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Now this is an Echo prompt I can write… 🙈 Apparently I am all about soft Echo right now. 🥲 So this was more fluffy than spicy, but hopefully it’s a pleasant read! 💕

Echo x GN!Reader - 411 words - suggestive but SFW?

You couldn’t bring yourself to leave the refresher. You felt so self-conscious, so absolutely ridiculous… you’d promised Echo a lil something special to celebrate your anniversary together, but as you studied your scantily-clad form in the mirror, all you could hear were negative thoughts. Pulling on a robe, you resigned, defeated, and headed out to the living room where you’d told him to wait for you. He met you with a smile, as always, looking up from his scomp with an almost bashful expression. All this time and he still had self doubt. It warmed your heart, actually, to realize he shared your struggle in a way, and you snuggled up next to him, pressing yourself against metal and flesh alike under his thin loungewear.

“I’m sorry…” you admitted, “I had this cute outfit but… I just can’t… I look gross.”

He leaned away slightly, just enough to be able to see your face, cupping it gently with his hand. “I thought we agreed not to hate on ourselves,” he said quietly, pressing a kiss to your temple.

“We did… I just… had something different in mind.”

“I did too,” he soothed, words holding more meaning than just the current situation.

You chuckled dryly, opening your mouth to respond, but his lips covered yours immediately, his body revealing his desire as he pressed into you. Kisses deepened, tongues caressing each other and teeth dragging across lips, then he moved to your neck, sucking and nibbling so suggestively that you felt an immediate tingle between your legs. His hot breath reached your collarbone, and with an inquisitive glance to you, he began sliding the robe off your shoulders. Pushing back the hollering voices in your head about all your doubts, you shrugged it off, revealing your outfit and all your flaws along with it. His pale golden eyes dropped, taking it all in with the softest, most worshipful expression, before he looked back up to your face.

“That is the most attractive thing I have ever seen in my life,” he said, voice cracking with unexpected emotion. He ghosted a hand across you, reverently, slowly, then ran it gently down your arm.

“I appreciate that, but…”

“If you won’t listen to my words, listen to this,” he interrupted, husky with desire. He scooped his arms around you, careful as always with his metal parts, and laid you back on the couch to lavish you with affection and cover you with his love.

I saw this one on Twitter the night season 2 was released; and I laughed so hard that people told me to go to sleep 🧍🏽‍♀️

It’s too funny 😂

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UNDERSTANDING ──── echo.

summary: in the middle of the night, echo finds you, hurt and exhausted and in need of an apology. with the prompt "you want a bite?" / requests are closed!

pairing: arc trooper echo x reader

word count: 1.6k

warnings: none! just a sprinkling of angst and grief.

a/n: so…. i kinda went crazy with this one….... it's a bit angsty but i hope you like it anyway! to me, this prompt felt like it would be awkward, maybe used as a way of proposing a truce, or a peace offering. also, i listened to “waves” by chloe moriondo while writing this!

You’re not sure what to think of Echo.

Most of the time, he’s quiet. When he does speak, it’s usually to enforce a rule, remind the group of their current plan, or to keep Wrecker in check.

Officially, Hunter is the group leader; ever since Clone Force 99 accepted you into their squad, that much has been clear.

You’re the only non-clone—or “natborn” as the others refer to you—living on the Marauder. It’s been several months since you saved Omega from bounty hunters on your home planet of Pantora, and now, you’re as much a part of the Bad Batch as anyone else.

Except, you’re not a batcher. Not really.

Despite how much you care for your squadmates, it’s easy to feel separated from them at times. Easy to feel different.

Most of the others have picked up on this by now, and often go to great lengths to make you feel like one of them.

Not Echo, though. He seems wary of you, and you’re not sure why. Once, you brought it up to Tech, who simply waved you off with one of his shrewd, knowledge-filled comments. “You are new here, you know. Some people are simply slower to open up than others.”

You, however, know that’s not the case. You’ve seen Echo with his brothers, and with Omega. He can be kind, and funny, and even angry. But to you… to you, he’s nothing but quiet.

For some time, you tried your hardest to be yourself around him—to crack your usual sarcastic jokes at his expense, to be friendly, like you are with the others. But the constant avoidance and clipped answers leave you increasingly confused and hurt.

So you withdrew from him, too.

It still bothers you, sometimes. But you’ve learned to brush it off.

Now, you sit in the cockpit, feet resting against the control panel. A ration bar—one of the good ones—rests in your hand. Every so often, as you watch the blue glow of hyperspace streak past the viewport, you take a bite of the ration bar.

You’re on first watch. Someone has to stay in the cockpit to oversee the ship’s journey back to Ord Mantell—and, since you still can’t fall asleep in hyperspace, you keep volunteering for the job. The cockpit is mostly dark. All the lights are off, and the viewport is dimmed. Anything brighter reminds you of how sleep-deprived you are, and so you’re content to sit in the blue gloom.

Leaning your head against the headrest of the pilot’s chair, you close your eyes. Your entire body feels heavy with exhaustion, but every time you try to drift off, the rumbling of the ship’s hyperdrive jerks you awake.

The sound of footsteps startles you. You open your eyes, leaning around the back of the chair to inspect what little part of the ship’s corridor you can see. You can hear the sounds of someone moving around by the small common area, but you can’t tell who it is.

Tech’s probably experimenting again, you think wryly, and settle back into your comfortable position.

Soon, though, the footsteps grow closer. Someone enters the cockpit with a tired sigh, placing something on one of the chairs nearer to the door. It sort of sounds like Hunter, but with the similarity between everyone’s voices, you can’t be sure.

The footsteps halt suddenly. You look up to find honey-coloured eyes surveying you with apprehension. In the dim light, awash with blue, you register the glint of a cybernetic headpiece.

“Oh,” you say, blinking up at Echo, “hi.”

Echo only grunts.

You frown, looking down at your hands, at your half-eaten ration bar. “It’s late,” you say quietly. “You, um—you should get some rest.”

When Echo answers, you don’t look up. “I slept for a couple hours.”

Slowly, you nod, fiddling with the foil wrapper of the ration bar. The cockpit falls silent; you wait for Echo to leave, but he stays still, his shadow falling over your tired frame.

You want to ask why he’s still here. You want to be rude, to ask him to leave so you can have some peace and quiet. But truthfully, he isn’t saying anything, or causing any disturbances, so instead you hold up your unfinished ration bar. “You want a bite?”

Echo blinks. It seems to take him a moment to process your question. Then, to your faint surprise, he nods. “Thank you,” he says as you hand him the ration bar wordlessly.

It’s a peace offering, of sorts.

He sits in the co-pilot’s chair and takes a hesitant bite, chewing slowly. You see his expression brighten—probably at the realization that this is one of the good ration bars, the kind that Hunter always says not to hog—then return to his usual neutral one.

You watch as he swallows. He hands you back the bar, holding out his hand, but you don’t take it.

“Why… why are you here?” you ask quietly.

As soon as the words leave your mouth, Echo drops his arm and breaks eye contact, looking almost—embarrassed. Or maybe even ashamed.

Still, you wait for his answer. Several long, painful seconds pass before he says anything. When he speaks, it’s like he’s forcing out the words.

“I wanted to—” he pauses. His flesh hand fiddles with his metal one. “I wanted to apologize.”

You feel your breath hitch. Staring, you try not to gape. “What?” you say, whispering without meaning to. “I don’t—”

“I’ve been horrible to you,” Echo continues, voice steadier. “I didn’t mean to be so… withdrawn. I didn’t realize I was doing it. I… I hope you can forgive me.”

Instead of acknowledging his apology, you bite the inside of your cheek with uncertainty, then cross your arms over your chest. One of the others must have put him up to this. Probably Omega, or perhaps Hunter. Raising an eyebrow, you ask, “Who sent you?”

“No one!” Echo replies hurriedly, then presses his lips into a thin line. “I mean, Hunter told me that you—he said that—” He sighs. “I didn’t realize it on my own. But I came because I wanted to.”

You blink, cursing yourself when you feel your eyes sting. With a start, you realize that this is the most Echo has said to you since you joined the squad.

Taking in a breath, you wring your hands anxiously. “I just… I just don’t understand why.” You shrug. “You’re not the same with me. Not like how you are with the others.”

Echo swallows. “It’s not—”

“I just want to know what I did wrong.”

At that, Echo falls silent. Guilt permeates the air, enough that you can feel it.

“Hey,” Echo says, kinder than you’ve ever heard him. “Look at me.”

You do. His eyes, like lava, or maybe liquid gold, bore into you. It almost hurts to look.

“This,” he continues, gesturing to the space between you, “is not your fault.”

Against your will, a lone tear slips down your cheek. “So whose fault is it?” you whisper, barely loud enough to be heard over the ship’s engine

It’s obvious from the look on Echo’s face that he’s thinking of something—or someone—specific. Despite how much you want to, you don’t ask.

You just wait.

“It’s my brother,” Echo finally murmurs, and you raise your eyebrows, quickly cycling through the rest of your squad. Hunter, Wrecker, Tech… maybe Crosshair? You can’t think what any of them, even the one who’s no longer a member of your group, have to do with you.

“Your... brother,” you repeat dumbly.

“Yes.” Echo nods. “Fives.”

Oh. A fellow soldier, then. Probably from before the war ended… and probably long dead.

Drawing in a shaky breath, you hastily wipe your cheek with your sleeve. “What—what about him?”

“You…” Echo shakes his head, then lets out a humourless chuckle as he turns to look at the viewport, at the swirling blues and whites and greys of hyperspace. When he speaks again, his voice is barely above a whisper. “You remind me of him.”

You blink.

Truthfully, you have no idea what to say to that. Luckily, Echo continues, saving you from having to come up with an answer.

“Your sense of humour, I mean. The sarcasm, the jokes.” He shrugs, and the light from the viewport catches on his cybernetic headpiece, glinting in the otherwise dim cockpit. “And… and the way you know people.”

“‘Know people’?” you echo, confused. “I’m not following.”

“You understand people,” Echo says, and finally looks at you again, eyes impossibly sad. “Somehow, without ever having experienced what others have gone through, you understand their pain—and you feel it with them.” He closes his eyes for a brief moment, then opens them again. “Fives used to do that too.”

And suddenly, as though a switch inside you has been flipped, it all makes sense. “That’s why you’ve been avoiding me,” you realize, and Echo winces. “It’s because I remind you of him.”

“See?” The barest hint of a smile graces his lips. “You’re doing it now. And you’re not even trying.”

“I guess I never thought about it like that.”

“I’m sorry for everything,” Echo says. “I am. It just…”

“Hurts,” you finish, and Echo blinks, surprised. You smile softly. “I know you too, you know.” Reaching out, you take his flesh hand, gently prying it open and taking the ration bar. As Echo watches, you split the remaining piece in half and hand one to him. “And for what it’s worth—I forgive you.”

The shadows colouring Echo’s face suddenly seem lighter. He smiles, then—really smiles.

You take a bite of the ration bar and smile back.

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Angst! Echo x OC (Dawn) Unspoken Love (pt. 1)

Y’ALL THIS IS MY FIRST FANFIC EVER!!!!!! I am so excited to finally publish my first story on Tumblr. I have been inspired by everyone in the The Bad Batch community to write this story <3

@zoeykallus​ is one of my favorite creators on this website! I was inspired by her to work on this. 

Warnings: Mentions of death and grief (takes place during Order 66)

Word Count: 700

Summary:  Echo and reader knew each other before Order 66, and kept a long distance friendship (although they both had feelings for each other). After Order 66, the reader goes silent - leading the Empire to file her as deceased. Echo was devastated by this information. Rex recruits reader and the Bad Batch for a mission. Echo and reader are reunited after many tribulations. 

DECEASED?

"Dawn S. - DECEASED."

Echo couldn't believe what he was reading on his holopad. He began to pace around the Marauder; Hunter could feel Echo's blood pressure and heart rate increase.

Echo's chest rose with every breath he took. Tears are rolling down his prominent cheekbones onto his chest plate. His breaths were becoming louder and uneven, which concerned Hunter. His bodily strength gave out. Allowing himself to finally feel- his tears turned into a river, sounds of a broken man escaped him, and the pain he felt covered his entire being. Consumed by the grief of not only losing the woman he loved from afar but also losing the last best friend he had before the Citadel.

Omega, not understanding his grief, wanted to reach out to him. Her small hand making its way to his shoulder was abruptly held by Hunter. Looking up at him with a confused expression, she saw her brother looking at her with caution. Silently communicating with her that it was not the right time to comfort Echo. Behind Hunter, Omega focused on her other two brothers. Tech kept looking at the ground while Wrecker was shedding tears on behalf of his brother's loss.

Echo's legs were spread while his back was arching into the lower bunk. The painful sobs he released were felt by every soul in the Marauder. His squad allowed him to let out the pain he felt, which he was thankful for in the future.

Not knowing that his other half was alive.

- - - - -

Coruscant (Order 66)

Dawn found herself at the Jedi Temple while Clone Force 99 assisted Kanan Jarrus at the last minute. She enjoyed seeing younglings grow stronger and was fascinated by their relationship with the force. Her loving gaze turned into one of concern as she heard clones running into the room armed. As she was about to ask whether the temple was under attack. The clone trooper attempted to shoot at the closest youngling by his side. The Jedi master and Dawn were too late to save the youngling but made their way to the clone trooper- easily defeating him, he fell to the ground. Dawn had her blasters out, shooting at the Clone troopers from behind while the Jedi master took the front clone troopers. The Jedi master and Dawn were ushering the children out of the room.

The clone troopers were too much for the Jedi to handle all alone. They kept this method for quite a while until they encountered too many at the front. Dawn finished them off and reached for the dying Jedi. The last words she heard were, "Protect them… run away … far from here."

Dawn's head looked down as she felt a weight on her lap. The Jedi master entrusts her with the lives of her younglings by protecting them with their lightsaber. Dawn doesn't hesitate to turn on the lightsaber as she and the kids run away. They found a window where they could go down and hide (the fall is pretty high, but they are using force). She stayed in the back, ensuring each child would go down safely. She heard shouting from afar and ran towards the noise, fighting back against any who tried to harm her and the children. She was wounded by three shots but kept up the fist fight she began with a clone. Her back was facing the window, which gave the clone the idea to push her through the window.

Her scream was deadly as she flew. Feeling the pressure from gravity surrounding her prompted her to close her eyes. Waiting for the deadly impact at the bottom of the Jedi temple. A place where she began working and developed multiple friendships with the people who attempted to kill her that night. Remembering the good times she had with a particular clone, someone to who she never had confessed her love. The biggest regret she had at that moment.

Dawn abruptly felt the force hug her as she landed peacefully on the cement. Looking around, she found the eyes of the kids she swore to protect.

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Wet - Tech first kiss

Title: Wet Summary: Tech doesn’t want to leave the planet Navya lives on, knowing they won’t ever go back there unless there is an incentive. So, for once, Tech follows his heart – after a little nudge from Echo, of course. CW: None! Tags (if I ever upload to Ao3): fluff, romance, Tech x female OC, no experience Tech, cause I mean do clones have experience??, first kiss, kiss in the rain

Echo sat down with a grunt before leaning back casually. It was silent in the Marauder now, unlike a minute ago when, for the first time in everyone's lives, Tech had argued with Hunter.

Tech was calm, collected, and would usually follow orders when given. If not, he would have a proper, calm, explanation for why an order was not logical, and Hunter would agree.

This time, Tech had no logical explanation. He had thrown some big words out in a painfully obvious attempt to sound like he had a logical explanation, but Hunter hadn’t bought it.

“That was intense,” Echo commented, earning nothing more but a ‘hm’ from Tech, occupied with data on his data pad.

Or, he looked like he was, but Echo could see him just scrolling mindlessly, eyes not taking in any information.

Echo thoughtfully hummed, a knowing smirk appearing on his lips.   

It was not like it had been a proper argument, really. Hunter had seen through Tech the second they had met with the locals. And Hunter had seen through Tech now too. What most likely had bothered Hunter was that it was getting in the way of their ability to complete their job. Their credits were running out, and they would have to refuel the Marauder soon, not to mention eat.

“So…” Echo hummed, wondering what approach to take. Hunter had taken the ‘annoyed’ approach. Wrecker was clueless. Omega too. So it was up to Echo to sort this out now. “Since when does a little rain stop a skilled pilot as yourself?”

Momentarily, all one could hear in the cockpit was the loud, consistent white noise of rain bashing against the hull. ‘A little’ rain was an understatement. It was quite literally pouring down out there, as if someone had opened a water balloon that let out endless supplies of consistent water. It forced one to squint your eyes and breathe through your mouth.

It was bad.

Normal, apparently, to the locals, who had warned them – but the warning had been more to make sure they dressed Omega in warm clothes, not to warn them that they couldn’t take off.

One could fly through rain, even this rain.

“As I mentioned, it would impede the engines’ ability to-“

“Yes,” Echo interrupted with a roll of his eyes, “so you said. Repeatedly.” Echo smirked when Tech looked away from his data pad to offer a stern look to Echo. “You might have been able to fool Wrecker, and you know… I do think Hunter is a little conflicted on whether you were truthful or not. But me? I’ve worked on those engines just as much as you. They can manage. And you can fly through it.”

Tech remained quiet. But his eyes also remained glued on Echo.

No words were said, but Echo still mellowed down. “Why don’t you just go to her.”

“No. I mean…” Tech cleared his throat and finally looked away. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Sure.” Echo leaned forward, trying to catch Tech’s gaze but failing. “Tech. Maybe you’re not even sure of why you’re lying, or whether you are lying. But I am sure about one thing. Whatever you’re doing, you’re doing it because you don’t want to leave.”

“It would be difficult to navigate through the rain,” Tech simply stated.

“Difficult but not impossible,” Echo said with a knowing smile.

“Something… else might be impossible.”

So he was aware.

Curious.

“I am not…” Tech turned to glance at his friend and brother, knee nervously jumping up and down, “naturally inclined toward showing feelings.”

“You have them though.” Echo leaned back in his chair again, crossing his arms over his chest. “Whatever is making you lie to Hunter, even yourself… access it. Decrypt it. And listen to the code.”

Nervously, Tech pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose, leg continuing its nervous movement…

Then it clicked.

He stood, giving Echo one last glance that looked mildly grateful, before leaving the cockpit.

Echo smiled.

…

“But it’s raining!” Hunter had closed himself off from the others to try and calm down. He was not angry, nor had this been a proper fight between him and Tech. It was just that he was a little oversensitive, and when he himself had raised his voice, he had accidentally triggered himself.

Sharpening his knife in a quiet, dark room was his way to calm down.

But the closed door didn’t shut out all sounds from the rest of the ship. Especially not to someone with heightened senses. And he easily heard the faint beeping of the ramp being lowered to the outside along with multiple questions thrown around in confusion.

Standing, he left his dark compartment to investigate, a protective mode on.

“Where are you going?” Hunter asked with wide eyes.

With the ramp opened, the bad weather outside was obvious: darkness that made it difficult to see past your own feet, and rain slashing down on you if you left the comfort of a ceiling above your head.

He had to raise his voice again just to be heard over the noise of rain, but his need to protect his squad overpowered his sensitive sense.  

Everyone watched as Tech lifted the hood of a cloak that would do nothing in this weather over his head before saying: “The impossible.”

“What?” Wrecker and Omega watched with bated breaths whether this would become another fight. But then Hunter mellowed down. “Tech, at least tell me where you’re off to.”

Tech did nothing more but stare at his leader. “I’ll be back shortly.”

“Tech.” Tech paused one last time at his leader’s call. “Say hello to Navya for us.”

Tech blushed furiously, earning a smirk from Hunter before he granted the man an approving nod…

…

The darkness this storm brought with it did nothing to stop Tech from getting to Navya’s house. He had memorized the way the second he had first laid eyes on Navya, hoping that nothing would ever happen to this little village for him to have to use that knowledge and protect her.

He knocked on the door. Lights were on inside, and more turned on as Navya made her way to the door. Opening it, she already looked surprised as no one was out and about in this weather, and definitely not to go visit her. She sold technology, either in parts or made whole, and no one was quite interested in that when it rained.

“Tech?” she asked, lifting a lantern to get a better look. Her eyes widened, mouth forming an ‘o’ in surprise. “Tech! What are you doing?”

Too shocked to move, Navya stayed in the doorway. That was alright. Tech had no intention to go inside. That felt… improper.

But he couldn’t leave this planet without at least…

Admitting his own improper thoughts.

“Navya.” Water flowed down his face, seeping through the cloak and into his armour. Despite his enhanced DNA, he would feel a little off the next day from letting his body temperature fall. It was worth it though. “We are leaving.”

She blinked in confusion. “I know that, Tech. We said goodbye.”

“No, we didn’t.” Tech was well aware that that would confuse her even more. They had, in fact, shared a very proper goodbye. He had even waved at her from across the room.

She had smiled… She had stopped herself from walking over. And her smile had wavered and disappeared upon the realization that they wouldn’t meet ever again.

It had been a goodbye.

But not one he wanted.

“Not… Not as I would have liked it.” Tech cleared his throat.

“Tech, you should come inside-“

“I will be fine. This won’t take long.” He cleared his throat again. It wouldn’t take long if he could just get the words to come out. “I wanted to say goodbye.” Dammit. “But not a goodbye.”

Oh he wasn’t sounding very smart right about now. Maybe decrypting those pesky feelings he felt had made him download a virus.

But he wasn’t a droid. He didn’t even have parts on him.

He was human, and deep down past the intellect and awkwardness that came with being hyper aware of everything but emotions, especially his own, he knew that it wasn’t a virus, just a nervous stutter as his heart fluttered in the presence of her.

“I wanted it to be a goodbye lacking the outcome of us never seeing each other again.”

She stared in shock. “That would require the variable of your team coming back. That variable doesn’t exist.”

“Not without any other jobs bringing us here,” Tech agreed with a nod.

“This is such a remote place, you won’t come back.” Her gaze fell to the floor in pain.

“Wrong.” Tech adjusted his goggles awkwardly. “I can be the variable impacting the equation so the solution becomes different.”

Blinking in surprise, Navya stared at him once more. “How?”

“Like this.” Tech stepped forward once. “May I have permission to kiss you?”

Her eyes widened in surprise. But it was a good surprise. She had wanted to ask that question herself for a few days now. “Yes. You have permission.”

It momentarily looked as though Tech hadn’t thought he would get the permission, pausing to let his gaze flicker down to her lips questioningly. But then he leaned down, water trickling from his hood down onto her face as he pecked her lips once.  

That was it.

Just a quick peck. He’d seen people do that, but he had never studied it further. To do so would be creepy, and the data pads along with any information clones were given about humanity held very little info on physical contact.

She, on the other hand, had lived a full life. So when Tech stepped away again, out into the rain, she wasn’t satisfied with just the one little peck. She followed him out into the rain, immediately getting drenched, reached her hands up to his cheeks and pulled him in for a proper kiss. A deep one.

And two kisses.

And three.

It ended with a fourth, gentle, kiss to the side of his lips. At some point he had felt his body react naturally and had kissed her back, but he hadn’t been aware of his hands finding their way to her hips.

Yet, there they were.

And he smiled down at her, face red and heartbeat no longer stuttering, but beating with a radiating warmth that made him forget it was raining.

…

“So?” Echo sat back down in the cockpit, staring at Tech as he prepared the ship for take-off.

It was still pouring down outside, but Tech had finally come to his senses that the ship could handle the weather, and that his flying capabilities were good enough to navigate through the storm with ease.

The others sat down in the cockpit too, Hunter helping Omega strap in.

Just in case.

“So, what?” Tech asked innocently.

“How was Navya?” Echo asked.

Wrecker leaned forwards, an eager grin on his lips. Hunter and Echo had explained to Wrecker, and Omega in less detail, what was going on with Tech.

Obviously, now that Wrecker knew, he needed the full details.

Tech glanced to Echo, pausing his actions momentarily. Then he turned to catch even Hunter waiting impatiently, though the leader pretended he wasn’t doing so by pulling out his knife to play with.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

With a groan, Wrecker grabbed a hold of Tech’s chair and shook it impatiently. “Just tell us! Did you kiss her?”

Omega giggled at Tech looking rather rattled.

“I do believe that is none of your business,” Tech stated.

“That wasn’t a no,” Echo teased.

“We had a discussion that I should…” Tech glanced back at Hunter, who had stopped playing with his knife to listen in. He caught Tech’s gaze and tilted his head curiously. “That I should visit. From time to time.”

Hunter smiled and nodded his head in understanding.

“So how was it!?” Wrecker shouted. “The kiss!?”

Tech rolled his eyes. “It was…” He thought about it for a bit. “Wet.”

“Too much information,” Echo groaned.

“Why was it wet?” Omega asked innocently.

“Because-“ Tech went to reply, well aware that this was innocent enough to explain to a child. It had just been a kiss or two or three in the rain.

The others, however, had other things on their mind.

Very improper things.

They shouted out a quick ‘NO!’ to Tech, who looked around in confusion together with Omega.

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I have been fed with this beautiful fic 🥹

Would you mind doing a jealous Echo (of Hunter or Tech) x reader? 🫣

They aren’t in a relationship yet but Hunter or Tech brothers try to give Echo an incentive to ask the reader out.

Thanks 🙏🏼

The music was loud and the lights were flashing, it was a regular night at 79s and Echo was ready to relax....until he saw you.

He swore he couldn't breathe when he caught sight of you, up at the bar surrounded by your friends, throwing back your head to down your glass.

Hunter noticed right away, and nudged Tech's foot beneath the table before nodding to Echo. The newest member of the Bad Batch had been quiet all night long, and this was the first time they'd seen Echo take an interest in something that wasn't strategy on the battlefield.

Across the bar, your eyes met his, and you offered a shy little wave. Dumbfounded at his luck, Echo waved back, his eyes shining with joy.

"Are you going to buy them a drink?" Tech asked.

"Wha- who?" Echo stammered over his words as his cheeks grew hot.

"Don't deny it, vod, you've been staring at 'em for half the night," Hunter leaned back in their booth, giving Echo a clear field of vision as you laughed at one of your friend's jokes.

Echo almost stood up, then stopped himself. "You really think they'd say yes to someone like me?" He asked.

"They're at the one bar on Coruscaunt that actively caters to clones. It's not completely insane to assume they'd be interested in you."

Echo held up his scomp, "Even with this?"

Hunter sighed. Despite The Bad Batch's efforts to show Echo how their differences made them stronger, Echo struggled with his cybernetic enhancements. It made sense of course, none of them looked the way he did, and he'd only had a few months to get used to them as compared to them with their entire lives.

"Then you won't mind if I ask them for a dance, would you?" Hunter stood up and slid out of the booth. Echo made a few noises of protest that were lost to the music. Hunter winked at his brother, and expertly wove through the crowd to the bar. Echo could only watch in horror as Hunter asked you to dance, begging that you would say no. Unfortunately, you accepted with a smile that made his heart stop, and Hunter led you out onto the dance floor.

Echo shriveled back into himself, completely missing the look in your eyes as you scanned the bar for him again. But Tech didn't.

Tech leaned back in the booth and sipped his drink. "Cheer up, Echo, there's always next dance." Echo kicked him under the table.

Tech slammed his datapad on the table, "Echo, if you continue to feel sorry for yourself without even trying I'm afraid you won't get much pity from us."

"It's easy for you and Hunter, you have mesh'las lining up to talk to you everywhere we go. Of course they were gonna say yes to him!"

Tech pinched the bridge of his nose, "Echo, if they were to reject you purely on the principle of your prosthetics, then they were never worth knowing in the first place."

Silence hung over the Batch's booth as the music screamed around them. Tech sighed and picked up his datapad again, intent on finishing the scientific article he'd been reading. By the time he looked up again, Echo was gone.

Above the beat of the base, Echo could hear Hunter's discussion with you, and it sounded like you were talking about him.

"I've got this brother of mine who's helpless when it comes to romance. Would you mind giving him a few pointers?"

"I'd love to, where is he?" You asked.

Hunter turned just as Echo pulled up alongside you both, "Aha, here he is!" Hunter clapped Echo on the shoulder, pulling him towards you, "This is Echo, the GAR's most brilliant strategist."

"Thanks," Echo coughed out.

Hunter stepped aside and clapped his hands with a smug smile, "Well, I'll leave you to it!" He slipped back into the crowd, humming along to the music as the song changed.

That left you and Echo in the middle of the dance floor.

"Uh, hi. I'm Echo." He mumbled, rubbing the back of his neck.

You smiled that heart-stopping smile again. "I know. I was hoping you'd ask me to dance tonight."

Echo blinked. "You were?"

"Of course! I've only been making eyes at you all night," You teased. You took one of his arms and placed it on your waist.

"Your brother said you needed some pointers on romance?" You prompted. Echo could hardly believe you were actually talking to him, much less think of a reply. You pulled him close and gently draped your arm across his shoulders, gently swaying to the beat of the music.

"Is this okay? I'm not making you uncomfortable, am I?" You asked, all hint of teasing vanished from your voice for a moment.

Echo quickly shook his head and went for your other hand as he'd seen all the vode doing with their dance partners, only to realize at the last second that it was his scomp arm. Not missing a beat, you grasped the scomp as you would anyone else's hand.

"You're not as bad at dancing as your brother made it out to be," Your light teasing returned, and Echo was just relieved he hadn't completely messed things up.

"That's a relief," He laughed nervously, "I was afraid they'd given me two left feet."

You threw your head back laughing, and in a burst of confidence, Echo spun you back into a dip. He was pretty sure he heard a whoop of encouragement from Hunter.

The song ended, and Echo brought you back up to your feet. His own started wobbling as you gave him that smile that had been making him melt the entire night. Fortunately, you looped your arms around his.

"So this is the part where we get drinks together. Am I paying, or are you?" You tapped the skull symbol on his chestplate.

Echo allowed himself to grin for the first time all night, "Allow me, mesh'la."

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??

Me if any member of the bad batch dies in season 2:

100% agree 🫣

25 Days of Life Day: Day 11 - Matching Holiday Sweaters with Howzer

Summary: You got matching ugly sweaters with Howzer.

Warnings: Suggestive language.

A/N: Sorry, wrote this in a bit of a hurry so it's a little shorter.

“I look ridiculous.” Howzer looks down at the sweater you got him.

“I think it’s cute.” You grin laying on the bed with your chin in your hand. 

He looks at your reflection in the mirror, staring at you with raised eyebrows like “Are you serious?”

“I’m not wearing this.” He laughs. “It’s hideous.”

“That’s kinda the point.” You shrug, grinning.

You were hosting this year’s Ugly Sweater party and since Howzer had never celebrated Life Day before, you took it upon yourself to buy one. Unfortunately, he absolutely hates it. 

Howzer sighs with his hands on his hips, turning around to look at you. “Will it make you happy if I wear this?”

“Glad you asked.” You get up off the bed and grab your ugly sweater that’s identical to his from the closet.

“I’m sorry… You bought two?” He asks.

You laugh and shrug it on. “One for you. One for me.” 

Howzer runs his hand down his face. “If we are the only two people wearing ugly sweaters, I’m changing.” 

“Deal.” You wrap your arms around his neck, kissing him. “Thank you.”

“Anything for you.” He smiles, softly. 

The party is turning out to be a success. Plenty of people showed up in ugly sweaters. There were a few who didn’t. Wolffe had told you he’d rather be fed to literal wolves than wear what you and Howzer were wearing. Howzer had just laughed and said “One day you’ll understand.” and tucked you into his side. You had smiled proudly up at him. 

You and Howzer have only been together for six months but you were absolutely sure that this man was who you wanted to spend the rest of your life with. 

“You know, you’re really starting to make that sweater work.” Howzer murmurs into your ear from behind you.

“Oh yeah, the snowmen are really doing it for you, huh?” You smirk.

“Little bit.” He teases, pulling you against his chest. “As soon as the last person walks out the front door, I’m tearing that sweater off of you.”

You gasp. “You wouldn’t dare.”

“I would… and then…” He kisses your neck before continuing his train of thought. “I’m going to burn it.” 

You can’t help your little burst of laughter, making a few people look in your direction. Turning around to look up at your partner, you lean against the kitchen counter. 

“You are so dramatic.” You laugh.

“Not like these sweaters.” He takes a drink of his punch and you watch his Adam's apple bob as he swallows. 

Maybe he was onto something with wanting to get out of these sweaters, but not for the reason he was thinking. 

“I was thinking about something else for when everyone leaves.” You tell him, smirking.

He sits the cup down on the counter, caging you in between his strong arms. “Do tell.”

You lean in and kiss him on the nose. “Maybe later.”

Ducking underneath his arm and walking away, you turn back to smirk at him before going to talk to one of your friends. You know that he’s going to make you pay for it later with the way he’s smirking right back at you. 

Either way, the sweaters are probably never getting worn again.

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My Queen, it has a appear that after the wild ride with Hunter of the phermones.

Someone has requested of a… *reads the paper out loud*

“My Queen, I request for Pheromones but with Echo please Queen of Clone Fanfic to witness the feral within of beloved Echo and kindly… make it nasty smut.”

But if you wish to rest, kindly ignore this, please.

You should not unleash me, especially not on Echo, yet here we are...

This has gotten out of hand. Well, you wanted nasty.

Echo x Fem!Reader One-Shot - Good Girl

Warnings: Sexual Content/Smut/Dirty Stuff/Dom-Echo/Sub-Reader/Pollen/Dub-Con/PiV/PiA/FiV/FiA/Rough Sex/"Toy" Use/Dirty Talk/Well, a lot of really smutty stuff/ 18 +

When the Bad Batch boys return to the Marauder after a mission to an unexplored planet, Echo feels feverish. What none of the men know is that Echo has inhaled pollen from native plants that are about to take their extreme effect. Still feeling strange as the boys leave for their next mission shortly thereafter, Echo stays behind in the Marauder with you. Echo lies in his bunk, most parts of his armor already removed. He is much too warm, his pulse is racing. He can't explain what's going on, because he doesn't really feel sick, but he senses that something is wrong with him. "You didn't have to stay here because of me," he says, taking off his gloves as you come into the main room. "It's okay, Echo. I'd rather be here in case your condition worsens," you say softly. He takes off his bracers, wearing only his Blacks and codpiece. "Didn't you have a date with a friend today?" he inquires. You wave it off and say, "That's not too important. I can make up for that meeting another time."

He smiles at you, you smile back.

When you turn around and bend down to pick something up, you have turned your back to him and Echo has a perfect view of your rear end. A tingle goes through his body, he feels himself getting even warmer and his cock swells behind the codpiece, against his will. He can't stop staring, only when you straighten up again and turn around does he tear his gaze away. You look at each other. You can tell by the look on his face that something is wrong. "Echo? Is everything all right?" "Sure," he says hurriedly. You ask him cautiously, "Can I leave you alone for a moment? Tech asked me to take care of something in the engine room." Echo swallows, he finally nods hastily, trying to suppress the impulses that suddenly force themselves on him. "Of course, go ahead." Echo watches you disappear into the engine room. His imagination runs away with him, his head a wild jumble of images of you sucking his cock, of him pressing you against one of the machines and taking you from behind, of him shoving his scomp link up your ass. He shakes his head, sweat standing on his forehead.

He mumbles softly to himself, "What the hell is wrong with you? You've had the hots for her for a while now, but your fantasies have never been this wild and intrusive." Echo can't help himself, the images won't let him go, the thought of hearing you moan and whimper while writhing in ecstasy is incredibly seductive. Quite automatically, he removes his codpiece without really thinking about it. His pants are very clearly bulging at the crotch. Like a sleepwalker, he stands up and walks towards the machine room. The corridors between the machines are very narrow, you can't run away from him here. He spots you, half bent over one of the machines, screwing the lid of a container back on. As if controlled by a stranger, he walks directly toward you. Echo presses against you from behind. You let out a startled little cry. Through the thin yoga pants you are wearing, you can very clearly feel the bulge in his Blacks pressing against your buns. "Echo?!"

Shakily, his hand reaches forward, moves under your shirt and up to your breasts. You have no idea what's gotten into him. Echo is actually rather reserved, even when flirting. But now he's pressing up against you. He literally rips the bra off your breasts, you can hear the material tearing. The next moment, he gets hold of one of your tits and kneads it greedily. It's all so surprising and seems basically wrong, but you can't help it, you're instantly aroused. Even though your pulse is still racing from shock, you feel a pulsing in your pussy as your clit swells and moisture gathers in your panties. He rubs his hard length unabashedly against your buns through the fabric of your clothing. You hear how hard he breathes. You're sandwiched between him and the machine, barely able to move. The arm with the scomp link moves forward and rubs over the fabric between your legs, over your pussy. The end of the scomp-link rubs right over your pearl. He murmurs in a smoky voice, "I wish I still had two hands". You moan his name softly, then give a low squeak as he gently bites your neck. Close to your skin, he murmurs, "I'm going to fill all your holes with cum." His dirty words are unexpected and trigger a pulse inside you. Automatically, you push your pelvis back, into his grinding motions, harder against his crotch.

"Good girl," he growls softly. He's so hot, his mind still racing with wild sexual fantasies of you. Echo feels the irrepressible urge to have you, in every way he can imagine. Suddenly, he jerks you around to face him. You look into his eyes, which look so dark, almost black. He stares at you without blinking. "On your knees," he growls softly. You don't even think about contradicting him, you automatically get down on your knees and see him pull down his Blacks. Right in front of your face, his hard cock plops out from behind the fabric. Long, thick, gently curved and pre-cum leaking. He slides the scomp link under your chin to lift it slightly, grabs the base of his cock with his other hand and guides the tip to your lips. "Be a good girl and take it in your mouth". His voice is raspy, rough, as if he can barely speak due to his arousal. You lick over his tip, it tastes salty. No sooner are your lips open than he pushes his cock into your mouth with a moan. The surprised sound that wants to come out of your mouth is muffled by his cock. "Suck!", he exclaims almost desperately, as if he is in pain, and only you can take it from him.

You start sucking on him, with one hand gently fondling his balls. His hand grips your hair, tighter than you expected. The tugging brings tears to your eyes. Echo doesn't really give you time to adjust or prepare. As you suck on his cock, your tongue pressed against the underside of his hard length, he keeps advancing so far that you can only suppress the gag reflex with difficulty. By now, tears are running down your cheeks, your mascara running and leaving little black trails on your face. His beat is ruthless, hard, fast. Echo looks down, hears and sees you sucking him, struggling to keep up with him. Part of him is ashamed of what he's putting you through, but in the foreground is his horniness, and the sight turns him on so much that his thighs begin to tremble. His balls tighten, the knot that has formed in his stomach loosens, and he cums in your mouth, shooting a thick load down your throat that you almost choke on. As he takes his cock out of your mouth, you try to swallow, catch your breath and want to wipe your face, but he immediately yanks you back to your feet, turns you around and bends you over the machine in front of you.

Echo is far from done with you. He is still hard, still hot, still hungry. He pulls your pants with a jerk, including your panties to the ankles. Impatiently, he brushes off your shoes and finally your pants, tossing both carelessly to the side. With one knee, he forces your legs apart, which again elicits a small startled sound from you. You still can't believe what is happening here. You are definitely horny, but also intimidated, insecure. Yet you want him, you want him to use you. You don't even try to complain or fight him off. Suddenly, you feel his fingers between your legs and bite your lower lip. His fingers shakily slide through your damp folds, dipping a tiny bit into your sensitive, wet hole. "Nice and wet, that's good," he growls. The next moment, you feel the tip of his cock pressing against your entrance. He immediately applies pressure, sliding into you, not roughly but not exactly slowly either. You let out a little cry as he fills you so suddenly, stretching your little hole with his thick cock.

Echo immediately picks up speed and starts thrusting into you while he presses you onto the machine with his hand on your back. The room immediately fills with the wet sound of his cock thrusting into your dripping pussy and his pelvis slapping your bare buns with each thrust. He gasps, moans and grunts uninhibitedly as he takes you. Your pussy clenches greedily around his cock as if it had longed to be fucked so properly. Your clit pulsates and your hand automatically moves there, your fingers begin a wild dance on the bundle of nerves. Suddenly you feel his hand leave your back, his thrusts slow down temporarily. Then you feel him dribble something on the small hole between your buns, it's cold and slippery. You don't know where he got the gel, but when he starts rubbing it into the tight ring of muscles, you're thankful he has some, because shortly after, he puts on his scomp link and shoves it up your ass.

You moan hoarsely, almost screaming, but your fingers continue to dance over your clit unperturbed and his thrusts pick up speed again. His cock drills into your pussy while the scomp link, between your buns, begins to vibrate. It feels shameful, but at least as horny. The vibration in your anus, his cock working between the slick walls of your pussy, the sounds he makes that your bodies make. The intensity of the pulse in your pussy peaks. Your orgasm is so violent that your whole body twitches and trembles as he shoots another load into you with a long-drawn-out moan. With a smacking plop, he pulls the scomp link out of your ass. Echo is still hard, still hungry. He pulls his cock out of your pussy, pushing your ass a little further down to his level with his hand, then you feel his tip press against your lubed up anus. "Fuck!" you groan out, "Echo, you're too big!" His hand claws at your hip as he very slowly applies pressure. He's shaking, he's completely tense, trying with all his might to hold back, to take it slow. He applies more pressure and his tip gently sinks between your buns. Echo moans out again. You feel very clearly how he stretches you, the line between pain and horniness becomes thinner and thinner.

"I'll fill that hole with cum, too," he growls. The idea is hot, but also scary. You are not properly prepared, the scomp link is too narrow to stretch your little hole sufficiently. He slowly penetrates further and further. You moan and whimper softly as your fingers move to your clit again. Echo sees what you are doing, he laughs softly and growls aroused, "That's a good girl. Rub that little clit while I fuck your ass". Hearing him talk dirty like that gives you that extra kick. The pulse in your center builds again. Finally, he is completely absorbed in you and your thighs tremble slightly with arousal, nervousness and tension. He begins to move. The feeling is intense, it hurts a little, but the arousal prevails, and your fingers diligently continue to rub over your little pearl. "Perfect tight ass," he growls, kicking it up a notch until he's moving so fast again that the room is filled with the sound of his pelvis slapping your buns. He fucks your ass intensely, thrusting into the small hole between your buns again and again, panting, grunting, moaning. "We should do this every day," he growls. His fingers on your hips are still tight against you, leaving marks. But suddenly his grip loosens, he slows. His thighs quiver, his thrusts become erratic. "Oh Maker," he moans, his voice suddenly far from raspy and rough. Again, an orgasm pulses through your pussy as his cock throbs in your ass, and he spurts his warm load into your rear entrance. He breathes heavily. "Oh Maker," he repeats, sounding downright terrified. He carefully leaves your body, pulling his cock out from between your buns and taking a step back. For a moment, Echo stares at your body as his cum drips from both of your holes. "Uh... are you okay?" he asks cautiously, "I'm so sorry. I don't know what got into me"

The heat has escaped his body. Whatever has been in his system has now dissipated. You groan, whimpering softly. "Oh Maker," Echo says again, breathlessly startled at himself. He carefully helps you up and takes you to the refresher, where he undresses you completely and puts you in the shower. He has pulled his Blacks back up and his cheeks are flushed with embarrassment as he gently washes you and supports you, so you don't fall over. Echo hurriedly gets you fresh underwear, a long shirt, helps you dress and takes you to one of the bunks. As he carefully tucks you in and brings you a glass of water, he says shyly, "You haven't said a word yet." You blink, take a sip of the water, then say honestly, "I have no idea what to say" "You probably hate me now," he says, swallowing. "No," you say shaking your head, "You've got me a little scared, surprised, maybe a little overwhelmed. But I don't hate you." Echo takes a deep breath, then says, "I suspect this fever I've had since we were on this planet has something to do with the whole thing" "Possibly," you say thoughtfully.

When your eyes meet, Echo shyly avoids your gaze, but you grab his chin and force him to look at you. "Hey, you just fucked pretty much every one of my holes, so I guess you'll be able to look me in the face," you tease him. His cheeks turn red again, and he blinks, but he holds your gaze. You look at him gently and say, "Now I've earned some cuddles, don't you think?" Echo raises his brows in surprise. "You want to cuddle with me?" You nod with a smile. "Oh, of course," he says hurriedly, "I'd love to." Echo carefully lays down with you and gently wraps his arms around you. He whispers, "You know I have a crush on you, right?" You laugh softly and say, "Good thing it's mutual, otherwise we'd have a problem now."

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