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Can I ask you to write a little something with gn jedi reader first (sometime in the beginning of the war, maybe?) introducing the clones of your choice to various kinds of fruit? I imagine it would be a nice change from the standard issue rations, lol

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Thank you so much!

That's a nice and interesting idea, let me look into it...

The Bad Batch x GNJedi! Reader HCs - A New Flavor

Fluffy/May be slightly suggestive in parts

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Hunter

You sit down with him on the park bench. You have a basket with you, the contents of which Hunter does not yet know. He feels a little uncomfortable because you are in public, and he must remain neutral. Your togetherness must not be discovered.

As if reading his mind, you say, "We are far from Republican control, no one knows us here. You are here in civilian clothes, just like me, nobody knows us. Relax, Hunter."

Of course, you didn't read his mind, but sensed his unease in the Force.

He smiles at you uncertainly. Finally, takes a deep breath and says, "Basically I know that, but being out in public with you like this is… unusual"

You grab his hand and squeeze it encouragingly. His gaze drops to the basket, and he says, "I have a feeling you have something planned. What's in the basket?"

Your smile widens a touch.

"Something good," you say, taking the cover off the basket.

Hunter glances at the contents, a collection of various fruits.

As he looks back up into your face, you say with a smirk, "I have a loving assault on your senses in mind, your taste buds to be exact."

"Now you have me curious"

You take a knife, one of the fruits and cut it open. You hand him one half, which he takes carefully. He smells it and blinks.

"There's not much smell, just a hint of sweetness" he says with a probing look in your direction.

"Taste some of it, you can eat the peel with it, it's edible and the fruit all cleaned by me in advance."

Hunter takes a very careful little bite, barely a second later his eyes widen, and he says in surprise, "Very sweet, very different from the smell"

You take a berry from the basket and gently bring it to his mouth, he opens his lips and lets you put the berry in his mouth and playfully closes his teeth around your finger for a brief moment, pretending he wants to bite into it.

You laugh softly at his little silliness, but continue to watch for his reaction. He releases your finger again and bites into the berry in his mouth. Suddenly, he squints his eyes and curls his lips.

"Oh, that's sour, very sour".

You giggle and say, "Don't swallow it yet, bite off another piece of the other fruit, try the combination"

He does as he is told and lets out a low hum. He nods with satisfaction and smiles.

"The combination is very good, tasty".

He sets the basket aside and pulls you towards him. Hunter kisses the corner of your mouth and asks purring, "Is there anything else you brought that I may taste, besides the fruit?"

You feel heat rise in your cheeks as he reaches for your hand and kisses your neck.

Echo

When you show Echo the fruit, you can feel his curiosity instantly vibrating in the Force. He curiously rummages through the basket and smells the different fruits in turn. He seems like a critical explorer, scrutinizing his discovery very closely. You've seen Echo do similar things with other things, other foods, but usually he doesn't try them.

You watch with amusement as he scrutinizes each fruit and are pleased by his curiosity. It's not without reason that you brought this basket of fruit. Echo knows little other than protein bars and military rations, you wanted to open up a new culinary world for him, show him that there is more. Something to look forward to.

He finally holds one of the fruits out to you and says, "I'd like to try these first. I've seen them here and there, but I've never eaten them."

With a gentle smile, you accept the fruit and cut it into bite-sized pieces for him. You gently bring one of the pieces to his mouth. He opens his mouth and lets you feed him. You are aware that Echo is very picky and careful about what he eats, you are pleased to see how much he trusts you.

He chews the piece of fruit, his look is thoughtful, finally he nods and smiles.

"Sweet and sour in one, well balanced, intense in flavor but not overpowering".

With a smile you say, "Nature has created a wonderful pearl with this fruit, hasn't it"

Echo nods in agreement. He takes the basket on his lap and slides closer to you. With a heart-melting smile, he says, "Show me more, Mesh'la."

Wrecker

Curiosity is in his nature. Wrecker grabs the basket before you've even talked about it and opens it.

"What do we have here?"

"Fruit," you answer him, amused.

He beams at you, "Can we eat these?"

With a nod, you say, "Yeah, sure, that's why I brought them."

Wrecker looks at each fruit individually, fascinated and smiling. He is always curious to learn and try new things. He trusts you unconditionally, he would try anything you suggest, anytime.

Finally, he holds out one of the fruits and asks, "How about this one? Does it taste good to you?"

"Only one way to find out," you say with a wink.

He laughs enthusiastically, pulls a knife from his belt, and cuts open the fruit. There's a big, fat pit in the middle of the pulp. You point to it and say, "This part is not edible, in fact the contents of this pit are very poisonous. But the surrounding rest is edible without worry."

Wrecker nods understandingly, removes the seed and tries some of the edible pulp.

"Hmmm, this is good, very sweet, almost like candy".

You had already suspected that this particular fruit would be especially tasty to him.

Smacking his lips with pleasure, he says, "I love it when you show me new things. What should I try next?"

Wrecker pulls you and your basket onto his lap and lets you feed him. He makes you giggle and blush by licking the juice of the fruit off your fingers.

Tech

Smiling, amused, you watch Tech as he takes a close look at the basket and its contents. He scans each fruit and searches the holonet for information. Finally, you sigh softly, and he looks directly at you.

"Is something wrong?" he asks quietly.

"I was hoping you'd let me surprise you, just taste the fruit instead of searching online for its properties," you say honestly.

Tech pushes his goggles up the bridge of his nose with his index finger and says matter-of-factly, "My thirst for knowledge is always greater than my appetite for risk."

You frown and ask, "Are you saying you don't trust me?"

Tech's eyes widen.

"What?! No, that's certainly not what I'm saying."

You shrug and say, calmly, knowing you're making him a little nervous, "That's what it sounds like."

Tech licks his lips. Finally, he puts his holopad away again and looks directly at you.

"Okay, I'll prove it to you," he says firmly and puts the holopad away.

You show a small smirk.

Tech folds his arms in front of his chest and says, "Pick me any fruit, and I'll try it."

With a soft laugh, you say, "You've already checked out most of them, haven't you?"

Tech blinks, unfolds his arms again and runs his clean-shaven chin thoughtfully.

"There are two I haven't checked yet" he says, pointing to said fruit.

With a wry smile, you take one of the two fruits from the basket, cut off a piece, and bring it to his lips. Tech doesn't open his mouth immediately, he blinks a few times uncertainly, looks directly into your eyes, then he smiles too and finally his lips part, and he accepts the piece of fruit from you.

Tech chews slowly, letting the soft flesh melt on his tongue. Again, he smiles at you. When he has swallowed the piece, he says, "Very sweet and very soft pulp, it almost melts in your mouth."

You smirk and say, "It's also supposedly an aphrodisiac."

Tech's cheeks take on a slightly rosy color.

"Oh?"

You lean over to hers and give him a gentle kiss.

"Want to try some more?"

Wide-eyed, he looks at you from behind his goggles and nods slowly.

Crosshair

"What have you got there?" he asks critically as you open the basket.

"Fruit."

He crosses his arms in front of his chest.

"For what?"

You laugh softly, amused at his cautious, critical attitude.

"For eating, of course"

"I already ate," he says dryly.

You make use of one of his favorite gestures and roll your eyes, though you do it with a smile.

"This is just supposed to be a tasting, not a meal".

With a sigh, he lowers his arms again and looks critically into the basket once more. Crosshair is used to military rations and protein bars, he's not exactly one of those who likes snacking or is curious about new things when it comes to food. In fact, he prefers what he knows rather than trying new things.

His gaze wanders back and forth between you and the basket a few times, finally rolling his eyes with a sigh.

"I'll try one of them, but only one," he finally relents.

That's already more than you expected, you know he's only doing this out of affection for you. He doesn't want to be a killjoy, especially in your eyes.

"One of them is supposed to have an aphrodisiac effect".

He cocks a brow at you.

"Okay, now you've piqued my interest, mesh'la, which one is it?" he asks, purring.

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Been thinking about Echo’s robo legs and was wondering if you’d do something with him and reader. Maybe discussing how he had to learn to be more careful walking, though he still sometimes trips up, if there are any receptors (nerve or muscle) and if he can feel them. Perhaps reader gives him some gentle love (kissing and cuddles? Maybe thigh massage to help with aches?). Basically soft, kissing, cuddle, care, with humor thrown in to lighten the mood. Please and thank you if you decide to write anything. Have fun as always.

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That's an interesting idea! I hope I got that right 😅

Echo x Reader One-shot - Man And Machine

Fluff/Comfort/Slightly Suggestive

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It happens suddenly and unexpectedly. Echo is in a hurry, on his way back to the Marauder. He is already on the lookout for you and quickens his steps when he sees you, with a smile on his lips. Then it happens, it's just a small bump, hardly worth mentioning really, but it throws him off balance. Echo stumbles and unexpectedly falls to the ground at a rapid pace, just barely catching himself on his arms to avoid landing on his face. He curses softly, growling to himself, and for a moment he stays like that. Echo would like to sink into the ground and disappear, but this has to happen to him in front of you, of all people. He hears fast footsteps approaching and knows that you are hurrying to him because you are worried, kind-hearted as you are. Echo sighs softly and slowly straightens up. He's back on his feet and patting down his gear when you reach him. "Echo. Are you okay? What happened?" He mumbles softly with a wry smile, "Well, I tripped." "Did you hurt yourself?" "Just my pride," he says with a sigh. You breathe a sigh of relief. This gesture puts a smile on his lips, it's a nice feeling for Echo to know you care about him. You sit down on a bench near the Marauders, where Echo checks his legs for damage. Thoughtfully, he says more to himself than to you, "Maybe I should ask Tech to check the prosthetics." He looks back up and immediately notices something is on your mind. "Are you okay, mesh'la? You seem so thoughtful." You glance at him from the side and say quietly, "You know I'm very curious." Echo raises his brows in amusement and replies, "Indeed." You chew your lower lip uncertainly for a moment before saying, "Can I ask you something rather personal? Something we haven't talked about before?" Echo straightens up in his seat in surprise and looks at you intently. "You can ask me anything, Mesh'la." You hesitate for a moment, but then ask, "Can you feel your legs?" Echo looks at you questioningly. "You mean the prosthetics?"

You nod. "Um, no, not exactly. When I- was rebuilt, my brain was also partially altered, chips put in, artificial neural pathways put in, neural emitters and receivers. My prosthetic legs are linked to that. So I perceive them, I can coordinate them, but feeling is different." Thoughtfully, you look down at his legs and gently touch the metal knee. "So you don't feel that?" He shakes his head. "No. However, if you were to cut my legs with a lightsaber, for example, the artificial receptors within the prosthetics would register it, I would know what is happening even if I didn't feel it. However, this perception does not equate to a feeling, no pain, no tickling, itching or anything like that, it is just.... registered," with a smile he adds, "But as you know very well I have other parts of my body that are very sensitive." "Does it hurt sometimes? I mean the rest of your legs that are still there". He nods slowly. "Quite often, actually. I cramp up sometimes because it's hard to coordinate my steps, as you saw today" "Your thighs cramp?" Again he nods. "Why didn't you say something earlier? I could always massage your thighs at night," you suggest. Echo smiles, but before he can say anything back you hear Crosshair sitting on the Marauder's ramp, who you hadn't noticed before, say, "You want to massage his thighs?" with an amused look at Echo he adds, "Good luck not getting a boner every time she does that. A good thigh massage can be pretty damn sensual" Echo stiffens a little, you see his cheeks flush slightly. "Would you please stay out of this conversation" Echo grumbles. You say with a wry smile, "I wouldn't mind if that happened". Echo's cheeks get a little more color. Crosshair rolls his eyes, "Get a room, idiots in love."

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Desk Job

Pairing: Commander Wolffe x Reader Word Count: 1.8K Rating: Explicit (18+ Only) Summary: You and Wolffe do ... work ... in your office. A/N: Idea for this taken from parts I edited out of One Moment More so you know it's going to be filthy lol.

It’s not always easy for you to relinquish control. Wolffe knows this. He’s an expert at watching you on the battle field, during training sessions, at mission debriefs with the Jedi Council when you demand to be heard, demand to know the ins and outs of every situation if only so you can make sure that if something goes wrong, it won’t be due to something you missed.

It’s not always easy for you to relinquish control, but in private moments like this — with you bent over in front of him, arms grasping for traction that doesn’t exist on the too slippery surface of your freshly polished office desk, Wolffe makes it his mission to unravel you.

“That feel good, mesh’la?” he whispers in your ear after he pulls you flush against his chest, finally taking pity on your scrambling arms.

The movement pushes him deeper into the tight warmth of your pussy and you nod frantically against the side of his face, a moan trapped under the hand he has clasped over your mouth. 

Wolffe hides a smirk in the crook of your neck as he feels silent whimpers beg to leave your lips. If the two of you were anywhere else — the 104th barracks, a star cruiser, anywhere that wasn’t your office in the GAR compound — Wolffe wouldn’t have his hand even near your mouth except to make sure your face stayed trained on him as he made you scream his name until your voice went raw.

Here, though, surrounded by walls that were shared with other offices, other people who couldn’t know about this, whispers are all that’s allowed. 

Wolffe can handle that, just barely, but you can’t, not without some help. He’s always more than willing to oblige, but sometimes, like now, there’s nothing he loves more than testing just how far he can push.

It’s a bit too easy for you to quiet your moans when turned away from him. When not forced to look down and see what he can always see: you, taking him, pulling him in over and over and drenching him in your juices. It’s a sight Wolffe never tires of, and, right now, he’s in a sharing mood.

With no warning, he pulls out of you, and if it wasn’t for his hand covering your mouth, your whines would no doubt pierce the durasteel walls. To be fair, Wolffe’s not much better off himself. The loss of your warm cunt hugging his aching length is a shock and he has to bite his tongue, the inside of his cheek, his lips to stop from moaning himself.

Quickly, he replaces his cock with his fingers, filling you up again but not quite as heavily as before. Slowly, he feels you calm down. Feels your breathing fall back into a regulated pant. Feels your heartbeat maintain a steady rhythm.

It’s then he removes his hand from your mouth.

When you turn your head, panic once again in your eyes, he arches a brow.

“I need you to stay quiet for me, love,” he whispers, locking his gaze firmly with the depths of yours. “Think you can do that?”

He traces the bob in your throat as you swallow with a thumb, runs his hand down your chest, down your stomach to your waist, waiting for you to respond. 

You give him a small but determined nod and he doesn’t waste a second more in turning you around to face him, fingers still massaging your cunt and twisting with the movement, gripping your waist tighter, and lifting you until you’re sitting on the edge of the desk. The edge of your desk.

You stare at him, lashes fluttering frantically against your cheeks, mouth moving, words not forming. But he doesn’t need to hear you to know what you want to say. He takes a step closer and your legs widen in response, spreading to welcome him in-between, rising to circle his hips. He scissors the two fingers inside you, spreading and stroking, and you suck in a gasp — all air, no noise.

He nods approvingly. “Good girl, just like that.”

He feels you immediately tighten around him at his words and his smile widens.

“You like it when I call you that, hm?”

You glare at him but nod, reach one of your hands up to grasp at his shoulder when he twists his fingers again and he closes his eyes briefly at your touch. When he opens them, he stares down at you for just a moment. Lets himself take in the sight of you wrapped around his fingers. The sight of your breasts heaving against his chest. The sight of you silently begging him for more with the very eyes that had only just scolded him. 

If he wasn’t so determined to take you fiercely and completely on the very place where you did your work for the Republic so that you wouldn’t be able to even sign off on a report without thinking of him throbbing inside you, he’d do things differently right now. 

Maybe take your robe that was hanging on the door and lay it across the floor so that he could lie between your legs and show you all the ways he could worship you with just his tongue. Hell, he could drop to his knees right now and make you grip onto his hair with one hand while the other tries desperately to hold back the prayers coming from your mouth.

As fun as all that would be, it isn’t what Wolffe wants right now. And it isn’t what you need, either.

Gripping your hips just a little tighter, relishing the way your skin feels in his ungloved hand, Wolffe rests his forehead against yours so that every breath or gasp either of you take comes from the other. 

Taking one now, he whispers back into your mouth, “I’m going to fuck you. And you’re going to watch.”

You exhale sharply out of your nose, teeth biting even more firmly into your bottom lip and cunt clinching impossibly tighter around his fingers, as he feels one of your hands drift down to settle against his cheek. He turns his head, presses his lips softly against your palm and imagines, just briefly, that you aren’t sitting on your desk in your office on the GAR compound but on a counter in a home on some planet that doesn’t even remember that a war was ever fought.

Then you slide your tongue up his jaw and to his ear. “What are you waiting for, Commander?” you whisper with far too much confidence in your ability to keep quiet.

He pulls his head back slightly, eyes narrowed, and slowly, slowly, removes his fingers from your cunt. Your chest stutters on a huffed breath and he smirks.

“Don’t worry,” he whispers back, “you won’t be empty for long.”

Still smirking, he brings the fingers that were just inside you up to your face and grips your chin, pulling your head down to watch as his other hand brings his cock closer to your opening. A whimper, so small and soft that he might have missed it if everything in his body wasn’t so trained on you right now, escapes from your mouth.

He stills his cock, right at the each of your lips, and tuts. “Gonna have to do better than that, love.”

His fingers tight around your chin make it so that you can’t look up at him, but he knows you’re glaring nonetheless. The thought makes his cock twitch against you and this time you both suck in a sharp breath. Your hand on his shoulder squeezes, trying to pull him even closer, but he resists.

“We do this my way, mesh’la,’ he breathes, finally releasing your chin and moving both hands to your waist. “Keep your eyes on us, yeah?”

Your head bobs as you nod and Wolffe pushes into you at an achingly slow pace, even for him. Every muscle in his body is begging for him to speed up, to grip your waist, pick you off the table and slam into your hot, wet cunt over and over until you’re filled with him. But the way your body trembles with every short thrust, the way your fingernails are digging into his skin, the way he can feel you breathe through your nose because you can’t risk letting your lips loose … it’s too good for him to give up.

When he’s finally fully in you, every inch of his cock buried in your walls, his teeth have broken the skin of his lips and he can taste blood.

Worth it, he thinks as he joins your gaze down at where the two of you are joined.

He moves his hand from you waist and tilts your head up. As much as he enjoys knowing you were seeing the same sight as him, he wants to see your eyes now. Wants to look into them and know what you’re feeling, what you’re thinking, what you want.

When you blink up at him, your pupils blown wide, it’s his turn to stutter on a breath. Something in your gaze pierces straight to his chest and down to his cock, making you both cling to each other tighter.

That something, and he’d be lying to himself if he pretended he didn’t know what it was, works its way through his bones and his blood until he has one hand cradling your cheek and the other weaving his fingers through your own.

He opens his mouth to give that something a name when you beat him to it.

“I love you, Wolffe,” you whisper and he nearly chokes on your words before he realizes you’re not done, “but I thought you said you were going to fuck me.”

He huffs out a laugh, shaking his head as you smirk up at him. He runs a thumb over your cheekbone and that smirk turns into a softer smile that he kisses into a silent moan.

When he says his next words, it’s on air you pant into his mouth. “I was just waiting for you to catch up.”

Later, on his knees and cleaning up the mess he made of you, Wolffe nips the inside of your thigh when you let out a moan. “I love you, mesh’la, but I thought you said you were going to be quiet.”

You grip his hair, fingernails leaving soft trails underneath the curls, and he smiles into you as he reaches around to move your hands, intertwined, until they’re gripping the edge of your desk.

He might have just bared his soul to you with his face buried in your cunt, but that doesn’t mean he’s done with you, or this desk, yet — far from it.

Thinking of all the ways he can still love you and defile you on the very place you work, Wolffe licks his lips and dives in.

Echo only getting 2 seconds in the trailer is worrying me so much

Wait a damn minute 😭🤧

I thought this was about Tech and Romar (I believe that’s his name) 🧍🏽‍♀️😭 I cackled thinking about Texh giving him a hip replacement !! Im so done…

yeah yeah fucking that old man, but what about cherishing that old man? tenderly holding that old man?

Shut up virgin, that old man's gonna need a hip replacement when I'm done with him

Senate Party - Echo Ending

Warnings: Reader gets hit on by a rich asshole. Said asshole tries to insult Echo. You’re not having it.

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You reached out for the dress you’d gravitated to most. Compared to the others it may have seemed a bit plain, but you just loved the color and the feel of the fabric. 

After putting it on you began to notice some of the more subtle embellishments and beautiful craftsmanship. The neckline that you liked so much was all you thought it would be. You twirled a bit, watching as the flowing fabric twirled just above the ground. You couldn’t stop the smile that spread across your face. 

This one felt right to you. You could move freely, and yet you still felt beautiful. 

With a jolt you realized that the dress was the same color Echo had chosen to embellish his outfit. You found yourself thinking of him more and more lately. You tried to shake any further thoughts from your head. 

With a calming breath and one last look in the mirror, you opened the door.

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Perfect

Echo x Fem!Reader

Summary: During your shift at the bar, an angry customer yells something hurtful at you, and Echo checks to make sure you're okay.

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI! smut, oral f receiving, TW: body insecurities, self conscious reader

Word Count: 1.8k

A/N: As someone on the curvier side who’s dealt with body insecurities basically my entire life, I was happy to write this with experience on how it feels. This is my first (of probably many) Echo one-shots. Thank you @sageislostinspring for requesting <3

The weekend's familiar patrons crowded the bar, ordering their endless rounds of drinks for hours on end until they couldn't even walk straight. Cid wasn't a responsible bar owner, so she never let you cut anyone off when they were too drunk.

"Drunk customers are paying customers" She'd always say. You roll your eyes every time her voice plays in the back of your mind. She took you in when you were a child, and you always saw her as an aunt, but she wasn't protective of your safety like an aunt should be. Regardless, you loved her anyways.

Luckily, your favorite guys were across the bar tonight, crowded into a corner booth, taking it easy and enjoying their time together. Omega was kicking some ass at Dejarik. No matter how busy the place could get, and even with Hunter watching her like a hawk, you were adamant about making sure she was safe when there were this many people around. This was no place for a child, but somehow she was right where she belonged.

Glancing across the room back to the rest of the guys, you briefly caught Echo's eye and flashed him a smile. He smiled back before you returned to pouring and mixing drinks on autopilot. There was something about him - Echo, that you were so attracted to. The brothers were similar in appearance, but none of them were as kind as Echo.

Wrecker, Tech and Hunter were playing a drinking game, completely oblivious to the fact that they lost Echo's attention a while ago, but he couldn’t help staring at you.

"Can I get another drink?!" A loud, distracting man yelled from the other end of the bar.

"Yep, I'll be right there" You shot him a quick assuring smile.

"Now!” He impatiently demanded, his voice now louder than before, startling you.

“Please be patient, sir, I am working as fast as I can” You told him firmly.

“Maybe if you lost a few pounds you could work faster” 

Right then and there your heart sunk into the pit of your stomach. Suddenly every hateful comment you'd ever received came rushing to your mind, clouding your ability to even defend yourself. You stood there, motionless. This man had found your biggest insecurity and attacked it with anger.

You caught sight of Echo again, who was already watching the look on your face turn to sorrow. It was too loud for him to hear what had been said, but he knew something was wrong immediately. 

The beat of your heart thumped viciously inside your chest, pressing hard at the lump stuck in your throat. Rushing out from behind the bar, trying to turn the corner before a stream of tears stained your face in front of such a large crowd, you heard a slew of choice words exchanged loudly. One of the voices you recognized…Echo. You took a few deep breaths and poked your head around the corner.

Echo and the guys had cornered the insulting patron. Wrecker had him by the back of the neck, ready to throw him to the streets at any second. Echo and Hunter were in his face, undoubtedly threatening him.

It was all too much for you to handle and you needed some space.

The closing door of Aunt Cid’s office offered the solace you needed to calm down. There was a stinging sensation in your eyes as you shut them tight, trying your damnedest to get it together. No matter how many times in your life you tried to move past your insecurities about your body, someone like that guy will always be around to remind you of it.

Just then, a faint knock came from the other side of the door.

“Y/N?” The gentle voice called

Echo.

“I’m fine” You called to him, but the strangling effort in your voice to sound like you weren’t crying only made it all the more obvious.

“Can I come in?” He asked politely.

Instead of responding, you walked over to the door and pulled it open only slightly. You hesitantly looked up at him, and found the most concerned man in the galaxy. The wetness upon your cheeks instantly grabbed his attention.

“Oh, Y/N” Echo’s brows pressed together, his voice like silk. It took everything in you not to burst into tears just from the tone of his words.

You allowed him to enter, and walked over to sit yourself on Cid’s desk.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t want you to see me like this” You sniffled.

“I’m your friend, Y/N, I’m here for you” He consoled.

“Thank you” You half smiled, thankful for his company.

“What did that guy say to you?” He asked. Something in his tone hinted that he was ready to kill him for hurting you.

“You didn’t hear?” You asked, confirming that he was too far away to know what the guy said, and came looking for you just based on how shattered you looked as you left the bar.

“No. Well, Hunter may have. We all saw your reaction to someone yelling and didn’t ask any questions, the guys took care of it” He explained, and moved to stand in front of you, taking your hand into his own, “I wanted to come check on you, though”

“He made a comment about my weight” You said quietly, somehow ashamed of admitting something that wasn't your fault.

“What?” Echo was appalled to hear this.

Your insecurity and self consciousness overcame you again, and you hung your head, “Yeah”

Echo's rage became obvious despite his attempt to suppress it.

“Listen to me, Y/N..." Echo started, bringing his head down to grab hold of your lowered gaze, but seemed to almost swallow his words before he could make them come out. He shut his eyes tight, realizing he might regret what he says next, "You are the most breathtaking woman I have ever laid eyes on"

The beating of your heart almost strangled you in that moment. Your hands trembled together in your embrace.

"I've never had the nerve to confess that to you before, but you needed to hear it now" He assured you, "I have been all over this galaxy. I've seen women of all shapes and sizes…but you? You are everything"

Your broken heart began mending itself with every word he spoke to you, "Echo" You whispered admirably.

"I mean it. Don't even think about listening to someone like that guy out there"

You were speechless.

"And this?" He began, his hand gesturing to the curves along your body, "is perfect"

"Will you kiss me?" You asked suddenly, knowing you wanted nothing more in that moment than to show him you wanted him.

His eagerness was no match for his nerves. Echo wanted to attack your supple lips, not holding back at all, but he couldn't, not yet. He inched forward slowly, afraid of messing this up, and planted his lips upon yours and delicately entwined the two of you.

Sparks ignited between the warmth of your kiss. A light whimper fell from your mouth onto his, telling him you wanted more. His hand wrapped around the back of your head and pressed you harder into him. Your tongue slipped over his lips and pulled a moan from him, piquing your arousals even further.

Heat began forming in your belly, migrating quickly to the pulsing between your legs. You squirmed slightly, your body craving friction against your sensitive, aching clit. Echo made note of your restlessness, and pulled away slightly.

"I want to taste you" He whispered against your lips. You took that as an invitation to kiss him harder, but you were stopped suddenly when he broke away from the kiss, "All of you".

Just then, a fire rushed through your body with the realization of what he meant. Without even hesitating, you parted your legs wider in your seated position on the desk. Echo placed his kiss on your neck before trailing his pecks further down your chest. His hand worked to inch the fabric of your dress up the length of your thighs, shooting chills down the length of your legs.

"Let me show you how beautiful you are to me" Echo insisted, a hint of hunger settled into his tone

"Please" You breathed.

You watched as he lowered himself in between your legs, putting his face level with where you ached for his touch. Cool air grazed the wetness slicked on your folds as he pulled your panties down your legs.

Gentle kisses peppered the inside of your thighs, inching closer and closer to your pussy. Soft whimpers had already begun falling off your lips before his tongue ever pressed against you.

The moment that you felt the intoxicating sensation of his tongue circling your clit, you were in heaven. It started slow, with soft rotations getting a gradual start on your pleasure. Maker, he was good at this.

"Oh, Echo. Yes" You moaned deep, but gently.

His eyes rarely left yours while he devoured you, wanting to see pretty little faces you'd make from the feeling he provided for you. His cock strained so helplessly against his pants, torturing him to no end. Echo had dreamed of this exact moment for so long, and now he had you in his hold, whining and falling apart under his influence.

He hungered for you, not just to taste your arousal, but to feel you in your most delicate state. His love for you existed from afar, as he was terrified that you wouldn’t want him too. All the passion he felt for you built up to this, and he’d do anything to help you understand how perfect you were to him.

The motions of his mouth grew more eager by the second before he found a consistent rhythm that seemed to earn the most precious noises from your lips. Nothing had ever brought you so close to your orgasm so quickly.

"Maker, it feels so good" You cried out, knowing you were close to falling over the edge. He knew it, too, and didn't dare change a thing about his pace now.

Suddenly, your orgasm burst open with overwhelming ecstasy. Your body squirmed involuntarily in his grasp, so he grabs your hip and pulls your body harder against his face, not letting you relinquish even a second of the full intensity of your climax. Echo groaned against your clit, sending vibrations across your sensitively and driving you absolutely wild. The stars in your vision began to fade as you crept slowly down off of your high.

"Oh my god, Echo" You exclaim breathlessly. Your legs trembled while he slowly stood to his feet.

"Sweetheart, I-" He started, failing to find the words to describe how he felt.

A sudden knock came at the door.

"Y/N? Are you alright in there?"

It was Wrecker, and based on the sounds of feet shuffling beyond the door, you assumed the rest of the guys were out there, too.

How kind of them to check on you, too, but stars, they couldn't have picked a worse time than this. You both exchanged a glance of amusing disappointment, knowing you both wanted to rip each other's clothes off right then and there.

"Another time" You smiled warmly.

He smiled back, kissing you one more time, like he'd never get the chance to again, and couldn't wait to pick up where you left off.

Strange Sensations

Pairing: Tech x SO!Reader

Warnings: fluff, slight misunderstanding, autistic traits, aversion to texture, exposure therapy, hugs and kisses.

Summary: Tech loves you. That much is clear. However, he doesn’t hesitate to let you know that he doesn’t particularly care for some of the anomalous fabrics you decide to dress yourself in. Upon further investigation into this aversion, you explore Tech’s tactile sensitivity and how to either remedy or overcome these personal hurdles.

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