#and when he was talking about how he sees his cybernetic body HIS body so he wouldn't want a new one. but he doesn't own his own body

[zincbot]

thinking about gunnie.

leaving his successful academic life to chase a dream, and failing. for perhaps the first time in his life. and suddenly he's under more debt than can be paid off in 5 lifetimes. his body is completely changed, and he's abandoned.

instead of going home, gunnie keeps going. he spends years learning how to work through failure, how to run, how to cobble together tacyon drive equations on a crumbling ship. nights spent doing kids homework for pennies, laying on his cot, metal heated by the too-close reactor.

and he never calls home. he was a golden child. a savant, wunderkind. and his body, his debts, all of it stacks in irrefutable evidence for his failures.

gunnie is a gambler. and he would rather keep digging then let anyone see him in the hole.

#dimension 20 #starstruck odyssey #sorry i just got to the part where they're talking to his old teacher and he admits he hasn't spoken to his parents or any old friends #since becoming a spacer #and just before when the possibility of his dwbt forgiveness came up and the crew offered their unconditional support #and also the thing with skip trying to be a father figure is so funny but also i Think gunnie misses his dads man. #also he never even told them he was going to space #jesus christ gunnie GUNNIE #but i understand like. the thing that happens when you fuck up and you're the only one affected by it #the urge to just. hide it. not tell anyone. run away and pretend like you didn't fail so horribly #it's rough #and gunnie always pretends everything is fine but like. him laughing as he mentioned he'd have to go into cryo for 400 years or so #to have enough time to pay off his debts #and when he was talking about how he sees his cybernetic body HIS body so he wouldn't want a new one. but he doesn't own his own body #it's so fucking devastating. gunnie's fun he'll be absolutely hilarious and then while still being light and jovial he'll just #say something so devastating #as always i love lou wilson's characters man he's got it

[nahoney22]

Hey :) I Hope this isn’t too late but I have a fic proposal.

Clones should have a lot of scars and propbably some insecurities, considering that to most people they meet they are ‚just clones‘. I was thinking about a female reader worshipping either Hunter’s or Wolffes/Echoes (I love my grumpy men) body. I think it is a cute idea to make them feel appreciated and loved. It can be NSFW or SFW, whatever mood you’re in.

I also have seen the prompts „i'm not scared of anything except losing you“ and  „ I am truly and unconditionally in love with you“ . They don’t have to be included tho

Congrats on 4k followers! You deserve it so much Honey

Byee

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Wolffe X F!Reader

SFW

word count: 937 words

prompts:

“I’m not scared of anything except losing you.”

“I am truly and unconditionally in love with you.”

warnings: Angst and fluff, cuddling, talks of war and scars, light angst, female reader, established relationship, comfort, shirtless Wolffe, Spoilers for the latest episodes (6&7).

authors note: well seeing as we saw Wolffe so recently it’s only fair I pick this request. Sorry for the wait and hope you enjoy anon 🤍

You awaken to the subtle shift of your bed dipping, drawing you from the haze of dreams. A gentle breeze hints at an open balcony, likely your Commander's doing.

You shift, eyes flicking to the chrono on your bedside table that reads the early hours of the morning before rolling onto you right, facing him.

He’s silent, usual. Shirtless, also a common sight, yet his shoulders bear an unusual weight. "Darling," your voice rasps with sleep, "is everything alright?"

He remains silent, a restless energy vibrating through him as his knee bounces with an unspoken tension. As your hand finds its place on the center of his bare back, a calming touch, his movements still, tension melting away.

"I saw Rex today," he finally speaks, the words carrying a weight you hadn't anticipated.

Your eyes widen, and you sit up abruptly. "Rex? I thought he died in a crash!" The unexpected revelation catches you off guard.

When things took a turn for a worse, you were discarded by this new ‘Empire’ yet Wolffe remained. Your relationship was a secret of course and things had been hard for the both of you. You didn’t agree with these new terms and what Wolffe was doing yet he felt obliged to do his duty. To be a good soldier.

Yet, at nights like this where he would sneak into your home when he should be in his own barracks, you always felt the heavy burden of whatever it was weighing on him.

"So did I... but there he was," he sighs, moonlight casting an ethereal glow on his cybernetic eye and scar. "A deserter, harboring a target the Empire seeks."

Your heartbeat quickens, anxiety gripping your thoughts. "You didn't harm him, did you?"

"No," he responds, a low rumble. "I let him go."

In a hushed tone, you respond, "Oh, well that’s a relief,” as you shift onto your knees directly behind him, offering a supportive presence.

Anticipating a bitter retort, you're surprised when he merely sighs, his head bowing as he falls into a contemplative silence.

Observing his stillness, your eyes trace a new wound on his back, joining the collection of scars. "How did this happen?" you inquire softly, your finger gently tracing the red mark destined to become another scar over time.

"Who knows? Falling from a cliff, getting shot by a civilian, crushed by rocks," he grumbles dismissively.

Moving closer, you delicately wrap your arms around his front, resting your cheek against his back. "Are you in pain?" you inquire, concern lacing your words.

He shakes his head, his hands finding yours to convey appreciation for the comfort. Though not one to seek coddling, the weight of the day has left him in need of solace. "No."

In a moment of necessary silence, a sudden wave of insecurity overtakes him. "Does it uh... look bad?" he hesitates, seeking reassurance.

"The wound?" you clarify.

He nods.

"No."

"Are you lying to me?"

"Wolffe," you interject firmly, gently squeezing his hands, "you know I wouldn't lie to you. We've discussed this. I promise it doesn't look bad."

His jaw tightens, a brief struggle visible on his face, but then he relaxes, allowing your words to penetrate. The scar on his face, a constant reminder, had often made him feel exposed and unattractive. Yet, your consistent reassurances that you saw him differently provided a balm for his insecurities.

“Each scar tells a story, a battle won,” you whisper, kissing his new wound as well as the small scars that littered the rest of his back and what you could see, “a battle lost…” He closes his eyes, knowing what scar you were referring to but allows you to continue. “You’re handsome. Nothing will ever change that or how I love you.”

He bites on the inside of his cheek, his face warming up by the softness of your lips against his skin in the moonlight and your sweet words that had him hooked from the start.

"Are you scared?" you suddenly inquire, and he turns his head, prompting you to move back while still maintaining the embrace. "That they'll find out you let the target get away?"

"I'm not scared of anything," he asserts with stern resolve, but a softness overtakes his expression. "Except losing you."

You offer a soft smile, leaning in to press your lips to his cheek. "Sweet, but I'm serious. Are you not concerned?"

His brow furrows, a hint of reluctance coloring his response. "I won't lie and say I'm not apprehensive. Kark, it wouldn't surprise me if they're already looking for me to reprimand. Or worse."

A twist of unease settles in your stomach, his words weighing heavily on your mind. Tears glisten in your eyes, and he realises his misstep. Without hesitation, he shifts to fully face you, reclining on the bed with his back against the headboard, pulling you close to his chest. "Let's not dwell on that. I'm sorry for waking you."

You roll your eyes at his attempt to deflect the gravity of the situation, but decide to take comfort in his presence for now.

As the soft sound of your snores fills the room, he finds solace in your embrace. He strokes your hair tenderly, a soft smile gracing his lips as he watches you succumb to sleep. "Beautiful girl," he murmurs, a sentiment he wouldn't express while you're awake, not one for overt displays of affection.

Before slipping away into the night, he leans down to press a gentle kiss to your forehead, his voice barely above a whisper. "I am truly and unconditionally in love with you."

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[yanderes-galore]

Okay, okay. Request are supposed to be open ! How about more of the Fluffy AU romantic with funtime Foxy? Since I read about funtime Freddy it made me think about them for a few moments . . .

If I was wrong about the request I apologize 😭

About time I did this, huh? I just kept the pairing general like usual but I did lean it a bit more into a romantic light for you. Funtime Foxy is referred to as a male fox in this (He/Him). Weird formatting because Tumblr did not enjoy the length.

Yandere! Fluffy AU! Funtime Foxy Concept

Pairing: Romantic/Platonic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Gore/Graphic descriptions, Stalking, Clingy behavior, Fear of neglect, Implied monster/human at times, Kidnapping, Forced companionship, Slight violence, Ambiguous ending, Disturbing themes.

First things first, for this version of Funtime Foxy I want to incorporate both variations of his personality.

What I mean by this is his more boisterous ringleader/narcissistic personality in UCN along with the more quiet hunter personality in Sister Location.

I feel Fluffy AU Funtime Foxy would have a combination of these two.

Another thing is this Foxy has no relation to Toy Foxy 1.0 (Mangle) or 2.0 (Just usually called Toy Foxy).

He's in an entirely different set.

Next I feel I should try to at least describe him to you all so you have a description to go off of for reading or drawing.

Like Funtime Freddy, Funtime Foxy has seams all over his body.

Look at the model Funtime Foxy has, every line where a component can open is a seam.

Similar to the bear, certain seams can open to reveal the flesh underneath.

With Foxy it's primarily the seams in the face region, so imagine his jumpscare but the endoskeleton is... well... a skeleton.

In terms of the speaker on him, I never mentioned this on Funtime Freddy as I think I opted to ignore it, but what if these speakers weren't speakers in the AU?

As the funtime line is a failed set of experiments, perhaps these are cybernetic hearts or something like that?

Maybe just Foxy has it in this AU or Freddy does too, either way that is one way to think of it.

You could also just pretend it doesn't exist.

Due to being part of a failed line, Funtime Foxy is kept in the lower levels of the facility.

He has his own cell away from his more volatile bear friend.

Like most Fluffy AU concepts, you are a caretaker/scientist for Foxy.

You are meant to monitor his behavior and continue experimentation on the fox despite him not being a "success".

Failures can still be studied, as Afton says.

Something you note about the white and pink fox is his different... moods?

Most of the time the fox prefers the dark.

Many scientists report the fox sitting alone in the dark of his cell, yellow eyes glaring at anyone who goes by through the reinforced glass window.

Although, I feel the more attention seeking personality appears when you're around.

Most experiments end up attached to their caretaker in some way.

When you turn on the lights and see the foxy uncurl himself, he perks up.

You swear you see his skin quiver as he jumps up to greet you.

The beast has obviously red seams contrasting against his white fur, a hint there's something darker underneath.

When you're around to monitor the fox, he makes an effort to perform.

He was always meant to be a performer.

He shows off that behavior towards those he likes and trusts.

When it comes to this facility, it's often just you.

You often catch his tail sway excitedly as he talks to you.

When with you he's strangely full of himself, telling you he's been waiting to see you again to show you a new performance.

In terms of what these performances are they can be something as simple as attempts to perform agile circus acts.

Or something more devious like an attempt to court you.

Such attempts don't really flatter you, in fact they creep you out.

Foxy may also be playful in nature with you.

Despite not being related to the Toy Foxy attempts, there is one thing they share in common other than appearance. (Mostly with Mangle).

All of them have a thing for their appearance.

This Foxy thinks he's hot stuff and perfect for you, despite the obvious differences between you.

Like most failed experiments you don't get in the cell with Foxy.

Considering how he acts towards you, it probably would not be the safest option anyways.

When Foxy looks towards his caretaker, he feels a connection with you.

He wonders if this is what humans call love and care?

Maybe this connection settles down to a platonic sense of obsession as he is cared for by you?

Or maybe it really does rank up to a strange feeling of romance that he doesn't quite understand.

Things of course don't get bad until the facility crumbles after the Golden Freddy incident.

All experiments end up being released, all lower level failures end up flooding to the upper floors.

Foxy's quiet hunting personality returns once he his free.

Hidden by sirens and circling red lights along with dark spots with broken lights, Foxy keeps hidden.

He isn't interested in meeting up with Freddy for sadistic carnage against those who created him.

Not right now at least, all Foxy cares about is hunting one thing.

You.

Foxy would be hard to spot as the facility fails.

He's pretty good at stealth and may even craw through any small spot to find you.

Once he finds you, it's an eerie sight.

In the red light of alarms you catch sight of the failed beast.

In excitement of you and the hunt, the seams on his face split open.

Like some demented Demogorgon from Stranger Things, the face splits open to reveal a fox-like skull.

You scream and it only seems to set the beast off.

The moment Foxy pounces on you, you can feel his claws excitedly dig into you.

He's finally found you!

His perfect human, all for him to take!

As a result... you're dragged away, deep into the underground of the facility.

Maybe he'll try to escape the lock down of the facility when things calm down.

Right now, he feels his priority is to keep you from the others.

It's about time he shows you the affection he holds for you anyways, isn't it?

#yandere five nights at freddy's #yandere fnaf #yandere fnaf sister location #yandere funtime foxy #yandere fnaf fluffy au #yandere fluffy au funtime foxy

[freesia-writes]

From the prompt list

“the first initial kiss being a simple peck, then they immediately go back in for a stronger, more passionate one.”

With Echo??? First clone I thought of! Have fun :) can’t wait to read if you decide to write it!

I DID NOT EXPECT TO WRITE THIS MUCH, LOL. Echo pulled a Crosshair! ;) Sheesh.

Echo x GN!Reader Word Count: 3k!! Content: bar fight, first kiss, SW-universe cussing. ;)

You’d gotten quite used to seeing them in Cid’s parlor – a motley crew of bounty hunters or mercenaries or whatever they were. You probably should have known the specifics by now, but they didn’t like to talk about work. And you weren’t paid to talk, you were paid to deliver things without asking questions. So when you found yourself lingering more and more often, lost in conversation with one in particular, you began to wonder if he would be bad for business. Yet somehow, you didn’t care. 

Echo was a complete and total enigma – brave and cynical while also radiating warmth and integrity. You had so many questions that you held back, mostly because it wasn’t entirely polite to ask someone you just met why virtually half their body was cybernetic. So you stuck to the usual topics for a while: the local scene of Ord Mantell, the scum and villainy that was everywhere to be found, and random thoughts about the state of the galaxy. 

Before long, you were surprised to notice how much you looked forward to your courier assignments that brought you into his vicinity, and you found more and more excuses to have extra time there. Instead of lurking around the other hot spots of underworld business dealings to pick up additional jobs, you’d take him up on his offer for a game of darts or a mug of disgustingly cheap beer in a corner booth. It became difficult to deny the sinking feeling in your heart when you trotted down the stairs into Cid’s and the team was absent on a mission. 

But tonight, you were fortunate. The place was bustling – a whole new gang was in town, it seemed, and they were getting along well with the other less-than-respectable locals. The parlor was loud and lively, making it difficult to hear Echo over the incessant talking, scuffling, laughter, and shouting of all the patrons. His squad was enjoying a much-needed day off, scattered about the planet on their own pursuits of refreshment. Tech was working on the ship, Crosshair was seeking blissful solitude somewhere, and Hunter went with Wrecker and Omega on a Mantell Mix pursuit thinly disguised as a supply run. 

Echo had chosen to stay here, and you were trying not to read too much into it. But the conversation had been particularly open and honest tonight, and your head was buzzing with the excitement of connection and the general joviality of the bar. Your mouth hung open slightly as he finished his story, finally filling in all of the details of how he had come to be what and where he was. The last vestiges of pain was receding from his face after having recounted his entire horrid ordeal, and you couldn’t help but place a hand over his after he downed the rest of his drink and slapped the glass on the table. The sudden intimacy caught his attention, and his pale brown eyes were large as he regarded you beneath the bluish glow of the neon lights. 

“Sorry,” you said quickly, pulling your hand back. “I just… can’t believe it all. You’ve been through so much.” Your words fell out quickly as you tried to move past the potentially awkward moment, but Echo stared at the table, at his own hand where yours had rested just a moment ago. 

“Yeah,” he said absently, not meeting your gaze. “Not how I would have scripted it, that’s for sure.” He appeared to be deep in thought, sharp brows drawing together over his luminous eyes. When he finally did look up, he appeared to be brimming with something… a question, a realization… and he slowly opened his mouth to speak. 

CRASH!

A glass bottle shattered against the wall above the two of you, causing you to yelp and fling your arms over your head as liquid and pieces rained down. The table scraped loudly as Echo flew to his feet, hawkishly raking his eyes over the crowd. But there was no question where the disturbance had come from – a brawl had broken out across the room, and the shouting was growing louder as two entire groups immediately jumped into a conflict started by just two individuals. 

“Let’s get out of here,” you said urgently, pulling on his arm as you stood beside him. You knew when it was wise to make yourself scarce after having been caught in the crossfire more often than you’d like. These sorts of crowds were irrationally unpredictable and predictably irrational. Echo cast you a glance for a moment before turning back to the aggravated group, keeping his eye on them as they swung at each other and crashed into tables nearby. He seemed torn, giving you a quick nod but then muttering under his breath.

“They’re gonna tear the whole place up…”

Cid was nowhere to be seen, and other patrons were being dragged into the fight as it grew and grew. Tables were turning, glasses smashing, and it was all threatening to melt into utter chaos when suddenly a series of live blaster bolts exploded against the ceiling in rapid-fire succession. It was enough noise and light to catch everyone’s attention for a moment, allowing for a very temporary pause as Echo’s voice boomed across the room.

“Get out!” he shouted, standing on the seat next to you, blasters in hand. “Take this kriffing garbage somewhere else!” You were in shock, watching the various reactions across the faces before you. A good few of them took the opportunity to do just that, making their getaway before it escalated any further. But a few hard-headed beefcakes threw a couple more punches before advancing toward Echo. 

“Come on,” you said fearfully, pulling at his arm again as he stepped down beside you in a wide, prepared stance. 

“Yeah, listen to your tasty little friend,” the leader of the group teased, “Or we might have to teach both of you a lesson.” Echo bristled, head lowering slightly, and you could feel the rage emanating off of him. 

“Don’t,” you pleaded, feeling frantic.

“Can’t turn away now,” Echo responded without looking away from the few hooligans with smug grins on their faces, drawing closer with every step. Your heart was pounding in your chest, mouth completely dry at the thought of him getting hurt, even though you knew he put his life on the line on a regular basis. You began looking around for something, anything that might change the course of action. But then it all happened at once. 

Two of them leapt at Echo simultaneously, but his quick dodge left them running into each other. He rushed the third with his head down, plowing into his chest and smashing him into the wall behind. His head cracked against the stone loudly, and he sank to the floor unconscious. The others were back on their feet though, fists swinging in messy anger. Echo blocked one punch, landing a blow of his own and spinning the assailant to twist his arm up behind his back before squeezing the trigger on his blaster to hit the other one squarely in the chest with a bright blue stun ray. 

A squawk of pain escaped the first and he dropped his weight to the side, pulling Echo down with him as he freed his arm. He leapt up in a flash, aiming a kick that caught Echo in the ribs as he scrambled to his own feet. The sound was sickening, and the breathless grunt that left his lips made you feel his pain in your own stomach. But he moved impossibly fast, ducking another swing and landing a rapid one-two punch that had his opponent spinning. A quick lean followed by a powerful kick sent the other man crashing through another table where he landed in a crumpled heap on the ground, unmoving except for the occasional squirm. 

Echo was breathing hard, looking around quickly at any other potential attackers. But the rest of the crowd had either cleared out or was composed of the few remaining stragglers that were doing their best to maintain the semblance of normalcy as they drinked and chatted uneasily. He clutched a hand to his ribs, wincing with a scowl on his face, and you were by his side in an instant. 

“It’s fine,” he said automatically as you touched his shoulder, face radiating concern and affection that you just couldn’t hide anymore. You were relieved that he was alright, and as your pulse slowly returned to normal, you realized you were also completely in awe of his capability in a way that felt like more than just… awe… You were trying to find the words 

But you were interrupted by an angry-sounding tromping down the stairs from the street above, a sickening feeling rising in your stomach. As you saw a whole group of those same troublemakers from before, you realized who was associated with whom, and it was definitely time to go. You grabbed Echo’s arm, pulling him with surprising force toward Cid’s office. As he assessed the situation, you could see the indignation and anger on his face, but he ultimately allowed you to pull him away. When the office door whooshed shut behind you, you frantically tapped on the keypad to lock it from the inside. 

“I know you could take them all,” you began, turning around to face him. He was standing, but leaning on the edge of Cid’s desk, face grumpy as he rubbed a hand across his ribs. “But it’s not worth it. There’s an endless supply of idiocy like that around here – you’re going to put a target on your back.” 

“It’s just ridiculous that–” came his angry reply, but you stepped closer, cupping his cheek with a suddenness that surprised yourself. 

“I know,” you repeated, softly this time as his exhilarating proximity registered in your brain and body. “Sorry…” you admitted, casting about for words, “I just…” You faltered, trying to explain something you were only just now fully realizing for yourself. “Are your ribs broken?” 

The change of subject took his attention for a moment, and he felt the ridges and grooves with tentative fingers. He breathed in slowly, flinching when his lungs expanded to a certain point, and slowly let it out, raising his eyes to yours. “Maybe a little crack,” he said, the bitterness in his voice unfettered by the waves of pain. 

“You get into fights often?” you asked, lowering your hand from his cheek to rest on his shoulder. 

“Not if I don’t have to,” he answered, and you arched an eyebrow in response. “Alright, I know I didn’t have to say anything, but… it’s just not right…” His mutter trailed off as he shrugged, turning away in what might have been shame. You felt your heart swell in your chest at his sense of integrity, trying to find words to express it without completely giving away the depth of your feelings, but the beep of his comm interrupted your search.

Havoc 4, come in.  

He pulled it from his belt, lifting it to his mouth with an apologetic glance to you. “Go ahead.”

There appears to be a significant disturbance in the area of Cid’s parlor, according to the local surveillance network. What is your location?

“Yeah, there was a bar fight, Tech. It’s fine, it’s over now.”

That is not what I asked.

“I’m at Cid’s,” Echo snapped, rolling his eyes at the pert voice on the line. “I told you, it’s fine.”

The comm was silent for a moment, and you met Echo’s gaze with a small, compassionate smile. 

Understood. The ship is located in its usual docking bay, should anyone there require medical attention. 

A click and a beep signaled the disconnect, and the smirk on Echo’s face had you puzzled for a moment. 

“What?” you asked, unable to hold it back.

“‘S just karking annoying when he knows more than he should,” he grumbled, though his eyes were sparkling with amusement. He sighed, looking up at you as though he were fully realizing your softness, your lingering touches, and your blatant concern and admiration. He opened his mouth for a moment as though trying to decide what to say, then slowly closed it, regarding you evenly. You swallowed, suddenly wildly aware of every single muscle in your body, and tried to arrange your features into a neutral expression. 

“”What?” Now it was his turn to ask, a tiny smirk playing at the corner of his lips as he tilted his head at you. 

“What?” you echoed, eyes wide and innocent as you looked at him with the look of one accused. 

“What… uh… What are you… so concerned… about?” The smirk was fading into a slight insecurity of his own. You took a deep breath, cheeks flushed red as your heart continued to race. Something about the thrill of it all and the sudden vulnerability in this private room had you reeling, with long-restrained feelings brimming at the surface and threatening to spill over. 

“You,” you whispered, lowering your eyes and chewing on your thumb nail. “I care… about you.”

His own heart skipped a beat at your admission – something he had suspected, no – hoped for – yet felt entirely unworthy to believe. He rose to his feet, a cringe flashing across his face before he became still again, staring intently at your eyes. “You do?” he asked, voice husky and quiet now, disarmed entirely. 

His tone was soothing and inviting, and the thinly-veiled vulnerability was entirely irresistible. Buoyed by the adrenaline of the evening and the thrill of the situation before you, you took a step closer, lifting your other hand to rest on his chest. Leaning in slightly, you touched your forehead to his, smiling at his sharp inhale and the subsequent closing of his eyes that completely melted your heart. You were helplessly entranced, and you brushed your fingers along his jaw before resting them on the back of his shoulder as you pulled yourself close. 

Your lips met with a feather-light touch that sent sparks flying immediately. Your heart thrilled at the sensation, body exploding with euphoric tingles, and you pulled back quickly, keeping your foreheads together but remaining frozen in joyous disbelief otherwise. He let out a slow breath, as if soaking up every single second, then stepped back a few inches, opening his eyes to gaze at you in awe and disbelief and wonder and delight. 

“Sorry if that was… uh…” you began, but he shook his head immediately, curling his fingers gently under your chin and touching the pad of his thumb to your lips to silence the rest. 

“It wasn’t,” he said, eyes intent. “Unless… It was a mistake, or–”

“No no no,” you laughed, standing slightly straighter as he dropped his hand from your lips to your waist. “Why would it be a mistake?” He shrugged, casting his gaze off to the side with a sudden expression of sheepish disdain that you were wildly curious. Giving him a slight nudge, you pressed, “Echo?”

“I don’t know,” he grumbled, unwillingly meeting your eyes. “I just… didn’t think people saw me that way…” He fell silent, the magnitude of his words settling on your heart, heavy with compassion. You stepped back in, nestling yourself against his chest, and brushed your lips against his cheek as you whispered near his ear. 

“Let me show you how I see you.”

In an uncharacteristic burst of courage, you looped both arms around his neck, bringing your lips to his with ardent intentionality. He stiffened for a split second before relaxing into your embrace, sliding his own arm around your waist and digging the other into your hair at the base of your neck. You felt as though you could swoon as he held you so effortlessly, and you tilted your head as you moved your mouth against his, deepening the kiss with a whisper-soft sigh. You could hear his heart pounding in his chest as you rested a hand on it, feeling relieved that it matched your own frantic pulse rate. 

You kissed again and again, changing the angle, adding the tiny stroke of a tongue or the hungry tug of a lip. He seemed to grow before you, his presence expanding with an alluring mix of dumbfounded surprise that framed a strength, resolve, and passion that made your knees weak. His hands roved gently across your body, caressing you against him as his open--mouthed kisses grew messier. The sensation of his lips on yours, his taste filling your mind and sparkling with the sensation of his hands gliding along your skin… you had a fleeting concern that you may have died and gone to heaven. 

But the dreamy reverie was broken suddenly as he pulled back, breathing hard and sucking in air as though his life depended on it. He drew the back of one hand across his mouth, one last shuddering breath escaping before he settled into a quiet, blissful smile. 

“Didn’t think people saw you that way…” you scoffed in playful jest, shaking your head in utter disbelief. 

“Well, I’ve been somewhat convinced that it’s untrue,” he returned evenly, the suggestive smolder in his gaze sending a warmth blossoming between your legs. 

“Only somewhat?: you repeated with a grin. 

“Somewhat,” he answered, cupping your face and leaning in again.

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Pairings: Echo x afab!Jedi Reader

Words: 11,920 (it was meant to be shorter but as always, my hands slipped)

Warnings: Mutual Pining. Echo being extremly nervous and flustered around you. The classic "we need to kiss to avoid being seen" trope. Heated Make-Out Session(s). Love confessions. Some low self-esteem thoughts from Echo's perspective. Reader worshiping Echo. Biting. Slight Dirty Talk. Fingering. Penetrative, Unprotected Sex (wrap the shlong before you king kong my dudes). Creampie. Echo is less nervous by the end.

Prompt: "It reminded me of you."

Summary: Echo is well aware that he should break the kiss to see if the guards are still around, but he can’t get enough of you, and the sweet taste of your lips as you meet his devotion with similar passion. He shifts you in his arms until his thigh is planted perfectly against your heated core, and without thinking much of what he’s doing, he moves his cybernetic arm down your back, pushing you against him until you feel the pressure of his hard thigh in between your legs. You break the kiss and throw your head back, whimpering his name repeatedly until he silences you with a hard bite to your jugular.

A/N: @imarvelatthestars, sweetheart...surprise!!! Here you go, I hope you enjoy this as much as I did writing it. This is also my first time writing for Echo so I pray I did him justice. Comments and reblogs are always welcomed and appreciated. P.S. this is my second submission for the @cloneficgiftexchange and I do apologize for posting it late. I was very reluctant since he is a character I never thought I'd write for. Only one more to go though :D

As much as he hated to admit it, Echo was glad he was the one who came on the mission with you. It wasn’t that he didn’t trust his brothers with your life, far from it. It was merely anxiety-inducing to think of you and one of the Batch members in the current predicament. Then again, if it weren’t for the pitstop he took, a rather unnecessary one now that he thought about it, neither of you would have been running for your lives from the guards stationed near the market. He meant well, he really did, but looking back now, Echo knew that he was the reason your life is now in danger. 

And he didn’t like that one bit. 

He glances behind him briefly before looking ahead, seething with anger when he notices you slowing down to his pace. 

“Not to make light of our current problem, but I really do want to taste those weird looking fruits we saw back there when-”

“Not now!” Echo snaps harshly at you, ignoring the adorable pout you give him as he speeds ahead and turns into a much narrower alley. He knows he’s unjustly taking out his anger on you rather than owning up to his mistake, but he can’t even look at you for longer than a few seconds without his mind thinking of more intimate circumstances where you’re breathing heavily and groaning his name. He shakes his head to rid his mind of the consistent and rather irritating inappropriate thoughts of you, forcing his focus on the winding streets in front of him as he tries his best to lead you away from danger. 

When you reach the end of the alley, you find yourselves looking out into an awfully busy street, with many of the locals congregating around the entrance of a brightly-lit building. Echo scans the area, trying to figure out what the best plan is before the guards grow closer. He knows you won’t be able to get into any of the nearby places with how the two of you look, and he also knows you can’t go back where you came from. He turns to you and sees you looking behind you in preparation for the guards following you, and before he can think twice of what he’s doing, he grabs your hand and runs towards the busy establishment, murmuring apologies to anyone he bumps into as he makes it to the end of the line and hides behind a larger group.

He slams you more aggressively than he intends against the wall, completely shielding your body with his own so you wouldn’t get hurt should you be spotted. Echo looks down once and finds you staring into his eyes with quivering lips, and for a split second, he thinks you peer at his chapped lips before returning your gaze to his eyes. 

No, it can’t be. 

He turns away instantly, afraid of what he might do if you continue to look at him with such dangerous inclinations in your eyes. His mind is running a million miles a minute, and he doesn’t realize how hard his grip is on your waist until you shift beneath him and bring your hood up. So busy trying to figure out how he can extract the two of you from this situation, he doesn’t register the sudden fall of rain until the patrons around you laugh and scream as they try to cover themselves from the harsh weather. 

He blinks rapidly to get rid of the water collecting around his eyelashes, lightly banging his scomp on the wall beside you when he sees the guards filtering from the alley and surrounding the area. 

“Hunter, we’re surrounded. Where are you?” Echo hisses through his commlink, turning away from the guards so he isn’t recognized. He thanks the maker that the group beside him didn’t bother moving away, the cover they were giving the two of you the only reason why you haven’t been shot at yet. 

“Trying to come to you without drawing too much attention.” You hear Hunter give orders to Tech before he goes silent again, and when you try to look past Echo to see the guards, he moves with you and shields you from the open space. 

“Echo,” you try to warn him, but he shakes his head and pushes you further into the wall. This close, you can almost feel the beat of his heart, but you find that you don’t really need to feel it to know how nervous he is. You aren’t sure if he’s nervous for your safety, or from being so close to you, but you find it endearing regardless. It surprised you a little to see him so protective of you, seeing as he rarely ever spoke more than a few words to you at a time, and constantly went out of his way to avoid being in your vicinity for longer than necessary. 

“Quiet.” Again, Echo snaps at you, not wanting to be distracted by the sweet sound of your voice as you call his name or the heat radiating off of you as you slowly bring your arms around his waist. 

“There’s no way out…is there?” The soft question fills the small space between the two of you, and Echo is no longer strong enough to ignore how perfect you fit in his arms. He shifts his gaze to your eyes, and furrows his brows at you, slowly grazing his scomp across your cheek until he feels you nuzzle into the cold, hard end of the link. His breath hitches all of a sudden, unbelieving of how easily you sought out the steel material for safety. He can’t help but study you closely, finding himself feeling jealous of the water droplets adorning your skin. Unlike him, they were touching you so intimately, rolling down your cheeks and neck until they disappeared beneath the edge of your shirt. Echo is shivering, but he knows it has nothing to do with how soaked he is from the cold rain, and everything to do with the familiarity you were offering him in such a pivotal moment. 

“I’m not going to let anything happen to you, mesh’la.” Echo knows better than to offer you such a promise. You are an exceptional Jedi, one that he’s seen accomplish much in the past few months. It was quite pathetic to think that he could ever be better than you or that you needed him to keep you safe, but something about the way you smile at him, and how you wrap your arms around his waist to bring him closer, makes him say those words. He hopes you can see how genuine he is, and just as he’s about to apologize for putting you in this situation, he hears the guards move closer to the two of you. 

Turning his attention to the several, heavily armed men walking towards the busy line, Echo looks around to try and find a solution, only for his eyes to land on a couple making out not too far from you in line. He narrows his eyes at them before looking down at you, finding your gaze as unwavering as ever, and staring at him as if your life depends on it. 

“Kriff, I have an idea but-” He begins to say but you cut him off immediately, and Echo isn’t sure if he’s thankful or irritated that you didn’t give him a chance to finish his thought. 

“I don’t care.”

“Do you trust me?” He doesn’t even know how he can put his plan into words before he carries it out, but as he grows closer to you, he understands that there’s no time to explain anything. So instead, he waits for your response and prays to the maker that you don’t leave him if his idea works and the two of you survive. He doesn’t want to lose you, ever, and the thought of how you could potentially react when he finally closes the space between the two of you makes his heart skip a beat. 

“With my li-” As soon as you give him your consent, Echo wets his lips and crashes his chest into your own, pushing the hood back down your neck until he has complete access to your hair. He lets go of your waist and grabs the hair at the nape of your neck, squeezing it tightly to tilt your head to the side so he can deepen the kiss and block you from the guards’ line of sight. 

He hears you gasp into the touch as soon as you feel his lips on your own, and even though he wants to open his eyes to see your reaction, he doesn’t think he’ll be able to withstand your facial expression if it conveys an ounce of disgust. Echo doesn’t have to think too much on it though, because he feels you relax in his embrace, nearly toppling over into him from how hard you clutch his side and try to pull him close into you. He groans into your mouth, and his muscles shudder with need when he feels you slip your tongue past his lips and seek him. 

Echo is well aware that he should break the kiss to see if the guards are still around, but he can’t get enough of you, and the sweet taste of your lips as you meet his devotion with similar passion. He shifts you in his arms until his thigh is planted perfectly against your heated core, and without thinking much of what he’s doing, he moves his cybernetic arm down your back, pushing you against him until you feel the pressure of his hard thigh in between your legs. You break the kiss and throw your head back, whimpering his name repeatedly until he silences you with a hard bite to your jugular. 

The world seems to fade away then, leaving the two of you completely lost in each other. You bite into your lip to quiet down, roaming your hand up and down Echo’s side while the other reaches for his neck to bring him closer to you. He obliges instantly, sucking and kissing along your neck until he can taste the natural scent of your skin on his tongue mixing with the droplets of rain glistening across your heated flesh. Although he wants to push you away so you don’t feel the dents and wires running from his skull down to his spine, he can’t find it in himself to stop, not when he finally had you so willing and submissive in his arms. Echo wants more, more of your sounds, more of your little hiccups, more of your voice as it whispered and moaned his name while he pleasured you. 

But the moment ends abruptly when the group Echo hid behind begins to laugh and holler in an attempt to get the two of you to escalate your touches. When one of them tells Echo to save it for the club you’re both presumably in line for, he detaches from you and stares you down, watching you closely to see if you were uncomfortable by what just happened. He gets lost momentarily when he sees your eyes glazed over and shut, lips bruised from how harsh the kiss was and hands shivering violently as you fisted your fingers in his clothes. He gulps nervously and lets go of you, but he doesn’t dare move too far away, wanting to still cover you with his body should things take a turn for the worse.

Against every ounce of his being, Echo looks away from you and glances to the side, widening his eyes in shock when he finds no guards in the vicinity. He scans the entire street, and when he’s sure you’re no longer in any danger, he gulps nervously and turns back to you. If it weren’t for the rain coming down hard on the two of you and momentarily distracting him from your expression, Echo would have sworn you were gazing at him with lust-filled eyes. 

“They’re gone.” He breaks the silence, and slowly lets go of you, not bothering to apologize for the way he touched you as he steps away and removes his thigh from between your legs. You lose your balance for a moment but right yourself quickly and reluctantly let go of him. 

“Oh.” He hates the way you’re avoiding his eyes now, and he hopes it isn’t because you were offended by him. He studies you closely, looking at every twitch in your features and every small muscle movement to try and figure out why you were shrinking in front of him and stepping back into the wall. 

Maker. 

He fucked up. 

“Let’s go before they circle back,” there’s nothing else he can say to break the awkward silence that has fallen over the two of you. Echo clenches his jaw tightly, fisting his hand several times before heading back to the narrow alleys. 

“O-okay.” He hears you whisper not a moment later but ignores the disappointed tone of your voice, wanting to get to safety as quickly as possible before things escalate once more. 

“Echo, come in.” Hunter comms soon after, and Echo waits until you’re right behind him before he responds to the rest of the group. 

“Here. We’re at the rendezvous point. Where are you?” He asks while looking around for any potential danger, refusing to look towards you for the sake of not being distracted again. 

“You’re not going to like this but, we can’t come to you. At least not now.”

“What do you mean not now?” He doesn’t mean to hiss at his brother, but he does anyway, ignoring the puzzled expression he knew you were most likely giving him. He’s never once spoken to Hunter in such a way, and he didn’t want to make a habit of it, but all Echo can think of is your safety, and the longer the two of you stayed out, the more likely it was for you to get hurt. 

“He means, the statistical likelihood that we will not be spotted by the royal guards is awfully low. If we were to come now, we would be putting the two of you in more danger.” Tech cuts in, making Wrecker mumble something or other about statistical likelihoods never being in their favor. 

“Karking hells,” Echo swears, shaking his head in irritation as understanding washes over him. Had it not been for the chat he held with that lady in the market, you would have already been on the Marauder heading out. 

“I suggest you find a place to lay low. Once we figure something out, we’ll let you know.” Hunter responds a while later, and Echo takes a few deep breaths to calm himself and clear his mind of any unnecessary thoughts. 

“Echo, can you hear me?” The clone leader speaks again, this time with a firmer tone, making Echo frown instantly and finally look at you. He finds you avoiding his gaze just as much, and he feels sick to his stomach for being the reason behind such a resigned look. 

“Yes, yes. Loud and clear.”

Echo shakes his head and moves behind you, silently telling you to move ahead of him so he can keep an eye out and have your back. He thinks of the best plan of action to take now, but there isn’t a single option that doesn’t have plenty of risks for the both of you. He continues walking, hand on the blaster hanging from his side in case the guards return again. 

So busy studying the street, Echo doesn’t notice you stop until he bumps into you, nearly tripping over your body and crashing onto the ground. You steady him immediately, clearing your throat when he lets out a whispered swear as soon as you touch his arm. 

“Why did you stop?”

“There’s an inn I saw a couple of buildings back.” You avoid making eye contact with him, and Echo misses the playful glint he always saw in your eyes whenever he looked into them. He wants to raise your chin so he can take a better look at you, but he knows the last thing he should be doing right now is touching you so intimately again. 

“The risk is too high.” All things considered, it’s a pretty good option, better than anything he thought of thus far, but he doesn’t want to think of staying somewhere where he isn’t keeping an eye on you, or worse, remaining in the same room as you for a whole night.

“Well, I’d rather be somewhere where we’re less noticeable. Don’t you?” You gaze into his eyes briefly, and Echo nearly loses his train of thoughts when he sees how dilated your pupils still remain. He stares at you for longer than deemed appropriate, clearing his throat awkwardly when he notices you shifting your weight from one foot to the other.

“Uhh, yeah…you’re right. L-lead the way.” He motions for you to go in front of him, and as your shoulder grazes his arm when you move past him, Echo notices your frown deepen. He doesn’t know what comes over him, but all of a sudden, you’re turning around and staring at him with what he can only explain as a hopeful look. He parts his lips to try and explain himself, but he quickly recognizes that you’ve only stopped because he had reached out to you and grabbed your wrist. Looking down at where he’s touching your bare skin, Echo shakes his head and snaps himself out of his thoughts, letting go immediately and shifting his gaze to your eyes once again. 

“I- sorry…I’ll follow you.” He hates that he can barely string up a proper sentence in your presence now, but he thanks the maker when you merely nod at him and make your way down the street. 

Neither of you says anything as you walk underneath the darker parts of town, completely avoiding the other’s gaze as well as those walking past you. Echo wants to break the awkward silence, but he knows he will either have nothing to say or may actually make the situation worse and say something idiotic. He stays close behind you though, and senses a strange feeling take over him every time he looks up and sees you move your line of sight away from him, as if he’s caught you staring at him. 

Unbeknownst to him, you’re trying your best to keep your emotions in check, but every time you slow down and glance at him briefly, your mind worries all over again and you think over what happened not too long ago. It’s only when you notice Echo’s eyebrows furrow and twitch as he catches up with your pace that you realize you were unintentionally transferring your anxiety to him. 

You halt in your steps as understanding washes over you, and Echo is at your side in the blink of an eye, hand on your back as he attempts to check on you. 

“Is something wrong? Do you sense anything?” Gone is the shy, embarrassed clone trooper that has been avoiding your eyes for the past thirty minutes, and you look up at him with tear-filled eyes, nearly asking him why he was so uncomfortable with you now when he had his tongue down your throat, enthusiastically, a while ago. But you see the worry etched on his features, and you stop yourself before you say anything, afraid that the question might make matters worse and push him away further. 

“Sorry no, it’s- it’s nothing. I’m just tired.” You can tell Echo knows you’re lying when he looks you over and doesn’t notice any signs of fatigue on you. He swallows the lump in his throat and removes his hand from your back, taking two steps back and looking out the street to see where the two of you are. 

“We’re here anyway, let’s get inside before anyone spots us.” You point across the street, and don’t bother waiting for him to acknowledge your comment before you’re crossing the street. You hear Echo sigh tiredly behind you, and although you want to tell him that everything is going to be fine, you know that he’ll see right through the fake comforting words and say something snarky in return. 

Best to leave it then…

“Hello,” putting on the best smile you can muster up, you call out to the theelin sitting behind a round desk at the center of the lobby. 

“Rates are behind me. No negotiation. Full payment upfront. Take it or leave it.” He doesn’t bother looking up at you, continuing to scroll through the holopad in his hand as he taps his foot on the desk and lightly moves back and forth on his chair.

“Good evening to you too.” Echo murmurs beneath his breath, but the man catches his remark and finally looks up at the two of you. You clench your fists tightly when you see him narrow his eyes at Echo, and you hope to the maker that he doesn’t say anything offensive to him because you are in no mood to play nice with anyone. 

“Don’t get snippy with me.” Echo must notice your hand moving to your lightsaber because he quickly slips his fingers around your wrist and tugs on it until it’s back on your side again. Taking a deep breath, you remember the purpose of your presence in the establishment and decide to hold out your patience for just a little longer. 

“I’m sorry for my boyfriend here, it’s been a long day and I made him walk around for most of it. We’ll take a room for the night please?” You quickly slip your hands around Echo’s arm, nuzzling into his shoulder in a dramatic show of affection, hoping that the man in front of you was stupid enough to see past the discomfort the clone trooper beside you clearly still held for you, and actually believe your poorly-told lie. 

“That’s 100 credits, sweetheart.”

“100 credits? This place isn’t even-” Echo steps forward and nearly goes on a rant, but the theelin throws the holopad aside and stands up.

“Want to make it 200, metalhead?”

If it were possible for you to see red so easily, you think you would have been blinded by it now and took the man’s head off before he can take in another breath. But something about the way Echo winces next to you brings you back to yourself, and you let go of him, not bothering for hiding yourself as you step towards the man and gesture with your hand at him. 

“You will give us the room for free.”

“I- I will give you the room for free.” He repeats not a moment later, and you can vaguely feel Echo’s shock through the Force, but you say nothing of it now, not wanting to draw any more attention to yourself. 

“You will allow us to keep the room until we no longer need it.”

“I will allow you to keep the room until you no longer need it.” He repeats once more, and you smile to yourself when he doesn’t blink once as he follows your orders and checks his data pad for the available rooms. 

“Give us the most secluded room you have here.” You order one last time, looking at Echo to gauge his reaction. You thought you would find him somewhat angry with you at using the Force for something so trivial, but instead, you find him smiling and shaking his head while scouting the room to ensure that you’re alone. 

“Seventh floor to the right. The code is 99731.”

“Thank you, and if it’s all the same, we don’t wish to be disturbed.” You fake another smile at him and move towards the elevator, but not before breaking the cameras hanging all around the lobby and the top of the elevator. 

“You will not be disturbed.” He whispers back as he sits down again and returns to his holopad, making Echo chuckle to himself before motioning for you to enter the elevator first. 

“Asshole…” You hiss at him and watch as Echo moves to the entrance to see if anyone is following you. 

“Come on, before anyone shows up.” You call to Echo, not wanting to remain out in the open for longer than necessary. The silence is back at full-force when he enters the elevator, but you sense that Echo isn’t as uncomfortable in your presence as before, and you sigh in relief at moving past whatever awkwardness that took over ever since he kissed you. The elevator signals your arrival, and your hand moves to your weapon immediately. Echo sees your reaction and holds his hand out, silently telling you to remove your hand from your lightsaber. You meet his eyes and blink at him shyly before resting your hand at your side, forcing yourself to look as relaxed as possible so no one around will suspect you of anything. 

Echo is first to get out, turning to the right and heading towards the only door on the floor. He waits until you’re beside him before pushing in the code, and as the steel door slides open, he steps to the side to allow you to enter first before he walks in behind you. As soon as the two of you are in the safety of the room, Echo locks the door and pushes his scomp through the keypad beside the holopad on the wall to ensure that it can only be opened from inside. 

“Hmm, it’s genuinely better than I thought it would be.” He hears you comment from behind him and turns around to study the room, his heart instantly dropping at the site of the bed at the edge of the space. His eyes shift to the large windows nearby and although he wants to marvel at the view from the room, his mind immediately returns to the small issue staring back at him. 

Of course there would only be one bed. 

“Yeah, except for-” Echo points at the bed, looking up at you and waiting until you follow his line of sight before he says anything else. 

“Except for what?�� You ask as you take off your cloaks and fold them neatly before placing them on one of the chairs.

“That.”

“Ah, not keen on sharing a bed with me Echo?” You raise a curious eyebrow at him, unbuckling the belt around your waist, along with the lightsaber, and placing them on top of your robes. Echo watches you like a loth-wolf, eyeing your body for any signs of discomfort and finding it rather confusing that you were actually comfortable around him now. You were going to be alone with him for the next rotation, perhaps even more, and there was only one bed in the room, making this a much more intimate situation than he thought ever possible. 

“No, I mean yes…it’s n-not that I don’t want to, it’s just…I can’t.”

“Can’t or won’t?” You cross your arms, and Echo’s eyes shift to your heaving chest for a brief second before they return above your neckline immediately. He clears his throat once and clenches his fist tightly, pushing the socket of his other arm behind his back in an attempt to show you how much he really didn’t want to answer your question. 

“Right.” You notice his shy demeanor almost instantly, not from the clear shift in his body language, but from the way his Force signature changes to a much deeper shade of green than it usually is as soon as you ask your question. You say nothing else as you dismiss the whole conversation and shake your hand at him, walking around the room until Echo can see that you’re clearly disregarding whatever just happened for his sake. He’s quiet for a long time, and it’s only when he comes out of the refresher that you realize he’s left you all alone for a while, hence the lack of any noise from where you thought he was standing. 

“Tech has our coordinates.” He breaks the silence and you see from your periphery that he was waiting for you to acknowledge that bit of information so he can go about whatever he was planning on doing for the near future. 

“Okay.” Echo doesn’t know what he expected you to say, but it certainly wasn’t something as short and straightforward as this response. He can’t take his eyes off of you, and he wonders why you weren’t trying to get out of your drenched clothes. 

Kriff, of course you weren’t going to strip down to nothing when you didn’t have a change of clothes. If there was another room, you would have been much more comfortable and warmer already. His mere presence was an inconvenience to you and Echo mentally slapped himself for, yet again, being such a nuisance. 

If he were being honest with himself, however, he didn’t mind your state of attire at the moment. In fact, he enjoyed it immensely, especially since he could see your muscles through the thin material of your Jedi robes. His train of thoughts snaps him out of his haze and he chides himself for being such a creeper when you were most likely cursing the day you signed up to go on this mission with him. 

He thinks you’re going to meditate, but when you stand at the windows and look across the city, Echo decides then and there that he’ll use this moment to apologize for the events of the day, and maybe explain to you why he was the reason behind your current predicament. 

“Listen, I uhh…I wanted to apologize about earlier.” He approaches you slowly, hoping that he gains his voice quickly so his apology doesn’t come off disingenuous. You don’t acknowledge him until he stands next to you, and even then, you continue to stare out the window, not bothering to spare him so much as a glance. 

“What about it?” The tone of your voice calms him a little, but he feels his nerves rise when he begins to explain himself and watches as you slowly turn towards him, eyes aimed to your fingers as they fiddle together anxiously. Hmm, perhaps he wasn’t the only nervous one here. 

“I shouldn’t have stopped at the market. I should’ve been more aware of the guards watching us. If it hadn’t been for the time I wasted, we would be with the rest of the group by now.” Echo knows he may not be making a lot of sense, but when he finally looks at you, he finds a rather puzzling expression on your features. He thought you’d be irritated with him, perhaps even angry for him being the reason behind the chase around the city. 

“What? Why are you staring at me like that?” He asks softly, not wanting to make it seem as if you didn’t have a right to look at him in such a manner. 

“Nothing, it’s just…well, I thought you were apologizing for the kiss. I’m surprised that…ugh, nevermind.” His breath hitches when he registers your response, and just when he thinks you’re going to part with valuable words, you stop and turn away from him, facing the rain as it comes down harshly on the windows and prevents you from seeing the lights more clearly. 

“I- I want to apologize for the kiss too. I should have given you a heads up before I…before we, you know.” Echo takes one step towards you and nearly reaches out to grab your arm, but he senses that you may not want him to come anywhere near you now and holds himself back. He wants you to say something, anything, to what he just said. But when you remain silent, he knows that nothing he’ll say will push you to speak with him. As twisted as it may be, Echo thinks that he’d rather have you yell at him for jeopardizing your life and the mission than the quietness befalling the two of you again. 

Shaking his head, Echo reaches around and takes out the soft silk he’s kept tucked safely in his bag for the better half of the night. 

“Here, I got t-this for you.” He turns the fabric over several times, letting it slide easily off of his cybernetic arm before holding it out to you. Echo thinks you will probably ignore him again, but to his shock, you face him almost instantly and look down at the soft silk intertwining in between his fingers. Looking into his eyes for a brief moment, you slowly reach for the scarf and take it from his hand, wrapping it several times around your fingers before letting it slide easily away from them and hang from where you’re pinching the material. 

“It’s why I stopped when we were scouting the market place. I saw it and…it reminded me of you. I thought it would look pretty on you, especially since it’s the color of your lightsaber and all.” Echo scratches the back of his neck nervously, the smile he throws your way filled with the kind of hope that makes his actions from earlier much clearer to your mind. You finger the material for a while, wondering how you could have been so oblivious to his demeanor towards you. There’s nothing you can do except raise the scarf to your face and rub it against your cheek, feeling the softness of the fabric and wondering if Echo’s touch would feel just as soothing to your heated skin. 

You look at him through heavy-lidded eyes and return the smile, waiting until his shoulders visibly relax before you throw the scarf aside and take a step towards him. 

“I have nothing to give you in return…” You whisper to Echo, eyeing him closely to gauge his reaction to the proximity between your bodies. 

“That’s okay, mesh’la. I didn’t do this for-” He begins to say but stops when he sees you growing even closer before resting both of your hands around his shoulders. He stops breathing and stares at you without blinking, praying to the maker that this wasn’t one of his dreams, and he was, in fact, feeling the touch of your skin on his yearning body. 

“Except perhaps…this.” It’s the only warning Echo receives before you stand on your tiptoes and nudge your nose against his own. He parts his lips to say something but you don’t give him a chance to so much as breathe, molding your lips with his own in a chaste kiss, one that reminds him of the first intimate touch he shared with you not a whole hour prior. He shuts his eyes, wanting to commit every little caress and moan to memory before you decide to pull away and leave him. 

But then you tilt your head to the side and deepen the kiss, and Echo knows then that he isn’t dreaming. No, this sensation felt too real. You were fisting your hands in his clothes, urging him to tower over you and return the kiss with as much fervor. 

Then he remembers what was just transpiring between the two of you and he breaks the gesture abruptly, pushing you away to try and ground himself before he looks into your eyes again. 

“Sweetheart, you don’t have to.” His voice is hoarse and he curses how easily affected he is by you. Expecting you to walk away from him, Echo looks down and pretends to focus on the ground so he doesn’t witness you leaving him. 

But he should have known that you’d never do what he expects you to. 

Without missing a beat, you throw your arms around his neck and bring your chest as flush to his own as possible, leaning into his space until your lips graze over his jaw and leave a trail of hot kisses down his neck to the little bit of his chest peeking through the damp clothes. 

“But Echo, I want to. I really really want to.” You break the silence and bite into your lips mischievously when you pull away and notice the way Echo is gazing upon you. He stares at your features for what feels like hours before he responds.  

“Yeah?” The question is completely unnecessary, at least that’s what you think, but you nod frantically to push aside any doubts the man in front of you is clearly having in response to your behavior. He slowly brings his arm around your waist and pushes on your lower back until there isn’t an inch in between the two of you. 

“Force only knows how much I’ve wanted you ever since I joined the group. I can’t stop thinking about you, and…when we kissed earlier, I thought the feelings were mutual.” It’s your turn to question his feelings, but Echo is quick to brush aside whatever spiraling thoughts your mind was giving itself away to, bringing his cybernetic arm to your chin and raising your head until he looks straight into your dilated orbs. 

“They are, oh sweetheart they are.” His exclamation hits you light a blaster shot, and you don’t blink once, wanting to look him in the eyes when you ask him the following question. 

“Then w-why did you apologize?”

“Because I thought I made you uncomfortable. I thought I forced myself on you…and I thought you’d never look at me again because of what I did. Cyare, I would do anything to keep you safe, to keep you near me.” The desperation overflowing from his aura seeps into his words, and you feel your heart skip a beat at the prospect of being someone so important to him. It was against your upbringing, your values, your beliefs. To rely on another so heavily and hold a similar effect on them. It was unthinkable. 

But here he was, laying down his soul for you to take without caring whether you could offer him anything in return. Little did he know, though, that you’d given yourself to him a long time ago. 

Letting go of him, you take a step back and slowly remove the remaining robes from around your shoulders, until you’re left in nothing but a thin shirt and pair of cargo pants. Echo watches you intently, unsure of what it is you’re doing until his eyes take in the way you unbutton your pants and let them drop to the ground. 

“What- what are you doing?” He’s nervous for a different reason now, and you smile at him to put his mind at ease, not wanting to overdo in case he isn’t ready to take such a monumental step with you. 

“You said you’d do anything to keep me near you.” You respond as if it was the most sensical action to take, and as you step out of your pants and play with the hem of your shirt, Echo can’t help but trail his eyes across your body, marveling to himself at the rippling muscles and scars adorning your skin. He’s dreamt of this moment so often that he lost count of how many times he woke up sweating and touching himself. But now that he is here, Echo understands that nothing, absolutely nothing, compares to you in front of him now. 

Breathtaking. 

“Yeah but you- you don’t have to…we don’t have to do anything.” It’s the opposite of what he wants to say, what he feels, but he doesn’t want you to think that he’s the type of man to take advantage of the circumstances and use you. Granted, he desperately wanted to give into the moment, but not at the cost of you thinking so negatively of him. 

“Echo, I want you to be with me.” You practically moan for him, moving into his space and grazing your fingers up and down his chest until his knees nearly give out. Echo throws his head back and purrs at the soft, teasing touches you were gracing him with, and when you call for him again, he knows he’s made up his mind. 

“Be with me.”

“Are you sure?”

“Absolutely.” You answer instantly, leaning up and kissing his jaw until he takes you into his embrace once more. He nuzzles his cheeks against your temple, taking in a long whiff of your scent until the only thing he can sense is you. 

“A-are you sure?” You ask with a hesitation Echo never thought you capable of, and he chuckles at the mind-boggling question before he leans back and meets your gaze. 

“I’ve never been more sure of anything else in my life, cyar’ika.” You attack his mouth soon after, swallowing his groans when he parts his lips and welcomes you in enthusiastically. You thought his shy demeanor would continue, but the deeper the kiss becomes, the more bold the clone trooper is with his touches. Whereas his hand was at a respectful spot earlier, you have to stop yourself from giggling against his lips as soon as you feel his fingers dig in the flesh of your ass and squeeze tightly. The wet clothes still covering you barely leave anything to the imagination, but you gasp all the same when Echo slips his palm inside your panties and slides his fingers a little further down until he can feel how wet you are for him. 

You tilt your head to the side and sigh his name as he continues to familiarize himself with your skin, and before you can register what’s happening, Echo is leaning down and biting harshly on your shoulder, snapping you out of whatever haze that’s fallen over you and forcing you to look at him. 

“Let me see all of you,” his pleading words are music to your ears, and you don’t waste another second, quickly discarding your shirt while he kneels down and lowers your panties. When he stands to his height, he takes a step back until he hits the cold glass windows, roaming his eyes down your body until he satisfies his mind’s eye with the image of your perfection. You bask in the attention he gives you, keeping your hands to yourself for as long as possible until you can no longer stand there without touching him. 

As soon as you grab the hem of his shirt, however, Echo snaps out of his haze and grabs your wrist to stop you from viewing him to your hungry eyes. 

“Wait, I-”

“Yes?” You frown at him but don’t follow through with your intentions, waiting patiently until he feels he can answer your question with ease. 

“I don’t think you want to see me. It- it doesn’t look good underneath all these clothes.” His response comes to you as a shock, considering how he seldom cared for his looks. The way he’s avoiding your eyes now makes you wonder if he always cared for his appearance but you just never noticed it, or if he was only so self-conscious due to the situation you found yourself in. You realize that you don’t really care why he thinks of himself in such a way, or why he thought you’d even care for something so trivial. Not wanting to push him past his comfort zone, you let go of his shirt and wrap your arms around his waist to bring him as close to you as possible. 

“Echo, I don’t care. I don’t care how you look. I want you for you…for your sweet words, and your kind heart, and your generous spirit. I want you baby, I don’t care for anything else.” You hope he can believe the genuineness of your words, or at the very least, see that you weren’t the type of person to care for such an insignificant characteristic. You don’t like how closed off his body language is, and you kiss across his chest and arms to soothe his anxiety so he doesn’t leave altogether. 

“But if you’re not comfortable with me just yet, then I will respect that. I won’t pressure you to do anything you don’t want to do.” The reassuring words wash over him like lukewarm water and he relaxes beneath your touch with each little peck you leave on his touch-starved skin, until he is sure you managed to mark every visible inch of him. Echo thinks he might lose his mind from how sweet you’re being with him, his breathing becoming erratic when whisper sweet words against his skin with every little kiss and touch you caress him with, 

“If you’ll allow me though, I will worship every inch of you…as you deserve.” You promise him as you circle your arms around his body and dig your fingers into his back, wanting him to be as close to you as possible so he can feel your honesty through the Force. 

“You- you truly want me this much, sweetheart?” He’s shaking in your embrace, and you chuckle in return at the oddity of the question. If only he knew how much you craved him. 

“Oh you have no idea,” you respond right away, not wanting him to think you’re laughing at his question, or worse, at his reaction. You pull back enough to take a good look at him, and you focus all of your energy on the space between the two of you, wanting him to know that you weren’t telling a single lie. He must be in tune with your intentions because his expression relaxes greatly when he meets your eyes and sees nothing but adoration aimed at him. 

“Then…I’m all yours.” 

“You’ll tell me if you don’t like something.” You want nothing more than to push him down and have your way with him, but you want him to know that you’ll gladly stop if you do something he doesn’t particularly enjoy. He was very much in control of the situation, and you desperately wished he believed that as well. 

“Y-yeah.” His voice is not as reluctant as before, but you get the sense that he was still shy, perhaps even afraid of the prospect of revealing his body to you. Not wanting to waste anothering moment, you take his hand in your own and lead him to the bed, softly pushing on his chest until he sits down and makes space for you in between his thighs. Echo gulps nervously as you trail your fingers across his flushed skin, only to cease breathing when you lean down and cup his cheeks, keeping him still beneath you so you can kiss his forehead and whisper more assurances to him. 

His hand gravitates to your thigh and he holds onto your leg to try and force himself to focus on your touches and nothing else. You continue to kiss his face as you bend over and grab the edge of his shirt, slowly pulling it up until he raises his arms for you to take it off of him completely. When you throw it aside and kneel in front of him, Echo rests his hand on your shoulder and wishes for the impossible.

He mourns the times he could have shared with you if you had just met him before Skako Minor. 

“Maker,” the sentiment brings him out of his reverie before he can dwell too long on the ‘what ifs,’ and he pouts at you when he sees the expression on your pretty features shift several times until a sense of somber anger lingers through and remains unchanging.

“I- I told you it didn’t look great.”

“Baby, if I could take away your pain, I would do it…in a heartbeat.” You don’t want him to misunderstand your reaction, and you apologize for everything that’s been done to him, moving into his space until you can rest your cheek over his heart. It beats wildly against your ear and you hope it isn’t due to fear or nervousness. Against your better judgment, you tap into his Force signature and sigh in relief as understanding dawns over you. 

Echo isn’t embarrassed to be seen by you but guilty, of what you are unsure. But you push on and rest your lips against his chest until his heart beats even harder beneath you. 

“Kriff,” he curses and slides his hand across your back to your neck, grasping it tightly to tilt your head so he can look into your eyes and thank you for being so patient with him. 

“You mean so much to me,” you smile at him, leaning into the possessive touch before giving equal attention to the rest of his broad chest. You keep your hands over his hips, knowing that things would surrey escalate quickly if you didn’t pace yourself and think of his comfort first 

“Ah…s-sweetheart,” Echo moans beneath you, his breaths coming in erratic when he feels your tongue slide over his muscles and leave a trail of your mark across him. 

“And I will never let anything happen to you…ever again.” Although the tone of your voice comes off a little aggressive, Echo knows that it is your sense of protection making you this possessive of him, and not something he should fear. You were among the most well-respected Jedi, and although he knew that the events of the night would not benefit you in any way, he chose to think over the fact that the Jedi Order no longer existed and how honest you would be with him if you truly didn’t want this. No longer able to keep himself sitting upright, Echo throws his head back and falls onto the bed when he feels your teeth graze over his collarbone. 

“Oh fuck, your mouth feels so good…please,” he hears you giggle sweetly at him as you stand up and straddle his waist. You don’t give him any respite however, attacking him with your tongue, and teeth and hands until he’s a shaking mess underneath you. He grabs your ass with his hand and rests the scomp of his other one over your thighs, unintentionally bucking his hips into your wet core as soon as he feels you rub yourself on him. He’s hard and wanting, incapable of thinking of anything else but the immense pleasure you were bestowing upon him. 

It occurs to him that he rather enjoys you taking what you want from him, and he wonders if you’d be willing to remain in charge until the two of you reach release. There’s something so inherently sexy about a powerful Jedi such as yourself descending to their basest of instincts just to reach that unimaginable pleasure, and he feels honored that he is the one to throw you over the edge so quickly. He never thought you’d react in such an unhinged, nearly violent way to him, but he can’t find it in himself to care, especially now when he could see you let go completely just to make him see the galaxies in your arms. 

“Tell me what you want Echo, I’ll give you anything you ask for.”

“I- I want you, love. Just you.” Echo manages to flutter his eyes open in time to see you move lower across his body, parting his lips in anticipation when you unbutton his cargo pants and reach inside to take him in your hand. He sucks in a harsh breath as soon as he feels the palm of your hand cup his cock and squeeze it tightly. When he looks into your eyes, he sees them glistening wickedly with such strong emotions that he nearly comes then and there. For some reason, he genuinely thought you’d be the type to shy away from such lewd displays of affections, but you prove him wrong again and spit in your other hand before sitting up to lower down the rest of his pants and free him from the confines of his clothes. 

“You already have me.” You whisper to him as you begin to bend over his body to take his cock in your mouth, but Echo shakes his head at you and grabs your hand, not bothering to give you any explanation as he pulls you up until you fall against his chest. 

“Come here,” he swallows your surprised shrieks with an intense kiss, refusing to let go of you even as you begin to jerk him off and tease the base of his cock with your soft fingers. Only when you reach lower and massage his balls does Echo finally break the kiss, groaning your name wantonly as you squeeze the tip of his cock while biting his neck and shoulder. You try to slither down his body again but Echo whispers a quick ‘no’ before grabbing your neck and keeping you against his chest. 

“But I-” you want to tell him that there’s nothing more you need in this world than to feel him hot and heavy in your mouth, but Echo doesn’t give you the chance to continue, once again calling your name sweetly so he can hold your undivided attention. 

“We have all the time in the galaxy, you can do whatever you want with me later.” He smiles at you when he sees you whine in disapproval, the expression throwing you off completely because of how rare it is to see it so genuine and pure. 

“But right now, I really want to feel your cunt wrapped around my cock.” His words shoot straight to your core, halting your actions in an instant and sending a wave of goosebumps across your skin. 

“Oh,” you look in between his eyes and briefly question whether they were always this light hazel color. All clones had similar physical features, even those in your crew. The differences were more pronounced amongst the Bad Batch for obvious reasons, but the color of their eyes never changed. 

But now that you were laying so close to Echo, you swear his eyes are different from the others. They rarely displayed strong emotions, and you think it’s because Echo often tried to hide his true feelings from the others around him so they wouldn’t worry too much about him. But looking at him now, you come to accept that his pretty gaze would always be a source of serenity and safety for you.

You want to tell him how much you love his eyes, how you’ll never be able to look into another’s so intimately, how honored you feel for being at the receiving end of such a loving gaze. But Echo surprises you suddenly as he lets go of your neck and expertly moves his hand in between your bodies until he graces your wet folds with two of his fingers. He moans against your cheek when he feels your slit gush for him, and as slowly as possible, he rubs your clit a few times to wet his fingers so he can slide them into your cunt with ease. You shut your eyes and call for him as you feel his digits fill you up, and Echo mirrors your actions from before, leaning up just enough to lick your neck before sinking his teeth into the space just above your clavicle. 

“Fuck sweetheart, you’re already so wet. Is this all for me?” He fucks you slowly with his fingers, the sound of your slick filling the night air becoming music to his ears. For a moment, he realizes that he should have probably asked you if this is okay, but he remembers who you are and how easily you could climb off of him if you didn’t enjoy his ministrations. You pray his name over and over again, and Echo swears this must be what heaven feels like because never in his life did he think he’d live to have you so desperate and submissive in his arms. 

“I- yes, it’s all for you Echo. You kissed me and…I- I’m always like this whenever you’re around.” Your confession fills him with pride, and he thrusts his hips against you to get some friction against his achingly hard cock. 

“Is that right?” Echo wants to ask more, but he knows his mind is running out of coherent thoughts the more you drench his fingers and mark him with your essence. To think that you were always so ready to take him by just being in his vicinity flips a switch in Echo’s mind and he picks up his pace, wanting to feel you come on his fingers before he can finally shove his cock in your cunt. 

“Yes…oh gods yes. Please Echo, show me how much you want me.” 

“I’m going to take my time with you…map every inch of your skin with my lips. I’ll never stop showing you how much I…how much I care for you cyar’ika.” Hearing him finally tell you how deeply he feels for you is enough to throw you over the edge, and you grab onto his shoulders while resting your forehead against his own as soon as your body gives into the pleasure and shudders from how hard the orgasm hits you. You want to tell him that you care for him as well, more than that if you’re being honest, but he doesn’t slow down and continues to twist and push his fingers against your tight walls until you can’t breathe any more. 

“Echo,” you call for him once, and a part of you wishes you didn’t say anything because he stops and removes his fingers from your slit. You can feel your juices coating his hand as he roams his palm over your back and drags your essence across your skin. Raising your head, you bite into your lips when you see the way he’s looking at you, and as you’re about to tell him those three fateful words you’ve been holding back for some time now, Echo pushes his hand between your sweaty bodies again and takes hold of his dick, teasing your clit with soft passes until you begin to roll your hips above him and coat his length with your cum. 

“You going to let me make love to you baby? You going to let me fuck you so deep till you can’t think of anything else but my cock?”

“Please Echo,” you’re not above begging, and you hope that Echo doesn’t wait any longer before giving in to his desires. 

“Kriffing hells, if I’d known it takes so little to get you moaning my name like that, I would have gotten on my knees and begged you to let me touch you from the very first time I laid my eyes on you.” He thrusts up into you, smirking at your reactions when he spreads your thighs wider and nudges your clit with the head of his cock. 

“Echo, I need you…now. You- you said we’d take our time later.” Again, Echo kisses across your neck as he pushes his dick against you, bringing his cybernetic arm around your back as soon as you fall over him and nuzzle into his neck. You bring your arms above his head and keep him in your embrace, rolling your hips along with him to entice him enough so he can finally put you out of your misery and take you. 

“You want my cock, little love?” The pet name does something to you, but you will yourself to not be distracted by his sweet words, wanting to hold all of your attention on feeling him beneath you. 

“Desperately.”

“Then you can have it,” the only warning you have is a deep, guttural groan emitting from Echo’s chest as he slowly pushes his cock inside your cunt, bringing his hand over your ass and applying enough pressure to keep you planted flush against him. 

“O-ohhhh…”

Neither of you move for what feels like hours, and Echo swears against your ears when you clench tightly around him and somehow pull him in deeper. 

“F-fuck,” he digs his fingers into the flesh of your back, refusing to have any space between your bodies out of fear of this being nothing more than a dream. 

“Move…please move.” You grind on top of him to test the waters, but Echo growls for you to stop, wanting to commit this moment to memory so he can revisit it whenever he feels particularly needy for you. 

“Hold on, just let me…let me feel you. L-let me feel all of you.” The way his voice breaks does something to you, and you obey him without a second thought, leaning up just a little so you can take a better look at him. You find his eyes tightly shut, and you caress his eyelids with your lips until they relax and slowly flutter open to see you. 

“Echo, you’re so good…so good to me.” You bite into your lower lip when your comment makes him push up into you, sending his cock into that special spot inside of you that makes you shake in weakness. 

“If you keep talking like that, I won’t last much longer sweetheart.” He warns you with a shallow thrust, and you hover your mouth over his lips when he sets a slow pace, shoving his cock in and out of you so gently and steadily until that familiar tight knot in your lower stomach begins to unravel again. 

“Kriff baby, you’re fucking hot…so tight ‘round me. So fucking good.” 

“And you feel so hard inside me…filling me up like no one else has before.” You lick his lower lip, giving the corner of his mouth a quick kiss before you rest your forehead against his cheek and start pushing yourself down on his dick, meeting his sweet touches with hard thrusts of your own. 

“Yeah? Tell me sweetheart, has anyone fucked you the way I do?”

“No…gods no.” You barely manage to breathe in between those words, making Echo chuckle at your desperation while struggling with his own.  

“Has- has anyone kissed you like I do?” He asks with hope and expectation, praying to the maker that you give him the answer he craves. 

“Never,” you nearly choke on your saliva when Echo begins to fuck up into you harder, the tip of his cock passing over your walls so deliciously that you swear you can feel ever ridge and ever vein on his dick the deeper he comes inside of you. 

“Fuck…fuck, ahhh- has anyone touched you how I do?” Echo is bordering on the edge of ecstasy, and you moan his name like a benediction when he stops for a second to enjoy the feeling of your cunt wrapped around him before he continues his rough thrusts once more. 

“No one Echo, oh fuck, please…right there.”

“Ner cyare, I- I…” He wants to say so much, reveal his heart’s secrets so he can finally know if you feel the same way he does. But the need to make you come on his cock outweighs everything else, and he pushes his nose against your jugular while wrapping both of his arms around your back to keep you as flush to him as possible. 

“I know baby, I know.” You’re shaking in his arms, hugging him tightly as you surrender to his ministrations. Something snaps inside Echo because he begins to fuck you with abandon until you can feel him and only him. 

“So close,” you whisper against his cheek, not knowing how to help him reach his own peak in return. He barely gives you the chance to push off of him so you do the only thing within your power, you lean down and kiss his temple while he fills you up over and over again. 

“Me too sweetheart, me too.” 

“Kiss me Echo,” his breathing is erratic but he obeys you instantly, molding his lips with your own in a hungry kiss until your senses are flooded with his touch and his taste and his presence. 

I love you Echo, so much. 

Your voice echoes in his mind for seconds on end, and Echo cums inside of you as soon as he registers what you just did. You swallow his moans as he shoots his seed into your cunt, filling you up with every hard thrust until he feels your walls flutter around him. You break the kiss as you climax, letting your head fall into his neck as you sob violently from the intensity of your orgasm. He’s managed to coax pleasure from your body in such a short period of time, but you get the sense that it was only possible because it is him. The fact that he’s head you wrapped around his finger for such a long time probably had some effect on you as well, but you pay those thoughts no mind as you slowly come down from your high and feel Echo make more of a mess of you when he pulls out and nudges his cock in between your damp bodies. 

You stay in each other’s arms for a long time, only deciding to move when your sweat cools down and makes you shiver. Ever the gentleman, Echo sits up while keeping you in his arms, somehow managing to maneuver the two of you around across the bed until you’re both laying down against the pillows. He pulls up the covers over your bodies, pulling you into his side and wrapping his arm around your back to keep you close to his heart. 

“About what I said, I- don’t think too much on it.” You break the silence all of a sudden, and Echo has to sift through everything you said to figure out what you’re referring to. 

“Hmm?”

“I don’t want you to think that you have to…you know, say it back.” It’s only when you say that last sentiment that Echo finally knows what you’re talking about, and he holds back the sarcastic comment on the tip of his tongue when he looks down and sees something akin to anxiety swimming in your eyes. 

“Don’t you know?” It’s a simple question, and Echo doesn’t leave the silence to linger for too long, wanting you to know that he cares for you as much as you care for him, perhaps even more. 

“I love you too mesh’la, with all my heart.” The revelation nearly sends your heart leaping out of your chest, and you can only smile and lean up to kiss him in response, unsure of whether you had the wherewithal to say any coherent sentence now. Echo in turn kisses the crown of your head, tracing random patterns across your shoulders when he feels you relax into him as the moments roll by. 

“Thank you for the scarf, and for thinking of me.”

“I’m always thinking of you, little love. You- you never leave my mind really.”

“Neither do you.”

The depths of your words reminds Echo of your identity, and he smiles down at you when he realizes that such a sentiment probably meant a great deal to you considering your upbringing and the rules you were tasked to follow since your childhood. He wants to ask you about your attachment to him, but he knows it’s not the time to do so, and he has no wish to ruin the moment by bringing up something so “sensitive.”

“So that thing you did, before I…you know.” Even though he just said the filthiest things to you, he shies away from saying anything crude now, mostly because he’s afraid it would come out more awkward than it sounds in his head. 

“Came?” You finish the thought for him and Echo winces briefly before nodding in agreement. 

“Y-yeah.” 

Something happens between his response and your understanding of it because all of a sudden, you’re sitting up and resting your hand on Echo’s chest as you apologize profusely to him. 

“Oh maker, did I- I made you uncomfortable, didn’t I? I should have asked before I presumed you’d…Echo, I’m so sorry. It didn’t ever occur to me that you wouldn’t be comfortable with that considering what happened on-”

“Cyare, sweetheart…look at me.” Echo sits up and tugs you into him, not caring for how the wires on his chest might hurt you as he keeps you against his chest rather forcefully and refuses to let up. 

“I didn’t mind it, one bit. On the contrary, I was going to ask if you can do it again.” He says quickly to avoid whatever misunderstanding that was about to unfold, only letting go of you when he sees you register his words in your mind. 

“Really?” Your expression turns from one of worry to shock, and Echo smiles at how easily surprised you can be. 

“It…felt nice, hearing your voice inside my mind I mean. I really liked it, made me feel so connected to you.” Echo roams his fingers down your neck to your sternum, moving them across your breasts slowly until he notices your nipples pebble beneath his touch. He’s distracted for a second when he flicks one peak with his thumb and makes you fall over him. 

“Because your cock fucking me so deep wasn’t connecting us enough?” You ask teasingly, giggling like a little girl when he sighs in irritation and falls back into the bed, taking you along with him. 

“And here I thought I could have a nice moment with you.”

“You know you’re enjoying this just as much.” You tilt his head so he can look at you again, tapping his nose twice and laughing even harder when he smiles and raises a curious eyebrow at you. 

“You got me there.”

“I’m glad you kissed me tonight.” You break the silence after a while again, looking into Echo’s eyes when he turns to his side and throws his arm over your waist. 

“I’m glad you kissed me back.” He’s about to tell you his brothers will be happy that he finally told you how he feels when your hand rolls down his chest and begins to reach for his slowly hardening cock. 

“Kriff sweetheart, as much as I want to go for round two, we should get some rest.” He stops you before things escalate, grabbing your hands and turning you around in his arms until your back is against his chest. 

“But-” You want to argue with him, but Echo is insistent, shaking his head and tugging you into him to try and distract you from whatever plan you had in mind. 

“Knowing Hunter and Tech, the plan won’t go as smoothly as they’ll plan it.”

“Fine, but I’m holding you to your word.” You warn him with a quick glance, only to pull away when you feel him kiss your neck and bite you playfully. 

“Believe me when I tell you, I’ll be counting the seconds until you touch me again.” His voice is hoarse, sending a new wave of arousal down your spine and making you wish you weren’t in need of rest. But he was right, and you knew better than to think that the plan would go smoothly. If the events of the night proved anything, it was that the unexpected and the impossible did not often go hand-in-hand.

“Good night sweetheart,” Echo whispers against your skin before he nuzzles against your neck, smiling to himself when you reach for his hand and intertwine your fingers together. 

“Good night Echo.”

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Can you do more relationship fluff HCs with blackwatch and fem s/o? I love your other blackwatch work! Thanks!!

Blackwatch Fluff HCs

Genji

Genji loves to go out, but in his Blackwatch era the days of arcade games and goofing off are at an all-time low

However, he loves to hike.

He feels in his time of getting used to a cybernetic body, he has lost touch with himself.

Being out in nature helps him find peace whereas being in Moira's lab cannot

He doesn't really camp and spend the night too often though with you he'll pack a couple hammocks and find a nice campground

He'll pull you in with him a set you in his lap and pull out a book all while having his arms around you

Occasionally if you're cuddled against his chest, he'll pull you up to kiss you, and he'll have his body cybernetics heat up to keep you warm if the day grows cold

Genji doesn't necessarily eat, but Angela made it so he's able to enjoy small amounts of food

This means S'mores!

He enjoys them, but he likes feeding you them and laughing at the chocolate and marshmallow mess on your face

you did the same to him and it was one of the first times you've heard him laugh whole heartedly and man was that a majestic feeling

On the side, another hobby he's picked up is wood carving

Genji loves to make little statues for you, whether it's of dragons or foxes and if you're lucky he'll make a little inscription

Cassidy

Doesn't really have technology, but he does own a Wii?

Wii sports date night with the cowboy who's weirdly good at Wii bowling

Cassidy jokingly calls himself a gamer, but even a junker with -1 braincell could see he's not

The moment you buy Mario kart Wii and beat him over and over he's on his KNEES begging to play something else

REFUSES TO PLAY RED DEAD REDEMPTION NO MATTER HOW GOOD THE GRAPHICS ARE

Like I said in other post, while He can't barbeque his specialty lies in making comfort foods like corn bread, BBQ beans, mashed potatoes, and a basic pan seared steak.

On days your sick he'll whip up a hot tomato bisque with some bread on the side

Cassidy would love if you'd join him in the kitchen, meal preparation is always a pain in the ass

Going out, another thing he likes to do is go to carnivals, though he hates rollercoasters of any kind

He just likes showing you all the cheats to the unwinnable games

Not because he's scared, he just gets sick on them very easy

ok fine he's scared, I tried to cover for him but no he's a scaredy cat

If the day is free and slow, he's totally ok with chilling at home and holding you on the couch

Beware his beard tickles you during most kisses

Likes to wrap his poncho around you and put his cowboy hat on you

Definitely can't resist to kiss you when he sees you in his clothes

matching western outfits YES!

Moira

Such a weeb, and you'll know it after many nights in her lab

Watches anime while doing trivial experiments or documenting her results and she'll have you right there with her

When she goes home, she takes you with her and in all honesty she way too tired to cook so expect some take-out and a bottle of wine

Dinner is usually pretty animated; home is a place where she feels open to talk to you about her frustrations and excitements and she knows you'll listen and take to heart what she says

Make-out sessions with wine-stained lips, moira's pretty saucy milf don't sass me anon

Her corrupted hand pains her though she doesn't show it in front of others

Having you near her helps distract her form the pain ahd you and turn just puts some heat packs in the microwave and hold them against her arm

Occasional affection, but not much and that mostly stems from her fear of hurting you

Won't hesitate to kiss you though

absolutely no PDA

Long chess matches, she likes to play wits against wits

insert another wine-stained make out session here after you lose a match

her haughtiness after a winning makes her this way

She loves to style hair; it helps her unwind and she's rather good at it

same goes for nails, honestly, I can't paint nails for shit, but know that moira can and she will do yours in a heartbeat

SPA DATES

I have this image of moira with a cucumber mask and i can't get it out of my head god damnit

Gabriel

Big man. big arms. big cuddles

Sparring matches at HQ! Helps burn off energy and Afterwords he likes to head home with you

karaoke night, he probably finds some songs to sing in Spanish to woo you

Definitely a dancer, and won't take no for answer if he drags you out onto the floor

His thighs save lives

pulls you into his arms and sways to the beat

Twirls then dips you (the crowd gasps)

type of guy to have a rose in his mouth tbh

On the drive back he' gets drive thru and you two are laughing your asses of on the standup comedy radio

Gabriel occasionally takes you to this seaside cliff where he goes to contemplate and reflect on his decisions.

It's late at night and with the bags of fast food in his hand and a flashlight in the other he takes you to the top.

Once Gabe finds the spot, he finds the remnants of an old campfire and starts a fire and a couple worn plastic chairs are already set around the fire

You two are chowing down on fast food burgers and fries, and he reaches over with one arms and pulls you to his side

After finishing he puts out the fire and the stars become clearer than ever and looking over the cliff, the waves glow blue with bioluminescence

Gabriel smiles warmly at you and wraps an arm around your waist and brings his lips to yours

His kisses warm you up as the ocean breeze blows past the two of you

A/N: Not as much as the last one, but I pulled what I could from my brain to write more for the Blackwatch crew

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#gabriel reyes #overwatch #overwatch x reader #overwatch2 #overwatch imagine #jack morrison #moira o'deorain #moira x reader #reaper x reader #genji x reader #cole cassidy #cassidy #genji shimada #jesse mccree

[thefatiger]

(okay, lets try to translate)

My thoughts about Captain Laserhawk (maybe part 1)

In general, I thought for a long time about how the Laserhawk activated its bomb on Sarah's left hand, if she always activates the bomb on her right...

Okay, I was thinking about who sent Rayman the message "If you want to know the truth, talk to the frog." The most stupid and at the same time the most ingenious option - The Board of Directors the most Rayfrog shippers!

But seriously, there is a version that it was Sarah, or rather, that cyborg spider in the finale, speaking in Sarah's voice. He has exactly the same mathematical symbol on his head as on an empty chair in the boardroom.

And then, how did he manage to send a message without revealing himself, for example, by voice? I couldn't watch the whole scene in the original, so I don't know if the Board of Directors speaks in the voice of one of the Director during the conversation, or if another voice is used so that none of the Board of Directors members will give themselves away just because of the voice. In any case, spider didn't use his real voice. hacked the system???

Perhaps he is a traitor among them (run "Among Us flashback.exe "), who wants to destroy Eden from the inside. It can be said that he was waiting for the moment when Rayman would be replaced on television in order to show the truth to the real Ray and destroy the Board of Directors with his help.

Based on the theory that the whole universe of "Captain Laserhawk" is a game, I'm already starting to talk some nonsense I assume that this cyborg spider (I'll call him that because I'm not sure if it's Sarah, I'll explain later) knows the whole plot (or at least knows the main plot twists that need to happen). That is, perhaps he knows that in this story the hero is not Eden, but the rebels, that the story does not come from the top of power, but from those who must destroy and defeat it.

Well, why does it seem to me that that spider (and therefore the character we followed all 6 episodes) is not the real Sarah Fisher? I'm not talking about the appearance that is different in flashbacks and the present tense (although this could be my argument in any way). Here I again rely on that theory (perhaps I confuse two different publications and mix them into one, who knows). It also said (or rather, summarized) that it was possible that the Laserhawk would be revived in the second season. I have a suggestion that one day Sarah died, and her consciousness was transferred to a certain database of deceased users of people (I'm sure it could well be in the cyberpunk world) and was used by the same traitor to cover up. I'm just not sure that Sarah could change her mind after seeing on TV almost the same underside that she sees when working in a maximum security prison

(I watched last episode, and Sarah's flesh was visible at the moment of the explosion, so this is a real person, albeit with cybernetic legs, so my theory is interesting, but unreal. Although her consciousness could indeed move into the cyborg's body after the destruction of her body. Or is there just an artificial intelligence in the cyborg spider's body based on the consciousness of the real Sarah)

#captain laserhawk #rayman #bullfrog #fan theory #fan thoughts #what if #im crazy #sarah fisher #dolph laserhawk #my thoughts #laserhawk spoilers #captain laserhawk blood dragon remix

[yandere-wishes]

General Grievous is not a nice yandere. I hc that these feelings towards his darling are more suitably classified as a morbid obsession or curiosity.

The Bride of Grievous

(A snippet from a Yandere!Grievous fic I've been dying to write) 

You have no idea how feral I am over this man!! The body horror that would come with being his sweet little darling!! I'm studying Robotics and Mechatronics at university and I gotta say I LOVE Robot/cyborg characters. They are my holy grail!!😍💞😍💞😍💞😍

You're 100% right Grievous is one of the worst Yanderes. He's obsessed with turning his darling into something he finds attractive and worthy. overdosing in a morbid curiosity to see just what he can turn you into. 

Listen Grievous does NOT like organic beings. He prefers cyborgs and droids to anything else. So for this to work, you're going to have to already be a cyborg to even catch Grievous' eye. Sure a talented mechanic or the heiress to a droid manufacturing company would also draw the general's eye. But there's something about your mechanical essence that draws him in. Bonus points if you're both. 

Now I'm playing off the idea that the reader comes from a wealthy family of engineers who are the prime supplier of droids for the empire/separatists (idk which timeline to set this in exactly). You've been left with a few cybernetic implants after an accident that happened when you were too young to have formed a functioning memory. 

There's something about you that's...not right. You build the most advanced automatons but instead of programming them to become soldiers or anything remotely beneficial to warfare. You merely treat them as family. As your children. Your dolls. Doting on them as a mother would. You blame it on your heritage. On the accident that left you tettered between machine and mortal all so many years ago. 

Not quite human 

Not quite robot.

Another option, a secret third.

Glitching between realities. 

When Grievous makes a personal visit to your family estate. Needing to strike a new deal for a rather large shipment of androids. He's surprised to find you, the heiress, taking charge of the transaction. He's even more interested when he notices your cybernetics. And how you don't hide them but instead seem to have made many personal enhancements to them. You're pretty too, and it's been such a long time he's been with someone sentient. 

He's just so interested in you. Following you around like a wolf does its prey. Listening carefully to your jovial tone as you go into great detail about all the new features of this new batch of battle droids. He's even taken aback when you reprimand him for belittling a R0-GR.

Maybe somewhere along the line, you offer to work on him. To implement some new weapons. Add a few folding missiles into his casing. Even going so far as to propose giving him a speedy digital processor to clip into his brain. He scuffs at your boldness, pushing you aside as he moves past you. What a disgusting offer.

So why does the thought linger in his head?

When he returns to base, he finds his mind wandering to you. To your bizzare existance. You've practically shredded your humanity. Yet it still clings to you like a leech. He wonders if you'd thank him for taking it from you. Swoon over him for having saved you from the pesky flesh and blood. He falls asleep dreaming of the sounds your new metallic body would make as it clangs against his. 

He kidnaps you soon after that. Stealing you away in the dead of night. Your family can search all they want, and send all the bounty hunters they want to try and retrieve you. But Grievous won't let you go. He loves watching as he makes you take him apart. Nibble fingers peeling away metal layers to access his wires. Pulling off prosthetic limbs to enhance them. With you by his side, the Jedi will never be his match ever again. 

But it's Grevious we're talking about. He's a greedy creature, never satisfied with what he's given. He blames Dooku for this behavior and blames the benefits of being half Sith and half machine. He's become spoiled. Maybe it's not such a bad thing. 

He starts to return the favor. Tearing you apart piece by piece. He used his lightsabers to cut through bone and replace it with metal. Drugging you with ecstasy and spice as he plucks away your humanity. He adores the love-sick looks you give him. Loves how, even when you've come down from your high, you still crawl onto his lap and litter his cold body with kisses. He'll keep your face just the way it is. He loves the feel of your chubby cheeks and soft lips too much. 

Soon Grievous will turn you into a creature much like himself. 

His perfect little creation.

A loving robot who can think for herself (with the general's help of course)

He's finally found a lover worthy of him.

All this being said I now need a poly fic with Maul, Anakin, and Grievous with a cyborg reader. 

#general grievous #star wars #clone wars #star wats clone wars #grievous #general grievous x reader #general grievous x you #yandere general grievous #star wars grievous #grievous x reader #grievous x you #yandere grievous #yandere grievous x you #yandere grievous x reader #yandere #yancore #yandere headcanons #grievous headcanons #yandere imagines #star wars headcanons #star wars imagine #robot aesthetic #robot girl #robotcore #yandere x reader #yandere x you #star wars x reader #star wars x you #star wars general grievous

[freshlyjuicedbeetles]

DARTH VADER NSFW ALPHABET

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

He would need the aftercare. You would have to check his respiration and oxygen sats and since he probably can't sweat anymore, make sure he cools down. He won't like it but knows it's an unfortunate necessity.

If you scratch him in the heat of passion or otherwise break his skin, he would be like 'Finally a scar I want to have,' because you did it.

As for you, Vader is quite rough in bed, so you'll walk away with bruises. He'll marvel at them as they contrast against your skin, knowing that he marked you, claimed you.

His perception of pain has totally changed since being burned alive and he doesn't care that you don't understand it like he does. He'll grab you roughly, force you to look at him as he pounds into you brutally.

You'll have to take care of your own aftercare. You'll be bruised on your hips and thighs from his cybernetic hands. Your nipples will be swollen and sensitive from his mouth and fingers.

Your cunt is ground zero.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Eyes. Eyes seem to hold a lot of power and symbolism to him. He wants to see your eyes, the desire in them, reverence in them, even a little bit of fear in them. He wants to see your eyes widen as he enters you, as they flutter shut in pleasure.

For himself, he thinks his body is a disaster. He hates his body, there's nothing he likes about it anymore.

Except maybe his size.

He's 6'8 in his armor, maybe take 6'7 without his boots, and like 264 pounds of muscle and metal. He loves to use his size against you.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Dude's definitely got a breeding fetish. He needs an heir to help him fight Sidious. It's all going in you.

Or you're swallowing it.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

If he's still in his mask, he can smell when you're wet. The olfactory sensors in his mask are strong enough to pick up on the smell. He'll never say a word about it, using it to his advantage, teasing you, and riling you up for him.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He's only been with Padme, but he knows what he's doing. He was exposed to sex at a very young age from the unsavory people in the slave trade. He never had hope for a normal, vanilla sex life.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Any position where he's in total control, where he can see your eyes, and restrain your hands if he desires.

He won't do it when anyone else is around because he finds it crude, but when he's sitting on his throne, he'll manspread. He's probably the only guy who could justify actually needing to, with his codpiece and fat cock and virile balls.

The look of him on his throne in such a powerful, masculine position does things to you and he knows.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

I think his funny bone was chopped off by Kenobi. His humor tends to make your eyes roll like his 'choking on aspirations' line.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

In total, he may have three single hairs scattered across his body. But seriously, almost all of his hair is gone, maybe a few patches here and there but nothing noticeable unless you're up close and personal. He did have a nice happy trail before he was burned.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

He's not one to set the mood. He'll dive into your mind, saying all the things he can't bring himself to say anymore, to let you feel his feelings as though they were your own. Him saying I love you and commenting on your beauty? He knows it's ridiculous coming from him. People run from him, for good reason too. Sweet nothings and pillow talk don't happen verbally.

Cock warming is a big thing for him. He loves it when you let him slide it in so you are connected. He loves the feel of your warm cunt around his massive cock. Either completely non sexually as an act of closeness or post-sex intimacy.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He doesn't necessarily see himself as a sexual being anymore without you in the context. He has more important things to think about. Like conquering the literal galaxy.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Here is an itemized list of Darth Vader's kinks:

Breeding

Restraining you with The Force

Owning you

Dominating you

Making you feel small

Dirty talk (in basic, Huttese and Sith). He'll comment on how wet and tight you are for him, a monster, a killer, how he owns you, owns your body. He'll say into your ear how he will kill Sidious and you will rule the galaxy together and he'll fuck you so hard on the Imperial throne and breed you. How you will be seen in public, pregnant with his babies.

Marking you, visibly or not. He likes when people look at your bruises or hickeys that you wear with pride and bystanders think 'Darth Vader did that' and gets their minds going about who is under the suit and they're terrified of even being in the same building as him but here you were getting fucked by him. He likes being a monster.

Power play: If you make him feel like the most powerful being in the galaxy, you will be rewarded greatly in the form of earth-shattering orgasms that only he can give you.

He loves when you worship his cock, stroking it, sucking in, marveling at it's size. I mean, his cock brought balance to The Force...

Oh god, if he took your virginity. You'll never hear the end of his dirty talk about how he corrupted you and he loves it.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

On his throne oh my god yes, he would just die.

Hard and fast against a wall, overlooking the lava fields? Yes.

Suck him off in his TIE amongst the stars, where he truly feels free? Yep.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Lust and passion are big things to the Sith. Fucking you six ways from Sunday can be counted as a religious experience for him. Sometimes, he'll simply use your body to reignite that connection to The Force.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn-offs)

I actually think he wouldn't choke you, by hand or force. That's how he lost Padme and that is the way he takes people out. He wouldn't want to risk it with you.

Also, he's not one for pet names. He won't call you 'honey' or 'darling'. Honestly, I cringe anytime anyone has Vader say that. I don't think he'd call you a whore or slut, either, but he would tease you about how wanton you are, how you're wet for him, a mechanical monster, a Sith Lord.

He will also never be submissive. It's too traumatic for him, from past owners and Sidious.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He's got a wicked tongue. He is the Dark Lord after all. He loves playing with your cunt and clit with his tongue, how it drives you delirious with pleasure.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

He can be slow and sensual, but he's such an intense and passionate person, that he has to make a conscious effort to slow down.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He's not crazy about quickies. He wants to take his time, branding every nerve you have with him, in both pleasure and pain.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He's not a true exhibitionist. He doesn't even want to be thought of as human anymore, really. So he's not going to risk getting caught. He has no hesitation in snapping a few necks if it ensures his privacy.

But.

There's a weird part of his animal brain that likes people knowing that he's a sexual being.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Just let him catch his breath and he's good to go again. He's an injured veteran, give him a minute.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Does The Force count? Because he'll mess with you from the other side of the Galaxy. He may feel like it's an inappropriate use of The Force but at the moment, he's not thinking with his brain.

You'll feel his metal fingers sliding up your thighs and down your panties at any given moment of the day. He'll send you dirty sex dreams in your sleep, of him eating you out, the kind of dreams that leave you on the edge of an orgasm as you awake.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Like I said, he'll use his size to his advantage.

He's always in your head. He'll implant a memory of a hard and nasty fucking he gave you at the exact wrong time just to mess with you.

He'll hide your clothes and force you to walk around naked when it's just the two of you.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

The man is ravenous in the sense he makes a lot different sounds. His vocal cords were burnt, so they do tire out but his voice now has a raspy, husky quality to it.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Don't wear your favorite clothes around him. He'll rip them off of you.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

It's still there.

It still works.

It's big.

And he knows how to use it.

You'll limp the next morning if you can walk at all. You're only thought will be of him.

He does still have a deep inguinal crease to die for.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

The dude needs you in his life. You keep him from unaliving himself. In the bigger picture, you keep the part of him that is still Anakin Skywalker alive, without either of you knowing it. He is human with you. He already screwed up once, the chance to have a decent life, and he's not going to do it again. If something happens to you or your relationship, he's taking the entire galaxy with him on a tour of destruction.

Far too often, he dissolves into his Vader persona and lets himself believe that he is death personified.

In his mind, he's constantly arguing with himself, wanting to know if you're in this with him. He comes with baggage; he's got childhood trauma from being a slave, losing his mother, his mother dying in his arms, hiding his relationship with Padme, contributing to Padme's death, being a slave again, this time to Sidious and not to mention all his medical trauma. He needs to know that you know what you're signing up for.

But.

He'll never say anything about this to you and will continue to spiral to himself.

Vader is an 'action speaks louder than words' guy. Him seeing you want to jump his bones and slob his knob as often as he wants to is what he needs.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He barely sleeps, part from trauma and he's also a guy that needs to be doing something. Ready for round two? Round seven?

#smut #tw suicide #darth vader smut #darth vader #darth vader x you #darth vader y/n #anakin skywalker #anakin skywalker smut #anakin x reader #anakin smut #anakin skywalker x reader

[azlrse]

➳ their last "i love you" (an idia shroud x GN!reader oneshot)

summary: it's said that the prefect from ramshackle dorm has feelings for the housewarden of ignihyde, he didn't receprocated their feelings and been chasing him ever since.

cw: major angst w/ a hint of fluff, implied s*icide (but didn't do), chapter 6 spoilers (I didn't reach that book yet so it maybe inaccurate), ooc idia (?) & implied death.

a/n: idia shroud, the loml <333

"Aww come on, Idia don't be such a buzz kill! You know I really like you and if I'm honest, you're literally the most handsome guy I've ever met!"

"No m-matter how much you flatter me, I w-won't say it front of you and that's final!"

The housewarden quickly fasten his pace as soon as his classes had ended. At first, he was about to attend the class remotely due to his huge dislike for crowds and being together with so many people in one room. This concept alone brought him so much distress and can feel his anxiousness creeping through his body. As the bell rang, signifying that the class being held for today was finished, he got up fast from his seat, gathered all his things and quickly ran for the door before the hallways are filled with noisy students.

He was excited to go back to his dorm and grind for his games when all of the sudden, he saw you running towards him, a smile appeared on your face. As he saw you, he stopped himself from getting flustered as his hair began to shift it's color. You really are the most adorable person he saw within his eyes. His polar opposite and didn't believe that he had a huge crush on the student that has been talked about all the time.

"Awww that's a bummer but I won't stop until you admitted that you also like me or even better, you love me!" Idia rolled his eyes in annoyance, lifting up the hood of his hoodie to cover up his head. No, not because he was annoyed by you and your constant nagging but because he didn't want you to see how much your words made him so fluttered. He was thankful that his hoodie covered his long hair that turned hot pink, same goes for his face, beet red from the intense feelings he felt from your words.

It was pure torture for the housewarden himself. He does want to confess on how much he really liked you. Considering that the two of you are the closest of friends before and constantly daydreams about what's it like to be married to you and starting a life together as a family (and if you want, to have kids that looks just like you and Idia) but it's not easy for him. He didn't want to loose the only person who cared for him aside from Ortho.

And true to your words, you didn't stop chasing him around.

In the school grounds, the courtyard, or even on the wide field at the back to the school, you are always there to pester him. He would always run away from you, earning some questioning stares from the other students. It's been like that from the past few weeks, you constantly waiting for him outside of his classroom or his room and kept on confessing to him. Being the stubborn man he is, his answer was the same.

On a particular day, you eavesdropped on the conversation he had with his younger brother. "Brother, you should move on. If they see you like this, they won't like it seeing you this sad." Idia sobbed on his gaming chair, his game paused and his table was littered with so many energy drinks, keeping him awake from the last 48 hours. His eyebags worsen as soon as he started crying when his cybernetic brother mentioned them. "I can't Ortho, I can't loose them! I-I already lost you, I don't want to let them g-go! If I didn't overblotted, n-none of these could have happened to them!" He sobbed, hugging his brother as Ortho started to pat his back as a way to comfort him.

The pats alone eases him a bit, reminding them that they always used this technique to comfort him whenever he had his anxiety came up, same goes for head pats and their words of support. He closed his eyes and smiled a bit and that when sleep finally took over him. You smiled in contentment, seeing Ortho tucking in his brother and left the room, surpassing you from the hallway of his dorm. You went to his bed and kissed his forehead and spoke a small 'good night' before finally leaving his bedroom.

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"You should forget about that student Idia." Idia is startled by you as he placed a bouquet of flowers at the entrance of the once happy dorm. It gives off an ominous vibe, considering that a certain cat has been transferred to another dorm but for the memory of a certain student, the headmage ordered all students to maintain the once abandoned dorm. "Seeing you like this breaks my heart. Go find someone else to be with you, someone whom you cherish and love and can give you a family of your own."

He went quiet. He stood up from his kneeling position and turns around to face you. You can see some tear streaks on his face as his face contorted into anger. "It's not easy to move on, (y/n). Especially when that person means alot to you." He started walking towards the gate that surrounds the entire area but stopped on his tracks. "I won't say it, no matter how many times you'll ask." And just like that, he disappears in your view, making you a bit sadden when he couldn't just tell you the truth.

"Idia..."

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He couldn't stop his thoughts about you. His sleep schedule has worsen and no matter how his younger brother pushed him to go outside and attend his classes in person, he still refuses to do so. All he could think about is you. On a particular day, he couldn't go to sleep. He got up from the soft mattress that gave him comfort from the last few weeks as his eyes landed on the picture frame that was placed on his table, downside to make the picture more obscured.

It brought him great sadness everytime he saw that picture.

For the sake of his flunking grades, he finally decided to hear his brother's words to attend his classes on person but something was off as soon as his classes had ended. You weren't there on your usual spot outside of his classroom. While he ran and calling out for your name, many of the students looked at him in pity but didn't bothered telling him that he's crazy or being weird. They knew that he was still grieving. He called out for you nervously and when you didn't showed up, he quickly ran to find you, pushing his peers out of his way while ignoring their angry screams towards him.

His own heartbeat racing as he tries of find you, every corner and hallway as his eyes can see. His legs growing numb but he ignored it, sweat embedded on his head as he calls for you name. The last place he will find you was in the Ramshackle Dorm. Oh how he felt so relieved when he saw you, gazing upon the tombstone that was obscured by so many trinkets and flowers. You look at him with a smile as he panted and his lungs intaking alot of air.

"So you're finally gonna say it?" Idia only glared at you and stomped his way towards you. "You- you scared me to death! I thought that you left me there all alone in that hallway!" You shook you head, knowing that he avoided your question. You took his hand and interwined it with yours. "You didn't answer my question, Idia. Will you say it?"

....

"No."

You sighed sadly, placing the trinkets and flowers on the side that obscured the name on the newly carved tombstone. Idia's eyes began to water when he saw the tombstone for the first time.

Here lies (y/n),

Student and a great friend.

May they rest in peace.

"Idia... Listen to me..." he couldn't bring himself to look at you. His eyes begin to water and his knees starting to gave up on him as he cried loudly over someone's grave. Not just any grave but yours and it was difficult for Idia to accept that the only person who accepted him was gone, all because of what happened on the Island of Woe.

He still blames himself because of your untimely death, even after so many days has passed. Another curse was placed upon himself; he will never forgive himself, forever walking the grounds with your death as his burden. He felt so selfish if he doesn't say those words, keeping you in the mortal world where you soul would be trapped if your wishes aren't fulfilled.

"It's been 49 days since I've passed and if I couldn't pass on as the sun sets, I'll be forever trapped here, walking around these grounds for eternity. So please Idia," You said, caressing his face. "Say that you love me." The final string that holds him for 7 weeks has finally snapped, he sobbed and cried, holding your waist as he didn't want you to pass on. "It's unfair for you, (y/n)!! You chased me around like I was some kind of relic in the games we played, only for you to die before I could confess. I should've protected you back there and there's no way I could forgive myself because of your demise!" You quietly approached him, wiping his tears with your hands.

He can describe that feeling as your hands touch his face; it's warm and peaceful, just like the times when you cuddled with him during your sleepover with the shut-in. "I'm so sorry, Idia." You apologized but he didn't just accepted your apology nor deserve such forgiveness from you. "I don't want you to leave me here! If you leave this place then take me with you! Please I beg of you!"

"....no Idia, you can't come with me..."

He looked at you, tears continuously streamed from his face as the base of his hoodie formed a wet patch from his tears. You sadly smiled at him, tears also formed from your eyes. "You need to be strong for me, everyone here on NRC needs you and that includes your brother, not to mention your family back at the island. Just this time, be honest with your feelings, Gloomurai."

You placed a kiss on his forehead and to your happiness, a smile has formed on his face. Without hesitation, he pulled you in a hug and spoke the words you've always wanted to hear.

"I love you, prefect. I've always loved you since the day you accepted me." As he said those words, little specks of glitter like dust began to surround your entire body as you ascended towards the skies. "Idia, if you want to remember me, always visit my grave here at the dorm I used to call home." He still held you tightly, unable to let you go after he confessed his feelings for you. However, there's one more request Idia has for you before letting you go to enjoy your newfound freedom.

"Please watch over me and Ortho, will you player 2?" You nodded as you caressed his face for the last time, remembering that the face you held was none other than the man you truly loved. "Yes I will, love. Just remember that I loved you so much, I'll never forget you." Before you completely disappeared from his grasp, you gave him a kiss on his lips, making him a bit surprised but quickly melted as he kisses you back.

He pulls away from you and places his forehead on your own to feel your presence for the last time as the last bit of shining dust had descended, making your body disappear in his arms. As he watched the skies, Idia finally felt the weight on his shoulders has lifted but he still misses you. Now, his life's regret is that he couldn't confess to you earlier because of his self-doubt and crippling anxiety.

Now all alone, he walked back to his dorm and have to deal with his younger brother's scolding on how worried he was for him. Idia ensures that he's fine, telling Ortho that it's just his anxiety acting up. Entering the room that brought so many memories with you, his eyes landed on the table where the picture frame that was faced downside. Finally contented, he lifted up the picture frame that held the picture of the person whom he loved from the past year.

It was a picture of you two during the day where he was saved by you and the others during the wedding that Princess Eliza held, smiling lovingly as you fawn over him on how handsome he looks on a suit.

The lingering sadness was still there but he felt on a state of happiness for you, now in peace and was watching over him, his brother and their friends from the heavenly gates.

[heavily based from the manga "49th Confession"]

Do not republish, edit, or repost to other websites.

Reblogs and likes are appreciated! 💕

#tw major character death #twst x reader #twst idia shroud x reader #idia shroud #idia x reader #idia shroud x reader #twst angst #disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland fic #twst imagines #twst idia #twst fic #twisted wonderland #idia shroud x you #idia x mc

[mybrainislostinagalaxyfarfaraway]

Scars.

Clone troopers x female reader.

How they react when they notice a cut/new scar on your body.

Warnings: Small mentions of Bodily harm. (Usually just by accident or due to reader's clumsiness/or it was bound to happen on the battlefield. If it's triggering or if you're squeamish; feel free to skip.💛 Otherwise; proceed at your own risk.

Part One: Wolffe x female reader

It's been a while since you and Wolffe had had any time alone; so the two of you arranged to meet in a secluded area of the planet you were both currently stationed on.

You sat half perched, half leaning against and behind a rock formation that was large enough to keep the two of you out of earshot and prying eyes while the two of you uh 'caught up' with one another.

It must have been longer than you'd thought since the two of you had last seen each other because Wolffe was being almost uncharacteristically adorable, lavishing heart melting affection upon your hands by slowly turning them over in his and pressing kisses to every finger -until he abruptly stopped when he reached the pinky on your left hand.

"Oh? Now what happened here?" He wondered, a question in his eyes as he turned your hand towards you, displaying a rather deep and still angry looking cut on the side of your pinky finger.

"Oh. That's nothing. S'just a cut." You deflected; trying to remain casual about the whole thing although it had bled like a much larger wound when you'd initially gotten it and still hurt like the Dickens whenever you accidentally brushed or bumped it against anything.

"I can see that. You're cut right down past every layer of skin; how'd it happen? And why haven't you used bacta on it?" Wolffe asked, an odd mix of curiosity and incredulous interest upon his handsome face.

You sighed.

"Wolffe, it's Just a Cut. It's not that serious; really." You tried again; feeling embarrassed and silly about how you'd received such a minor wound.

Wolffe still looked at you expectantly; he wasn't going to let this go until you told him.

You blew out an exasperated breath.

"Ok, fine. I got it while I was testing out a new blade; I was careless and that was the result -?!!" You stopped talking abruptly when Wolffe started ever so lightly kissing near the wounded area of your pinky whilst leveling you with the most intense look that a man with such a gorgeous face should never make. (Because it was bad for your heart.)

"Never thought I'd get this turned on over 'just a little scratch'." He purred, the kisses he planted on your hands becoming more and more ardent. Your breath caught in your throat at his words; combined with his actions, heat blooming to life inside your abdomen and surging forth through your veins so fast it left you dizzy.

"W-Wolffe!?" Was all you could gasp out before he scooped you up and set you to sit upon a flat rock, his hands sliding sensually up your thighs; oh KRIFF you were so sensitive to his touch right now; had it really been that long?!

"Mmm~ Mesh'la." Wolffe rumbled; looking up at you, even his cybernetic eye seeming to blaze with unbridled desire for you.

He then proceeded to use his mouth and his fingers to show you just how much he'd missed you.

~To be continued~💛

#commander wolffe #wolffe x female reader #the clone wars #clone troopers #clone troopers x female reader series #multichapter #clone trooper drabbles #how theyd react to finding a new cut/mark on your body #possibly triggering #no self harm #but if youre squeamish feel free to skip #chapter one #fluff #clone trooper x female reader fluff #slight filth #I'm a bit rusty with my writing so please be kind #I'm trying #i wrote this to comfort myself because I accidentally cut my pinky pretty badly the other day #(I lost a fight with an avocado) #i'm not proud of it #but it is kinda funny #anyway #hope you enjoy #look out for part two #Scars. A clone trooper x female reader series

[handsome-jacks-toy]

Hindsight

"You know Rhysie? I'm so friggin glad you talked me out of that endoskeleton plan."

Jack stands up from his desk, one of two now in the large office, and walks over to Rhys.

"I mean, look at us! I have a new body. You're Co-CEO of Hyperion. And quarterly profits are through the friggin roof baby!"

Rhys chuckles at that. "Yeah Jack, not airlocking half the R&D department every month will do that."

Jack throws his head back and groans. The kid has a point, but it doesn't mean he has to like it.

"Yeah well, I still say the numbskulls had it coming."

~~~

"Aaaand that'll do it."

Jack closes the Hatch on Rhys' arm and gives it a pat for good measure. The kid lifts his arm, inspecting it this way and that.

"What, ya don't trust my handywork cupcake?"

Rhys tilts his head at him. "Nah, it's not that. I'm just, kinda surprised you know how to fix it? I know you're more of a programmer than an engineer."

Jack can't help but laugh at that one.

"Did you forget I used to be code living in your cybernetics pumpkin? The first thing I did when I got access to Hyperion systems was learn how to repair you. Couldn't have you breaking down on me."

"Helps that you got the top of the line stuff too. Holographic palm interface. Echoeye with AR overlay. 200 year internal power supply. The works. Must have cost you a pretty penny."

Rhys slips his shirt back on as he nods, "Yeah, it definitely wasn't cheap. Cost my entire yearly bonus. I was eating instant noodles for months." He shudders at the phantom taste of noodle before looking Jack in the eye.

"It was worth it though. Without it I never would have met you."

~~~

"Hey cupcake, do you remember the time you first trusted me? When you let me into your subsystems?"

Rhys pauses from reviewing the contract and looks over at him. "Yeah, how could I ever forget? It's still the most terrifying, yet exhilarating, thing I've ever done."

"More terrifying than facing down a hoard of bandits and psychos in a race to the death?"

"Oh for sure. I didn't really have a choice. I could watch my friends die, or trust you. And let's be fair, your reputation preceded you. I mean, when you woke up, the first thing you tried to do was strangle me."

Jack couldn't help but grimace at the reminder. He'd never admit it out loud, but there was a lot he regretted about how he'd treated the kid in the early days.

"So why do you ask anyway?

Jack looked back down at the contract he was writing. "Just thinking about how far we've come, you and I. And this business deal were working on feels like that moment. For me it was pure exhilaration. It was then I knew that we could do anything, and I mean anything, if we worked together. We make an amazing team pumpkin."

Jack looked up to see the fond little smile the kid had. He was directing those at him more and more these days.

Jack clapped his hands together. "Alright, no more sappy shit or I'm gonna get a rash. Back to cracking skulls and writing loopholes."

"We're not cracking any skulls Jack."

"Hey, a man can dream can't he?"

~~~

"Wake up Jack. It's time to get up. Today's the big day!"

Jack rolled over and cracked an eye open. Ugh, he'd fallen asleep with the mask on again. Sometimes he wished he hadn't opted for it on his new body, but he just didn't feel like himself without it. The man before the mask was dead and gone, and he wasn't coming back. He was Handsome Jack now.

Rhys snapped him out of his introspection with a small shake to his shoulder. "Jack, come on. You gotta get up. The meeting's in an hour."

Right, the meeting. The most important one of his life. Jack was definitely awake now. As he sat up he realized he could smell greasy goodness wafting in from the kitchen.

Food was one thing he never took for granted anymore. Go for as long as he did without a sense of taste or smell, and you really learn to appreciate the little things.

He padded into the dining room and Rhysie turned and smiled at him.

"I know you were up late working on last minute revisions, so I made you breakfast. I hope bacon and eggs are alright. There's a pot of coffee brewing too."

Jack sat at the table and took it all in. Sometimes he couldn't believe this was his life. He never thought he'd be so domestic again.

"You're a godsend cupcake, you know that? I could just kiss you."

Rhys froze as he was plating the food, before setting it in front of Jack with a smile.

"I'm glad you like it. Now hurry up, we have a busy day"

Jack dug in gleefully. It was the best thing he'd ever tasted.

~~

"Looks like everything's in order. Pleasure doing business with you gentlemen. We'll talk again soon."

Rhysie turned towards him as the holo-call ended, business facade broken. The kid was downright giddy. It was contagious if he was being honest.

"We did it Jack! We really did it! I can't believe it!"

He thought the kid was gonna faint he was so hyped up. Instead he did something Jack never expected. He reached up, grapped his lapels, and pulled him foreward into a kiss.

Jack froze in shock, before melting into it. This was better than anything he'd ever imagined. Rhysie was a surprisingly good kisser. Finally they ran out of breath and pulled away.

"I can't tell you how long I've wanted to do that. Now just felt like the right time. We made this deal together Jack. Can you believe it? Hyperion is now the biggest company in the univer-

*CRASH*

Jack's eye flew left and right, searching for the source of the noise. He couldn't see anything though, and the mic wasn't picking up anything else. It must have just been more wreckage from Helios setting.

Jack hadn't seen another living soul since the crash. It'd been years, and he didn't want to think about how many more it could be.

That daydream was nice though. He wished it hadn't ended there. But he could always start over again. Wasn't like he had much else to do.

He flexed the arm again, trying to reach the eye, but it was a futile effort. Just like every other time. He couldn't help but look again at the scattered remains around him. The eye had long since rotted and fell to the ground. The bones were all he could really see. Everyday, reminded of his greatest mistake.

"God, I miss you Rhys..."

#handsome jack #rhys strongfork #tftbl #my writing #rhack

[quasi-normalcy]

I don't care about spoilers - what is the Borg Semen Hypothesis?

Alrighty, so, in the latest season of Star Trek: Picard, it turns out that Jean-Luc and Beverly have an adult son named Jack. Jack has something going on with him that they've been teasing for the last six episodes; something that makes him see weird, viscera-looking things and mysterious red doors, that causes his irises to light up red, that gives him improbable combat abilities and the ability to telepathically assume control of other people's bodies.

We know that what's going on with Jack is in some way related to Picard--in particular, to the brain abnormality that he had in "All Good Things," which it turns out, may not have been Irrumodic Syndrome after all, but which is also present in Jack's brain.

So the Borg Semen Hypothesis, in its most general form, goes something like this: the syndrome in Picard's brain is actually related to something that the Borg did to him when he was Locutus. This either altered him on a subtle genetic level or it left some residual Borg nanotech in his system that was passed onto his son. In some versions of the hypothesis, they speculate that the Borg, or even Locutus "himself*", might somehow be behind the Rogue Changelings, who are the main enemies this season.

The evidence for it, such as it is:

When Jack sees the viscera for the first time, he's looking at Seven of Nine (an ex-Borg)

Improbable combat abilities and glowing red eyes (after a fashion) have been exhibited by Borg drones

The ability to infiltrate other people's brains and take control of their bodies is basically what the Borg do (albeit cybernetically, rather than telepathically)

When Jack surrendered to the villain Vadic in episode 8, he said "There's no point resisting" (which is, of course, just a paraphrase of "Resistance is Futile")

When Vadic is about to tell him what he is, she says that it's appropriate that Seven should be on-hand for the big reveal

He notes having felt lonely for his entire life, which is generally how Borg get when they're severed from the Collective

Vadic asks him if he can hear "so many voices," which is of course another Borg thing

Everyone has been talking about Locutus all season long

The evidence against it:

It seems kinda dumb?

The Borg have never operated organically or telepathically before

The "Borg are behind the whole thing!" variant runs into the problem that the Borg really aren't well-known for their subtle planning or lateral thinking abillity

They introduced a whole, separate Borg Collective in the previous season that's allied with the Federation and they haven't mentioned it this year, so it seems kind of ridiculous to not involve them if they're bringing back the OG Borg (although not any more ridiculous than some of the other plotting decisions that this series has made)

So yeah: Borg Semen Hypothesis.

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*I really dislike this part of the theory, because the whole point of Locutus is that "he" isn't a person, he's a subroutine of the Borg hivemind

#long post #star trek picard #borg semen hypothesis #jack crusher #mystery box storytelling #spoilers

[silverskye13]

That xisuma fic was absolutely incredible! If you have any more specific headcanons about android!X I would love to hear them! The idea is amazing and you wrote it so well!

Hai-yo! I'm glad you liked the writing snippet! ^_^

Oh boy, headcanons. How dare you make me organize my thoughts! Let's see.

Android!X is a server that one day decided to stop running in the background. Where I think most of the hermits were "born" on a home world that they can return to, it's more like Xisuma goes into his own mind. Similarly, if someone were to plot a course in the universe to Xisuma's home world, they'd just end up standing in front of him. [I feel like this also means between seasons X just kinda floats like a spaceman in hyper sleep through the void, go you funky little robot go!]

His body is made of circuitry and nanobots? In a way that isn't in any way functional to real life. But it's like he's a beehive almost. He has a living, moving body, but it's built for finesse and life-like expression. That kind of detail needs constant maintenance, so he has a fleet of little drone nanobots constantly doing repairs.

On that note, I think metallic/cybernetic/redstone components don't respawn like organic matter does on death. If it takes damage, it has to be repaired. Hermits like Doc are only mildly hampered by this, since any time his mechanics break, only parts of him are out of commission. For X though, anything that doesn't kill him outright has to be repaired. His nanobots help this, especially with small bits of damage accrued throughout the day, but anything that does significant damage requires him to power down to focus on repair and rebuild, where his nanos can run rampant while he rests. [He's never not productive though. Normally he uses this time to catch up on writing memory transcripts and other general internal housekeeping.]

Android!X is functionally smart but because everything he's ever done has had to be coded, a lot of things slip between gaps in his logic. He's a very smart computer, but he's still a computer. Common sense things slip between the cracks because common sense on regular people is mostly pattern recognition and intuition. Xisuma's only intuition is something he's hand-written in a table in a file somewhere. If he's never had to write/code it, and it's unique enough to not show up in a basic dictionary/archive search, it's a blind spot for him. He can query and in a millisecond give you data facts about the deep dark and still forget that the clicking noise his thinking pattern makes would attract a Warden. This also means he sometimes has weird hang ups in social situations sometimes. Yeah sure, Etho and BDubs are having the same friendly debate from last week, but this time BDubs is 30% louder [possible difference in altercation severity?] and Etho is on hazardous ground [standing on scaffolding, increasing height, personal endangerment? Posturing? Intimidation technique?], which means this situation is actually totally different and he's never coded protocols for it. He's gotten pretty good at reading other people's reactions to gauge his own, but when he's alone, he sometimes has an error he's affectionately labeled a "social short circuit". Good thing they're all hermits and understand when he sometimes just... walks away from things.

Even X doesn't know where his emotions come from. He knows he can augment them [He has a database for complex feelings like "happy and also sad" and "lonely but content", as well as for tonally dissonant scenarios like "feel worried when Cleo says 'its fine'."] and he has on a handful of occasions been able to shut them down when he was too overwhelmed or in a tense situation. But he has no idea where the emotions originally came from, and his ability to control their intensity [and turning them off] is so non-existent it's nearly random.

Xisuma has been trying to code a way to feel pain for a long time. Most of the hermits think he's crazy when he talks about it, but he thinks it would cut back on a lot of his time spent on damage assessment. It's much easier to tell if something is broken if you can feel it break. Currently his only indication something is wrong is if a circuit is actively frying or something stops working -- or if his nanos sniff it out.

Xisuma doesn't eat, but he tells his friends he eats redstone. It cuts back on some of the unnecessary worry about his well-being. It also means when they think he's distressed, they leave him little gifts of redstone, and he finds that endearing.

Xisuma likes to dress up his cybernetics. It started out with trying new paint jobs and slowly escalated to building new body casings with fancy cosmetics. He's very proud of his bone mage cosplay. The little dragon helmet has glowy-eyes and smoke comes out of its nose and everything. Tango, Joe and Cleo like to help him design things, and he lets Doc and Grian go ham trying to stress test [ie ruthlessly destroy] the parts to make sure they're durable before he commits to a design.

And that's about all I've got for now I think!

#answering asks #the barking writer #xisuma #android!xisuma #robot!xisuma #savviathan #long post #longpost #woe! my headcanons be upon ye!

[ponyartistbrainiac]

Lore dump about Thunder Punch I typed up for the people who asked

He was a hero of the wasteland

When he was a foal he had a brother named Flint Lock they had a dad who was a sunnova bitch and after years of hurting him and his brother Thunder killed him while defending said brother which gave him his cutiemark (which stands for making tough decisions).

After a while his brother, who was a talented unicorn, started making special magic guns and bullets. With Thunder as the face they started to do heroic deeds in the wasteland that gained them a high reputation and many allies and they became known as "The Thunder Runners". Flint also made a special gun and coat for Thunder with a note that said "please be careful I only have one brother." A mare named Casey a marksman joined their group. After a while Flint retired after having a foal, leaving Thunder on his own to handle this group and things started to get wild. He came back to talk to flint and to ask him to return but he said he wouldn't he had a child now and Casey deserted both of them. This eventually ended in an argument which lead to a wrestling match between him and Thunder which he wasnt fit for. Thunder was a strong and hardened wastelander but Flint had been retired for a while ans grew soft. Thunder accidently broke his neck.

Sick with himself and the wasteland he so desperately wanted to change over time he started to get ideas on how to fix it .

He took down the local raider king and took over and raider activity dropped immensly.

For a while things where fine until he was approached by a very strong and very terrifying cybernetic alicorn that gave him an offer he couldnt refuse. If he wanted to keep his life. He was approached also by the general and she offered him a way to fix the wasteland forever by forcing the other settlements to become settlements of Treasure a massive city located in the Equestrian treasury.

Reluctently he accepted and this is where we came in.

He was forced to send his raiders to try to take over settlements and alot of them started to question his choices while others started to see him as some sort of god.

He took whatever prisoners they took and kept them as safe as he could while he continued.

He had some of the smarter raiders build massive machines so that he could take over a town known as Old Fork.

Our adventuring team went to stop him in the heart of his base. A massive military base in the mountains surrounded by "the flencing woods" where magic sandy winds whip so hard your skin would be torn off without alot of preparation and some magic casters.

Pretending to be his hired body guards we (and by we i actually mean the other half of my group I was in hackamore but thats a different story) made it to his chambers and he put a hoof on our Gunslingers shoulder and said "excuse me lil lady but are you the "body guards" I hired.

An enclave vertibuck appeared and started to wreck havoc.

He took her out back and told her to shoot down the vertibuck which she failed to do. It was then taken down by the cybernetic alicorn.

She then learned that Thunder Punch the killer of her father and the raider king himself, was infact her uncle.

She then tried to fight her uncle and just as she was about to lose she was saved by an arrow from one of Older Caseys friends named Ztev. We had run into them on the way while they where hunting down our Casey thinking she was an impersonator but instead she was her daughter lol wow.

We found out about his plans and met back up with our full party in old fork to stop an all out war.

A massacre is what we expected.

We also got his builders to join our side instead and they asked us to stop the machines but not destroy them because they could be used to build. (A dozer and a tank)

While we tried to stop him but one of us was captured (doctor scorp) and I stayed behind to help him.

As our team was leaving in old Caseys car they where chased by raiders on scrap motorcycles. As I was one that was left behind Silent Spring was panicking and Old Casey told her that Thunder was a reasonable man he wasn't a monster and her friends will be fine.

After waking Scorp Thunder tried talking to him about what was going on and I made my presence known.

I talked with Thunder and asked him why he wanted to kill so many people. He was confused and asked why we thought he would do that. Eventually he said he was going to use us as leverage to talk to his neice. Our gunslinger also known as Casey.

After I annoyed all the raiders he had guarding us so much they left I set myself and Scorp loose.

When we escaped the machine and got back to town. there where many fires but a magic flare shot to the sky ans a thunder storm started.

I "Shotglass the spy breezie" told Casey to just talk to her uncle.

Before leaving I told Thunder he was just a coward watching from his chair while his minions did all the work. He said "its a very comfy chair". An enclave vertibuck flew over and he landed on the wall and broke one of the guards necks with his bare hooves. We then realized the gravity of the situation.

Casey really wanted to kill him because he killed her dad.

She was so angry she sort of mislead some of us on his misdeeds even making some of us believe he took slaves which wasnt true. And he was forcing ponies to do evil things which was sort of true but they where gonna do evil things anyways just different more dangerous evil things.

He kept taking people alive because he wanted to talk to her but she wasnt having it. Including our witch abyssinian named Maneki which he knocked unconcious and carried around the battlefield to try to talk go his niece. Despite everything the machines never did much destruction to the town and minimal casualties happened to innocents thanks mostly to our party rallying the town to help us and providing alot of aid. And partially because Thunder didnt want a massacre but we didnt know that at the time.

We ended up having a showdown on the top of the church he was so fast that most of us couldnt touch him but he was holding back alot. Our sorcerer kirin Silent Spring started spamming magic missle until he was wittled down and the final blow to end the attack was done by Casey and Minty working together

After we finally defeated him she asked him why he killed her dad

Turns out it was an accident and he sort of fell into a path of self destruction because of it

He was helpless and cooperative and he seemed to be at peace with his impending doom. Pulling out a photo of Flint and Casey (our casey) to look at as Casey put her gun to his noodle after stripping him of everything.

The party questioned the morality of killing a helpless and cooperative stallion.

She put a bullet in his head despite the parties pleas

In the days after his death everyone who knew him which are pretty much all old hardened wasteland heros where extremely sad to hear it and his niece started to regret killing him. Her mothrr giving us an old lighter that simply read "Thunder Runners" etched into the silver. It was the name of his team of heros and his band of adopted misfits.

Old Casey didn't stay for the cremation she was incredibly sad.

We cremated him and she put his remains into whats basically a giant bullet

We where granted access to a massive high tech city called treasure afterwards for doing their dirty work and the raiders he kept at bay where now running wild and killing innocent people everywhere

We still wonder if killing him was the best decision

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smut headcanons for female v x johnny silverhand please? if you need an idea, maybe he catches a glimpse of her changing in the mirror and she teases johnny by stripping, etc. maybe she imagines what it would be like to feel his cybernetic hand? feel free to do anything though, i can't wait to see what you come up with! 😊

Oh boy my first request.

Alright I’ll try! Keep in mind this is my first smut request, so I might not be too astounding yet.

Fem V x Johnny Silverhand smut headcanons!

-V never really expected to get that close to the chip in her brain, but after about a month of getting to know each other, she began to realize that he was attractive. An endearing personality, good looks, and the fact they were stuck together 24/7 eventually led up to her getting a little bit of a crush.

-Johnny, being in her brain, quickly realized that crush. Of course, he made fun of her for every horny thought that went through her mind. However, after a bit of thought, he realized he was just as attracted to her.

-Johnny will talk to V while she’s masturbating. He’ll slowly and surely encourage her to a release.

-V caught Johnny standing behind her while she was changing in front of a mirror. Pretending not to notice him, she slowly took off her clothes until she was left in just a shirt and underwear.

-Johnny was half commanding her to take the rest of it off. Considering he can’t feel climax without her masturbating, he depends on what she does. Safe to say, he was basically begging her to go ahead and Jack off.

-Johnny is really into V praising him, since he didn’t get a lot from his former partners that was genuine. Tell him he’s doing a good job, and he’s a puddle on the floor.

-Johnny is also into hearing her thank him. He loves hearing her continuously praise and thank him while she’s climaxing.

-Johnny also likes it when V works her hands down her body. He wishes he could touch her with his own hands. He’s tried to convince V to get a metal hand cover.

-As soon as V climaxes, Johnny feels the same intensity. If it wasn’t good enough for him, he’ll ask for another round.

-V likes teasing him by taking up gigs or seeing friends so she doesn’t have time to masturbate. Johnny always ends up getting pent up and grumpy.

-Johnny’s favorite shirt on her is his old tank top paired with his dog tags. He’s asked her to wear it to bed multiple times, and she normally ends up doing it.

-When Johnny got control of the body, he didn’t know how female anatomy worked, so he tried sticking multiple things up or in both of her holes.

-Johnny also really likes touching her boobs when he gets the chance. Warm, round, and squishy.

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