you against his chest.  You rested your head on his shoulder, feeling his chin settle on you, and listened to the thrum of his heart.  You’d been watching him all day in the sun, stealing subtle looks of affection, waiting so patiently for this moment alone.

   Now that it was there, you were sure to bask in it.  Like turquoise waves sweeping over the sand, his embrace smoothed over your lot of cares and your longing.

   “I’ve missed this,” you whispered against him.  Echo hummed in agreement, his hold not letting up for even a moment.

   The sun began to descend, casting an orange light through the windows of the bungalow.  The bright blue sky gave way to shades of strawberry and marigold.

   “How about we set up before it gets dark?” you asked.  Echo nodded, though he didn’t let go of you just yet.  Your heart pounded in your chest as he melded his lips against yours once more in a heated dance.  With a small peck, he pulled away, taking your hand.

   The two of you went down the porch stairs to the shed where Echo said he’d seen the telescope.  There was a stack of folding chairs in the back, so you grabbed two of those while Echo hauled the telescope out.

   You found a spot on the beach where you’d have a nice view of the open sky.  The sun continued to sink beneath the horizon in a brilliant display of color that spilled into the shimmering water.

   The rush of water was more gentle in the evening hours, kissing the shore instead of crashing the way it did around midday.  A breeze whispered through the air, warming your skin like another embrace.  

   Echo dug into the sand to make sure the telescope was sturdy and wouldn’t topple over on the uneven surface.  While he was busy with that, you made a dash for the bungalow to grab a little snack and a few blankets.

   By the time you were both ready, the first stars had already become visible.  The sun disappeared behind the ocean, and the vibrant colors sank into a deep indigo.  Echo inserted his scomp into a slot on the telescope, calibrating the device and directing it toward the moon as it began its own climb higher up in the sky.

   He peeked through the eyepiece, scomp turning once more to focus the lens.  “There it is.”

   You joined him at the scope curiously.

   “Take a look at that,” he said, stepping aside so you could see.  “Amazing.”

   You leaned in to peer through the eyepiece, squinting a little as your gaze adjusted.  Then you saw it.  The moon was full and almost perfectly round, close enough that you could see the rocky texture.  Your eye wandered the darkened spots that marked craters on the expanse.

   “Wow,” you breathed.  “What a beautiful moon.”  You stepped back to look at the moon through your own perspective again, marveling at the difference.  From where you stood, it simply looked like a glowing ball of white.

   “It sure is,” he mused, leaning in to get another look.  “You’d think that seeing this stuff would get old, but it never does.”

   “I hadn’t thought of that.”  You folded your arms as you gazed at the sky.  “We do see stars a lot from the ship.  Somehow, they look totally different from down here.”  A particularly luminous star caught your attention, twinkling and glimmering like a gemstone.

   Echo followed your gaze.  “They do.  It’s a wonder.”

   Another breeze tickled your skin, ruffling your clothes.  You exhaled softly and let your eyes fall shut at the sensation.

   You felt an arm slowly slide around your waist, and you leaned into the contact.  “Do you like this, or camping in the woods better?”

   “Both are fun,” he replied.  “I’m not much of a beach man during the day, but this…I could get used to this.  Feels like a dream.  You know, the last time I was at the ocean, Fives got pinched by some crab.” 

   “Really?” you chuckled at the image conjured up in your mind.

   “He complained about it the rest of the day.  Was worried that some toxin was injected even though Kix checked him out and said he was clear.”

   The two of you laughed at the story and a few others as the night stretched on.  Eventually, Echo had spread out one of the blankets onto the sand so you could cuddle up to him, both folding chairs and the telescope forgotten.  He draped the remaining blanket over you both to keep in the warmth as the air grew cooler without the sun’s rays.

   Kisses were exchanged.  Stories were told.  Time flew.  Before long, you heard voices of the others in the jungle behind you, signaling their return to the bungalow.  Though you and Echo strived to keep your relationship secret, at that moment, neither of you made a move to separate.  You figured if someone happened upon you, then that was that.

   But fortunately, no one came wandering back onto the beach, so you were able to simply enjoy the time.

   “I just saw a shooting star!” you said suddenly, jumping a little.  Echo craned his neck to try and get a better look.

   “I missed it.”

   “It was so pretty.  Maybe another one will come along.”

   The moon was shining brightly overhead, washing the beach in silver light.  The air had gone from pleasantly cool to chilly in the early hours of morning.  Both of you decided to go inside and get some sleep.  It would be another full day tomorrow of sunshine and excitement.

   You grabbed the blankets and snacks while Echo brought the telescope and chairs back.  All was quiet inside the bungalow as you snuck in the front door.  Everyone was already fast asleep in their rooms, unable to hear the creak of your footsteps on the wooden floor. 

   Echo walked you to your door, pausing to take your hand and lean in.

   “I’ll see you in a few, milady,” he whispered.

   There he went with that term of endearment that made you swoon.  You melted into the goodnight kiss he bestowed upon you, goosebumps blooming along your skin as he deepened it.

  “Goodnight,” you murmured.

   “Goodnight.”

   With that, you disappeared into your shared room with Omega.  She was a sleeping bundle atop her bed, completely oblivious to your arrival.  You slipped into your own bed and curled up, falling asleep to thoughts of Echo.

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Hi!! Congratulations on 4,500 followers, you deserve it and SO MUCH MORE!! If you’re interested and comfortable of course, can I request from the fluff prompts “I like your eyes” and from the NFSW prompts “I wanna make love to you” and “you can be a little rougher” with Echo please? I love him and I’m so happy he made an appearance today, he deserves the sweetest and sensual things, thank you!!♥️���

Moonlight***

🫧 Pairing: Echo X Gender Neutral Reader

word count: 1.6k

prompts:

“I like your eyes.”

“I want to make love to you.”

“You can be a little rougher.”

Summary: The flirtatious gazes and gestures finally leads to something more; but why is Echo holding back?

Warnings: NSFW, 18+ Only, Explicit Sexual Content and Language, Sex, Multiple Positions, Nervous Echo, Reassuring Reader, Dirty Talk, Praising, Light Hair Pulling, Light Rough Sex, Aftercare, Creampie, Cuddling, Kissing, Mutual Pining, Spoiler Free. NSFW under the cut.

Authors note: Cheeky asking for 3 prompts when I said you’re only allowed 2… buuuuut I’m feeling generous 😌🩶 and you didn’t specify pronouns so I defaulted to GN so I hope that’s okay?🩶

He stands before you, his breath dancing with yours as you both find refuge in a secluded corner, shielded from the prying eyes of the others. "You look so good tonight," Echo murmurs softly, his hand gently resting on your waist, pulling you closer. "It almost feels a shame to undress you."

A flush rises to your cheeks at his compliment, and you bite your lip, wrapping your arms around the back of his neck. "Perhaps... but I sense this is something you've desired for quite some time, Sir," you whisper huskily, before claiming his lips with your own, feeling a rush of excitement as he presses you against the wall.

After the consistent exchange of flirtatious glances and the occasional suggestive remarks after months, the tension between you and Echo finally reached its boiling point. Unable to resist any longer, you whispered in his ear for him to follow you after the batch decided to have celebratory drinks at a rather upscale bar.

As you both slipped away, your hands couldn’t stay off each other. "I got us a room… do you want to do this?" you asked, your words muffled by the heat of his breath against your lips, followed by a gasp as he trailed kisses from your jaw down to your neck.

"Absolutely," he replied, his smirk obvious against your exposed skin, sending shivers down your spine. "Just lead the way."

Taking his hand and ensuring the others didn't see (not that it was any of their business anyway), you led him up to the room, a mixture of excitement and a touch of anxiety coursing through you as you entered. You were both really doing this.

When the door hissed closed behind you both, you looked at each other, the realization that you were finally alone together hitting you.

Silently, he unclipped all of his armor pieces and set them aside, you doing the same with your gear, but also slipping off your shirt. Echo gazed at you, nothing but awe in his eyes.

You chuckled at his reaction and pointed to your face. "My eyes are up here, handsome."

"Well, that’s good to know because…” he smirked as he approached, a soft hand cupping your cheek as his scomp rested on your hip, “…I like your eyes."

He pulls you closer, both consumed by another fiery kiss until you tumble onto the bed with him falling on top of you, his hand exploring your chest, touching you in all the places you've fantasized about.

Shedding the remainder of your clothes and Echo's, he sits between your legs, admiring you for a moment. "I feel so lucky right now."

"As do I," you grin, your lips swollen and eyes filled with desire as you take in his form. However, when you briefly glance at his cybernetics, you notice him shift uncomfortably. He doesn't say anything, instead chuckling and focusing on his hand's work. Slipping between your legs, you gasp his name as he expertly caresses your sex with precision and tenderness.

"Mmm, do you like that, darling?" he whispers in your ear, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine. "Do you enjoy it when I touch you there?"

"Y-yes, oh yes, Echo," you moan, your skin ablaze with desire as he swiftly brings you to climax, his words of praise and encouragement sending you soaring to cloud nine.

Your gaze drifts to his throbbing cock beside you, and you smirk as you reach out, taking it in your hand. His reaction is immediate—a gasp followed by a deep groan. "Such a beautiful cock," you purr, stroking along its length as his movements between your legs intensify.

Desiring to maintain eye contact as you pleasure him, you do struggle to keep your gaze fixed on him. Your eyelids grow heavy as the impending orgasm coils tightly within your core, causing your back to arch in response to his touch. He's biting his lip, gasping, his breaths deep and heavy as his hips grind into your soft palm.

"I want to make love to you," he breathes, and you eagerly comply with his request, releasing his cock and pulling his lips back down to yours, his member pressing against your stomach as his tongue eagerly explores your mouth.

"Then love me, Echo," you pant, your voice filled with longing. "Love me."

He groans in response, taking hold of his cock as he positions himself at your entrance, teasing you with the gentle rub of his tip.

He locks eyes with you as he slowly sheathes into you, filling you gloriously. "Fuck, yes—just… just like that," you moan, sitting up on your elbows, watching as his tip disappears inside you.

As you lay back on the bed, Echo places his hand on your thigh, spreading your legs an inch wider as he begins to rut inside you, his movements slow and tender. "This is all for you, darling… all for you," he whispers.

Your eyes flutter closed, savouring the sensation of his stiff cock pushing slow and deep inside you, your body tightening around his girth. But you crave more. You want him to love you passionately, yet at this moment, he's being too delicate.

"Faster, Echo, fuck me faster, baby," you moan, feeling him pick up the pace. But as you open your eyes, you see him deep in concentration.

"You can be a little rougher," you suggest, prompting him to still his movements, his cock remaining warm inside you.

Raising a brow at his concern, you reassure him, "You won't hurt me. I trust you. You can fuck me however you want."

His eyes flash with understanding, and suddenly, both of your legs are draped over one of his shoulders as he bends you almost in half, before he starts slamming down into you with increasing force, eliciting moans that scratch at your throat as he becomes more demanding.

Your hands grip at his shoulders, gasping as pleasure floods your senses, the sounds of his balls slapping against your skin reverberating around the room. "Is this rough enough for you, darling? Do you like it nice and hard?" he taunts, delivering a complete switch-up, bordering on rough yet remaining aware that he will be gentle if you ask him to be.

"Yes! Stars, yes!" you cry out in ecstasy, your legs aching from the intense position, but the pleasure is undeniably worth it.

"So perfect, feel so good around my cock. Can’t believe I waited so long to fuck you," he murmurs, his hand gripping your thigh tightly, his scomp ensuring your legs stay positioned over his shoulders. After another minute of him fucking you so good, he releases you, panting before flipping you onto your stomach.

Your face is buried in the duvet, hands gripping tight as he positions himself at your entrance again before sliding in. "O-oh, Echo!"

"That’s it, my beauty," he whispers, leaning over you to kiss between your shoulder blades. "Is this okay?"

It's more than okay. He's more than okay.

"Yes, don’t stop—don’t stop until you cum inside me, Echo," you beg, earning a sensual chuckle in return as he thrusts into you, his scomp resting on the base of your back and the other tangling in your hair, tassels of hair scrunching between his fingers as he delivers back shots like you’ve never experienced before.

With a steady pace and sharp, precise thrusts, your eyes sting from the intensity of him stretching you open and lightly tugging at your hair. "M-More."

He shifts from being on both knees to kneeling on just one, finding a better rhythm as he continues to plow into you, releasing your hair and placing his hand on your shoulder, pulling you back into him so you can meet his thrusts as he pounds you into the bed.

Stars blur your vision once again, your moans muffled by the duvet as he takes you from behind. You can feel your orgasm building again, and by his ragged breaths, you know he is too.

You're moved again, this time onto your side as he slides in behind you, keeping your leg raised in the air as his arms wrap around you, sliding into your slick hole effortlessly. Your gazes lock as he cups your jaw with his hand. "Are you close, darling? I'm—fuck—I'm not going to last much longer."

You nod feverishly, biting your lip as sweat glistens on your body. "Yes, yes, yes, please cum in me, Echo. I need you."

"I've got you," he murmurs, leaning in to tenderly kiss you, his thrusts becoming labored. "I love you so much."

Your arousal peaks at his words, and you whimper your reply into his mouth as you feel his seed fill you up and drain out of you. "I love you too, Echo."

Panting, you reach your climax, your body trembling, but he holds you close, murmuring softly in your ear. "That's it... you did so well." He kisses the side of your head as he slips out of you, the sensation lewd but a wave of tiredness washing over you.

When Echo returns from the refresher after saying he was going to get something to freshen you up, he pauses, his gaze lingering on you as you lie in bed, bathed in moonlight filtering through the blinds, casting shadows over your body.

Sensing his presence, your eyes flutter open, and you warmly smile at him. "See something you like?"

"Absolutely," he chuckles, stepping closer and handing you a cloth and towel. After you freshen up, you curl up under the duvet, Echo slipping in beside you. You nestle into his embrace, the silence between you comfortable.

But as you wince while shifting, he immediately panics. "Did I hurt you?"

"No, sweetie," you reassure him softly, kissing his cheek. "I'm just a bit tender. It's been a while," you admit sheepishly.

"Well… if you're sure," he says softly, visibly relaxing.

"I'm sure. I loved tonight. Thank you for being careful with me," you smile, and Echo can't help but plant a kiss on your hair, holding you close until the two of you fall asleep after a perfect night, at long last.

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Isekai Bad Batch - What the Scomp??

Author’s Notes: I don’t do these much, if at all, ever, I think this is the third piece of fan-fic I’ve ever written in my life, and it’s probably been a good 7 years or more since the last one I wrote, so...don’t expect much lol Relationships: Echo/Reader (hinted at) Warnings: A smidge of fluff, but that’s it. ------------------------------------------------------ You gently prodded at the scomp-link that Echo had kindly offered to show you. Your curiosity about everything in this world knew no bounds, and the boys seemed more than happy to oblige in educating you. You weren’t sure if it was curiosity on their part, or protectiveness. Probably both you thought to yourself. “But why’s it called scomp? What does it mean?” you query, tracing the patterned end absent-mindedly as you give Echo a look of bafflement, your brow furrowed in a way that he can’t help but think to himself is pretty cute. (Not that he’d ever admit it to you.) He opens his mouth like he’s about to explain before a voice echoes down from the other end of the Marauder. “Scomp is a portmanteau from various terms used to describe the technology, such as standard access adapter, computer input port, and computer interface socket. People abbreviated these terms enough over time that we now get the word scomp.”  You can’t help but giggle a little as Echo rolls his eyes, “Thanks Tech.” “My pleasure.” the voice responds, before the ships goes quiet again. “Anyway- do you not have anything like that from your world?” You think for a moment, wondering what would be a good comparison before your eyes light up, “YES! DONGLE!”  Echo raises his eyebrows, and Tech’s voice sounds out again,  “Excuse me?”  The rest of the day is spent explaining the wonders of dongles and their uses to two very curious clones.

[kaminokatie]

The Bad Batch Masterlist

Fics:

Poly!Bad Batch:

Listening. 🌶️

Sex Pollen - One. 🌶️ || Two. 🌶️

Crosshair:

Valentines Day.

Royce Hemlock:

Comfort Officer. 🌶️

Headcannons:

First Kiss.

First Time. 🌶️

Omega Calls You Mum. 🌶️

[moodymisty]

Hiya! Could you possibly write headcanons with Crosshair,Hunter,Echo,Wrecker and Tech with a GN!S/O that suddenly faints one day out of nowhere?The reason for their collapse can be up to you. 💖

Author's note: Hello there! I decided to keep the reasoning relatively vague just for ease of reading, so I hope you still enjoy :3

Relationships: Crosshair/Gn!Reader, Hunter/Gn!Reader, Tech/Gn!Reader, Wrecker/Gn!Reader, Echo/Gn!Reader

Warnings: None really

✦ Tech ✦

Tech has noticed over the time that you've known him that you have a tendency to get lightheaded- be it from missing a meal or from any other reason he doesn't know.

It still catches him off guard however when one day while working on the ship you suddenly faint right over, Tech sending his tools clattering to the ground as he quickly moves to catch you.

Thankfully his strength helps him as he snatches you by the waist.

He sits you down on the ground and while he's worried, of course, Tech is able to compartmentalize and make sure to actually help you instead of just worrying.

When you soon after get up and ask him what happened and why he looks like he saw a ghost, he tells you that you fell right over, but thankfully he caught you before you ended up hitting your head.

'Do you feel disoriented still at all? Please don't lie, I'm rather worried.'

Tech keeps a close eye on you but is also soothing his mind by doing some research, as to make sure he'll be much more prepared that he was now in the future. Just in case.

✦ Hunter ✦

Hunter is a giant armored mass of stress.

He wasn't actually in your presence when you'd fainted, but he did end up getting a comm saying you had fallen, and he swears there hasn't been a time he raced back to the Marauder so fast.

By the time he got there you were already awake, sitting in the co-pilot's seat and shaking your head as you try to get your bearings.

You have a drink in your hand and you smile up at him, but he can hear your breathing and heart rate still sound a little bit off for his liking. He insists that you lay down and at least take it easy, at minimum.

When you do, as if isn't really an option judging by his very stern 'superiority' voice, he hovers around constantly making sure you're still ok.

His ears keep on pricking to your heartbeat, and if he hears it even slightly off, he makes sure to take a glance in your direction.

When you try and get him to bugger off, Hunter refuses.

'You scared the hell outta me; I'm not gonna just quit it.'

He inquires to Tech about it but doesn't really end up with anything conclusive, so he very hesitantly decides it was just a fluke.

Needless to say he continues to hover and fuss over you the rest of the day, even going so far as to break his own rule of sleeping in separate bunks in order to keep close. He tries to keep a bit of decorum even though the Batch all obviously know the two of you are close, but he'll let it slide this time.

✦ Wrecker ✦

You often times joke around with Wrecker, so when you'd fainted for a split second he'd thought you were pulling a joke; And he easily caught you as you fell into him.

Very quickly however he realized you passed right out and quickly picks you up and takes you to the first person he had in mind; Which of course was Tech.

You're beginning to wake up just as Tech begins to look you over much to Wrecker's relief, and he doesn't have to fill you in on much.

'Phew, I'm just glad you're ok. You really scared me for a second there.'

He does however instantly begin bugging Tech about it much to his dismay, even if you try and insist Wrecker he quit it.

You know what caused it and make sure to fill him in, even if just so to save Tech from being lambasted.

He's just as fussy as Hunter would be, so you have trouble getting a worried Wrecker off of your back for the rest of the day, despite reassuring him many, many times that you're fine.

In the future Wrecker always keeps a keen eye on you if you ever look a little more sluggish than usual, cautious to never have a repeat of that again.

He'd first and foremost never want you to faint like that again, but if you do, he wants to be there to catch you.

✦ Crosshair ✦

You actually end up fainting onto Crosshair, during a post mission sit down.

He was cleaning his rifle and you were munching on some spare rations as a snack, when you'd suddenly flopped right onto his shoulder. He gently tried to push you off, joking in his usual snarky way that you were suffocating him, until he noticed you were out cold.

Making sure you don't fall over he quickly tries to wake you up, even going so far as to asking one of his brothers for help.

But when you wake up you're now laying on his bunk, rubbing your forehead and moving to get up. Crosshair quickly pounces, watching you and making sure you don't pull a 'dumb move' and try to get up right away.

'What the kriff was that? You freaked us all out.'

You explain that it isn't the first time you've fainted like that, and probably won't be the last; As you were honestly surprised it had taken this long to happen.

Crosshair's nose wrinkles as he snips at you for not warning them sooner, though it's obvious it was because he was worried, than any of his brothers.

✦ Echo ✦

Echo remembers vaguely of a time when one of his 501st brothers had passed out before, but anything learned from that instance is almost instantly out the window when you end up fainting.

When you wake up, he gets up from where he was sitting on a supply crate right beside you, he must've moved it closer to have a place to sit and wait, and begins asking questions.

'Hey, hey? You good? You weren't lookin' too good then you fell over... You sure you're alright?'

Echo doesn't worry too much, as he tries to remain level headed while you get your bearings back. Not much good happens where you're panicking, he thinks.

He is the first one to suggest that maybe you go see the medic, just to make sure there isn't anything going on.

No matter if you do or not Echo is right there, keeping a careful eye on you.

'Just don't go scaring me like that again. I've had enough heart racer moments like that for a few lifetimes.'