ECHO IN THE BAD BATCH SEASON 2 TRAILER

☆ sleepover saturday ☆

i wanna talk to you guys a little, so come at me:

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have you ever..?

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BROWN EYES * TBB S2SPOILER

I’m on my phone and I don’t know how to put the line 😭 so that way y’all don’t have to see the spoiler

Regarding Techs goggles, I think that Hunter will give them to Phee. I think that them being on the run is too dangerous for them to get blown. Hopefully the marauder isn’t destroyed in the future.

She will put them away safely with the other treasures she’s saved. If Tech is truly dead, then it shows that at the end - Tech and Phee would have been together.

I miss my boy :(

Tbb if they were in high school

Wrecker: WHYS THE BUS ALWAYS LATE IM COLD

Crosshair: speak for yourself

Tech: it isn’t wreckers fault you’re a stick insect with no way to retain heat

Hunter: all of you shut up! *feels the ground* the bus is two streets over it’ll be here soon

Echo, who just joined the friend group: how does he do that??

"The kriff are these devils up to now...?" [WIP]

I COULD NOT WAIT ANY LONGER, THE SHADOWS ARE JUST A TEST, AND EVERYTHING IS ON FIRE BUT HERE'S A TASTE OF MY SWEET, SWEET ECHO WIP!! ENJOY!! 💗💋

Edit: the image is flipped :)). His tattoo says DO MI NO!! ♥

GORGEOUSLY WRITTEN🥵😭

Tech needed this.

Would love to see a part 2 👀

I Can Help With That***

Tech X F!Reader

word count: 3.9k

After fracturing his femur, Tech is in no way shape of form of carrying out difficult repairs. He just can’t help but get turned on seeing you getting your hands dirty for him.

warnings: NSFW 18+ only. Blowjob (tech receiving), swearing, praises, not established relationship, implied sex after, reader is female. No y/n. Not proofread.

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When the others aside from you and Tech ventured out, Hunter gave you strict and private orders to make sure that Tech stays resting.

Since his injury, it seemed that he was more than adamant to do everything he can. From trying to wedge himself under all the ships control panels to climbing onto the ships nose and inspecting the small scratches that crab-like creatures had left. For someone so smart, he can be very silly.

You give Hunter a thumbs up before they depart and you glance at Tech who was in the cockpit, injured leg resting up on the co-pilot's seat and had his face down in his datapad. Good, he’s not doing anything he shouldn't, which gives you enough space and time to tidy up around here.

It was not uncommon for the boys and Omega to be a little messy, maybe Echo being the least but it surprises you that Hunter never took the initiative to clean up too with his senses and all. Hm, maybe he’s gone nose blind.

Throwing things into a small waste bin that was tucked away under a control panel, you’re squishing it all down to make as much room as possible when you heard some loud clanging followed by some faint curses.

In a second you’re crossing the ship to see what the noise was and despair sits on your face to see Tech on the floor, tools around him with one of the chairs spinning round and round. “You okay down there?” You question, stopping the chair spinning with your foot as you watch him grunt, sitting himself up.

“It appears that I did not calculate how little balance I would have for standing on a chair.” He comments, craning his neck from side to side whilst adding a little pressure to his thigh and sighs.

Your eyes are wide in confusion. “Well what were you doing standing on the chair anywha? How many times do we have to say that you should not be doing this kind of stuff when your leg is still bad.” You shake your head at him but it doesn’t stop you from helping him up and making him sit on the chair opposite the one he was standing on.

“I am not happy with the ventilation in the ship's roof paneling.” Tech expresses, watching you look up to the vent he was trying to clearly ‘fix’.

Your hands rest on your hips and you look back at him with an amused expression. “Right… Does it actually need fixing though? Right this second?”

The Clone shifts a little under your scrutinised gaze but knows your questions are from a good intention. “Well, uh, no. I suppose not.”

“Then let’s not fracture your other femur, hm?” You crouch down to the floor and pick up his tools that were scattered around but glance up when he tsks. “What?”

“I am at a position of displeasure with the control circuit being open and on display but due to me falling, I didn’t have time to finish my operation.”

Supposedly Tech’s foolish need for fixing things that aren’t broken is stemming from his boredom of staying out of missions. You felt bad and although he would not admit that he was doing this just out of boredom, perhaps you could help him?

“Oh. Well,” you stand back to your full height, a small spanner in your hand and look at the work ahead, “perhaps I could give it a go?”

You weren’t looking at him but Tech’s face was almost comical and a little disbelieving. “I appreciate you trying to help but respectfully, I do not think you are well versed in this kind of thing.”

“I’ll have you know that I am quite good. According to Echo anyway.” You shrug. Tech raises a brow, not aware that Echo has been having help with his ship from you. Then again, nothing seemed to be wrong with the ship fatally so maybe you weren’t having him on. “I’ve been known to be good with a screw.”

Tech chokes on air at your seemingly innocent words, making you look at him with a dubious glance. “You okay?”

“Y-yes I’m fine,” he clears his throat, wondering where that initial surprise came from, “I did not know that mechanics was your calling, so to speak.”

You did wonder why he reacted that way or maybe he was just clearly choking on air - you’ve definitely done it before but Tech doing it? Odd. You shrug it off anyway.

“I suppose only recently I got inspired. Anyway, you gonna help me up?” You move to the chair Tech was previously standing on, carefully placing one foot on the seat and then looking back at him.

“I do not think this is a good idea.” He scratches the back of his neck and you scoff.

“Oh come on, trust me?” You stick your arm out to him, gesturing for help and reluctantly he stands, limps towards you and holds you steady as you clamber onto the chair.

It’s a little precarious but once you found your footing, you steadied yourself and were able to just about reach the circuit. “Kriff, why couldn’t it be on the wall or something other than up here?”

“That is because the ship was designed this way, to enhance maximum capacity though I do see the predicament.” He keeps a hold of the back of the chair, making sure it doesn’t spin round with you on it. “Perhaps I could rewire it so we do not have to do this again.”

“Erm, one thing at a time.” You say with a short laugh, placing a small spanner between your lips as you inspect what it was Tech was up to. By the looks of it, he was trying to filter the airflow which was quite an odd and specific thing to do. When you questioned him about it, his answer surprised you.

“Well, I overheard you complaining that the environment was a little bit too stuffy and uncomfortable. So I figured that if I altered the airflow, our respiratory systems would benefit from somewhat cleaner air.”

You paused to look down at Tech who seemed to look a little more flushed at his confession. “You were doing this for me?”

He staggers a breath, not wanting to slip when it came to his strong feelings for you - something that had been blossoming for many weeks now. “Yes but also for the others as it would be beneficial for us all.” He clears it up, looking everywhere than up at you.

“Oh, well thank you.” You said, speech a little muffled due to the handy tool in your mouth before turning back to the work ahwad, trying to avoid the blush creeping up your neck. “Are you still okay holding me steady?”

“Of course.” For an odd moment, Tech panics. His hands leave the back of the chair and you have to suppress the gasp caught in your throat as his hands grip onto your waist.

“O-oh I meant the chair? And because of your leg.” You gush, pulling the spanner out from your mouth as you look down at him, seeing his eyes widen at his mistake.

He swallows the saliva that piled up in his throat. “My mistake.” His hands leave your body and truthfully you miss the touch of them but you weren’t going to make it any more awkward.

“Not a problem, I think I see what I need to do. Is there a socket spanner I can use?” You stick down one hand, knowing full well Tech must have one on him.

“I’m impressed that you know which tools are needed,” he says with a small smile but there’s a small wave of jealousy, “did Echo teach you?”

You hummed in slight amusement, a little timid at your confession when you say, ‘No.. I actually learned from you.”

He pauses, raising a brow. “I don’t recall us having a session where I teached you?”

You twist a bolt, finding your way to the minuscule fans as you try to come up with a reason as to how you know what to do without it sounding weird.

“Well, sometimes I watch you when you work and you tend to explain what you’re doing without realising.” You come up with, supposedly better than saying ‘I like to watch you’.

“I see.” He feels his heart leap a little for joy, glad to know that his ramblings don't necessarily go unnoticed. “And do you feel confident?”

You let out a small grunt, one of the bolts a little too tight which in your position on a swivel chair was quite hazardous but you trusted Tech to keep you safe. “A little, but I am not as good as you.”

He looks up at you, seeing you gaze down at him as you pass him a compliment but then you winked. And his whole state faltered.

His eyes widen behind those wonderful yellow goggles, you compliment as well as the wink whether it being friendly or flirtatious he wasn’t sure but it was enough to make his knees tremble. “My intelligence is merely biological, I-I am naturally intelligent about this.”

The stutter is new and rather cute. Why was he being so modest all of a sudden? You pondered questioning him about it but decided to leave it as you just managed to unscrew one of the bolts which gave you enough time to scan the fans over. “Hmm, am I right in guessing they need to be twisted at 90 degrees?”

“Most likely. But it is rather hard to tell from being down here.” He comments, making you roll your eyes playfully.

“Better than you being up here and falling… again.” You jest back, tone laced with playfulness but find yourself cursing as the spanner falls from your fingers and clatters on the steel floor. “Shoot. Sorry, are you okay to pass me that please?”

Tech’s eyes travel down to where the spanner dropped. “I can but I may have to let go of the chair. Can you steady yourself?”

He gives yoh a moment, allowing you to place you to grin onto the vent itself, spread your legs a little more for more balance but giving him the go ahead. “Okay I think I’m steady, go ahead.”

Carefully, without any sudden movement he lets go, pausing to make sure you are fine before he nimbly bends over to grab the tool. However as he picks it up, he casts a quick gaze up at you and his eyes prematurely roam your body. He couldn’t help it as it was hard to miss but when his eyes landed on your arse, he bites his tongue from a groan threatening to spill. He had thought you to be pretty, beautiful in fact to be sure but your physique was rather marvelous to admire too.

“You got it? I’m a little nervous up here Tech.” Your words snap him out of his almost dribbling gaze, shaking the thoughts away as he quickly recovers himself and passes the tool back up to you.

From then on he’s a little quiet, giving you the odd advice if you question anything but it all seemed to come together. Though, you noticed his silence and frown. “You got something on your mind, Tech?”

Tech has been trying to avoid looking up at you as all he can focus on now is the silhouette of your body. But if you’re talking to him, he feels obliged to look. He tries to crane his neck up as far as he can but his eyes trained on your neck, seeing the sweat glisten on your soft skin he had so often thought about kissing.

The way you were working was such a turn on that he was cursing at the fact he wasn’t wearing his armor to cover his crotch. Then again, he seemed to have gotten rid of that bit anyway. “Thoughts are always circulating in my mind but to give you a definitive answer is impossible. My mind,” he sucks in a deep breath, eyes lingering a little too long on your body that when you reach up, your shirt goes up with it, “a bit of a blur at the minute.” He grunts, eyes trailing over the skin of your stomach and accidentally at the underside of your bra.

“Well,” you say with a small smile, not noticing how Tech was currently sweating under his collar, “I am done now.”

Tech starts to help you down but with one small slip, the chair spins frantically from under you which almost sent you crashing to the floor. Luckily Tech had grabbed you, arms wrapping around your waist to keep you up securely as he tried his best to ignore the throbbing pain in his femur again.

“Kriff, that was close!” You say a little breathlessly, eyes wide as your hands rest on his shoulders. “You got me?”

“Always.”

For some reason his single and simple word meant more to you than you think he anticipated. You liked Tech, quite a lot and thought of him always having your back and being your aid sent a warmth through you. When your feet are planted firmly on the ground, you pull back from him with a toothy grin. “That was sweet of you.”

He pushed his goggles further up his nose, trying to shake out his flustered trance on you. “What was?”

You point up towards the now fixed vent and could already feel the benefits of the traveling air throughout the ship. Which was a good job because you had glanced down briefly to see if anything was on the floor when your eyes landed on his unmissable length in his pants that sucked all the air out of you.

Tech hisses a touch, his leg aching once more and sits back down. “You okay?” You ask, trying to play off the fact that you had just seen Tech’s boner which by the looks of it as he crossed his legs, was trying to hide.

He stares up at you and nods quickly, clearing his throat as he begins to ramble and truthfully? You weren't too sure what he was rambling about. He was using long words that you didn’t quite understand but the sight of his length against his blue pants was ingrained in your mind that you couldn’t help but ask, “Is there anything else I can do for you?”

Silence then fills the ship, his mouth partly open as he stops his incoherent mouth from running. For a second he swore he saw you glance down at his crotch but due to the lighting of the ship it was hard to tell. Hm, maybe that could be altered next?

“Tech,” you say again softly but there’s something in your eyes as you take a smaller step towards him, making him crane his neck up to look at you once again, “is there anything else…” your breath shudders a little, your nerves growing but you were fairly confident that what you saw was real and most likely about you, “I can help you with?”

Tech couldn’t process anything at that second, knowing that you had definitely seen his deceiving ache between his legs for you. “C-cyare, I can explain.”

“‘Cyare’ am I now? That’s new.” There’s humor in your tone but also a hint of lust but Tech was a little bit too preoccupied to even notice the change in your tone.

His fists are clenched tightly as he begins to unload reasons as to why he had a boner at this particular time and in all honesty, it was rather cute seeing such an intelligent and unfazed man becoming a flustered mess.

“Naturally, I found myself becoming rather enraptured whilst watching you at work.”

He won’t even look at you.

“You have always been someone I found rather endearing to look at as you are a fairly, no - rather attractive female.”

His face is turning red.

“I figure someone as attractive as you is probably repulsed that someone like me has taken advantage of an innocent and caring situation. Please let me first of all apologise that I found myself getting arou-.”

He is so adorably foolish.

“Tech, stop.” You shush him, taking a step closer until there’s practically no gap between you. He goes to speak up again but words fail him as you slowly drop to your knees, a gentle hand riding over his thigh and helping him uncross his legs, spreading them a little so you could sandwich yourself in between.

“You’re adorable, Tech. I really, really want to help you.” Your voice is a gentle whisper now, head tilting to the side until it’s resting upon his stiff thigh. Ever so carefully, both hands graze over his legs until your fingers just trace over the semi in his pants which causes him to flinch but not at all refuse your touch.

“Oh mesh’la,” he breathes, biting down on his fist as he gazes at you teasing him, “y-you don’t have to do this for me.”

“No,” you smile at him with your eyes, seeing him slouch further into the chair as your fingers begin to tease over the fastenings of his pants before you popped a button, “but I want to.”

Tech looks down at you, eyes unfocused, breath shallow, making those noises. His cock behind his pants is starting to complain already, feeling himself stiffen at the sight of you starting to tug at his pants to get them off.

Pleasantly he lifts his hips, allowing his pants to slide straight down to his ankles, kicking them away as you stare in awe at his fully erect member. Kriff, he looks delicious.

You begin to gently grip a hand around the base of Tech’s cock which causes him to squirm, breath hitching in anticipation. Feeling yourself get aroused too, your eyes risk a glance up and lock on to him as you give an experimental lick.

Instantly his hips buck at the contact and there are those sounds again. Tech is practically begging for you which was such a shock to see. How long has it been since this kind of tension was released?

“Darling please, I need your mouth.” He groans, tilting his head back as you pump against his long cock slowly. Being the kind soul you were, you complied - wrapping your lips around the head of his cock.

"Fuck," Tech groans, palms flexing by his sides like he doesn't quite know what to do with them. Slowly, you take him in further, bit by bit, small sucks and a little bit of tongue. It was the first time you heard Tech swear and it set a fire inside your belly; he sounds gorgeous. He also looks gorgeous as he unravels in front of you.

“Do you like this? My mouth on your cock?” You tantalise, pulling away for a short breather but keep your hand moving against him as he nods frantically. He speaks in mando’a, obvious obscenities that he didn’t want you to hear but you knew he was loving every second.

You grip his cock tighter, moving it gently in time with your warm mouth. Tech is panting, a string of nonsense and cursing amidst moans pouring from his lips repetitively. “Have you, uhhh fuck, done this before?”

Looking up at him from between his legs, cock in your mouth you smirk. “That good, huh?”

“Perfect. You clearly have…” he trails off, eyes blown wide with lust as you take him all the way in, tip hitting the back of your throat like it was nothing, “expertise.” He gasps.

You giggle, sending vibrations against him before pulling away with a pop and small saliva trail. “Why don’t you play with my hair, Tech?” You look to his hands, finally without something to hold that made him look a little helpless.

“Sure,” he rasps, reaching towards your head as his fingers play through your hair before grabbing it in a small scrunch as you allow him to guide your head back to his cock, “keep sucking pretty girl.” He purrs and you obey without a second glance.

Sucking harder, your tongue swirls around his cock in all the places Tech is growing to adore. He is holding onto your hair securely, but not too rough as he can see the pleasure you get from him taking control of the situation. You’re moaning against his length, eyes fluttering closed as a mix of juices dance in your mouth.

“You’ve needed this haven’t you?” You gasp, licking down his shaft and towards his balls that you place an experimental kiss to. “You have been so tense, Tech. Always want to look after you.”

He sighs heavenly, head tilting to the side as you begin to suck on his sensitive balls whilst stroking his cock. “You’re not wrong, cyare. Ooh, right there. Good girl.”

His praises made your pussy throb but this was about him, all your attention focusing purely on the mewling man in front of you.

Moving back to his cock, you groan a little around him causing Tech to make the most obscene noises now, his hand clutching at your hair like a lifeline. You work your hand and tongue harder, faster, more persistent all the more he hears the Clones groans getting louder and more desperate. He’s shaking all over, things bouncing up and down and it might just be the hottest thing you’ve ever witnessed.

You’re working at his cock for maybe just a minute when he begins to moan: “Kark, fuck, I'm gonna-.” He is saying your name over and over as his hips snap upwards once, twice and three times as his cock slams into the back of your throat until he's cumming in hot spurts.

Swallowing everything he has to offer, your heart pangs a little as Tech mumbles soft and frantic apologies. “I should have asked mesh’la,” he sighs but there was no denying that the feeling of cumming in your mouth was long overdue.

“Hush honey,” you pull your mouth away, wiping the corner of your mouth and placing a soft kiss to his thigh, “I didn’t mind.”

“Are you sure?” His hand that is now in your hair is playing with it softly, moving the sweaty bits out of the way as he gazes at you longingly.

“Positive.” Getting up off your knees, legs cramping just a bit you smile in slight amusement to see that his cock was still hard. “Looks like I didn’t help you out as much as I would’ve liked.” You nod towards his throbbing length and he flushed with embarrassment.

“Yes, despite my ejaculation I am still rather aroused at what has just occurred. Mainly because I am in the presence of a beautiful soul.” You melt at his words and think for a second. The others did say that they wouldn’t be back for a while…

You reach out a hand to him and carefully pull him up to his feet. He staggers a little but watches you with piqued interest as you lean towards his ear and kiss along his jaw. “Maybe you could help me with something?”

He’s melting at your words and without a thought, he grabs you by the hand and drags you towards the bunks. He may still have a fractured femur but that isn’t going to stop this man from fucking you into the next star system.

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THIS FIC NEEDS TO BE FOUND AND READ 😭😭😭

you guys, I need help finding a fic! I'm not sure if it was on here or AO3, but I remember there being a oneshot about Fives and Echo babysitting little Leia after the war. It was an AU where everything turned out fine, no order 66, but I think Echo still had his prostheses. Echo and Fives had moved into an apartment on Coruscant as roomies, and had finally won the raffle to take care of General Skywalker's kids. And little Leia manages to sneak off and breaks into the neighbor's apartment via the connected patio. It was an Echo x reader fic too, where the reader is the neighbor, if that helps!

*Fives entered Echo’s body in this moment*

The Professor's Crush

Follow up to this wee story. Might be more installments. Do not know.

No content warnings (for now!)

Word Count: 1.2k

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Looking after Omega on missions didn’t last long. The Marauder doesn’t need the extra weight, Hunter said. Our missions are very dangerous, Tech added. We cannot in good conscious put an untrained individual in such circumstances.

Little Omega still went every time because even a skinny maybe-teenager was tougher than a university professor who’d spent with her nose in books and art. With nowhere to go and no one to go to, the Trandoshan woman who seemed to be their employer took you in, allowing you to work as a bartender and waitress in her cantina and provide a place to sleep.

Since she was doing a favor, you’d agreed to work for tips rather than a wage. However, Cid was very skilled at keeping tabs and quickly accounted the debt for her hospitality. Half of the tips were taken for what she called your upkeep, which was a narrow, threadbare cot in a supply closet and a meager, self-cooking dehydrated meal twice a day.

When they were around, one or two of the boys would often ask to join the daily stroll and insist on sampling snacks together from this or that place, giving a reprieve from Cid and the cantina. It was obvious they were living hand to mouth as well and you were so grateful for what they were able to share.

In these walks, their varied personalities slowly became known.

Hunter was usually exuded a mix of annoyance and concern while pointing out what was a potential danger and how to avoid it. Wrecker and Omega always joined together and were excited about everything. Tech shared facts about things and species encountered along the way. He was extremely helpful in acclimating to Ord Mantell and never seemed to mind your questions, often appearing eager to answer and engage in a discussion. Surprisingly, you and Tech were becoming friends.

Echo spoke quietly. He’d ask about your work at the university or the books you’d written and the art you’d made. You’d steer him to something interesting that had been discovered or something you found unexpectedly beautiful in this harsh place.

His presence was the most comforting and, as time went on, the time together felt more like dates even though it was simply friends out for a walk. That thought was pushed out of mind every time it swam up, which was becoming more frequent. Still, your gaze lingered along the curves of his face and plush lips and eyes that felt like an endless, warm lake.

You wanted so badly to ask what had happened to give him robotic limbs and the rivets. But his wide golden-brown eyes often looked so morose, and you couldn’t bear the thought of asking him to relive it just to indulge curiosity.

You were falling - had fallen - for Echo.

*

“How about a bet?”

The man smiled lasciviously while shuffling cards, eyes sliding down the embarrassingly low-cut neckline of your halter top. Business had been slow in the cantina today and tips were so few that after Cid took her cut, you may as well be left with nothing. Flirting usually got a few extra credits out of guys like this.

“Hmm,” you mused, dropping your elbows to the bar and leaning forward to give him a good look, pretending to consider the proposal. “What do I get if I win?”

“Every credit I have on me,” he said.

“Which is only enough for half a carton of Martell Mix, I’m sure.”

“A lot more than that, girlie,” he grinned, reaching out to run a finger along your bare shoulder. “And if I win—"

“Her shift is over. I’ll take it from here,” Cid interrupted. How could such a lumbering person sneak up so quietly? “If you’re looking for a card game and a bet, I’ll take you up on that.”

The man’s jaw clenched, narrowed eyes flicking over to skate up and down your form. He slammed credits on the bar and left, grumbling.

“Cid, how am I supposed to save anything to get out of here if my tips keep getting poached?”

“Find a hustle like everyone else.” She crossed her arms. “But if that’s the hustle . . . I don’t want people thinking this is a house of ill repute, if you catch my meaning.”

“It was just flirting and an eye-full,” you snapped. “Nothing would have happened.”

She let out a heavy sigh and shake of the head.

“Ord Mantell isn’t a safe place. Who knows what’s following when you go for those little walks. I don’t care, but for some reason Omega and the boys like you,” she pointed out. “They make me a lot of dough and I’m not gonna risk losing that because some hoity-toity twit got jumped on my watch.”

*

Echo had joined in your daily walk again and you were both seated in the windowsill of the secluded little alcove that had been found together that gave a lovely view of sunrise and sunset or the night sky. A place you never shared with his brothers or sister.

He’d been silent during tonight’s walk, fidgeting with a datapad. Still silent in this place you saved for him.

“I’d like to talk with you about this,” he finally said, handing over the datapad.

You gasped.

It was one of your books.

“Echo . . . you read this?”

“Yes.” The quickest fleeting smile whispered along his face. The first you’d ever seen. “And I have some notes.”

*

“We should head back,” Echo said after a bracing discussion of the book. It felt so good to defend your work again and engage in good-natured, animated debate. It took effort to not be distracted by the way his hand would go to his forehead or his brow would furrow. In the end, it came to a friendly disagreement to be let go.

Honestly, you knew that book sucked.

Echo rose and took your hand to help you up from the windowsill. The help wasn’t needed but the act was sweet and no one had ever done it before.

Both stood unmoving, hand in hand, looking everywhere except each other. You couldn’t take it anymore.

“Echo?”

He looked down, eyes meeting yours. Stars, his eyes were so deep and held the thousand stories that had brought him here to this moment. To you.

Tentatively, you brought a hand to his face and paused before making contact.

“Is this alright?”

He nodded.

You cupped his cheek and felt a pang of sadness at his shudder upon your touch. His left arm ghosted along your back to settle in the middle, unsure of going further. Self-conscious about the cybernetic arm. Self-conscious about all his cybernetics.

You were unbothered and guided the cybernetic arm to encircle your waist then wrapped yours around him and fell into his chest, feeling every rivet and wanting to relieve him of all his troubles. After a few minutes and still locked in each other’s arms, you pulled back to look at him. He angled his face down to yours so close.

“Is this alright?” he asked, lips so nearly brushing yours.

“Yes.”

The kiss.

Note: Ok I still haven’t read the newest chapter of Captain’s Log because I want conditions to be PERFECT for my read lol

But I would like to humbly submit this thot:

The 501st come back to Coruscant for some much needed R&R. The boys are once again planning some shenanigans at 79’s. They invite Rex, but nobody is surprised when he declines their invitation to file paperwork and get a good night’s rest. Of course, they give him a hard time - booing him playfully and making fun of his inability to have fun.

What they don’t know is that Rex’d been secretly seeing a Holonet News staffer for months. After shaking them off, he sprints to your apartment, comming you on the way there. The lift ride up your high rise feels like a lifetime.

As soon as he rings your bell and your door swishes open, he throws off his helmet to kiss you hungrily. He backs you into a wall, grabbing fistfuls of your ass and kneading your breast as you moan into his mouth. He’d thought about you the whole campaign and he can’t help his desperation after the long trip back to the Triple Zero.

And it’s not like you don’t feel the same. Because you’re pawing at his chest, hands roaming frantically, trying to find the damn clasps. You both stumble into the bedroom, lips only parting to shed pieces of clothing. There’s no time to turn off the lights and set the mood. As soon as you’re both naked, he’s pressing you up against the wall and lifting you up by your thighs, fucking up into you as his hands and hips pin you in place.

Meanwhile, Fives and Echo are crammed into an air taxi with Kix, but they’re stuck in some bullshit traffic, arguing about whether or not they should have taken the train. then Fives goes quiet and his eyes are just wide and Echo is like “what are you looking at??”

he and Kix follow his line of sight to an apartment building. The lit room is like an exhibit against the backdrop of darkness and they can all clearly see two people fucking.

“Holy karking shit — is that…Rex?!”

B EIDICIWIDIE EX FUCKING CUSE ME nndkxisixiwiaie THIS IS LITERALLY ONE OF MY BIGGEST FANTASIES/KINKS IM GOING TO FAINT !!!!

whoops I wrote more:

Your entire front is pressed against the transparisteel window of your room, knowing full well anyone passing by could see you both. Your apartment isn’t that far from the transport lanes below and at this time of day, the suns setting and the waning light of dusk illuminates every single thing that could be going on inside.

Rex’s fists are in your hair, pulling your face back enough for him to watch your expressions with every ruthless snap of his hips. Both of you had gone too long without seeing each other between his long missions and your long nights at Holonet News headquarters. So that ultimately led to how you were now, absolutely tearing into each other passionately.

You were whining and whimpering and calling his name louder with each thrust, the throbbing width of him hitting a spot so deep inside your guts it made you see stars. “Rex…more. More. Please. Harder. I can take it. Please.” You begged, tears of ecstasy dripping down your cheeks as the overwhelming feeling of erotic delight coursed through you.

His fist in your hair maneuvered your head back and onto his shoulder, the center of his broad, powerful hips driving himself upward to split you open more. “I know you can. Ner mesh’la…such a good girl. You must look so fucking good out that window. Turn back around. Show the whole planet how pretty you are when I’m fucking you.” He grunted, pressing his palm between your shoulder blades to push your breasts against the window.

He buried his face in your neck and nipped and sucked deep purple hickies all along the skin, smoothing over each one with his fingertips curling a possessive grip around you now. You smiled and giggled in delight as the swell of pleasure rushed to your core to meet his thrusts, a cascading, warm tingling overwhelming your insides. “So good Rex. You’re so good. I love it. I love when you fuck me…want everyone to see how much…” you mutter, the words catching in your throat as his last jerk into your pussy took your breath away.

“That’s right. Proud of how good my girl takes her Captain. Just want to show you off. Nobody takes my cock better than you, mesh’la. I can’t stop thinking about how you feel. The whole..fuck- the whole fucking mission..stars you’re so tight…” He tossed his head back and moaned, his hands sliding down to lift your leg and plow in harder.

Suddenly, your eyes locked with a familiar sight you absolutely weren’t expecting. 501st blue. Men you recognized. Rex’s men. You slammed your palm on the window to get Rex’s attention and pointed to where Fives, Kix and Echo were staring with jaws dropped up in disbelief at their Captain balls deep in a display so lewd even they couldn’t imagine it. “Rex…they can see us. Your-” you close your eyes and moan illicitly as his pounding cock hits a particularly sensitive spot in you and sends molten pleasure rocketing through your core. “Rex- your men! Should we stop?” You offered, turning to look over your shoulder at him.

His eyes were wild, pupils dark and lids heavy with lust. A dark, determined and almost ferocious scowl deepened on his face and he smirked back at you. Suddenly, his face was directly beside yours, one arm circling around your waist as he positioned your hips perfectly to rub your clit between his fingers. “Never. Give them a show, mesh’la. You’re mine and now they’ll know it. So let’s show them how only a Captain can make you come this good.” He growled, a final snap of his hips making your throbbing walls collapse around him.

The blinding heat of arousal exploded in your belly as you turned to meet the gaze of men that would never in a million years guess their Captain was capable of something this lascivious. Your mouth dropped open in pleasure as Rex’s name spilled out loud enough to be heard over any of the transport lane traffic passing by below. The numbing sensation washed over you and made all the muscles in your body tense under Rex’s overwhelming touch. His hands held you against the glass, his chest pressed into your spine as he thrust one, two, three times more. You writhed under him as your vision went spotty but your eyes stayed open to watch his men drooling over you in utter disbelief.

You could feel his cock twitch in your wall’s vice grip, warm spurts of his own sticky release filling up the empty space eagerly awaiting his return from his last tour of duty. Your fluttering walls coaxed every last drop of him inside you and you felt him shake violently before resting his head on your shoulder in exhaustion. He panted softly, ghosting gentle kisses along your shoulder and tangling his fingers with yours on the window.

He giggled in satisfaction, giving his boys still blinking up in shock at us from their taxi a mock salute. “Look at them. Bunch of jealous di’kuts. I’m putting them on desk duty tomorrow for staring at you too long.” He lifted his head, the warm, loving brown eyes sparkling with pride and happiness now that he’d spent all his energy with exactly the person he needed.

You leaned in and kissed him passionately, your hand resting on the side of his cheek. “Don’t be too hard on them, Rex. I think they’re just surprised by how you’re spending your shore leave.” You giggled, massaging away the cute grumpy angry scowl on his brow now. “You’re just not as by the book as they thought. And that’s good. That’s what makes you such a respectable and…talented Captain.”

Later on, when Rex gets back to barracks with you in tow, Fives, Kix and Echo can barely make eye contact. Rex stops in front them and demands they stand at attention. “I think we can all be mature here and…keep this under wraps.”

“I’d hope you kept it wrapped.” Kix said raising his brows suggestively and trying desperately to keep a straight face.

Echo snorted, closing his eyes to keep from bursting into laughter.

“Hey! Uncalled for…” Rex countered, pointing a scolding finger at Kix.

“What’s gotten into you, Captain?” Echo asked, taking a deep breath and trying to swallow down the hysterical laughter.

“Oh we know exactly what, well- who he’s been getting into.” Fives quipped, finally making the other two lose it with laughter.

You looked at Rex, his face blushing 10 shades redder than usual and you leaned your head on his shoulder. He ran his palm down his face, totally unamused by the three clowns he had to manage.

You giggled and kissed his cheek, “don’t worry, baby. After what they’re going to hear from us later tonight, we’ll see just who’s laughing. They’ll be begging you for pointers, Rex.”

The three men shut up as you dragged Rex by the hand back toward his barracks for more.

Meat: 2 or 3. I like medium rare meat in general. I’m not a fan of steak though.

Toast: 3 and 4. I like putting butter on my bread and roasting it <3 I would dip them in Hot Coco

Coffee: not much of a coffee drinker. I would say C or D - I love dunking in French Vanilla cream, milk, and sugar !

this is going around twitter and i thought it'd be a fun little thing to bond over

in the tags as usual