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This is too good 🥹

The Beat of the Night

Rating: 18+ Minors do NOT read

Pairing: TBB Echo x fem!reader

Wordcount: 1,9k

Warnings: Fluff and smut, fingering and implied sexual actions in (semi) public, bithday sex... tell me if I forgot something

A/N: This is a birthday present for my dear @clone-whore-99 Patch, I'm so happy I could get you with my Echo stories.... so here's one especially for you. One day late, but I hope you still enjoy. I love you 💋

The music is loud. And the beat’s pounding in your ears as you sit at the bar, sipping your drink. You take in the chaotic atmosphere of the infamous clone bar 79s. The laughter of clone troopers and civilians, drinking and dancing, the diffused light, the smell and the buzzing energy surrounds and fascinates you. You haven’t decided yet if you like it or not. Stars, it’s your first visit ever on Coruscant, and you ended up here, dressed up in a red low cut top and a short black skirt. Something so fancy and seductive you never thought you would ever wear. The smooth fabric just hides enough of your shape to leave enough room for imagination running wild. The imagination of your lover, sitting at the barstool next to you. His honey eyes shamelessly rove over your body, captivated by every curve hidden from his hungry gaze. You never saw him that bold before. You can almost feel him watching you…

Leaning over to you, so you can hear him over the music, Echo whispers next to your ear: “I know it’s your birthday, cyare, but dressed up like this, you look like you’re a present for me.”

You really are the most beautiful being he ever saw, from your kind nature and your soft smile, from head to toes. You are the gift he never thought he would deserve and yet from the moment the two of you met, it was only a matter of when and never of if until you became a couple. He sometimes still wonders how it happened, but then again, who is he to question the twists of the Force.

He was the one who suggested celebrating your birthday on Coruscant. Here at this very place where he spent so many wild nights among his brothers, keeping an eye on Fives and, well, sometimes ended up in a bed much warmer and more comfortable than the bunks at the base. He was used to this place like a second home but lost this feeling long ago with the majority of his humanity. And as for you… you told him you've never been at a place like this, never wore something other than your medical uniform or casual clothes, functional and not sexy at all.

He was the one who forced the both of you to leave your comfort zones and gave you the clothes you are wearing as a birthday present.

But it is you who make him feel like his former self, the confident ARC-trooper of the 501st and not the cyborg, percent wise more machine than man, stricken by self-consciousness and the question what would have been if he hadn't almost died at the citadel. You make him better.

And he is glad that he has given in to his desires, to finally overcome his doubts and share this special day, this special experience, with you, because he isn’t confused any longer. For so long he was hopeless and only a shadow of himself, but Echo now knows at least part of what he's worth and what wants... and he wants you! Now!

"Come on, let's dance," he suddenly says with a smirk and grabs your hand, dragging you from your seat and into the crowd.

Suddenly nervous, you follow him out to the dance floor and let him take the lead. So many people around you, too many for your liking, but you soon realize they are all busy with their own affairs, and nobody is taking note of you. You relax a little. And as soon as he pulls you close, with his scomp link on your lower back, his firm chest gently pressed against yours and his left hand on your waist, you completely forget about any other soul around. All that matters is him, his closeness and the way his body moves with yours to the music. You’ve never been happier.

The first few songs are quite fast and Echo enjoys the music, his feet easily following the beat. Guiding your steps, he swirls you around, sways his hips against yours and does everything he can to give you wings for this precious night. He wouldn’t have guessed that he’ll ever be dancing again after his legs have been taken from him. Kriffing hell, it’s been so long since the last time he's done this but it still feels... natural... and even more so since he's dancing with you. The smile on your face tells him that you enjoy this dance just as much. Your usual reticence has vanished and that, he thinks, might be the best birthday gift of all.Tomorrow will come soon enough with new commitments and perils, but tonight… the two of you is all that matters.

Eventually the DJ puts on something with a slow beat, and you snuggle up close to him.

The two of you…

Slowly, Echo leans forward, closes that last gap between you and meets your lips with his own. The kiss is sweet and tentative. A silent plea and a wordless invitation for more… Maybe it is just because of the drinks you already had, or it is because he kindles that kind of heat inside you that’s rushing down your spine and leaves you craving for his touch, you curl more into him anyway. Your tongue is sneaking into your lover’s warm mouth and teasing his tongue with gentle strokes, while you ever so slightly rub yourself against the hard plastoid cuisse on his thigh.

A familiar warmth flares through him, pooling in his groins, his compression pants grow tighter, and Echo curses the confinements of his codpiece. Well, maybe it's better he's wearing his armor, for it’s the only real barrier left that keeps him from going as far as he wants to now. Not at all like your clothes, so floaty and soft… hiding a promise even softer… he needs to feel…

His grip on your waist loosens and slowly his hand sneaks down between your bodies pressed close against each other. When the tips of his fingers slide just beneath the smooth fabric hugging your hips, you gasp into the kiss, and he responds by breaking away from your mouth just long enough to bend his head and move his lips to the crook of your neck and nibble on the sensitive skin of your collarbone.

"Echo…" you mewl and he chuckles seductively at your needy sounds.

“You have to be quiet birthday girl if you don’t want to get caught,” Echo breathes. His words are clearly meant to tease you, but the cadence betrays his own desire.

Without wasting another second, his hand travels further down and cups your clad pubis. The warmth of his palm seeps through the silky fabric and when you hear him hiss, you realize that you’ve already soaked your panty by now.

“Fuck, you’re so wet.” Echo’s voice is dark and filled with lust as he eventually pushes your panty to the side and drags his fingers gingerly up and down your folds, slowly increasing the pressure to breach you open.

His touch is electrifying and addicting. He is constantly caressing your wet entrance without actually dipping inside, and your toes are curling in fervent anticipation. Everything he does to you, so confident and sweet all the same, sets you on edge. An edge you never want to back down from but tumble into the abyss behind. You can’t help but grind down on his hand to tempt him to finally give you more.

"So responsive, cyare…" he murmurs against your bare collarbone, his teeth cautiously biting into the thin strap of your top and dragging it to the curve of your shoulder… just one inch further and your top would slide down your skin, exposing your perked buds to his gaze.

And everyone’s else's too.

Stars, it’s hot. You’ve never felt so desired, so attractive and you eagerly rock your heated core against his hand to the rhythm of the music. You gasp in pleasure, as he finally eases one and then a second finger inside your wetness. When his thumb attaches to your clit, you bury your head in the crook of his neck to muffle your noises, giving yourself over to him completely.

He holds you close and upright, while he sways back and forth to the slow beat of music hanging in the air, but your legs quiver as Echo draws slow and tender circles over your sensitive nub. His eyelids flutter, straining to stay open, with the overwhelming sensation of your tight pussy clenching around his calloused fingers. Fuck, if only he could feel you around his rock-hard cock right now… Instead he’s bumping his fingers into you, over and over again, letting you feel every ridge and scar, as he brings you closer and closer to bliss.

“Look at me, love. I want to see you cum for me,” Echo purrs, and curls his fingers to caress that spongy spot inside you.

“Stars, Echo…,” you whimper huskily in response.

The next moment, you throw your hands up to cradle the back of his head, pulling him close roughly, to connect your lips in a searing kiss. He growls into your mouth, and the vibrations of his passion are what’s finally pushing you over the edge. Locking gazes with you, Echo sees your eyes water at the sheer pleasure invading your senses, and all he can do is to swallow your moans as he lets you ride out the waves of your orgasm until you’re a trembling mess in his arms. Both of you stopped dancing a long time ago… but neither of you cares.

“Thank you, Echo. For everything you’ve done this evening for me” you whisper softly as you regain your senses, and though he can’t hear the words over the loud music he still feels them deep inside.

“Anything for you, cyare,” he smiles and slowly slides his fingers out of you, already missing your tight heat.

Echo's hand finally leaves the velvety skin of your drenched pussy to trail up your body, tracing across your belly and over the valley of your breasts… up to your mouth. His coated fingers gliding against your soft and swollen lips, bruised from all his kissing, to coax them open for him. And he watches you intently with darkened and hooded eyes as you accept his fingers into the hot and wet cavern of your mouth, sucking them and licking your own juices off of him.

Kriff, the sight is so erotic, sending another shiver of heat down his spine and he knows that he won’t be able to restrain his needs for much longer. No… he needs to taste you himself, wants you to soak his cock, like you soaked his fingers…

“I have one more present for you, birthday girl.”

Echo’s sweet smile turns into a cheeky smirk as he clasps your wrist and guides your hand to the slope of his codpiece. Your eyes widen in surprise, wondering if he meant what you thought… and you look around, somewhat afraid that anyone has seen what you’ve done. Or what you’re going to do? Luckily not…

“But first…” he fixes your disheveled appearance and adjusts your clothes, “let’s find some unoccupied dark corner.”

You hear him chuckle as a relieved sigh leaves your lips. But you can’t deny the thrilling feeling inside your guts while you follow his brisk steps off the dance floor and towards another new experience.

Stars… this man is going to be the death of you!

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This is too good! Gotta love Echo being so open to talk about his last with Omega 🥰

Oops I did it again 🤷🏼‍♀️

Get ready for the Echo feels in this one🫡

Leave With Me

Cody x Reader

-TBB S2 EP3 fic-

Master list

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You’re an imperial officer who works with clones. Cody tells you he’s going AWOL and wants you to come with him.

(This took me a while to write because I wanted to make sure it was good enough..)

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You were once an officer for the Republic with a nice office and the sun shone through the windows.. not your office had no windows. It was drab and bland.

The one joy you got was when Commander Cody brought you mission reports every day. He always brought a smile to your face.

However today he hadn’t come to see you. You were just thinking that perhaps he was too busy or out on a mission.

It was close to the night when you heard a knock at your door. Cody walked into your office and made sure no one was following him before he closed the door. Which caused you feel a little alarmed.

“Do you not have a mission report commander?”

“No. I.. I came to ask you something”

“Of course Commander”

He sighed deeply and looked into your eyes

“You used to call me Cody.. when we were in the Republic.”

“Well.. once the empire took over you changed.. We were asked to cal you by rank. I just didn’t want to make you angry”

His face fell at your reaction. Why would he be angry at you? Perhaps he did things he couldn’t remember..

“For anything that happened.. that I did to you I’m so very sorry”

He walked over to your seat behind your desk. He crouched in front of you and put his hands around yours.

“I never stopped loving you Mesh’la. I couldn’t help the things I did.. but In the back of my head the two things I remember.. what I did to General Kenobi and my love for you.”

“Oh Cody.. please don’t cry”

His eyes were about to burst. Too many memories flooded back.

“Cyare I’m leaving. I’m getting away from the empire..”

You looked at him in shock. How would he be able to do that?

“Please.. please come with me..”

His hands cupped your faces. How could you say no.. you would go anywhere with him.

“I will. I will Cody but what will we do”

“We will find help.. Gregor escaped mine we could find him?”

“Your too optimistic for your own good”

You both share a small chuckle.

“Well. Let’s do it. I’m with you Cody”

He nodded and pulled you out of your chair and out of your office. There was already a small shuttle on one of the docking bays.

“You had this planned for a while”

“I have.. if I left without you I oeuvre come back to find you later.. but I can’t stay here anymore cyare”

“I’ll always go with you cody”

You take his hand and you walk onto the shuttle and leave the planet to find a safe space to lay low for a while.

~_~_~_~

You had both finally found Gregor.. and some other old friends.

“Rex?”

“It’s been a long time Cody. You too”

Rex looked at you and smiled

“Now. How about we get this chip removed. I’ll call the Bad Batch”

“They survived?”

“Yes. Come on we will talk more on the way”

Rex urged your both onto the ship. Cody took your hand in his and smiled down at you. This was a new beginning.. and you couldn’t wait for this new life with Cody.

Avi and Thorn's first meeting!! Poor Thorn was DOOMED. And Fox isn't helping with his teasing 😂

Avi started working with medical clinics at the start of the Clone Wars, and Thorn was one of the troopers assigned to protect the clinic from gangs like the Black Sun!!

Additionally, someone sweet on IG dubbed it!!

https://www.instagram.com/reel/CN4BhlHg6ug/?igshid=p23y2icpu1pa

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.

😘sexy💯 independent😈✨free-thinker😝🎱 roger, roger!🙊real🏅yes, we are hooman😇💫all your base are belong to us👍🙌🏼💋

Echo and Tech -YouTuber Edition

I don’t know if y’all do this 😭 but do you ever see YouTube videos and put in certain characters into the vids 👀 (I may need help)

Either way, I’ve watched Chris and Andrew for quite a long time and couldn’t help but think that Echo is Chris and Tech is Andrew.

If you haven’t seen them, please do cause they make me laugh so much!!!!!

Here is a vid of Tech and Echo (imo)

25 Days of Life Day: Day 25 - Life Day with the Bad Batch

Warnings: None, Flufffff! (Also, this is kind of a part two to the Day 7 Echo one!)

A/N: HAPPY LIFE DAY! MERRY CHRISTMAS! HAPPY HOLIDAYS! WHATEVER YOU CELEBRATE! Thank you so much to everyone who has participated/read/liked/reblogged/interacted with these prompts and fics. You guys are the best and I'm so grateful to all of you! I'm so glad we got to do this year! Already looking forward to next year!!! ❤️💚🎄💚❤️

25 Days of Life Day Masterlist

You’ve spent all year, saving every penny, doing odd jobs and such to make sure that The Batch would have a great Life Day. Especially Omega. Since you've joined the Batch, you’ve become a motherly, or big sisterly type to the girl. Everything you do anymore, is for her. To give her a good life. She deserves the best. 

Sometimes, that can be hard, being on the go at all times. 

“IT’S LIFE DAY EVERYONE! WAKE UP! HUNTER LOOK!” Omega’s excited voice wakes everyone up.

You sit up in your bed, rubbing your eyes, already smiling to yourself as you watch Omega run back and forth between everyone’s rooms to wake them up. You leave your room to go into the kitchen to pour yourself a cup of caf that Omega had been incredibly smart to make. You love that kid.

Walking into the living area, you sit down on the couch as Omega plops down next to you, slinging her arms around your neck as you take a sip of caf. 

“You’re the best! Thank you!” She rests her cheek on your shoulder, grinning widely at the presents underneath the tree. “Hey, now. They’re not all for you.” You chuckle.

Echo comes and sits down on your other side, resting his arm around you as you rest your head on his shoulder. 

“Don’t fall back asleep!” Omega playfully shakes you.

“Grab the rest of your brothers then, please.” You laugh.

“Hunter! Tech! Wrecker!” Omega goes back through the hallway to go wake up the guys.

You smile at Echo. “Good morning.”

“Good morning.” He kisses you on the head. “She has no idea does she?” 

“None.” You grin. 

You’d been working on Omega’s gift behind her back for the last couple months and you were excited to finally give it to her. In fact, you were excited to give all of them their gifts. 

“Do you want breakfast?” Hunter comes in and sits down where Omega was seated before. 

“After she opens gifts. She may combust if we don’t let her soon.” You laugh.

Omega was absolutely vibrating with excitement. Finally, Wrecker and Tech come out, still in their pajamas just like the rest of you. Tech sits in the chair by the side of the couch that Echo is sitting on and Wrecker the other. 

“Now?” Omega gives you wide, pleading eyes.

“Now.” You smile, leaning into Echo a little more. 

He squeezes your shoulder as she goes for your gift first, immediately ripping open the nicely wrapped package that you had put together. When she sees the large red crocheted blanket with a giant skull in the middle, she squeals with delight, coming and hugging you. 

“I love it, thank you!” She puts it around herself as she goes back to the tree. 

Next, she opens up Hunter and Wrecker’s gift that they’d been working on all week. It’s the rest of the batch set to go with her clone trooper doll. How sweet. 

She pulls out Echo’s next. Her own tool set to help him and Tech with repairs if she wants. He knows how much she loves tinkering. You grin at Echo, excited that she seems to love the gift, knowing it makes him happy as well. She gets up to wrap her arms around him. 

Last is Tech’s gift. You’d been curious as to what he got her or made for her. He didn’t let anyone know what it was before. She goes to open it and everyone watches curiously. 

She looks up at Tech with big eyes. “My own holopad?” 

You all look at Tech. He’s smiling, softly. 

“As long as you take care of it, yes.” He nods. 

She gets up and gives him a hug, wrapping his arms around her. 

The guys all open their gifts from you next. Tech; new tools. Wrecker; The biggest box of snacks ever. Hunter; A new knife. And Echo… you know he’s happy with anything. But, you had contacted Rex and asked for that photo of Echo, Fives, Cody, and Rex so you could make a physical copy of it. You know that Echo really misses Fives a lot, so you wanted to do something meaningful. 

Echo thanks you by kissing you, resting his forehead against yours. “How’d I get so lucky?”

“This one's for you.” Omega excitedly hands you a small box and you look around at all the guys. “From all of us.”

They’re all smiling or grinning. You weren’t expecting anything at all, so you can’t help but stare down at the box, speechless.

“Open it, cyare.” Echo murmurs, kissing your shoulder.

“You guys-” You start.

“Just open it.” Hunter laughs.

You open the box and find a new reader. And underneath it is a photo in a nice frame of you and the entire Batch. 

“Now, you can read all your books anywhere we go!” Omega rests her head on your knee. 

You run your fingers through her hair. “Thank you. From the bottom of my heart. I love you guys so much.”

“And we love you.” Echo tells you. “But especially me.”

You laugh as Wrecker starts to eat his snacks, which Hunter tells him he’s about to make breakfast and to put the snacks away. 

“Happy Life Day!” Omega tells you, taking Hunter’s spot which was hers first. 

“Happy Life Day!” You grin, looking at your family with the most love and adoration.

This would be a Life Day to remember for sure. 

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1. How did I never come across this fic (until now) 😭?!

2. Would love to see a part 2!!

Hmmm that last episode has inspired me to make a part 2 to this one shot I did a year ago with Echo 👀

Interesting

Ummm ….. this was too good! 🥹

I would love to see a part 2, where reader has him screaming her name 👉🏽👈🏽

Locked Doors

Pairing: Commander Wolffe x Reader Word Count: 2.7K Rating: Explicit (18+ Only) Summary: You and Wolffe get caught, but Wolffe doesn't want you to be quiet. A/N: A one-shot based off of this earlier post. More light-hearted than my usual as I try to expand my horizons LOL

“Did you hear that?”

You reach your hand back to cover Wolffe’s on your hip, pausing his thrusts, and try to bite back a whimper at the sudden lack of friction.

Behind you, Wolffe growls, deep in his chest, and you swear you can feel the vibrations all the way down to your pussy.

“I didn’t hear anything,” he bites out.

By the sound of his voice, you know that if you look at him now, you’ll see a scowl across his too handsome face — eyebrows scrunched, lips pressed together in a thin line. Maybe even an eye roll added in for fun.

But you keep your eyes trained on the door to his barracks office because you know you heard something. The shuffle of feet, a silent-to-everyone-but-a-Jedi cough.

“Wolffe, I— oh, fuck!”

He interrupts you with a swivel of his hips and you don’t have time to cover your mouth or bite your lip, which you really should have done because there is definitely someone outside that door right now.

You grip the edge of the desk Wolffe has you bent over and shoot a glare back at him. He smirks, the crinkles at the corners of his eyes deepening when three distinct knocks echo through the room.

You feel your eyes widen at the same time Wolffe tightens his hold on your hair and pulls you flush against his chest. The change in position has his cock moving roughly against the walls of your cunt and you have to force down another moan.

“What the fuck, Wolffe?” you pant as he lets go of your hair and trails his hand along the edges of your neck and shoulder.

“The door’s locked, mesh’la,” he whispers into your ear, his breath soaking into your skin and adding to your already ramped up desire. “Whoever’s out there can stay there. You can stay right here. And I can answer his questions just,” he pulls out of you almost completely.

“Like,” he circles a nipple with a thumb while his other hand squeezes your hip.

“This,” he slams back into you and you cover your mouth, trying to muffle a shout at the feel of every inch of his cock so deep in you so quickly.

Wolffe doesn’t give you time to recover before the hand covering your breast moves up your body, fingers circling around your wrist and pulling your hand away from your mouth.

“None of this, though, love,” he presses a kiss into your shoulder. “You want to fuck in my barracks, we’re gonna fuck how I want to. And I want you loud.”

A shiver runs up your spine at his words; there’s tension and anxiety, but also something you hand’t really expected.

Excitement? Curiosity? Desire?

“Let him hear what I do to you.” Wolffe moves his mouth from your shoulder to your neck, nipping at a patch of skin and you close your eyes, still contemplating his proposition.

Your relationship with Wolffe isn’t exactly a secret among the 104th boys. It’s hard to keep anything secret from people you spend so much time around. Especially when you have a tendency to frequent a certain co-commander’s quarters on long war missions.

Aside from a few amused glances (mostly from Boost) or embarrassed smiles (usually from Comet), no one ever says anything, though. At least, not to you. You have no idea what they might say to Wolffe when you’re not around.

Still, as much as you trust the boys, you’ve never done anything like this. Never been loud when you knew for certain they would hear. Never let Wolffe take you knowing there was someone whose view of the two of you was only prevented by a few inches of durasteel. Never had your desire and your passion and your needs so publicly displayed — even if all anyone could do was listen.

You shiver again, a moan creeping up your throat at the realization that you do want this.

You want whoever’s on the other side of that door to know you’re in here. You want them to know that you and Wolffe work just as well together in the bedroom as you do on the field. You want them to know without a shadow of a doubt that you are Wolffe’s and he is yours

With his hand tracing lines down your neck, his breath insistent against your skin, you know that’s what Wolffe wants, too.

Decision made, you turn your head, leaning back slightly so you can catch Wolffe’s eyes. The normally golden hue in the one is blown dark brown, almost black, and you swear the faint electric blue in the other is somehow brighter.

“Give him something to listen to, then,” you say, voice slightly louder than a whisper, “Commander.”

Wolffe’s cock twitches at your words and you gasp, but it’s nothing compared to the near snarl that comes from his mouth as his lips crash into yours for a quick but breathless kiss.

When he pulls back, a smirk is once again in place. “Be careful what you ask for, mesh’la.”

He grabs your chin and turns you so you’re facing forward, facing the door, once more. He circles his hips, hand trailing down to your breasts just as another knock comes through.

“What is it, trooper?” Wolffe uses his tired, bored voice. The one that let’s everyone know he has better things to be doing. Or, in this case, better people.

As you gasp again against the jolt of pleasure from his cock rubbing along the edges of your cunt, you wonder how in the fucking hell he can manage to be so controlled.

Probably pure stubbornness.

As if he knows what you’re thinking, Wolffe flicks a thumb over a nipple and you hiss, almost missing the trooper’s response.

“The— The door’s locked, sir,” his voice is hesitant. Wary. And, based on the way Wolffe keeps moving inside you, the way he keeps flicking and massaging your breasts, if he doesn’t already know what’s going on, he will soon enough.

“I’m aware . . .” Wolffe pauses, pointedly waiting, you assume, for the trooper to give his name.

“Um, Catcher, sir.”

Wolffe pulls out of you halfway, thrusting back in and masking your moan with his next words.

“Right. I’m aware the door’s locked, Catcher,” he lets out a loud sigh and you roll your eyes even though you’re mid-whimper. Always so dramatic. “You can talk to me without seeing me, can’t you?”

“Ye— yes, sir,” Catcher says immediately.

The urgency and panic in his voice is so out of place in this situation and your shoulders shake on a silent laugh. You cover your mouth, only realizing what you’ve done when a sharp smack sounds through the room and a jolt of pleasure tinged with pain courses from your breast straight to your throbbing pussy.

“Wolffe!” you hiss.

Catcher continues talking but you ignore him to lean back and glare at the man behind you. He smirks down at you, not the least bit contrite, fingers soothing the reddening mark on your breast.

“I told you,” he says, making no attempt to lower his voice, “no covering up that pretty mouth of yours.”

You open said mouth, about to say something to show him just how pretty it can be, when:

“Uh, Sir?” Catcher hesitates, “I didn’t catch that.”

Wolffe rolls his eye. “I said get on with it, kid.”

“Could say the same to you, Commander,” you grumble.

Peering back down at you, he narrows his eyes, hand moving across your chest to trap you firmly against him. With your arms now pinned under his at the elbows, there’s no way for your hands to reach your mouth, even on accident.

“I told you to be careful what you ask for.” His voice is back to a whisper, words meant just for you.

Deciding that if you’re in this deep already, you might as well enjoy it, you grin and say, louder, “Oh, I know exactly what I’m asking for.”

Catcher’s voice stops and you have just enough time to hear him clearing his throat alongside Wolffe saying “that’s my girl” before you’re being fucked out of your mind. Every sensation is made better by the knowledge that you’re not alone.

Someone can hear you. Can hear Wolffe pounding into you. Can hear you chanting his name between moans loud enough they can probably reach outside the entire fucking barrack, let alone just outside this room.

You cling to the only thing your hands can reach — Wolffe’s arm — and try to focus on the door, try to listen and see if Catcher is saying anything else, but you can’t.

The force of Wolffe’s thrusts — all the way out, all the way back in, hitting the exact right places over and over and over — are too much and still not enough.

“More,” you moan, your decision to no longer care who hears you leaving you uninhibited, especially when the sound of skin slapping against skin is so loud, “Wolffe, I need more.”

He lowers the arm clutched across your chest, still keeping yours pinned to the sides but making it so he’s holding you across your waist instead, and brings his other hand up to your mouth.

“Lick it,” he rasps, voice finally giving away how close he must be, too.

You do as he says, tongue swiping up and down his fingers, sucking on them when he gently pushes between your lips. You close your eyes, humming around the thick, rough length of them and wishing you’d had time earlier to suck on his cock instead. When Wolffe groans into your neck, his cock jumping inside you as he stutters on a thrust, you know he’s thinking the same.

You release his fingers from your mouth and he immediately pushes his hand down to your cunt, instincts and muscle memory helping him find your clit straight away. He circles the bundle of nerves, pulling yet another moan out of you in the process.

Wolffe moves his fingers at a pace that matches his thrusts, which are becoming quicker and shallower, the noises between you echoing louder and louder in the small room.

The combination of his cock and his fingers has you close. So, so close. Your fingernails dig into his forearm and you lean your head back, neck exposed, trusting that Wolffe will know the last thing you need to get you all the way there.

And as always, Wolffe never disappoints.

“Want my teeth on you, mesh’la?” he grunts, thrusts reaching a speed you didn’t even think was possible. “That what you need, dirty fucking girl?”

He slams into you and you whine up at the ceiling. Of course he’d want to play with you now.

“Wolffe, please,” your moan is more of a sob and you can feel him smirk into your neck, the bastard.

“Don’t worry,” he licks a circle into your skin, “I’ll take care of you.”

And then he bites you.

His teeth sink into the space between your neck and shoulder just hard enough to leave an outline of his mouth without drawing blood. Just enough to leave his mark where others can’t see.

The slight twinge of pain is immediately overwhelmed by a wave of white-hot pleasure that shoots down your entire body, flooding your pussy and making you cry out.

“Wolffe, fuck!” you shout as you clinch around his cock and rub against his fingers to ride out the wave of an orgasm so intense you can barely fucking see.

Lips still firmly pressed into your skin, Wolffe growls, deep and primal, and, with a final, forceful thrust that nearly sends you back to the edge, he releases inside you. Closing your eyes, you squeeze around him again, soaking in the feeling of being so full.

The room is quiet apart from your shared panting. As you come down from your high, you rub circles into Wolffe’s arm, soothing over the crescent-shaped marks left by your nails. After a moment, he raises his head from your shoulder and looks down at you, golden eye soft the way it always is, after.

Once again, you open your mouth to say something — this time something romantic, something sweet. The kind of words Anakin is always embarrassing himself with by saying to Senator Amidala.

“I-”

“Wolffe! Are you done in there yet?”

Wolffe jerks his head up to the door, no doubt wondering why a shiny would be so bold as to call him by his name and not his rank. But you know this voice almost immediately, and grimace as Sinker continues.

“We’re all real happy for you, brother, but some of us value our sleep, you know.”

Finally realizing who the voice belongs to, Wolffe’s scowl turns into a self-satisfied smirk. You shake your head, not relishing whatever’s about to come out of his mouth next.

“Keep complaining, Sergeant,” he yells across the room. “I can keep this going all night if I have to.”

He looks down at you as he says the last past and you swallow hard. As if to prove his point, his cock, still inside you, twitches with renewed interest. It brushes just enough against your sensitive walls that you can’t help the moan that slips out.

“I’d listen to him, if I were you, boys,” you say, a bit breathless, and all the noises outside the door cease.

You and Wolffe stare at each other, eyebrows raised. After a moment of silence, Sinker clears his throat. “Just . . . try not to traumatize any more of the shinnies, yeah?”

You hear his footsteps echo down the hall, away from the room. Wolffe chuckles, kissing your cheek. You shake your head once more, but a smile tugs at your lips.

“We cannot do that again.”

Wolffe shrugs, removing his arm from across your waist and finally pulling out, rubbing a hand across your back when you gasp at the emptiness. “You seemed to enjoy it. I know I enjoyed it. And who cares what the boys thought. It’s good for them to remember I’ve got some bite to my bark.”

You turn around to look at him, squeezing your thighs together in an attempt to keep as much of him inside you as possible. Leaning against the desk he had you bent over earlier, your eyes trace his body, from the top of his scar to his already hardening cock. You give up trying to hold back your smile and laugh, nodding down at his length.

“You really could go again right now, couldn’t you?”

He steps forward, your smile reflected on his face, and pushes a strand of hair behind your ear. “Only for you,” he says softly, not a hint of his earlier cockiness in his voice now.

You close your eyes and push your cheek into his palm, trying to steady the thrumming of your heart in your chest and through your veins.

Wolffe leans down, breath warm and intoxicating against your skin. “Let me make you scream my name again, love.”

Love. He’s called you that a lot tonight. It’s not new, he’s said it before. But your heart still clinches every time the word leaves his mouth.

Another shiver runs up your spine and you hum, tilting your head against his ear. There’s so much about Wolffe you love. So much you want to explore. So much you want him to do to you. So much you want to do to him.

You place a hand against his chest and push him, catching him off guard enough to allow you to force a switch in positions.

With him against the desk now, you open your eyes and keep your mouth at his ear, hand trailing from his chest to grip his cock.

“Let me make you scream my name.”

You feel him smile against your neck yet again and his next words rumble through your body, reaching you in all the places you know his hands will soon follow.

“Give it your best shot, mesh’la.”

And you do.