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clone-anon-after-dark · 9 days

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Heyo!!! It's Chopper (again. What can I say? I'm addicted to your writing)

Could you do a Crosshair x Male reader where the reader tries to top but gets too flustered so Crosshair takes over? (I don't know where this idea came from but I can't write sexy shit to save my fuckin life-😅)

Topping

Crosshair x M!Reader

Word Count: 1098

Warnings: NSFW, minors DNI, unprotected PiA, brief handjob, blowjob, kissing, reader gets flustered, dirty talk, some foreplay (story starts at the end of foreplay), aftercare

A/N: I'm glad you like my writing! I tried to follow the prompt. Established relationship, Crosshair knows what he wants and we love that for him, but he wants you to say what you want too. Definitely some soft!Crosshair here

You stood along the side of the bed and looked down at Crosshair. He let you take the lead for the first time and was more than happy to let you treat his body with affection. You took your time and tried to help both of you relax. It wasn’t that he insisted on being in charge, but you were comfortable as a bottom.

He held his thighs up and grinned at you in anticipation. You swallowed as you gazed down at his form and rubbed circles around this hole with your thumb. You nearly shook, leaning forward and kissing his chest with the head of your cock pressed against his entrance. You hoped your nervousness didn’t show, but it never got passed his eyes.

“Something wrong?” he asked. “You don’t like having me spread out for you?” he asked in an attempt to lighten the mood.

“You know that’s not true,” you said, trying to control your breathing.

“Tell me what you want from me,” he said sincerely, trying to encourage you.

You wanted him, wanted to feel him and bury yourself inside him. You wanted to watch him sigh at the feeling the same way you felt when he was on top of you. You wanted to kiss his chest and hold him as you fucked, but somehow the words wouldn’t come out.

“I… I want you.”

“You have me,” he replied, arching his hips in an effort to encourage you to press inside him.

Your eyes searched his. You weren’t exactly good at taking on this role, but didn’t want to let him down. Your hands ran over his thighs and rested on top of his hands. You felt stuck there like you couldn’t stop looking at him and couldn’t quite take the plunge.

Crosshair let go of his legs and sat up, resting on his elbows. He wordlessly reached forward and ran his fingers around your jaw and kissed your lips. He didn’t break eye contact and you smiled at him, feeling your heart swell. It wasn’t a scrutinizing look. He simply observed and tried to gauge what you both needed.

“Maybe I’m not good at this,” you whispered.

He shook his head, eyebrows knitting briefly.

“Do you still want me?” he asked.

“Of course I do,” you countered.

“Do you want to be in charge or are you open to suggestions?” he asked.

“What do you suggest?” you replied.

“You just lie back and let me ride you.”

“Oh, I’s like that.”

“Good.” He grinned. You laid back in bed and got comfortable.

“Tell me what you want,” he said, looking at your now half-hard cock. He was clearly trying to talk you through it, but it eased your mind. He still wanted you.

“S-suck,” was all you could get out but he happily obliged. He left little kisses along your hips before kissing his way from your base to tip. He took you in his mouth and started bobbing his head, using his lips to add suction in the way he knew you liked. You watched, trying your best to keep your breathing steady and not finish too quickly. Using his mouth was one of his many talents. It was even better to see him play with his balls while he pleasured you.

“That’s enough,” you said after several minutes.

“Nice and wet,” he said with a smirk. “Ready?”

You nodded. He was in charge at this point, but you didn’t mind. You took in his long form as he straddled your hips, took your length in his hand, lined himself up, and slowly sank onto you with a content sigh. He rested his hands on your chest and started to ride you.

Your breathing came in heavy pants. He felt incredible and looked even better playing with his cock while he took you. He placed each hand on either side of your head, leaned down, and kissed you, slowing his movements enough to focus on capturing your lips. As you parted just enough to look up at him and before you could stop yourself, you uttered, “Let me,” and held his hips in place while slowly thrusting up into him.

“Fuck,” was all you could say.

“Take what you want,” he muttered between low grunts at the sensation of your cock massaging him from inside. You found a steady pace and couldn’t stop the moan that left your lips. Crosshair adjusted his position and rested his head in the crook of your neck, his length rubbing along your abdomen as you continued to fuck him. Being enveloped in him while you continued to bury yourself in his asshole felt intoxicating. You held out for as long as you could, but remembered to take care of him, wanting to make sure he came first.

“Crosshair, I’m…”

Just then he came, sputtering his cum between both your stomachs. He didn’t move his face from where he was nestled against you, but brought his hips lower so you could thrust deeper. You moaned louder and finished inside him.

Your arms snaked around him and held him close as both your bodies melted against each other, now spent. You played with his hair and kissed his forehead. He was usually the one holding you and it felt nice to switch it up. You wanted him to feel just as loved and cared for as he made you feel.

“I’m sorry that didn’t go entirely as planned,” you said, eventually breaking the silence.

He shook his head and looked at you with the softest smile you’d ever seen.

“Don’t be sorry. It felt good.” He searched your face and kissed your jawline before adding, “Don’t be afraid to say what you want either.”

“I just got a little flustered,” you said.

“Did you have fun, though?” he asked, already sure he knew the answer.

“Yes,” you grinned, kissing him again and holding him a little closer. “I really enjoyed fucking your ass.”

“Mmm.” His lone vocal response was not unusual, but his expression said everything. He liked when you said exactly what you wanted. Crosshair was safe and loved you. He wanted you to feel good.

“And I enjoyed being fucked in the ass by you,” he said, being sure to cause any uncertainty to vanish.

You reached for the towel on the nightstand and carefully cleaned you both up before saying, “I could go for a hot shower, actually.”

He got up and offered you a hand. A long shower proved to be the best way to wind down before falling back into bed together.

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clone-anon-after-dark · 17 days

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Can I request a Fives x fem!reader where Fives is pursuing the reader, a master thief, across Coruscant after she stole Jedi artefacts from the temple?

Thrill

Fives x F!Reader

Word Count: 1102

Warnings: NSFW, minors DNI, dom Fives vibes, unprotected PiV sex, fingering, dirty talk, little bit of aftercare

A/N: You and Fives share an attraction and have met before. Reader steals but not compulsively. If anyone would like a m!reader version of this or my take on an aspec reader version of this, let me know!

You liked hanging out at 79's after a long day. Work was tiring, but you could always count on some troopers to distract you before you headed home alone. You didn't just bring anyone home, but you loved dancing with the handsome men and laughing at their antics. You met Fives when he joined the 501st and asked him to dance with you the first time after he made ARC trooper. A soft grin flashed every time he saw you, but you were careful not to get too close even though your heart wanted more.

Today, though, you were running through the streets of Coruscant and trying to get home following a route that always allowed for escape. You felt the kyber crystal through the fabric of your pocket. All this would be for nothing if you lost it along the way. The point was to get home safely with the crystal. Stealing from the Jedi temple was no easy feat, but you'd successfully stolen other artifacts before.

Troopers shouted behind you as you ran. You ducked behind another corner and behind a small apartment. You pulled away a crate covering a small doorway that led to the tunnels. Once there, you headed home. You always lost them at this spot. More troopers shouted above, trying to coordinate their search, and you could swear you recognized some of the voices as the same men you knew from the 501st. You kept running. It didn't matter. You turned another corner and climbed down a level before opening a hatch and reappearing on the street below. You took a breath, but Fives appeared.

"Fives! Uh, hi!" Playing it cool was not the easiest thing to do after running that long.

"Fancy meeting you here," he said. He took in your form and swallowed. His eyebrows narrowed as he noticed you were out of breath and appeared from the very tunnel his brothers were searching.

"Yes, and uh, why are you here? You looking for my apartment? Trying to visit?" Fives had never been to your home, but you knew he wanted to. Wanted to come home with you. Maybe playing this off like he was looking for you for other reasons would work.

"No," he replied, walking up to you and taking your hand. Your pulse was racing. "Someone keeps stealing artifacts from the Jedi temple. We're out looking for the thief."

"Interesting. Why would someone do that?"

Fives held your gaze and put his blaster away. His careful hands searched the pockets of your poncho.

"You hiding anything from me, cyar'ika?"

"I think you know the answer to that." You were caught. He found the crystal, but instead of taking it, it left it in your pocket.

"Someone's been naughty. Whatever am I going to do with you?"

Your heart started racing again for another reason and before you could stop yourself, you kissed him. He backed you to the door of your home, one hand resting on either side of you. You punched in the code without looking and nearly felt backwards into the main room. The door closed behind him and he started taking his armor off.

"Is this... I want you," was all he could say between kisses. You grinned and nodded as you led him to the bedroom, a trail of armor left down the hallway. You carefully took your poncho off so as not to knock the crystal out of it. Fives helped you out of your clothes and cupped your face. He placed little kisses all over it as if you were the most precious being he'd ever seen.

"I've wanted you ever since that first dance," he said. "Promise me this isn't just you trying to get out of trouble."

"It's not," you said before kissing his palm.

You both got on the bed, Fives hovering over your and lavishing your mouth and breasts with kisses. Each nibble on your sensitive skin pulled a moan from you. You only got louder when his hand made its way to your folds. He pressed two fingers inside you and gathered some slick to trace circles around your clit. You reached for his length but he stopped you.

"It's been a long time," he admitted. "Better to hold off for now. Let me just enjoy you."

He continued to draw moans from you and playfully grinned as your hips bucked into his hand. Between kisses he stole a look around the room and noticed all four of the other artifacts they'd been looking for.

"You have been a bad girl," he growled. Your eyes followed his, realizing what he had found. You looked back at him to find his expression stern, but eyes filled with desire. You felt heat overtake you as you came.

"You like that?" he asked.

"Uh huh," you squeaked.

"You ready for more?"

You nodded.

"Use your words, mesh'la."

"Yes."

He kissed you again and pinned your wrists above your head. Fives was never forceful, but you could feel the strength behind it. You let out a sinful moan as his cock entered you. He wiggled his hips a little as he filled you before fucking you at a steady pace.

"Good girl," he said, still holding your wrists in place. "You take me so well. My good little thief."

The air was a mix of moans, panting, and skin meeting skin. Your body wholly surrendered to him and you came again. Fives watched and licked his lips at the sight, but almost immediately he came buried inside you.

He let go of your wrists and laid next to you, holding you close. You weren't sure how long it took, but you were both able to catch your breath. You kissed his chest and inhaled his scent. It reminded you of those times you got a little sweaty on the dance floor. Just a little heat between you drawing you in for something more. You kissed him passionately and rested your face in the crook of his neck. Eventually, he broke the silence.

"I guess I should comm the team. They're probably still out looking for you. Or looking for me."

"What are you going to do?" you asked.

"We could just return these things to Master Yoda. Say I found them behind a crate somewhere so no one is implicated. Why do you steal these things anyway? Do you need money?"

"No, I don't sell them," you replied. "I just like the challenge and the chase."

"Perhaps I can provide you some challenge and chase instead then," he offered with a wink.

"I think I'd like that."

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clone-anon-after-dark · 21 days

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Caught on Camera

3.7k words - NSFW

Tech's loses a screw in his bed and finds your earring instead. He looks back through some camera footage to see how it may have gotten there. Turns out you had gotten more than comfortable in his cot.

Piggyback's a tiny bit off of an earlier fic. Just barely though. Enjoyyy

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Tech marched to his cot, flipping a few parts around in his hands as he went. They needed tweaking, possibly a complete overhaul, but regardless, he was set on documenting his repairs. He’d installed a motion sensor, barely detectable, microcamera in the upper corner of his cot for such occasions. While he rarely needed to review his procedures, he found satisfaction in adding to his archive.

Shoving aside chords and spare parts, Tech swung his feet up, unfazed by the clutter that surrounded him. His brothers often questioned how he managed to sleep amidst the chaos of tools and bolts scattered around him. To them, it was a horror, but to Tech, it was a carefully organized system . He found the idea of having to get up for common parts more horrific.

As Tech delicately removed a small screw, the piece slipped from his grasp, bouncing off his fingers, and, by the sounds of it, into the corner behind him. . With unwavering focus on the device before him, Tech maneuvered his fingers into the tight space, determined to retrieve the errant screw. The first thing he felt was definitely not the screw.

Examining the object in his hand, Tech raised an eyebrow in surprise. "Hold on," he muttered to himself, turning the item over in his palm. Upon closer inspection, it became evident that it wasn't a stray screw at all, but rather a piece of jewelry—a stud earring, to be precise. Intrigued, Tech glanced around his immediate surroundings, searching for any other anomalies, but found nothing amiss.

Glancing at the cot hanging on the opposite wall of the Marauder he had no doubt the earring was yours. The question lay in how it found its way into his cot. Closing his fist around the stud and setting aside his projects, Tech left his cot to grab his datapad. Once in hand, he settled back into his usual spot, plugging into the dataport next to his cot, and began sifting through the camera footage.

While Tech seldom needed to review the recordings, he was meticulous in his examination. As the footage played, he focused intently, scouring for any unexpected visitors in his personal space.

It didn’t take long for him to find the clip. More than 30 rotations ago, you appeared on screen, settling onto the edge of his cot, looked towards the exit, and pulled yourself fully up into the bunk. Mimicking your actions, Tech leaned out to survey the area for any potential interruptions before returning his attention to the footage, his curiosity piqued.

As Tech continued to watch the footage, he observed your relaxed demeanor as you settled into his space, making yourself at home. Your hands explored the surroundings, tracing the sketches adorning the wall and the edges of his bed before coming to rest on your stomach. Tech glanced at the pillow beside him, surprised he hadn’t picked up on your scent.

In the video, you leaned back, seemingly preparing to relax, prompting Tech's curiosity to peak. He watched intently as you closed your eyes briefly, a fleeting moment of apparent calm. However, your fingers soon began to fidget, and your eyes opened again, scanning over his drawings. Tech observed with a mixture of fascination and perplexity as you pulled your shirt from your pants, revealing the skin below your navel.

Tech didn’t have time to consider what you were doing before your hands got to work on your pants. Adjusting his goggles and bringing the datapad closer to his face, he watched intently as you deftly worked on your pants, effortlessly opening them just enough for your hand to slip inside. Even through the fabric, the movements of your fingers were unmistakable

Tech reared back slightly, his mind racing with thoughts. He paused the video, freezing the image of you lost in your own touch, unaware of the camera recording your actions. His thumb wandered along your silhouette, he’d witnessed you sleeping and caught you off guard on occasion but this felt very different.

Although you were technically intruding upon his personal space, Tech reasoned that you likely believed you were not being watched. Holding his breath, he hesitated for a moment before pressing play, eager to see how the situation would unfold.

Tech's eyes widened as a mixture of disbelief and arousal washing over him. Your actions were intimate in a way he hasn’t expected. His hand instinctively moved to adjust his goggles, his focus unwavering on the datapad screen as you continued.

Your hand dove farther into your pants while your free hand slid up your body and onto your chest. The hand on your chest mirrored a moment he couldn't forget—the moment he had separated you and Crosshair by means of a hand Crosshair’s shoulder and another your chest.

He heard you hushedly moan, “Tech.” The way you said his name sent a shiver down Tech's spine, his heart rate quickening in response.

He hesitated for a brief moment, torn between shutting off the video and continuing to watch. It wasn't until he felt the undeniable strain against his own pants that Tech finally forced himself to pause the recording. His mind raced as he pieced together the timeline of this event, recalling the mission with the 501st that had stirred up unresolved feelings and tension between you and the Bad Batch.

Tech watched you in his cot and a small smile came to him. Evidently it was his touch that had the most impact. With a thoughtful expression, he uncurled his hand, the stud earring still nestled within his palm. Casting a glance at the concealed microcamera, Tech knew he had to handle this situation delicately.

As he pondered his next move, Tech considered the whereabouts of his teammates. Echo and Hunter were engaged in a meeting with a Jedi general, Crosshair and Wrecker were occupied restocking supplies, and you had taken on the task of handling rations. You made it clear you were only handling the rations this time.

Glancing at the time displayed on his datapad, Tech calculated that you would soon be returning. With a sense of anticipation, he tapped the corner of his datapad, preparing himself for your imminent arrival.

He pinched the earring between his thumb and forefinger to place it on your pillow. Unplugging from the dataport, Tech went to stand in the Marauder’s doorway. Leaning against the frame, he appeared engrossed in his datapad, though his mind was preoccupied with thoughts of your impending return.

As he scrolled through the datapad, Tech played out various scenarios in his mind, preparing himself for the interaction to come. He wanted to handle the situation with finesse, ensuring that neither of you felt uncomfortable or embarrassed.

Soon enough, he spotted you approaching, a hovercart laden with rations in tow. Your smile was warm as you greeted him, not at all surprised to find him waiting. You chuckled lightly as you shook your head, teasing him by saying, "Guess I shouldn't be surprised you're already done with your tinkering," you remarked, your tone affectionate.

Tech remained focused on his datapad initially, not looking up as you approached. "I've told you, it's not 'tinkering,'" he reiterated, his tone matter-of-fact. With a casual push off the doorframe, he straightened up. "Besides, there's another matter that has arisen, and I require your assistance with it."

You leaned casually on the handles of the hovercart, feigning nonchalance. "My help? Must be pretty desperate," you teased, eliciting a bored, almost annoyed look from Tech. Chuckling at his reaction, you urged him to lead the way, pushing the cart toward the ship. "Fine, fine. Let's get whatever it is over with."

Following Tech inside, you watched curiously as he handed you his datapad. He retrieved a long cord from beneath his cot and plugged it into the device and the dataport beside his cot. Pointing towards your cot opposite his, he instructed, "You may sit there."

You followed Tech's suggestion and settled into your cot as he maneuvered into his bunk, opening a panel beside the dataport. "I need to calibrate a camera I installed in my bunk.”

The word 'camera' caught you off guard, and you struggled to maintain your composure, your surprise barely contained to a single raised eyebrow. "Since when do you have a camera in your bunk?" you asked, trying to sound casual despite the rush flooding your mind. Inside, you felt a sense of panic at the implications of what might be hidden in the camera's memory. Your heart raced as a live feed of Tech working on the datapad panel appeared on the screen, confirming your suspicions.

"For playback purposes when I make repairs," Tech said with a shrug of a shoulder. "It can prove useful for reference purposes. However, I've never found the need for it," he added with a smirk of triumph.

Internally, a wave of relief hit you. It seemed that Tech had never bothered to review the footage, which eased your earlier concerns. "So, you just have a constant recording going?" you asked, trying to sound bored.

Tech shook his head, scoffing at the suggestion. "That would be unnecessary," he replied. "The camera is motion-activated. Recording only initiates when someone moves in front of it. Even I would find it tedious to scour a constant feed for a single event.”

You nodded, your attention fixed on the screen as you watched Tech's movements. The camera panned smoothly, capturing every adjustment he made. "I'm not sure what I am looking for, but the view looks fine," you said.

“Sarad.” The mention of the Mando’an nickname caught you off guard and put you on high alert.

“Hmm?" you responded, feigning nonchalance as you hummed out a reply. Onscreen, Tech closed the wall panel and settled back into his cot, positioning himself to face the camera directly. His gaze locked onto the lens, and even through the video feed, you felt the weight of his stare, a subtle kind of eye contact.

"I believe I found something of yours, it is on your pillow" Tech said, pointing towards you as he addressed you directly. Your gaze followed his gesture, and sure enough, there it was—a tiny stud earring perched on your pillow. You brightened at the sight, recognizing your lost jewelry.

Ditching the datapad, you plucked the earring and returned it to its rightful place in your ear. You beamed at Tech, who was now looking directly at you. “Tech, thank you! I thought it was lost for good.” Already forgetting the previous circumstances, you asked, “How in the stars did you find it?”

Tech's gaze softened as he watched you reclaim your earring, a subtle smile playing at the corners of his lips. "I stumbled upon it recently during my ‘tinkering’ as you say."

Your beaming dimmed with a bit of confusion as he continued, "It was nestled in an unexpected place—in my cot, of all locations." He paused, allowing the implication of his words to sink in.

A short, nervous laugh bubbled out of you. "In your cot? How did it end up there?" you asked in a bad play confusion. You suddenly knew exactly how you came to lose it.

Tech's eyes narrowed as he soaked in your reactions. He was committing this interaction to memory. Never having experienced exchanges like the ones you two shared, and with nothing to relate it to, he found himself struggling to predict the next outcome.

He cleared his throat before speaking. "Actually," he began, his tone betraying amusement, “I do have an idea of how it ended up in my cot." Pausing for a moment to gauge your reaction, he continued, "You see, while reviewing the camera footage for the earring’s orgins, I happened to come across a rather fascinating incident."

"It seems that during a moment of relaxation, you may have inadvertently misplaced your earring," he explained, choosing his words carefully. His eyes dipped for a blink as he practically purred, "It was quite captivating, really.”

Tech noticed the hastening of your breaths and the familiar red blotches blossoming up your neck. The corner of his lips twitched in rhythm with his fingers.

Despite the temptation, he knew it wasn't the time for such impulses. He resisted the urge to reach out and feel the warm flush of your skin. He found himself wondering how you would react, but he pushed aside those thoughts.

You sat there wide eyed with an anxiety induced smile stuck in place. No words came to mind, all you could imagine was what kind of expression Tech had while he watched you.

“How much did you see?”

“May I ask you something?” He completely ignored your question, too engrossed in dissecting the situation for it to register. You squeaked out a yes and he asked, “What you did in my cot…” He leaned forward, hands on his knees, “Do you do that in the others’ cots?”

He’d asked you something similar in the past. About whether you reacted to his brothers the way you did him. If he knew of the ache between your legs his intense watch was causing, well that would be his answer.

Your breaths became heavier and your tongue still felt like lead when you said, “You don’t like that idea. Do you?”

Tech considered the concept for a moment. “That is irrelevant to my question.”

You sensed his hesitation, but you needed a definitive answer before proceeding with your plans. "Amuse me," you urged, pushing him gently for a response.

As Tech's gaze momentarily flickered away, a serious expression crossed his features. “I have no say in where you choose to… relax.” After a brief pause to compose himself, he adjusted his goggles and met your gaze again. “But no. Hearing you’ve done so in other cots is not something I would enjoy.”

“Are you angry with me for what I did?”

Tech's response was immediate and straightforward. "No," he replied, his puzzlement evident in his tone.

“May I show you something?” You were on your feet and in front of him before the question was finished.

In response to your abrupt question, Tech found himself slightly taken aback. "I-I suppose so,"Tech watched as you undid your pants, mirroring the actions he had witnessed in the recording. However, this time, instead of proceeding as before, your hands settled beside you.

He stared at the little spot of abdomen peeking out. Keeping his head still, Tech raised his eyes to meet yours, a question evident in his expression.

There was a moment of silent understanding between you, mutual acknowledgment of the question hanging in the air. Tech's analytical mind raced, seeking to decipher the meaning behind your actions, yet he remained composed, awaiting your response with a mixture of curiosity and intrigue.

“Take off a glove, Tech.”

He didn’t break eye contact as he lifted his right hand and pulled at each finger until the glove was off. Bracing a hand on the bunk above him, you leaned down to reach for his hand. An inch away, you stopped. Tech was so careful with you. Getting clear consent and understanding before even touching you. You wanted to afford him the same thing.

Your stomach fluttered as you confessed, “It happened only once outside of my own bed.” He swallowed upon hearing that, fueling you to continue. “The thought of you, Tech, makes my body react in a way it doesn’t for others.”

Obliviousness was not a characteristic of Tech’s. Certain social cues were lost on him, but he was the most intelligent man you’d ever met. He could read between the lines and he was. Tech’s hand closed the small gap to lay palm side up in your hand.

“I require a better understanding of what you mean.” Without speaking you guided his hand to the cusp of your pants, his fingers barely touching the patch of exposed abdomen.

The surprise on his face only encouraged your rising fever. “If you want a better understanding,” You leaned into his touch, “You’ll have to get one for yourself.”

In the thralls of discovery, a ravenous look consumes Tech and that was the expression spiraling over him in that moment.. He put his left hand on your hip, pulling you slightly lower while, at the same time, angling his hand between your pants and your body and right between your legs. His touch took your breath away.

His middle finger smoothed over your skin and hit the wetness dripping out of you. He pressed another finger over your slick entrance and pulled a soft noise from you.

“This is unexpected.” Tech’s face was vibrantly proud. It was that cocky self confidence that made you weak kneed in the first place. “I rather like it.” He applied more pressure and his fingers began to dip inside of you.

Your knees bent at the touch, your body begging for more. It worked to the point of getting his fingers farther inside. Tech responded by curling the two fingers into you and pulling you forward. The grip you had on the bunk above was the only thing keeping you from collapsing to the ground. When his fingers started to move, that life line nearly snapped.

“I didn’t watch your recording very long.” Tech admitted while his free hand moved to grip your ass. He gently squeezed your ass and said, “This is something I wanted to observe first hand.”

“You wanted this?” Your question came out in a whine, you could barely think of anything other than the fact Tech was fingering you.

Tech buried his fingers deeper, “Oh, most definitely.” At this point, his hand was about the only thing keeping you on your feet. The angle of his palm made it so he was constantly brushing against your clit, making it hard to stay standing. He felt your knees wobble and he tugged your forward again, fingers still working inside of you.

You fell into him, hands on his shoulders and a shin over his thigh. The sounds you were making for him, only for him as he was constantly reminding himself, were working him into a frenzy as well. He wanted more, he needed to know what other faces you would make for him. What sounds he could pull from you as he played with you.

With each careful movement of his fingers, Tech observed the subtle shifts in your expression, the moments when your eyes fluttered closed or your breath caught in your throat. He adjusted his touch accordingly, seeking to provide you with the perfect balance of pressure and release.

You had long since lost yourself in the sensation of his touch, your gaze drifting away as you surrendered to the pleasure coursing through your body. It had been years since you had felt this kind of intimacy. It was with a member of the 501st and it had never felt as intense as this moment with Tech.

Tech studied you far more than you realized. Learning how you worked and what you liked was intoxicating him. This was no different. He had no relevant experience with such intimacies, but he was priding himself on learning your body. You’d never have guessed this was his first time with the way his fingers strung you along.

His middle finger curled into a soft spot on your wall, sending a jolt through you. You leaned farther into him, panting into his ear. “Tech, you can’t keep doing that.”

Tech barely let off the pressure. Instead he rolled his finger into the spot over and over, coaxing you to tighten around him and collapse. You were straddling him at this point and, with his free hand anchoring you in place with a firm grip on your ass, release was rushing towards you. “I’ve barely done anything yet.” The timbre in his voice sent a shudder through you.

You pulled back and held his face in your hands. “Tech,” his name came out in a whine. “I don’t want the first time you see me like this to be on your fingers.” Your mouth hung open in a soft moan.

Tech’s gloved hand flew to your face to hook a thumb into your mouth. He drew your face closer to his, his voice dropping to a low, almost teasing tone. "Too bad," he murmured, his words laced with playful defiance.

He gripped you with whole hand, his palm working into your clit while his fingers kept up their pace. The combination made you see stars as heat burst through you. Pleasure shot from your core to every nerve in your body. You arched into him and you rode out your climax on his hand. His hand moved over your mouth, his thumb now wet with your saliva.

You pushed his hand off your mouth, it fell to your back, and you caught his lips in a kiss. It quickly became a hungry dance between you. The pressure of the kiss was almost bruising, but neither of you cared about air at the moment. As you licked and nipped at his lips, Tech quickly followed your rhythm until you pulled his tongue into yours for a gentle suck. He groaned at the sensation and couldn’t stop the thought of what else might find its way into your mouth.

Gradually, Tech slowed his fingers and the kiss faded into soft exchanges. Tech was withdrawing his hand when the kiss finally broke completely and you both were left panting.

Tech’s gloved hand casually cradled the small of your back as he shifted your weight onto his left leg. He brought the fingers, still slick with you, to his mouth to suck on the tips. He smirked at your blatant surprise, gave his hand a wipe on his cot, and set it on your thigh.

“With your permission, I’d like to refer back to this particular recording in the future.”

It took a moment to shake off the haze of pleasure and remember the camera. You shifted your focus to the lens, then leaned in, your voice barely above a whisper. “Only if you touch me like that again.” Satisfied with your playful tease, you attempted to lean back, but Tech's firm grip held your head in place. His lips brushed against your ear.

In a quiet, firm voice he promised. “That was only the beginning.”

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And it will be rewarded ❤️

I know I have two requests that are sitting in my ask box. I see them and have some thoughts for both of them, it might just take a bit because of life. I want to do them justice and make sure there's enough, you know, detail.

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Thank you for sharing that perspective! I'm glad you had your husband with you through that! ❤️

Just As You Are (Wolffe x GN!Asexual!Aromantic!Reader)

Word count: 2047

Warnings: I’ll say NSFW for mention of having sex to make past partners happy, mention of masturbation, minors DNI

A/N: This is my first time writing Reader who is strictly aroace so I hope I did it some kind of justice. I know not all aroace people express themselves in the same way, so this is just one version I had in my mind. I believe what I write is referred to as a queerplatonic relationship? No pronouns are used for Reader. There is cuddling, bedsharing, and some sweetness, but not romance in the way a lot of people think about it. I think that touch is great and can be a wonderful way of communicating in all relationships, including platonic relationships, so there are some quick kisses, hugs, hand holding, etc.

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😭😭😭😭😭🥹🥹🥹😭😭😭

What a review! Thank you for taking the time. Your insight into the last bit where Wolffe thought he lost his eyesight makes me feel like I hopefully got it right. I really wanted to show these people leaning on each other, not just the clone being there for their partner, and I wanted to show love in other forms. I'm glad that came across. Please do not apologize for how much you wrote. It's so appreciated! ❤️

Just As You Are (Wolffe x GN!Asexual!Aromantic!Reader)

Word count: 2047

Warnings: I’ll say NSFW for mention of having sex to make past partners happy, mention of masturbation, minors DNI

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Loose Curls (Tup x F!Reader)

Word count: 955

Warnings: NSFW, minors DNI, oral sex (reader receiving), PiV, cowgirl, face sitting, unprotected sex, some sub!Tup vibes, consensual hair pulling/tugging (but nothing painful), mention of a safe signal (tapping) but it is not needed

A/N: established relationship, Tup is not a virgin, two people in love fucking including aftercare, my head is in a place where writing took time but hopefully this is okay

Note that there are two versions of this story. The M!reader version can be found here.

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#self-reblog #tup x reader #clone trooper tup x reader #tup x fem reader #clone trooper tup x fem reader #tup #clone trooper tup #tcw #tcw fanfiction #the clone wars #the clone wars fanfiction #reader insert

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Master List of Echo Goodies!

Key: 😭 = Hurt/Comfort 🌶️ = NSFW 🥹 = Fluff 💙 = Romance

Long Fics:

😭🥹 Parts of a Whole by snow_and_ice on Ao3

🥹💙 Echo and Comms by @deejadabbles

😭🌶️ Loverboy (Sith Finds Echo) by @kaminocasey

😭💙🥹🌶️ Don't You Know by @221bshrlocked

One-Shots:

😭 Grieving w/Jedi General by @arctrooper69

🥹 Tough Love from Echo by @arctrooper69

😭 Brotherly Comfort by @eclec-tech

🌶️ Spicy Reunion by @clone-anon-after-dark

🥹 Birdwatching and Walk in the City by @clone-anon

😭 Tambor's Monster (Frankenstein AU) by @eclec-tech

😭 I Miss You by KyberCrystals94

💙😭 I'm Different by @dangraccoon

💙🌶️ish - Just Borrowing by @dangraccoon

🌶️ The Courtesan, which starts general and then each of the Bad Batch have their own ending. Echo's ending is called Desirable

🥹 Echo Meets Your Family by @reader6898

🥹 Body Insecurities by @tinywitchgoblin

🥹💙 The Beauty in All (Matchmaking AU) by @deejadabbles

🥹 Waking up with Echo by @freesia-writes

🥹💙 Flirting with Echo by @freesia-writes

Fan Art:

Echo in action by @keeradaks

Shirtless Echo by @queenjiru

Zygerrian Prisoner by @url0calweirdo

Hilarious Comic by @jvanrynart

Echo and Fives by @baaaaaaaam

Tired Mediator by @phantasm-echo

Thirst Trap Animation by @boggsart

Echo and Fives at the Bar by @nika6q

Echo and Riyo, No Pickles by @amalthiaph

Snarky Valentine by @nika6q

Male Model Echo by @eyecandyeoz

Echo and Ghost Fives by @spicyclones79s

TCW Echo by @moonvixenart

Cozy Fireside Echo by @pinkiemme

SWC Portrait by @kenosisofabrami

Four Portraits by @beetlecrest

Radiant Crown by @lightspringrain

Puppet Echo by @echojedis

Echo and Fives by @coldbrewarts

Glorious Thicc Boi by @muguathepapaya

Halloween Moth Echo by @pinkiemme

Echo and Riyo Sunbathing by @nika6q

Disney Prince Echo by @marymunchkiin

Tank Top Echo by @frostbitebakery

Snoozin with Tech by @amorfista

Gardening on Pabu by @thattoothpick

Rex Finding Echo by @hootydoot

Beach Day with Hunter by @amorfista

TCW Echo and Fives by @cobaltbeam

Shirtless Echo by @matookahitaki

BAMF Armored Echo by @superscoundrel23

Echo Moon by @lightspringrain

Damn Scomp by @snotbuggle

Puppy Dog Eyes by @isthereanechoinhere96

Shirtless Echo by @raevulsix

#a wonderful list #thank you for compiling #tbb echo #arc trooper echo #echo x reader #tbb echo fanfiction #tcw fanfiction #reader insert

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New PFPs

Thanks to @kimageddon for the new pfps! We have Tup for @clone-anon and Gregor with a man bun for @clone-anon-after-dark just because I think he can pull it off.

Consider commissioning her! I'm so happy with them.

#clone anon posts #tbb gregor #captain gregor #clone trooper tup #tup #gregor #tcw gregor #tcw tup #tcw #tbb #the bad batch #the clone wars #clones with curly hair

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Just As You Are (Wolffe x GN!Asexual!Aromantic!Reader)

Word count: 2047

Warnings: I’ll say NSFW for mention of having sex to make past partners happy, mention of masturbation, minors DNI

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Hello. I saw that your requests are open and thought I'd request Hunter x F! Reader (Pabu's doctor) where the two are in an established relationship and after getting Omega and Crosshair back, he goes to see her to tell her the news. He finds her taking a shower, and there they talk and have wonderful sex.

Distraction

Hunter x Pabu’s Doctor Fem Reader

Word Count: 953

Warnings: NSFW, minors DNI, unprotected PiV shower sex, fingering, a lot of kissing

A/N: I tried to follow the request as closely as possible, established relationship, Hunter just needs to unwind and sleep for a thousand years. Reader is described as having hair. There is only one brief mention of the phrase "doctor's orders" at the end. For personal reasons, I couldn't get further into writing reader as a doctor.

You stood under the warm water and let out a sigh as it hit your back. You inhaled the beautiful smell of your favorite shampoo and gently massaged it into your scalp. You tilted your head back and rinsed off the suds. A peaceful smile spread across your face at the sound of his footsteps down the hallway.

Hunter was happy to be home. Omega was safe and to his surprise, Crosshair was there too. He was immediately on edge, although he wasn’t going to leave his brother stranded again. He heard the shower and could practically feel your warmth as he walked toward the refresher. He knocked on the door with a familiar tap.

“Cyare?”

“Come in.”

He shyly opened the door. This wasn’t the first time he’d seen you in the shower, but he was always respectful. Hunter held you in the highest regard and he’d never take advantage.

“How did it go?” you asked. You held back the curtain and took in his worn figure. “Join me. You look stressed.”

He smiled softly and took off his clothes. He walked into the shower and cupped your face. You kissed him sweetly and snaked your arms around his waist.

“So? How did it go? Is Omega home?” you asked.

“Crosshair. He helped her escape. They got out together.”

You knew about Crosshair. You were worried for Omega, but didn’t expect Crosshair and Omega would escape in a joint effort. Hunter and Wrecker had been flying across the galaxy and were worn ragged. While happy Omega was back, you knew this was going to bring up some things. You ran your hands through his hair and guided him under the water. Hunter let out a sigh and tilted his head back to be greeted by the warm water.

“You want to talk about how you feel?” you asked.

“I missed my brother, but I need to know what’s happened to him,” Hunter replied, standing up straight again and looking into your eyes. His face was marked with uncertainty and you wished you could help him find solace in this moment. In your heart you knew things would be okay, but you’d seen how torn he’d been over the events of the end of the war. He was doing all he could to keep it together.

You silently helped him wash his hair and massaged each other’s backs. Hunter made a few comments, but it was clear he was processing a lot of thoughts at once. He wasn’t sure how to feel about things. Relief was mixed with hope and worry.

“Would you like a distraction for now?” you asked. You held his hand and kissed each knuckle.

“Absolutely.” He wrapped his arms around you and kissed you fervently. Your tongues traced each other’s lips before granting entry. You savored each other. He lifted your leg with a “May I?”

“Yes,” you answered before kissing along his jawline. Hunter gently traced patterns over your hip and between your legs. You moaned lightly at his touch. He circled your clit in a figure eight pattern that almost immediately turned your legs into jelly. You leaned on him and he lifted you, holding you close and supporting you. He left little kisses along your collarbones that made you swoon.

“I want you,” you mumbled in his ear. Hunter held you up so your legs wrapped around his waist and your back rested on the wall. You reached down and helped guide him inside. You both moaned at the sensation. You closed your eyes as he began to fuck you. You missed him and soaked up all the contact you could. The feeling of strength as your arms rested on his shoulders, the sensation of his breath against your neck, gripping his middle with your thighs as he moved in and out. He nuzzled his face against your neck and whispered his love. Your softness felt like home and only made him want you more. Your hips arched to meet his at a better angle and it sent you over the edge. You felt like you might fall, but he held you close as he eased every bit of pleasure out of you.

“So good for me,” he whispered in your ear. It only encouraged you to cry out his name louder as another wave hit you.

You contracting around his cock was almost too much. His movements stuttered until he came buried inside you. Your lips met his in a searing kiss as you both came down from your high. He carefully put you down and helped you stand again. You cleaned each other, stopping every so often to share another kiss. Eventually he turned off the water and held your hand as he helped you out of the shower.

“We need to get you to bed,” you said while drying his hair.

“Oh really?” he asked with a grin.

“Yes,” you replied. “You’re exhausted. Doctor’s orders.”

“Can’t argue with that, then.”

You held hands as you wandered into the bedroom. You both put on some comfortable pajamas. He didn’t have to tell you that he had basically worn nothing but the same clothes and his armor almost all the time while he was gone. Pajamas were a luxury for him, but one you were happy to provide. You got into bed together and he couldn’t hide his smile at the familiar feeling of welcoming sheets and pillows that embraced you both. Hunter pulled you close and inhaled your sweet scent. You let out a content hum.

“I love you, Hunter.”

“I love you too.” He rested his forehead to yours as he held you. It wasn’t long before you both drifted off to sleep.

Tagging: @dukeoftheblackstar @staycalmandhugaclone

#hunter x reader #tbb hunter x reader #tbb hunter x fem reader #tbb hunter x f!reader #tbb hunter x afab reader #the bad batch #tbb fanfiction #the bad batch fanfiction #hunter x afab reader #hunter x fem reader #hunter x f!reader #reader insert #hunter anon #tbb hunter #tbb spoilers #the bad batch spoilers

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Simple acts of kindness and respect can be very sexy.

Turning a Corner (TBB Echo x Fem Separatist Reader)

Word Count: 3024

Warnings: NSFW, fingering, oral sex (both receiving), unprotected PiV sex, aftercare, minors DNI

A/N: Per request, this an enemies to lovers fic with Echo and a Separatist reader. I didn't have a lot of details to go on, but I hope this fits the bill. If you'd like a version of this with an aspec or a masc reader, please send me a message or ask!

Smoke cleared to reveal the two soldiers pointing their blasters at you. You were trying to escape the fighting just outside the city with nothing but a stolen datastick. You put your hand over the pouch that held it. You weren’t going to let it get into enemy hands, but instead hoped it might keep you in the good graces of the Separatists. You knew both armies were looking for it. You were terrified of the rumors you’d heard about what the Republic would do to you, and hoped its recovery to the Separatists would result in at least a hot meal. The war was raging just outside your doorstep and you were doing all you could to run from the battle and get the information to Separatist leadership. Unfortunately, you were caught. You expected to find clones. Instead, well, maybe they were clones. One had goggles and was already comm’ing the rest of the team. You could have sworn the other was glaring at you from beneath his customized helmet. His cybernetic legs and scomp arm got your attention. If he was a clone, he’d been through some things.

You moved just slightly, trying to find a way to escape.

“Nope,” came the clone’s reply, seemingly reading every micron of body language.

“Hunter, Wrecker, and Crosshair will meet us at the rendezvous point,” informed the goggled soldier. He then looked at you. “We’ll take the datastick now.”

You looked at him indignantly.

“I’ve worked too hard to sneak around and find this just to give this over to you,” you replied with a scowl on your face. You would normally be frightened, but their demeanor brought out a rebellious side of you.

“Fine,” they replied in unison. Both men walked toward you and you weren’t sure what was happening. You turned to run, but they were on your tail, each one taking one of your arms and walking off with you. They brought you to a familiar clearing. You assumed this was the rendezvous point. If you were to pick one, you would have picked here too.

The soldier with the scomp arm took off his helmet while the other still held your arm firmly. So, he was a clone. He’d clearly been through some things, but you knew those facial features from the battalion that had attacked your planet. At least, you were told they attacked and unprovoked at that, but you were starting to question who to believe as the war raged on. You expected to be killed on the spot if the Republic caught you with that datastick, but these two hadn’t shot you.

“Look,” he said with a deep frown, holding his helmet under his robotic arm, “We don’t want to hurt you. We know you’re desperate for information just as much as we are, but give us the datastick and we’ll let you go.”

You tugged against the goggled clone’s grip. He was surprisingly strong. Desperation leaped up your throat and stopped you from saying anything.

“We don’t want to search you,” the pale clone warned, taking a step closer to you as you still tried to escape.

You stopped and felt a rage. How dare he. How dare both of they. You were trying to survive and just needed this to ensure your own safety. Maybe it wouldn’t, but you were trying your best to make it through one day at a time. No one was there for you and you felt them trying to take your safety line. You knew the leadership would pay for anyone coming forward with information.

“I can’t give this to you,” you spat out. “Then I’ll have nothing!”

Both men felt a strong duty to retrieve what they were here to collect. With the city on fire, you held the only copy of key information. Echo put two and two together. He stared at you, both mad and upset. Why couldn’t this woman just hand over the karking information? He kept his gaze on you while Hunter landed the Marauder behind him. You hoped you wouldn’t be taken. Instead, he walked on to the ship, grabbed a box of ration bars, and handed them to you.

“How much is this worth to you?” he asked. The ration bars were really all they had and he decided to play along in the hopes you could all go your separate ways. You looked at him, stunned. You could make those bars last a long time.

A tall gray-haired man and a very large man poked their heads outside the ship. The large one interrupted.

“Uh, Echo? Those were for later.”

“Apologies, Wrecker,” replied the goggled soldier. “It would seem we are negotiating.”

So it had come to this. How much food could they give you to make up for what you wouldn’t have as a result of not selling the data yourself? You swallowed and dared to make eye contact with both the man holding your arm and the one staring you down. With your one free hand you pulled back your poncho, reached into your pouch and pulled out the datastick. You made the exchange quickly and with that you were let go.

You felt shame as you watched them fly away. The war had brought you so low, and you felt incredibly guilty for giving up data that could help the Separatists. This was a cause you believed in, or rather, one you had believed in at one point. Now it just seemed like it was all you could do to get through each day. You stared at the packets of ration bars in your hands. You hadn’t had so much food in such a long time. You looked behind you at the smoke coming up behind the trees several kilometers away. Everything was burning. Everything was gone. Instead of going back, you started walking forward. Frustration bubbled in your stomach until you sobbed it out.

Echo sat in the co-pilot’s seat on the Marauder. He and Tech shared a look. That wasn’t how either of you thought a data extraction mission was going to go, but here you were. It wasn’t long before Tech started analyzing the data as the squad flew through hyperspace. Tech sent the information to Cody and within an hour Clone Force 99 was debriefed on the next mission. Echo forced himself to focus, but while trying to sleep that night he could only think about you. How could you continue to hold that datastick and not just give it over? Didn’t you realize you were lucky they’d been sent to find you and you weren’t just shot in the firefight that had taken place? Why were you trying to help a cause that had sent him spiraling through so much pain? That had taken all of his former squad? How could you continue to fight when you were so clearly conflicted? He didn’t want to admit it, but when he looked at you, he simply saw an extension of what the war had done to him and to everyone else. It left you fighting for scraps any way you could and he hated it.

When the war finally came to an end, you were on Ord Mantell. You’d left Separatist territory not long after the encounter with the unique clone squad. Your jaw nearly hit the ground when you first saw them - or rather, most of them - wandering around and entering Cid’s. There was no mistaking it. You tried to avoid them, but the one in the goggles recognized you immediately. Instead of saying anything, he simply nodded and continued walking with his squad.

“Was that who I think it was?” Echo asked.

“The lady with the datastick who got our ration bars,” Wrecker answered, still mourning the loss of his food.

Echo ground his teeth, but he wasn’t sure why. He took in a deep breath and spun on his heel. You felt cornered, but this time instead of being carried away speechless, you held your ground.

“What?” you demanded.

“You’re her.”

“The person who was trying to survive?” you replied. “Oh wait, there are millions of us.”

Echo bit his lip. He wasn’t sure what he was going to say or why he approached you exactly. He growled and turned around again, marching off to join the others. You huffed as you watched him walk away.

As time went on, you couldn’t help but continue to run into the group. You accompanied Omega and Wrecker back to Cid’s on more than one occasion. They took the time to get to know you. Tech and Hunter observed from a distance, but both were pleasant. Echo still had a distrust of Separatists, but he couldn’t ignore how his feelings were changing. This was especially true on the evenings Omega challenged you to dejarik. You knew you’d lose, but you had fun with her. She was easy to talk to and you let your guard down. Her four brothers sitting at the bar enjoying a drink didn’t escape your notice. They kept a close eye on her, but you could read people and knew it was safe to open up.

Omega asked about the war, who you’d been before, and what brought you here. She was, of course, curious as to why her brothers recognized you. Echo wouldn’t say much and Tech gave a matter-of-fact answer. Wrecker and Hunter didn’t quite know the details. After Omega asked how you knew them when they’d neve been to Ord Mantell before that day your paths crossed a second time. You glanced at Echo who was leaning against the bar and watching you closely. You grimaced a little, but explained to Omega what happened with the datastick, how you obtained it, and how you were looking for safety. You would have done just about anything for food and shelter. Your home was on fire, your family gone, it seemed like you had no future and you knew that datastick was at least worth something. As you spoke, Echo felt his heart sink. You’d been a hiccup on a mission to him and he had zero patience that day, but your whole world had changed.

Since then, he was more relaxed every time your paths crossed, now waving when he saw you. He even held the door for you one day and referred to you as “ma’am.” Seeing the protective side of him made you feel warm. You wanted to be annoyed because of your history, but it wasn’t long before you gave in and admitted to yourself that you liked him. One of the turning points was the day he helped Omega learn to fire her bow. He was such a good teacher and wonderful big brother. He was always trying to do the right thing.

Small glances became brief conversations and those morphed into discussions and even some inside jokes. One night you glanced at the chrono after a longer conversation. Echo knew that meant you were about to head out.

“Let me walk you home,” he said before he could stop the words. He swallowed and his heart seemingly skipped a beat.

Your stomach fluttered as you answered, “Okay.”

Echo cleared his throat and escorted you out. You walked silently until Echo cleared his throat again and spoke.

“I never apologized for the way we met, for how gruff I was.” He continued walking but glanced at you.

“It’s okay,” you replied. “Times were different.”

“I know,” he said, “but still, I’m sorry.”

“We’re on the same side now and you’ve certainly changed my mind about you.”

You couldn’t help but smile to yourself as you noticed his sheepish look. You turned a corner and were at the door to your small home.

Echo couldn’t quite make eye contact, but then said, “I’ve become fond of you.”

“I could say the same,” you admitted. “Even more, actually. Would you like to come in?”

He nodded and you both stepped inside. Echo held his helmet under his arm and looked around. You watched him and moved closer. You reached up to cup his cheek, causing him to close his eyes and lean into your touch.

“How fond would you say you are of me?” you asked, almost teasingly.

“Very, very fond,” he answered. He opened his eyes and his expression softened.

“Stay with me tonight,” you whispered.

He nodded and leaned in to kiss you. Your lips met his, starting with the softest touch. You found yourselves kissing as you wandered to the bedroom. Echo felt like he was so out of practice, but that wasn’t going to stop him. He let you lead and took off his armor as you took off your own clothes and tossed them in a pile next to the bed. You got under the covers, but Echo stood next to the bed.

“We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to,” you said.

“It’s not that,” he replied. “You’re so beautiful.”

You smiled warmly at him and he took off his under armor. You pulled the blankets aside for him to join you. He let out a shaky breath as he felt your legs intertwine with his own. You were so warm and he didn’t want to make you cold because of all the metal. You didn’t seem bothered at all, instead focused on taking his hand in yours and kissing each fingertip. You kissed his lips and his hand traced patterns over your back. He tried getting comfortable on the pillow but ended up taking off the piece around his head.

“I didn’t know you could do that,” you said.

“I can from time to time. It seems more comfortable off right now.”

He melted into your touch as you cupped his cheek again. You took your time together, checking in along the way. He laid back and your hand traced his sides before momentarily resting on his hip. You didn’t just caress his thighs as you kissed him, but you continued to his metal knees before running your fingertips back up along his legs and coming to rest on his hip again. You loved all of him just as he was. Eventually you came to settle between his legs and asked if he’d like you to go further. He nodded and inhaled sharply at the sensation of your lips around his cock. You swirled your tongue around his tip and rhythmically bobbed your head. While you gave attention with your mouth, you gazed directly into his eyes. He reached for your hand and held it. He felt heat throughout his body and stopped you before he got too close. He pulled you up toward him and kissed you tenderly.

“May I?” he asked.

You laid back and he got comfortable above you. His hot breath over your breasts caused your nipples to pebble and an almost wicked grin grew on his face. He kissed his way down to your soft thighs and hooked your knees over his shoulders. One arm rested along your stomach while his fingers gently opened your wet folds. He let out a low hum at the sight before licking your clit.

“Like this?” he asked, flicking it with the tip of his tongue, “Or like that?” he asked before sucking gently.

He could tell your favorite by the sounds you made. His fingers weren’t idle either. He gently pressed them inside you and found a rhythm between his hand and mouth. You involuntarily arched your hips in an effort to feel more. Echo flattened his tongue and shook his head from side to side, sending you over the edge. You felt like you could barely breathe as you came and he didn’t stop until you were satisfied.

He laid back on the bed and you didn’t waste any time. You straddled his hips while he licked the corner of his mouth and grinned at you.

“I want you, Echo.”

“Then have me.”

You sank onto his cock and started to ride him. He reached up to run his hand over your breasts and his eyes locked on yours. You started moaning, but could still hear him softly say “so pretty.” He tried to hang on for you to finish again. He stopped you momentarily so he could sit up and angle his hips to rub your clit just right. He held you while you rode him and rested your forehead to his. You gasped as you came again, waves of pleasure reverberating through your body. He came with you with a muffled “oh kriff.” You held him to your chest. By now you were both catching your breath and your tired limbs wrapped around him with you just sitting in his lap. After several moments you moved off him and held out your hand. You cleaned each other up in the shower and Echo had to admit that he could get used to this. He joked he meant the soft towels, but you both knew there was more to it.

Just as you were getting something hot to drink, his comm went off.

“Echo? Where are you?” It was Hunter.

Echo responded, “I’m fine. I’ll see you before we head out tomorrow.”

You stood in the bedroom doorway holding two mugs and bit your lip in uncertainty.

“I told you I’d stay,” he said.

“I understand if you need to go,” you replied.

“We’re not leaving until tomorrow and I want to stay.”

You got into bed together and sipped your drinks. You both laid down and got comfortable again. Echo put an arm around you and kissed your forehead.

“This wasn’t just a one time thing for us, I hope,” he said.

“I would be sad if it were,” you replied. You kissed his cheek and put an arm around his waist.

“Then you’ll be the first one I look for when we’re back from our next mission,” he said.

“And you better come back,” you added.

“I will. I promise.”

You kissed his neck and he left another kiss on your temple. It wasn’t long before you both drifted off to sleep.

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Turning a Corner (TBB Echo x Fem Separatist Reader)

Word Count: 3024

Warnings: NSFW, fingering, oral sex (both receiving), unprotected PiV sex, aftercare, minors DNI

You moved just slightly, trying to find a way to escape.

“Nope,” came the clone’s reply, seemingly reading every micron of body language.

“Hunter, Wrecker, and Crosshair will meet us at the rendezvous point,” informed the goggled soldier. He then looked at you. “We’ll take the datastick now.”

You looked at him indignantly.

You tugged against the goggled clone’s grip. He was surprisingly strong. Desperation leaped up your throat and stopped you from saying anything.

“We don’t want to search you,” the pale clone warned, taking a step closer to you as you still tried to escape.

“I can’t give this to you,” you spat out. “Then I’ll have nothing!”

A tall gray-haired man and a very large man poked their heads outside the ship. The large one interrupted.

“Uh, Echo? Those were for later.”

“Apologies, Wrecker,” replied the goggled soldier. “It would seem we are negotiating.”

“Was that who I think it was?” Echo asked.

“The lady with the datastick who got our ration bars,” Wrecker answered, still mourning the loss of his food.

Echo ground his teeth, but he wasn’t sure why. He took in a deep breath and spun on his heel. You felt cornered, but this time instead of being carried away speechless, you held your ground.

“What?” you demanded.

“You’re her.”

“The person who was trying to survive?” you replied. “Oh wait, there are millions of us.”

“Let me walk you home,” he said before he could stop the words. He swallowed and his heart seemingly skipped a beat.

Your stomach fluttered as you answered, “Okay.”

Echo cleared his throat and escorted you out. You walked silently until Echo cleared his throat again and spoke.

“I never apologized for the way we met, for how gruff I was.” He continued walking but glanced at you.

“It’s okay,” you replied. “Times were different.”

“I know,” he said, “but still, I’m sorry.”

“We’re on the same side now and you’ve certainly changed my mind about you.”

You couldn’t help but smile to yourself as you noticed his sheepish look. You turned a corner and were at the door to your small home.

Echo couldn’t quite make eye contact, but then said, “I’ve become fond of you.”

“I could say the same,” you admitted. “Even more, actually. Would you like to come in?”

“How fond would you say you are of me?” you asked, almost teasingly.

“Very, very fond,” he answered. He opened his eyes and his expression softened.

“Stay with me tonight,” you whispered.

“We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to,” you said.

“It’s not that,” he replied. “You’re so beautiful.”

“I didn’t know you could do that,” you said.

“I can from time to time. It seems more comfortable off right now.”

“May I?” he asked.

“Like this?” he asked, flicking it with the tip of his tongue, “Or like that?” he asked before sucking gently.

He laid back on the bed and you didn’t waste any time. You straddled his hips while he licked the corner of his mouth and grinned at you.

“I want you, Echo.”

“Then have me.”

Just as you were getting something hot to drink, his comm went off.

“Echo? Where are you?” It was Hunter.

Echo responded, “I’m fine. I’ll see you before we head out tomorrow.”

You stood in the bedroom doorway holding two mugs and bit your lip in uncertainty.

“I told you I’d stay,” he said.

“I understand if you need to go,” you replied.

“We’re not leaving until tomorrow and I want to stay.”

You got into bed together and sipped your drinks. You both laid down and got comfortable again. Echo put an arm around you and kissed your forehead.

“This wasn’t just a one time thing for us, I hope,” he said.

“I would be sad if it were,” you replied. You kissed his cheek and put an arm around his waist.

“Then you’ll be the first one I look for when we’re back from our next mission,” he said.

“And you better come back,” you added.

“I will. I promise.”

You kissed his neck and he left another kiss on your temple. It wasn’t long before you both drifted off to sleep.

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