Note: I haven’t posted in awhile so i hope y’all enjoy!!
You looked back up at the clock for what seemed to be the hundredth time as you filled out the remaining stacks of paperwork. All you wanted was to get home to your lover, not be stuck in your office for another 2 hours.
But sooner than later your shift was over and you were finally able to drag your self back to your apartment. On the way home you shot echo a quick message to let him know that you were on your way home, since your never really had a consistent schedule and didn't want him to be alarmed. "Hey love on i’m my way home see you in a bit" you said and he replied with a classic "ok" and you huffed a small laugh— while he wasn't the best texter, you knew behind the screen he had a big grin displayed across his face.
You made your way up the stairs of the apartment and unlocked the door, stepping into the dimly lit room from one small lamp— you got a whiff of that fresh linen scent that reminded you of home. You then carelessly tossed your bag on the floor next to where Echo's armor was neatly placed. And you sighed, making your way to the shower before doing anything else next.
Once done you wrapped the towel Echo always leaves on the counter for you around your wet body and made your way to the bedroom. There you found Echo sitting in his undersuit laying back against the white painted wooden headboard, datapad in his hand. "Hi love." he said to you with a warm smile, that gorgeous smile you loved so much. "Hi." you smiled wearily in return.
You were tired, very tired as you came to sit on the edge of the bed, making the bed sink a little. Echo noticed, "long day?" he asked as he sat down his datapad on the bedside. "yes very, had extra paper work I had to do… you?” you asked, “Eh… the usual” he sighed and shrugged. You paused and turned your head to face him, seeing his beautiful face made you forget about your day, it made it all worth it. You looked at him with soft eyes, "I missed you." you said, he smiled again, he missed you too; though he was with the bad batch most of the time, he savored the time he'd get to be with you. After awhile from the start of your relationship, you had welcomed echo into your home, he loved that about you, how hospitable you were, so much so that he now considers this as his own home.
He reached his hand out for you to come to him. You eagerly obliged as you gripped the top of your towel and scooted up the bed to sit next to him while facing him. His left hand came around your back to pull you into him so he could kiss you. He loved how soft your lips were, and he could smell your favorite lip balm that was now on his lips too.
You shifted your body up to get closer to him as the kiss grew deeper, pulling a soft moan from you. It felt like heaven when he'd kiss you, like all your problems didn't even matter in that moment with him, he seemed to always have that effect on you. But you whined when he pulled away. "I missed you too." he breathed out.
He held your face with his hand and scomp, bringing you in for another deep kiss, just to pull away again. "Let me take care of you mesh'la." he said, as he ran his thumb over your cheek.
Now how could you say no to that offer.
“Please” you said softly, kissing him on his cheek. He was always so thoughtful of you, and he always knew how to relive you of your stress. He sat up, "Now lets take this off you shall we" he said as he carefully removed the towel from around you, leaving you bare in front of him— you resisted the urge to cover yourself, but when you saw the way he admired you your doubts went away. You took the towel and tossed it to the floor with a giggle.
As you laid back on the sheets Echo climbed on top of you, holding himself up with his metal forearm. He looked over form, over every bump and curve, he loved it. "you're gorgeous, you know that?" he said, and you looked away bashfully, he never failed to make you swoon, "oh echo" you sighed as he came up to nip at the soft skin under your jaw. His left hand coming to your side to caress your waist. "I mean it cyrar'ika” he paused and in his gruff tone said “I'm gonna make you feel so good." his words alone sent heat to your core.
He slid his hand down to your thighs as he continued to nip at your neck, leaving traces of his love over you. You spread your legs for him the closer he got to your entrance and you were already wet at this point.
A warm hand cups your cunt and a calloused finger traces through your folds as he teases your clit. "Mmm, perfect." he mutters and you can feel your heartbeat grow deeper from the intimacy. Your breath hitches when two thick fingers make their way into your cunt.
He starts working inside you at an average pace. Your hand came up around his neck to ground yourself as he continued to work in and out of you.
You tilted your head, leaving more room for him as he kissed at the soft skin between your neck and shoulder. “I been thinking bout you all day cyare— you here with me.” he hummed “was thinking about you too echo— what you do to me, how you make me feel” you sighed out. It was true, throughout the day during your breaks your mind always went to him, sometimes to times like these.
He gave a light chuckle while he moved to nip at the tip of your ear, biting the lobe and kissing it to ease the sting. “yeah cyare? how do i make you feel?” the warm vibrations from his voice shot straight down to your core as you clenched around him. He smirked to himself, “you like when I call you that mesh’la?” his tone amused yet heavy. It was not a new name from him you can’t lie, but it did not fail to further arouse you “fuck yes echo” you sighed “and maker you make me feel so good” you paused opening your eyes to meet his gaze; golden brown eyes on you, filled with nothing but love and admiration. “you always do.” you finished and he groaned as his lips came crashing down onto yours.
He quickened his pace, adding a third digit into you, curving the tip of his fingers to massage the spot inside you he knows oh so well.
With is ministrations sending you into ecstasy, your hips buck when he brings his thumb up to work at your clit. "Shit echo." you pant. "That's it baby, lemme hear you." You cry out a moan, letting him hear how good he's making you feel. Your breathing grows deeper as you came closer to your release. Heat bubbled in your core and the build up gave you pure bliss.
“Echo i-” you’re cut off by the moan that escapes your lips as your orgasm washes over you. He languidly works his fingers in and out of you as your come down from your release. You pant and throw a hand up over your face.
You let out a shy chuckle “i didn’t realize how much i needed that.” you tell him. Echo now laying on his side next to you, his hand on your waist. “glad i could be of help.” he replied with a smirk. You sat up on your elbows to see his his cock hard in his pants. You cocked an eyebrow and looked at him smugly. “y’know, i remember you’ve had a long day too…” you paused to lay on your side facing him. “…maybe i could help you too.” you say as your finger traces circles on his chest. Echo hummed, “yea… i’d like that.” he said giving you the same smug look.
You layed him back with your other hand and pressed a gentle kiss to his lips. You teased him for awhile before saying “would you mind if i took these off?” motioning to his shirt and pants. “be my guest.” he said. You grabbed the hem of his shirt and lifted it off him, following after, his pants, revealing his toned body. “you really are beautiful.” you said in admiration, now he was the one getting shy.
You looked down to see a bead of precum drip from the tip of his hard cock. He seemed to enjoy that as much as you did.
You leaned down to kiss him and you smoothed you hand over his body, tracing your hands slowly over his abs and v line. You liked the way his breath grew deeper and the wetter his cock got the closer you came to it. But soon enough you decided to stop teasing him and get to the good part.
You took your hand and began to slowly palm his cock. You watched him as he closed his eyes and sighed. He really was a pretty man you thought. As you began to stroke him you remembered something you had discovered while being with him a previous night. You leaned down to lick at his nipple and he moaned, feeling his cock twitch in your hand. You had found out some time ago that he has sensitive nipples— he didn’t tell you but now it’s almost like your little surprise for him.
You used your thumb to pay special attention to his tip, his back arching every time your swirled around it. “Mmmm mesh’la” he groaned as you continued your work. Now moving to give the other nipple attention. You loved the noises he made, it was like a symphony. At first he wasn’t one to moan but when you told him how turned on his whimpers and groans make you he didn’t hold back. 
His breaths starting growing heavier as he began to feel his orgasm build up inside him. You lifted your head up to admire the way his chest breathed deeply. “Cyare i… i’m gon-” his plea was cut off buy your lips on his. You applied more pleasure to his cock and began to stroke slower, his hips desperately chasing his release with your hand. Right then thick ropes of cum spilled out of him onto your hand as he moaned into your mouth while you kissed him.
He sighed and you could feel his body deflate. You brought your hand up to you to lick him off and he watched under heavy eyelids as you did so.
“That did…get a lot of stress off” he chuckled softly, still catching his breath. You smiled. “I’m glad” you said as you kissed his forehead. You both laid down next the each other for a little bit until he looked up at you with his beautiful golden eyes.
“I love you mesh’la” he said. “I love you too Echo” you said smiling.
Being a Senators daughter is never easy, it’s even a little more complicated when you’re the daughter of a Separatist Senator. But when a target is put on your fathers head, he recruits a bunch of rogue clones to protect you. Only problem was, one of them is not so pleased with your arrival.
warnings: NSFW, 18+ only. She/her pronouns, enemies to lovers trope, reader is the daughter to a separatist senator. Echo is cold to reader, solo male masturbation over reader, flesh light, swearing, sexual content, sexual thoughts, slight angst.
authors note: been thinking about doing a smutty enemies to lovers for a long while with Echo. Maybe be a two or three parts to this and it will be 18+ NSFW throughout.
Your thoughts swirled in the wake of recent events. One moment, you were contentedly enjoying breakfast at the dining room table, and the next, your father materialised with news that upended your world. You had to depart, quickly, a ship already waiting at the port to take you away.
As your father ushered you out of your home, his apologies mingling with assurances that all would be well, you found yourself thrust into a whirlwind of confusion. Even before you could voice your objections, not wanting to leave his side, a firm hand landed on your shoulder, propelling you aboard a ship.
Three hours had passed since then, yet your bewilderment persisted. A gentle voice broke through the haze, drawing your attention. Gazing up from your self-imposed retreat on the floor — your sanctuary away from the ship's cockpit and its crew of strangers — you spotted a young girl with blonde hair.
"How do you feel?" she inquired softly. Despite the circumstances, you mustered a smile, admitting your confusion with a sigh.
"And what's your name?" you inquired in return.
"I'm Omega," she chirped, positioning herself on the floor opposite you, her legs crossed. "I already know you. Your father is a Senator."
You couldn't help but chuckle lightly, a little falsely too, wondering if that title still held any significance. "Yeah, it's a rather mundane job, if you ask me."
Her laughter was warm and hearty, a balm to your frayed nerves. The conversation between you two was soothing; her ability to divert your thoughts was remarkable seeing all your thoughts prior was about your father telling you you have to stay ‘safe’. But as a figure approached, your sense of ease evaporated upon locking eyes with him.
Omega picked up on your change in demeanor and glanced towards her brother. His clenched jaw and tense knuckles painted a picture of inner turmoil, something she recognised but not for a long while. Abruptly, he withdrew with a hasty retreat.
Curious, you inquired Omega. "Who was that?" you whispered to her, your gaze following him until he vanished.
She offered a slightly awkward smile and leaned in, her nearness inviting a sense of secrecy. "That's Echo."
You raised an intrigued eyebrow. "Does he typically wear such a brooding expression?"
With a soft laugh, her voice barely audible as she says, "Yes, but... it's intensified since you arrived."
Your lips compressed into a thoughtful line as you processed her words. "So, let me guess, one more person is tipping the balance?" A gesture toward the cramped living quarters.
Omega nodded in slight agreement. "I suppose, but it's more complicated. He…” she trails off, unsure how to say it until you give her the gentle nudge to carry on, “he doesn’t like Separatists."
Before you could respond, your conversation was abruptly interrupted once again, this time by the arrival of another figure – the one responsible for hauling you onto the ship. With his approach, you and Omega both rose to your feet, though you couldn't help but discreetly wipe your hands on your thighs, the floor proving less clean than anticipated.
Omega seized the opportunity to voice your inquiry before you could even get a word in edgeways. "We were just talking about how moody is," she interjected, eliciting a chuckle from the man.
"Ah, don't worry, you’ll get used to him," he reassured with a warm smile, his eyes harboring an underlying determination. "I'm Hunter. Our assignment is to ensure your safety."
You shifted uncomfortably, a sudden chill running down your spine, as if a sheet of snow had been draped over you. "Safety? I don't understand. Safe from what?"
Hunter was about to provide an explanation when Tech, the goggled clone, interjected once more. "It seems your father has become a target of the Empire and is wanted dead. Therefore it is likely that you are at risk too."
Your jaw dropped, a mixture of panic and anguish gripping your chest at Tech's blunt delivery. "Tech!" Hunter hissed, shooting a glare at the unflinching clone.
Hunter let out a resigned sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose before turning to you with a contrite expression. "I wasn't going to put it so bluntly, but yes. The Empire isn't pleased with your father's decisions in the Senate so for now, you'll be under our protection for the next week or two."
"Hunter," another voice joined the conversation, this one belonging to Echo. He stood just behind you and Hunter, his gaze briefly meeting yours before quickly averting. "Can I speak with you?"
Hunter offered you a small nod before stepping away to confer with Echo. As they moved off, Omega tugged at your arm, an eager smile on her face. "Come, let me show you where I sleep!"
You returned her warm smile, but your mind was preoccupied with thoughts of Echo's discussion with Hunter. Your ears burned, fully aware that you were the subject of their conversation. Although their voices were out of earshot, you could see the palpable tension on Echo's face. He was angry, bitter almost. Huh, looks like he really doesn’t like you. Maybe if you spoke to him…
"Who are you staring at?" Omega's voice snapped you out of your reverie, and you felt a tinge of embarrassment for being caught lost in thought.
It's been around two rotations since you found yourself within the refuge of Clone Force 99. While anxiety about your predicament looms large, and with your father also, so does your preoccupation with a particular clone. You turn away, Omega's gaze following just before you shift your focus, attempting to divert your attention.
She's quick to catch on, her lips curling into a sly smirk. "Echo?" she teases.
You pivot, walking away, and Omega follows closely. Seeking shade beneath a canopy of trees, you both find temporary respite from the sun's rays as the team takes a brief pause from traveling the stars. “Do you like him? Has he talked to you yet?" she inquired with eager anticipation.
"No, he hasn't spoken to me," you sighed, sitting against a tree and sneaking yet another glance at Echo, who was engrossed with his scomp device and lost in thought. "And no, I don't 'like' him like that. I just find him... cute," you mumbled, inadvertently setting Omega's excitement in motion.
"You do?!" Omega's joyful squeal filled the air, and before you could halt her, she directed her attention toward Echo. "ECHO, CAN YOU COME HERE PLEASE?"
"Omega, no! What are you doing?" you whispered urgently, a surge of apprehension coursing through you. Echo's narrowed gaze fixed upon you both, and he began walking over.
Omega's grin remained wide as she waved Echo closer. "You two need to talk at some point," she chimed through her tight mischievous smile, unyielding. Your palms grew sweaty with nerves as Echo drew nearer. What a mess.
"Is there an issue here?" Echo's voice was collected and measured as he stood only a few feet away, his gaze locked on Omega, seemingly ignoring your presence on the ground.
"No issue!" Omega's innocent smile persisted as she glanced between you and Echo.
You shifted uncomfortably, wrapping your arms around your body, fingers rapping against your arm all the while Echo maintained a stoic posture, his lips twitching in what appeared to be a display of impatience.
"She wants to talk to you," Omega declared suddenly, breaking the painful silence that had stretched between you.
Echo closed his eyes briefly, his head turning down to face you. His eyes, normally vibrant, seemed darker at this moment. "Then speak," he directed, his tone filled with annoyance.
Stuttering and flustered, you struggled to articulate your thoughts. Embarrassment flooded over you as you found yourself in this awful exchange. "I... uh... I don't know...?" you stumbled, your words faltering.
He scoffed, turning his attention back to Omega. "Why are you wasting my time, Omega?"
Omega's expression dropped, her confidence waning under his sharp words. Never before had Echo been so brusque with her, especially when she was only trying to find common ground between the two of you. "Echo," she uttered his name softly, shaking her head and folding her arms across her chest, disappointment evident.
At last, you summoned the courage to rise, rubbing the back of your neck as you attempted to diffuse the tension. "I think I heard Wrecker call for me, so if you'll excuse me, I'll just... um... go check on that," you stumbled over your excuse, slipping past both Omega and Echo. Unbeknownst to you, your arm grazed against Echo's in your hasty retreat.
Echo's gaze fell to where your arm had brushed his own, his chest rising and falling unevenly. But then, he cursed aloud as he felt something slap his other arm. "What's gotten into you? Why are you being so mean?" Omega's voice hissed, a frown etched across her face.
Echo's eyes shifted from his arm to her, a resigned sigh escaping him. He shifted his weight, his voice tinged with exasperation. "You know how I feel about Separatists, Omega."
Chewing on the inside of her cheek, Omega countered, "But she's not part of the Techno Union. Neither was her father, actually."
"You can't be certain of that."
"Tech told me," Omega shot back, hands firmly planted on her hips. "And she told me herself."
"It's not just that, Omega. I don't trust any of them," Echo finalised, his resolve firm. Although he doesn't wish to delve into the topic further, his interest does momentarily spark. "Did she genuinely want to talk to me?"
Omega slouches against the tree, her sigh carrying a tinge of annoyance. "Not really," she mutters with a hint of frustration. "I just wanted you two to interact."
Echo acknowledges her words in silence, his thoughts churning as he absently rubs his arm as if trying to brush away an uncomfortable sensation. Omega, however, seems insistent on sharing more. "Oh, by the way, she mentioned that you're cute."
His movements freeze, his expression betraying nothing as he processes this revelation. "Is that so?" he replies coolly.
"Yeah," Omega says, her smile growing. "But now you've probably missed your chance. She's nice. And pretty."
Echo's gaze involuntarily shifts toward you, Omega following suit. Caught in a moment of genuine laughter with Wrecker and Hunter, your eyes crinkle in an endearing manner. "Very pretty," Omega playfully sings, drawing Echo's attention back to her.
With an exasperated sigh, Echo shakes his head and averts his gaze, attempting to suppress the inexplicable sensations that have stirred within him. "Cut it out," he grumbles to Omega, his patience wearing thin. With a final glance in your direction, he abruptly turns and strides away, fully aware that this situation is bound to become more complicated than he anticipated.
The evening rolled around and as you cosied up in the back with the others, Echo found solace in the cockpit on his own. He didn’t mind as he liked the quiet but the sound of your laughing made his body burn. He closes his eyes, trying to control himself to stay calm but your laughter was infectious and dare he say it - lovely.
Omega liked you and all of the boys liked you which made him the odd man out. After everything that happened to him, his resentment to all Separatists was apparent and justified. but why was it whenever he looked at you, his heart stopped? Why did he have a burning desire that scorched his skin when you were near or simply when you accidentally brushed against him today? He tried to put it down to the fact he hadn’t come across many attractive women but you were something else. Almost ethereal.
As hours passed he heard the others going to sleep and he was pretty certain all of them decided to sleep outside under the night sky for a change. So, he leaves the cockpit.
The door hissed open and he didn't see anything at first but your gentle hum caught his attention. He squints, seeing you at the far end of the ship in nothing but a tank top that hugged your figure very flatteringly and a pair of very tight shorts to sleep in.
His breath hitches in his mouth and he felt his body begin to set on fire. You’re simply getting ready to sleep and he’s acutely aware that he’s staring at your bare legs, thighs, waist… breasts.
Swiftly he snaps out of it and hides back into the cockpit, back pressed against the door as he physically takes his hand and slaps himself across the face. “Snap out of it Echo,”
Knowing you were out there, he remains in the cockpit. He props his legs on the control panel and leans back on the chair, closing his eyes and waits for sleep to take him away from this living nightmare.
But then he wakes.
Covered in sweat.
And his cock tight against his pants.
His heart beats against his chest hard, his breathing heavy as he whispers to himself that ‘it’s just a dream’ but his brain would not let the memories go.
He closes his eyes, mentally prepares himself before he stands. He checks the time on the console which indicates he had been sleeping for a few hours and so he knew the coast was clear.
He left the cockpit, marched to his bunk and rummaged through his belongings before he grabbed a small box before locking himself away in the refresher.
It had been a long while since he had done anything like this but the ache in his pants was too hard to ignore. It was purely a surge of overpowering lust. Nothing more.
As his lust coils in his throat and gut, his cock desperately twitches once he removes it from his pants as he leans against the closed door, giving it an experimental pump. His eyes glances toward the box he retrieved and wastes no time in removing its contents: a fleshlight and some lube.
Drizzling the lube along the entrance to the toy, he feels a sense of self-loathing but for now, doesn’t dwell on it.
He closes his eyes and imagines someone he shouldn’t; you. He pictures you peeling off your clothes for him, sitting on his lap and placing kisses to his jaw. That’s when he seethes his cock into the fleshlights slippery hole. “Mmmm, so good.” He whines needily and unintentionally. But the thought of you was doing wonders.
He knows he shouldn’t be thinking of you, it was wrong to picture you like this. But you were fucking beautiful, so beautiful that Echo could not help but invision you lowering yourself onto him, feeling your warm cunt, wet and ready just for him.
The thoughts of you grinding down onto him makes his head spin, he could almost hear you moaning his name and begging for more as he helps lift you up and down as he fucks you desperately.
Echo bucks his hips against the fleshlight, gulping as your name accidentally parts his lips but for the moment he didn’t care, instead he focused on the crude sound of his cock thrusting into the toy, filled with lube and precum. He wonders what your lips taste like, how they would feel against his mouth as he drills deep into you, towering from above as he thrusts into you hard.
He needs more. Imagining you wasn’t enough.
Desperately, he reaches for his device and emits the hologram of your face that was given to the team upon receiving the mission. At first he halts, that pit of bitterness striking his brain as he remembers who’s daughter you were but his cock was aching viciously that he didn’t hold back from slamming the fleshlight back and forth, almost profanely and didn’t stop even as his hand started to ache.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful. So pretty.” He moans, staring down at the hologram of you as he wonders what you taste like. Wondering how you would react to him asking you, begging you, to sit on his face and suck on your clit until juices pour down his chin. Eating you out like a man starved.
He can’t hold it in any longer, the thoughts and image of you becoming unbearable against the violent thrusts of his hips as his desire burns through his skin like a match to a flame. He needs to be inside you so bad.
He’s panting harshly, trying to choke down on his cries as he pushes the toy deeper and deeper until it reaches the base of his shaft, imagining you taking all of him.
With a rough growl, he fucks into the fleshlight, earnest, his jaw slack as he slumps agaisnt the wall again, sweat dripping down his face as he moves become sloppy. He whines like a slut. Almost whorish.
With silent sobs that strangle in his throat, he throws his head back against the door as he spills into the toy, holding it fully seethed onto his swollen length. He’s seeing stars and he lets out a soft sigh as he pulls his softening cock out of the fleshlight, head lolling forward as he stares down at his cum that drips on the floor.
Panting, he wipes his sweat away with the back of his hand and as his eyes glance at the still stuttering image of your holopicyure, he curses and slams the device to the floor, shitting it off completely.
The shame soon follows. Shame as he washes and cleans his fleshlight that imagined was your pussy, the shame of washing some of the cum off his hands that he imagined being painted on you…
Echo stared at his reflection in the mirror, his hands shaking slightly as he splashed cold water on his face. He repeated to himself, "It's done... it's done," trying to calm the lingering tension that had gripped him.
With a sigh, he packed away his belongings, securing and locking them in the box. Turning to leave, box in hand, the door hissed open and he froze as you stood there, your hand raised as if to knock. Your wide-eyed expression indicated surprise and a hint of nervousness.
"Uh, hi, sorry, Sir, I was just..." you began, but his curt tone interrupted you.
"Just what?" Echo's voice was stern, and his gaze bore into you.
You flinched slightly, your heart racing as you felt the weight of his scrutiny. "I really need to go to the toilet," you stammered, your gaze avoiding his.
He watched you closely, torn between the fear of you possibly overhearing his earlier dream and the desire to keep up his tough facade. "Right," he responded, stepping to the side to let you pass. As you walked into the refresher, he moved away, intending to put distance between you.
But your voice stopped him in his tracks. "I'm sorry, Echo." His shoulders stiffened as he turned to face you, a raised eyebrow indicating his curiosity. "Tech told me what happened; why you don't like Separatists. Why you... why you don't like me."
You took a cautious step toward him, your head tilting slightly, testing the boundaries. "But my father was not one of them. In fact, my father fought long and tirelessly every day. I never saw him for almost two years as he fought to abolish the Techno Union's plans." Your desperation for him to believe you was palpable. You couldn't bear to live with someone who held false beliefs about you. "My father is a good man."
Echo scoffed, and your heart ached, a growing anger bubbling inside you. "He is," you insisted. "He's out there trying to save his people, trying to save me when the Empire wants him dead. He is fighting for their freedom."
For a moment, you thought you saw a flicker of acceptance in his eyes, but then he moved toward you, closing the distance until he was dangerously close. "Do us both a favor? Stay away from me."
His words were cold and before you could even say anything, or even comprehend what he said, he hid away back in the cockpit.
You sigh softly, his rejection feeling like a shot to the heart but you didn’t want to overstep and demand him to believe you. So, you went into the refresher as intended and did your business.
As you go to leave after washing your hands, you kick something against your feet. Looking down, you saw a device, most likely belonging to Echo.
Rolling your eyes, you contemplated leaving it so Echo didn't bite your head off for touching his stuff but, your finger accidentally brushed against the screen once you picked it up and you froze as a hologram of you lit up. You blinked, staring at yourself.
Love your writhing and it made me think, have you done bodyworship with Echo, cause you can't tell me that man doen't get insecure about his body now and again
Aloha!
Love for Echo, I'm always game when Echo is supposed to get some love!
And again, please tell me the gender you want, if you don't, I'll always pick fem!reader. I can write about GN or Male as well, I just need to know, otherwise I go with what I feel most at home with at the moment.
I feel like this turned out pretty nicely, lots of love and affection for Echo 😊
Echo x Fem!Reader Oneshot - The One I Love
Fluffy (Might rot your teeth)/ Strongly Suggestive/Foreplay/Body Worship/Oral18+
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He's actually relaxed, but he keeps tightening up depending on where your eyes are wandering. Of course, you notice this. His hand is on your cheek, yours over his, and you look into his eyes with a gentle smile.
Echo smiles back. He loves it when you look at him with that look, like he's the center of your world. You bring his hand to your mouth, kissing his palm before your fingers gently trail down his arm to his shoulder, slowly, gently, adoringly.
"My beautiful man," you say dreamily.
He looks at you with a shy look and rolls his eyes, more or less seriously. Echo is very fond of being admired by you, but part of him still thinks that this admiration can't be entirely genuine. This is not because of you, however, but because of his self-perception since the Citadel.
You playfully flick a finger against his prominent chin and gently admonish him, "Stop that echo, that eye roll."
He takes a deep breath and laughs softly.
"Sometimes I still can't believe I actually get to enjoy your affection"
You kiss his palm again, your fingers stroking along his chin.
"You better believe it, because it's more than real. You're the one I love"
Echo lets out a shaky breath before saying, "You can't love me as much as I love you"
You chuckle, and your hand rests on his chest where his heart excitedly beats a wild rhythm.
"Why is that?"
Echo replies as a matter of course, "Because there is no increase from that, my beloved".
He blinks and tenses again as your eyes travel down his naked body. Noticing, you look back up into his face.
"What's wrong?"
He clears his throat and says evasively, "Nothing, I don't know what's wrong."
"Whenever I look at your body, you tense up".
Echo sighs softly and finally says, "Well, it's not an ideal body"
You place his hand on your chest, where he can feel your heartbeat. His gaze follows the movement, and for a moment it wanders along your unclothed shape. He swallows, moving a little restlessly.
"It is a ravishing body, the one I love and desire", you say seriously, "The one for which my heart beats faster when I see it, when it touches me".
Echo looks at you, a smile creeps back into his features.
"You really do love me" he says softly, and the happy glint in his eyes is to die for.
With a gentle nod, you lean over him, your lips moving over his face, to his chin and neck.
"Every inch of you"
Another shaky breath comes over his lips as yours begin to travel over his shoulder and chest, as your hands slide along his sides, and you move lower and lower.
Sitting between his legs, leaning forward, you feel his swelling length touch your belly and finally your breasts as you move further down. With a cheeky little smirk, you squeeze his now hard cock between your breasts and watch with satisfaction as he looks down at you leaning on his forearms with a low moan.
"You're too good to me," he says a little breathlessly.
"That's not even possible," you say with a wide smile, "I love the look on your face when you're horny and clearly want me"
Blush creeps into his cheeks, but he returns your smile in a suggestive way.
"I always want you, my love"
With fingers and lips, you explore his abs while his length is still pressed between your boobs.
"How could you not love this body," you say dreamily and finally wander even further down, releasing his cock from the erotic clasp of your breasts again. Finally, your kisses wander insinuating close around his shaft, making him gently jerk up and moan softly again and again.
"Look at that, so beautiful, the perfect complement to the rest of your body, a glorious cock. Long, thick, gently curved," you kiss its tip teasingly and watch it twitch, "And so wonderfully sensitive."
He laughs softly, then moans again as your tongue slides along his length from root to velvety, slightly reddened tip. His thighs automatically open a little wider, making room for you, and you lie down between his legs, your upper body propped up on your elbows, your breasts touching his testicles as you do so, your stiff nipples tickling against them.
Echo bites his lower lip. He knows what's coming, he's in for a real treat. You feel his whole abdomen tense in aroused anticipation, including his thighs, as your lips open and very slowly slide over the tip of his cock further and further down.
A soft, "Fuuuuck," comes over his lips.
Echo feels the wet heat of your mouth close around his cock and drops back into the sheets.
Pressing your tongue to the underside of his veiny length, you bob your head up and down, sucking passionately on his cock.
You enjoy every sound you elicit from him this way, and as you put your hands on his thighs, you feel them tense, his muscles stone hard. It's been a long time since the last time, Echo is getting close.
You can't wait to hear, see and feel him cum. You like that you can push him so far that he seems to dissolve completely in arousal. Echo should enjoy it, you want him to let himself fall, he has more than earned it.
You take his cock as deep as you can into your mouth, your gag reflex overcoming. Saliva drips down his length as you give it your all to suck him into release.
A particularly loud moan comes from his lips, then he says in surprise, "Woah, that's more intense than last time."
You let him penetrate deep, with each bob down of your head. Echo gasps in rapid succession, his thighs trembling. Your hand carefully moves to his firm testicles and gently grips them. They contract and the next moment, with an almost startled loud moan, you feel Echo squirt his cum down your throat.
You quickly relax your throat and carefully swallow around his length as he drifts twitching, quivering and surrendering through the aftershock of his climax.
"Oh, my love, that was… wow"
You gently release his slowly softening length from your mouth, wiping your lips with the back of your hand and grinning at him as he straightens back up onto his forearms. Echo grins back, his cheeks slightly flushed. His hand grabs your wrist and pulls you up to his height.
He wraps his arms around you and pulls you close, kissing your neck, your face, your forehead, your lips. Your legs carefully intertwined, his tense thigh presses close to your heated center, and you automatically press closer to him.
Echo can feel how wet you are and grins suggestively. He flexes his muscles and gently rubs his thigh between your legs. The friction sparks a pulse in your center and makes your heart flutter.
"Give me a few minutes, my beautiful, and I'll show you my love," he says suggestively, whispering close to your ear.
You smile, you feel aroused, loved and completely relaxed at the same time. Being loved by Echo is like a constant flow of gentleness, security, familiarity and eroticism, something in which you can be completely absorbed and let yourself go.
"Everything you do, every day, makes me feel your love," you say honestly.
He blinks, pauses for a second, then says softly, surprised, "I didn't think you'd really notice."
You laugh softly.
"Why?"
Echo looks at you shyly, shrugs gently, and says, "I'll do anything for you out of love, always have"
You lean your forehead against his and say softly, "I'm the luckiest woman in this Galaxy"
Words: 11,920 (it was meant to be shorter but as always, my hands slipped)
Warnings: Mutual Pining. Echo being extremly nervous and flustered around you. The classic "we need to kiss to avoid being seen" trope. Heated Make-Out Session(s). Love confessions. Some low self-esteem thoughts from Echo's perspective. Reader worshiping Echo. Biting. Slight Dirty Talk. Fingering. Penetrative, Unprotected Sex (wrap the shlong before you king kong my dudes). Creampie. Echo is less nervous by the end.
Prompt: "It reminded me of you."
Summary: Echo is well aware that he should break the kiss to see if the guards are still around, but he can’t get enough of you, and the sweet taste of your lips as you meet his devotion with similar passion. He shifts you in his arms until his thigh is planted perfectly against your heated core, and without thinking much of what he’s doing, he moves his cybernetic arm down your back, pushing you against him until you feel the pressure of his hard thigh in between your legs. You break the kiss and throw your head back, whimpering his name repeatedly until he silences you with a hard bite to your jugular.
A/N: @imarvelatthestars, sweetheart...surprise!!! Here you go, I hope you enjoy this as much as I did writing it. This is also my first time writing for Echo so I pray I did him justice. Comments and reblogs are always welcomed and appreciated. P.S. this is my second submission for the @cloneficgiftexchange and I do apologize for posting it late. I was very reluctant since he is a character I never thought I'd write for. Only one more to go though :D
As much as he hated to admit it, Echo was glad he was the one who came on the mission with you. It wasn’t that he didn’t trust his brothers with your life, far from it. It was merely anxiety-inducing to think of you and one of the Batch members in the current predicament. Then again, if it weren’t for the pitstop he took, a rather unnecessary one now that he thought about it, neither of you would have been running for your lives from the guards stationed near the market. He meant well, he really did, but looking back now, Echo knew that he was the reason your life is now in danger.
And he didn’t like that one bit.
He glances behind him briefly before looking ahead, seething with anger when he notices you slowing down to his pace.
“Not to make light of our current problem, but I really do want to taste those weird looking fruits we saw back there when-”
“Not now!” Echo snaps harshly at you, ignoring the adorable pout you give him as he speeds ahead and turns into a much narrower alley. He knows he’s unjustly taking out his anger on you rather than owning up to his mistake, but he can’t even look at you for longer than a few seconds without his mind thinking of more intimate circumstances where you’re breathing heavily and groaning his name. He shakes his head to rid his mind of the consistent and rather irritating inappropriate thoughts of you, forcing his focus on the winding streets in front of him as he tries his best to lead you away from danger.
When you reach the end of the alley, you find yourselves looking out into an awfully busy street, with many of the locals congregating around the entrance of a brightly-lit building. Echo scans the area, trying to figure out what the best plan is before the guards grow closer. He knows you won’t be able to get into any of the nearby places with how the two of you look, and he also knows you can’t go back where you came from. He turns to you and sees you looking behind you in preparation for the guards following you, and before he can think twice of what he’s doing, he grabs your hand and runs towards the busy establishment, murmuring apologies to anyone he bumps into as he makes it to the end of the line and hides behind a larger group.
He slams you more aggressively than he intends against the wall, completely shielding your body with his own so you wouldn’t get hurt should you be spotted. Echo looks down once and finds you staring into his eyes with quivering lips, and for a split second, he thinks you peer at his chapped lips before returning your gaze to his eyes.
No, it can’t be.
He turns away instantly, afraid of what he might do if you continue to look at him with such dangerous inclinations in your eyes. His mind is running a million miles a minute, and he doesn’t realize how hard his grip is on your waist until you shift beneath him and bring your hood up. So busy trying to figure out how he can extract the two of you from this situation, he doesn’t register the sudden fall of rain until the patrons around you laugh and scream as they try to cover themselves from the harsh weather.
He blinks rapidly to get rid of the water collecting around his eyelashes, lightly banging his scomp on the wall beside you when he sees the guards filtering from the alley and surrounding the area.
“Hunter, we’re surrounded. Where are you?” Echo hisses through his commlink, turning away from the guards so he isn’t recognized. He thanks the maker that the group beside him didn’t bother moving away, the cover they were giving the two of you the only reason why you haven’t been shot at yet.
“Trying to come to you without drawing too much attention.” You hear Hunter give orders to Tech before he goes silent again, and when you try to look past Echo to see the guards, he moves with you and shields you from the open space.
“Echo,” you try to warn him, but he shakes his head and pushes you further into the wall. This close, you can almost feel the beat of his heart, but you find that you don’t really need to feel it to know how nervous he is. You aren’t sure if he’s nervous for your safety, or from being so close to you, but you find it endearing regardless. It surprised you a little to see him so protective of you, seeing as he rarely ever spoke more than a few words to you at a time, and constantly went out of his way to avoid being in your vicinity for longer than necessary.
“Quiet.” Again, Echo snaps at you, not wanting to be distracted by the sweet sound of your voice as you call his name or the heat radiating off of you as you slowly bring your arms around his waist.
“There’s no way out…is there?” The soft question fills the small space between the two of you, and Echo is no longer strong enough to ignore how perfect you fit in his arms. He shifts his gaze to your eyes, and furrows his brows at you, slowly grazing his scomp across your cheek until he feels you nuzzle into the cold, hard end of the link. His breath hitches all of a sudden, unbelieving of how easily you sought out the steel material for safety. He can’t help but study you closely, finding himself feeling jealous of the water droplets adorning your skin. Unlike him, they were touching you so intimately, rolling down your cheeks and neck until they disappeared beneath the edge of your shirt. Echo is shivering, but he knows it has nothing to do with how soaked he is from the cold rain, and everything to do with the familiarity you were offering him in such a pivotal moment.
“I’m not going to let anything happen to you, mesh’la.” Echo knows better than to offer you such a promise. You are an exceptional Jedi, one that he’s seen accomplish much in the past few months. It was quite pathetic to think that he could ever be better than you or that you needed him to keep you safe, but something about the way you smile at him, and how you wrap your arms around his waist to bring him closer, makes him say those words. He hopes you can see how genuine he is, and just as he’s about to apologize for putting you in this situation, he hears the guards move closer to the two of you.
Turning his attention to the several, heavily armed men walking towards the busy line, Echo looks around to try and find a solution, only for his eyes to land on a couple making out not too far from you in line. He narrows his eyes at them before looking down at you, finding your gaze as unwavering as ever, and staring at him as if your life depends on it.
“Kriff, I have an idea but-” He begins to say but you cut him off immediately, and Echo isn’t sure if he’s thankful or irritated that you didn’t give him a chance to finish his thought.
“I don’t care.”
“Do you trust me?” He doesn’t even know how he can put his plan into words before he carries it out, but as he grows closer to you, he understands that there’s no time to explain anything. So instead, he waits for your response and prays to the maker that you don’t leave him if his idea works and the two of you survive. He doesn’t want to lose you, ever, and the thought of how you could potentially react when he finally closes the space between the two of you makes his heart skip a beat.
“With my li-” As soon as you give him your consent, Echo wets his lips and crashes his chest into your own, pushing the hood back down your neck until he has complete access to your hair. He lets go of your waist and grabs the hair at the nape of your neck, squeezing it tightly to tilt your head to the side so he can deepen the kiss and block you from the guards’ line of sight.
He hears you gasp into the touch as soon as you feel his lips on your own, and even though he wants to open his eyes to see your reaction, he doesn’t think he’ll be able to withstand your facial expression if it conveys an ounce of disgust. Echo doesn’t have to think too much on it though, because he feels you relax in his embrace, nearly toppling over into him from how hard you clutch his side and try to pull him close into you. He groans into your mouth, and his muscles shudder with need when he feels you slip your tongue past his lips and seek him.
Echo is well aware that he should break the kiss to see if the guards are still around, but he can’t get enough of you, and the sweet taste of your lips as you meet his devotion with similar passion. He shifts you in his arms until his thigh is planted perfectly against your heated core, and without thinking much of what he’s doing, he moves his cybernetic arm down your back, pushing you against him until you feel the pressure of his hard thigh in between your legs. You break the kiss and throw your head back, whimpering his name repeatedly until he silences you with a hard bite to your jugular.
The world seems to fade away then, leaving the two of you completely lost in each other. You bite into your lip to quiet down, roaming your hand up and down Echo’s side while the other reaches for his neck to bring him closer to you. He obliges instantly, sucking and kissing along your neck until he can taste the natural scent of your skin on his tongue mixing with the droplets of rain glistening across your heated flesh. Although he wants to push you away so you don’t feel the dents and wires running from his skull down to his spine, he can’t find it in himself to stop, not when he finally had you so willing and submissive in his arms. Echo wants more, more of your sounds, more of your little hiccups, more of your voice as it whispered and moaned his name while he pleasured you.
But the moment ends abruptly when the group Echo hid behind begins to laugh and holler in an attempt to get the two of you to escalate your touches. When one of them tells Echo to save it for the club you’re both presumably in line for, he detaches from you and stares you down, watching you closely to see if you were uncomfortable by what just happened. He gets lost momentarily when he sees your eyes glazed over and shut, lips bruised from how harsh the kiss was and hands shivering violently as you fisted your fingers in his clothes. He gulps nervously and lets go of you, but he doesn’t dare move too far away, wanting to still cover you with his body should things take a turn for the worse.
Against every ounce of his being, Echo looks away from you and glances to the side, widening his eyes in shock when he finds no guards in the vicinity. He scans the entire street, and when he’s sure you’re no longer in any danger, he gulps nervously and turns back to you. If it weren’t for the rain coming down hard on the two of you and momentarily distracting him from your expression, Echo would have sworn you were gazing at him with lust-filled eyes.
“They’re gone.” He breaks the silence, and slowly lets go of you, not bothering to apologize for the way he touched you as he steps away and removes his thigh from between your legs. You lose your balance for a moment but right yourself quickly and reluctantly let go of him.
“Oh.” He hates the way you’re avoiding his eyes now, and he hopes it isn’t because you were offended by him. He studies you closely, looking at every twitch in your features and every small muscle movement to try and figure out why you were shrinking in front of him and stepping back into the wall.
Maker.
He fucked up.
“Let’s go before they circle back,” there’s nothing else he can say to break the awkward silence that has fallen over the two of you. Echo clenches his jaw tightly, fisting his hand several times before heading back to the narrow alleys.
“O-okay.” He hears you whisper not a moment later but ignores the disappointed tone of your voice, wanting to get to safety as quickly as possible before things escalate once more.
“Echo, come in.” Hunter comms soon after, and Echo waits until you’re right behind him before he responds to the rest of the group.
“Here. We’re at the rendezvous point. Where are you?” He asks while looking around for any potential danger, refusing to look towards you for the sake of not being distracted again.
“You’re not going to like this but, we can’t come to you. At least not now.”
“What do you mean not now?” He doesn’t mean to hiss at his brother, but he does anyway, ignoring the puzzled expression he knew you were most likely giving him. He’s never once spoken to Hunter in such a way, and he didn’t want to make a habit of it, but all Echo can think of is your safety, and the longer the two of you stayed out, the more likely it was for you to get hurt.
“He means, the statistical likelihood that we will not be spotted by the royal guards is awfully low. If we were to come now, we would be putting the two of you in more danger.” Tech cuts in, making Wrecker mumble something or other about statistical likelihoods never being in their favor.
“Karking hells,” Echo swears, shaking his head in irritation as understanding washes over him. Had it not been for the chat he held with that lady in the market, you would have already been on the Marauder heading out.
“I suggest you find a place to lay low. Once we figure something out, we’ll let you know.” Hunter responds a while later, and Echo takes a few deep breaths to calm himself and clear his mind of any unnecessary thoughts.
“Echo, can you hear me?” The clone leader speaks again, this time with a firmer tone, making Echo frown instantly and finally look at you. He finds you avoiding his gaze just as much, and he feels sick to his stomach for being the reason behind such a resigned look.
“Yes, yes. Loud and clear.”
Echo shakes his head and moves behind you, silently telling you to move ahead of him so he can keep an eye out and have your back. He thinks of the best plan of action to take now, but there isn’t a single option that doesn’t have plenty of risks for the both of you. He continues walking, hand on the blaster hanging from his side in case the guards return again.
So busy studying the street, Echo doesn’t notice you stop until he bumps into you, nearly tripping over your body and crashing onto the ground. You steady him immediately, clearing your throat when he lets out a whispered swear as soon as you touch his arm.
“Why did you stop?”
“There’s an inn I saw a couple of buildings back.” You avoid making eye contact with him, and Echo misses the playful glint he always saw in your eyes whenever he looked into them. He wants to raise your chin so he can take a better look at you, but he knows the last thing he should be doing right now is touching you so intimately again.
“The risk is too high.” All things considered, it’s a pretty good option, better than anything he thought of thus far, but he doesn’t want to think of staying somewhere where he isn’t keeping an eye on you, or worse, remaining in the same room as you for a whole night.
“Well, I’d rather be somewhere where we’re less noticeable. Don’t you?” You gaze into his eyes briefly, and Echo nearly loses his train of thoughts when he sees how dilated your pupils still remain. He stares at you for longer than deemed appropriate, clearing his throat awkwardly when he notices you shifting your weight from one foot to the other.
“Uhh, yeah…you’re right. L-lead the way.” He motions for you to go in front of him, and as your shoulder grazes his arm when you move past him, Echo notices your frown deepen. He doesn’t know what comes over him, but all of a sudden, you’re turning around and staring at him with what he can only explain as a hopeful look. He parts his lips to try and explain himself, but he quickly recognizes that you’ve only stopped because he had reached out to you and grabbed your wrist. Looking down at where he’s touching your bare skin, Echo shakes his head and snaps himself out of his thoughts, letting go immediately and shifting his gaze to your eyes once again.
“I- sorry…I’ll follow you.” He hates that he can barely string up a proper sentence in your presence now, but he thanks the maker when you merely nod at him and make your way down the street.
Neither of you says anything as you walk underneath the darker parts of town, completely avoiding the other’s gaze as well as those walking past you. Echo wants to break the awkward silence, but he knows he will either have nothing to say or may actually make the situation worse and say something idiotic. He stays close behind you though, and senses a strange feeling take over him every time he looks up and sees you move your line of sight away from him, as if he’s caught you staring at him.
Unbeknownst to him, you’re trying your best to keep your emotions in check, but every time you slow down and glance at him briefly, your mind worries all over again and you think over what happened not too long ago. It’s only when you notice Echo’s eyebrows furrow and twitch as he catches up with your pace that you realize you were unintentionally transferring your anxiety to him.
You halt in your steps as understanding washes over you, and Echo is at your side in the blink of an eye, hand on your back as he attempts to check on you.
“Is something wrong? Do you sense anything?” Gone is the shy, embarrassed clone trooper that has been avoiding your eyes for the past thirty minutes, and you look up at him with tear-filled eyes, nearly asking him why he was so uncomfortable with you now when he had his tongue down your throat, enthusiastically, a while ago. But you see the worry etched on his features, and you stop yourself before you say anything, afraid that the question might make matters worse and push him away further.
“Sorry no, it’s- it’s nothing. I’m just tired.” You can tell Echo knows you’re lying when he looks you over and doesn’t notice any signs of fatigue on you. He swallows the lump in his throat and removes his hand from your back, taking two steps back and looking out the street to see where the two of you are.
“We’re here anyway, let’s get inside before anyone spots us.” You point across the street, and don’t bother waiting for him to acknowledge your comment before you’re crossing the street. You hear Echo sigh tiredly behind you, and although you want to tell him that everything is going to be fine, you know that he’ll see right through the fake comforting words and say something snarky in return.
Best to leave it then…
“Hello,” putting on the best smile you can muster up, you call out to the theelin sitting behind a round desk at the center of the lobby.
“Rates are behind me. No negotiation. Full payment upfront. Take it or leave it.” He doesn’t bother looking up at you, continuing to scroll through the holopad in his hand as he taps his foot on the desk and lightly moves back and forth on his chair.
“Good evening to you too.” Echo murmurs beneath his breath, but the man catches his remark and finally looks up at the two of you. You clench your fists tightly when you see him narrow his eyes at Echo, and you hope to the maker that he doesn’t say anything offensive to him because you are in no mood to play nice with anyone.
“Don’t get snippy with me.” Echo must notice your hand moving to your lightsaber because he quickly slips his fingers around your wrist and tugs on it until it’s back on your side again. Taking a deep breath, you remember the purpose of your presence in the establishment and decide to hold out your patience for just a little longer.
“I’m sorry for my boyfriend here, it’s been a long day and I made him walk around for most of it. We’ll take a room for the night please?” You quickly slip your hands around Echo’s arm, nuzzling into his shoulder in a dramatic show of affection, hoping that the man in front of you was stupid enough to see past the discomfort the clone trooper beside you clearly still held for you, and actually believe your poorly-told lie.
“That’s 100 credits, sweetheart.”
“100 credits? This place isn’t even-” Echo steps forward and nearly goes on a rant, but the theelin throws the holopad aside and stands up.
“Want to make it 200, metalhead?”
If it were possible for you to see red so easily, you think you would have been blinded by it now and took the man’s head off before he can take in another breath. But something about the way Echo winces next to you brings you back to yourself, and you let go of him, not bothering for hiding yourself as you step towards the man and gesture with your hand at him.
“You will give us the room for free.”
“I- I will give you the room for free.” He repeats not a moment later, and you can vaguely feel Echo’s shock through the Force, but you say nothing of it now, not wanting to draw any more attention to yourself.
“You will allow us to keep the room until we no longer need it.”
“I will allow you to keep the room until you no longer need it.” He repeats once more, and you smile to yourself when he doesn’t blink once as he follows your orders and checks his data pad for the available rooms.
“Give us the most secluded room you have here.” You order one last time, looking at Echo to gauge his reaction. You thought you would find him somewhat angry with you at using the Force for something so trivial, but instead, you find him smiling and shaking his head while scouting the room to ensure that you’re alone.
“Seventh floor to the right. The code is 99731.”
“Thank you, and if it’s all the same, we don’t wish to be disturbed.” You fake another smile at him and move towards the elevator, but not before breaking the cameras hanging all around the lobby and the top of the elevator.
“You will not be disturbed.” He whispers back as he sits down again and returns to his holopad, making Echo chuckle to himself before motioning for you to enter the elevator first.
“Asshole…” You hiss at him and watch as Echo moves to the entrance to see if anyone is following you.
“Come on, before anyone shows up.” You call to Echo, not wanting to remain out in the open for longer than necessary. The silence is back at full-force when he enters the elevator, but you sense that Echo isn’t as uncomfortable in your presence as before, and you sigh in relief at moving past whatever awkwardness that took over ever since he kissed you. The elevator signals your arrival, and your hand moves to your weapon immediately. Echo sees your reaction and holds his hand out, silently telling you to remove your hand from your lightsaber. You meet his eyes and blink at him shyly before resting your hand at your side, forcing yourself to look as relaxed as possible so no one around will suspect you of anything.
Echo is first to get out, turning to the right and heading towards the only door on the floor. He waits until you’re beside him before pushing in the code, and as the steel door slides open, he steps to the side to allow you to enter first before he walks in behind you. As soon as the two of you are in the safety of the room, Echo locks the door and pushes his scomp through the keypad beside the holopad on the wall to ensure that it can only be opened from inside.
“Hmm, it’s genuinely better than I thought it would be.” He hears you comment from behind him and turns around to study the room, his heart instantly dropping at the site of the bed at the edge of the space. His eyes shift to the large windows nearby and although he wants to marvel at the view from the room, his mind immediately returns to the small issue staring back at him.
Of course there would only be one bed.
“Yeah, except for-” Echo points at the bed, looking up at you and waiting until you follow his line of sight before he says anything else.
“Except for what?” You ask as you take off your cloaks and fold them neatly before placing them on one of the chairs.
“That.”
“Ah, not keen on sharing a bed with me Echo?” You raise a curious eyebrow at him, unbuckling the belt around your waist, along with the lightsaber, and placing them on top of your robes. Echo watches you like a loth-wolf, eyeing your body for any signs of discomfort and finding it rather confusing that you were actually comfortable around him now. You were going to be alone with him for the next rotation, perhaps even more, and there was only one bed in the room, making this a much more intimate situation than he thought ever possible.
“No, I mean yes…it’s n-not that I don’t want to, it’s just…I can’t.”
“Can’t or won’t?” You cross your arms, and Echo’s eyes shift to your heaving chest for a brief second before they return above your neckline immediately. He clears his throat once and clenches his fist tightly, pushing the socket of his other arm behind his back in an attempt to show you how much he really didn’t want to answer your question.
“Right.” You notice his shy demeanor almost instantly, not from the clear shift in his body language, but from the way his Force signature changes to a much deeper shade of green than it usually is as soon as you ask your question. You say nothing else as you dismiss the whole conversation and shake your hand at him, walking around the room until Echo can see that you’re clearly disregarding whatever just happened for his sake. He’s quiet for a long time, and it’s only when he comes out of the refresher that you realize he’s left you all alone for a while, hence the lack of any noise from where you thought he was standing.
“Tech has our coordinates.” He breaks the silence and you see from your periphery that he was waiting for you to acknowledge that bit of information so he can go about whatever he was planning on doing for the near future.
“Okay.” Echo doesn’t know what he expected you to say, but it certainly wasn’t something as short and straightforward as this response. He can’t take his eyes off of you, and he wonders why you weren’t trying to get out of your drenched clothes.
Kriff, of course you weren’t going to strip down to nothing when you didn’t have a change of clothes. If there was another room, you would have been much more comfortable and warmer already. His mere presence was an inconvenience to you and Echo mentally slapped himself for, yet again, being such a nuisance.
If he were being honest with himself, however, he didn’t mind your state of attire at the moment. In fact, he enjoyed it immensely, especially since he could see your muscles through the thin material of your Jedi robes. His train of thoughts snaps him out of his haze and he chides himself for being such a creeper when you were most likely cursing the day you signed up to go on this mission with him.
He thinks you’re going to meditate, but when you stand at the windows and look across the city, Echo decides then and there that he’ll use this moment to apologize for the events of the day, and maybe explain to you why he was the reason behind your current predicament.
“Listen, I uhh…I wanted to apologize about earlier.” He approaches you slowly, hoping that he gains his voice quickly so his apology doesn’t come off disingenuous. You don’t acknowledge him until he stands next to you, and even then, you continue to stare out the window, not bothering to spare him so much as a glance.
“What about it?” The tone of your voice calms him a little, but he feels his nerves rise when he begins to explain himself and watches as you slowly turn towards him, eyes aimed to your fingers as they fiddle together anxiously. Hmm, perhaps he wasn’t the only nervous one here.
“I shouldn’t have stopped at the market. I should’ve been more aware of the guards watching us. If it hadn’t been for the time I wasted, we would be with the rest of the group by now.” Echo knows he may not be making a lot of sense, but when he finally looks at you, he finds a rather puzzling expression on your features. He thought you’d be irritated with him, perhaps even angry for him being the reason behind the chase around the city.
“What? Why are you staring at me like that?” He asks softly, not wanting to make it seem as if you didn’t have a right to look at him in such a manner.
“Nothing, it’s just…well, I thought you were apologizing for the kiss. I’m surprised that…ugh, nevermind.” His breath hitches when he registers your response, and just when he thinks you’re going to part with valuable words, you stop and turn away from him, facing the rain as it comes down harshly on the windows and prevents you from seeing the lights more clearly.
“I- I want to apologize for the kiss too. I should have given you a heads up before I…before we, you know.” Echo takes one step towards you and nearly reaches out to grab your arm, but he senses that you may not want him to come anywhere near you now and holds himself back. He wants you to say something, anything, to what he just said. But when you remain silent, he knows that nothing he’ll say will push you to speak with him. As twisted as it may be, Echo thinks that he’d rather have you yell at him for jeopardizing your life and the mission than the quietness befalling the two of you again.
Shaking his head, Echo reaches around and takes out the soft silk he’s kept tucked safely in his bag for the better half of the night.
“Here, I got t-this for you.” He turns the fabric over several times, letting it slide easily off of his cybernetic arm before holding it out to you. Echo thinks you will probably ignore him again, but to his shock, you face him almost instantly and look down at the soft silk intertwining in between his fingers. Looking into his eyes for a brief moment, you slowly reach for the scarf and take it from his hand, wrapping it several times around your fingers before letting it slide easily away from them and hang from where you’re pinching the material.
“It’s why I stopped when we were scouting the market place. I saw it and…it reminded me of you. I thought it would look pretty on you, especially since it’s the color of your lightsaber and all.” Echo scratches the back of his neck nervously, the smile he throws your way filled with the kind of hope that makes his actions from earlier much clearer to your mind. You finger the material for a while, wondering how you could have been so oblivious to his demeanor towards you. There’s nothing you can do except raise the scarf to your face and rub it against your cheek, feeling the softness of the fabric and wondering if Echo’s touch would feel just as soothing to your heated skin.
You look at him through heavy-lidded eyes and return the smile, waiting until his shoulders visibly relax before you throw the scarf aside and take a step towards him.
“I have nothing to give you in return…” You whisper to Echo, eyeing him closely to gauge his reaction to the proximity between your bodies.
“That’s okay, mesh’la. I didn’t do this for-” He begins to say but stops when he sees you growing even closer before resting both of your hands around his shoulders. He stops breathing and stares at you without blinking, praying to the maker that this wasn’t one of his dreams, and he was, in fact, feeling the touch of your skin on his yearning body.
“Except perhaps…this.” It’s the only warning Echo receives before you stand on your tiptoes and nudge your nose against his own. He parts his lips to say something but you don’t give him a chance to so much as breathe, molding your lips with his own in a chaste kiss, one that reminds him of the first intimate touch he shared with you not a whole hour prior. He shuts his eyes, wanting to commit every little caress and moan to memory before you decide to pull away and leave him.
But then you tilt your head to the side and deepen the kiss, and Echo knows then that he isn’t dreaming. No, this sensation felt too real. You were fisting your hands in his clothes, urging him to tower over you and return the kiss with as much fervor.
Then he remembers what was just transpiring between the two of you and he breaks the gesture abruptly, pushing you away to try and ground himself before he looks into your eyes again.
“Sweetheart, you don’t have to.” His voice is hoarse and he curses how easily affected he is by you. Expecting you to walk away from him, Echo looks down and pretends to focus on the ground so he doesn’t witness you leaving him.
But he should have known that you’d never do what he expects you to.
Without missing a beat, you throw your arms around his neck and bring your chest as flush to his own as possible, leaning into his space until your lips graze over his jaw and leave a trail of hot kisses down his neck to the little bit of his chest peeking through the damp clothes.
“But Echo, I want to. I really really want to.” You break the silence and bite into your lips mischievously when you pull away and notice the way Echo is gazing upon you. He stares at your features for what feels like hours before he responds.
“Yeah?” The question is completely unnecessary, at least that’s what you think, but you nod frantically to push aside any doubts the man in front of you is clearly having in response to your behavior. He slowly brings his arm around your waist and pushes on your lower back until there isn’t an inch in between the two of you.
“Force only knows how much I’ve wanted you ever since I joined the group. I can’t stop thinking about you, and…when we kissed earlier, I thought the feelings were mutual.” It’s your turn to question his feelings, but Echo is quick to brush aside whatever spiraling thoughts your mind was giving itself away to, bringing his cybernetic arm to your chin and raising your head until he looks straight into your dilated orbs.
“They are, oh sweetheart they are.” His exclamation hits you light a blaster shot, and you don’t blink once, wanting to look him in the eyes when you ask him the following question.
“Then w-why did you apologize?”
“Because I thought I made you uncomfortable. I thought I forced myself on you…and I thought you’d never look at me again because of what I did. Cyare, I would do anything to keep you safe, to keep you near me.” The desperation overflowing from his aura seeps into his words, and you feel your heart skip a beat at the prospect of being someone so important to him. It was against your upbringing, your values, your beliefs. To rely on another so heavily and hold a similar effect on them. It was unthinkable.
But here he was, laying down his soul for you to take without caring whether you could offer him anything in return. Little did he know, though, that you’d given yourself to him a long time ago.
Letting go of him, you take a step back and slowly remove the remaining robes from around your shoulders, until you’re left in nothing but a thin shirt and pair of cargo pants. Echo watches you intently, unsure of what it is you’re doing until his eyes take in the way you unbutton your pants and let them drop to the ground.
“What- what are you doing?” He’s nervous for a different reason now, and you smile at him to put his mind at ease, not wanting to overdo in case he isn’t ready to take such a monumental step with you.
“You said you’d do anything to keep me near you.” You respond as if it was the most sensical action to take, and as you step out of your pants and play with the hem of your shirt, Echo can’t help but trail his eyes across your body, marveling to himself at the rippling muscles and scars adorning your skin. He’s dreamt of this moment so often that he lost count of how many times he woke up sweating and touching himself. But now that he is here, Echo understands that nothing, absolutely nothing, compares to you in front of him now.
Breathtaking.
“Yeah but you- you don’t have to…we don’t have to do anything.” It’s the opposite of what he wants to say, what he feels, but he doesn’t want you to think that he’s the type of man to take advantage of the circumstances and use you. Granted, he desperately wanted to give into the moment, but not at the cost of you thinking so negatively of him.
“Echo, I want you to be with me.” You practically moan for him, moving into his space and grazing your fingers up and down his chest until his knees nearly give out. Echo throws his head back and purrs at the soft, teasing touches you were gracing him with, and when you call for him again, he knows he’s made up his mind.
“Be with me.”
“Are you sure?”
“Absolutely.” You answer instantly, leaning up and kissing his jaw until he takes you into his embrace once more. He nuzzles his cheeks against your temple, taking in a long whiff of your scent until the only thing he can sense is you.
“A-are you sure?” You ask with a hesitation Echo never thought you capable of, and he chuckles at the mind-boggling question before he leans back and meets your gaze.
“I’ve never been more sure of anything else in my life, cyar’ika.” You attack his mouth soon after, swallowing his groans when he parts his lips and welcomes you in enthusiastically. You thought his shy demeanor would continue, but the deeper the kiss becomes, the more bold the clone trooper is with his touches. Whereas his hand was at a respectful spot earlier, you have to stop yourself from giggling against his lips as soon as you feel his fingers dig in the flesh of your ass and squeeze tightly. The wet clothes still covering you barely leave anything to the imagination, but you gasp all the same when Echo slips his palm inside your panties and slides his fingers a little further down until he can feel how wet you are for him.
You tilt your head to the side and sigh his name as he continues to familiarize himself with your skin, and before you can register what’s happening, Echo is leaning down and biting harshly on your shoulder, snapping you out of whatever haze that’s fallen over you and forcing you to look at him.
“Let me see all of you,” his pleading words are music to your ears, and you don’t waste another second, quickly discarding your shirt while he kneels down and lowers your panties. When he stands to his height, he takes a step back until he hits the cold glass windows, roaming his eyes down your body until he satisfies his mind’s eye with the image of your perfection. You bask in the attention he gives you, keeping your hands to yourself for as long as possible until you can no longer stand there without touching him.
As soon as you grab the hem of his shirt, however, Echo snaps out of his haze and grabs your wrist to stop you from viewing him to your hungry eyes.
“Wait, I-”
“Yes?” You frown at him but don’t follow through with your intentions, waiting patiently until he feels he can answer your question with ease.
“I don’t think you want to see me. It- it doesn’t look good underneath all these clothes.” His response comes to you as a shock, considering how he seldom cared for his looks. The way he’s avoiding your eyes now makes you wonder if he always cared for his appearance but you just never noticed it, or if he was only so self-conscious due to the situation you found yourself in. You realize that you don’t really care why he thinks of himself in such a way, or why he thought you’d even care for something so trivial. Not wanting to push him past his comfort zone, you let go of his shirt and wrap your arms around his waist to bring him as close to you as possible.
“Echo, I don’t care. I don’t care how you look. I want you for you…for your sweet words, and your kind heart, and your generous spirit. I want you baby, I don’t care for anything else.” You hope he can believe the genuineness of your words, or at the very least, see that you weren’t the type of person to care for such an insignificant characteristic. You don’t like how closed off his body language is, and you kiss across his chest and arms to soothe his anxiety so he doesn’t leave altogether.
“But if you’re not comfortable with me just yet, then I will respect that. I won’t pressure you to do anything you don’t want to do.” The reassuring words wash over him like lukewarm water and he relaxes beneath your touch with each little peck you leave on his touch-starved skin, until he is sure you managed to mark every visible inch of him. Echo thinks he might lose his mind from how sweet you’re being with him, his breathing becoming erratic when whisper sweet words against his skin with every little kiss and touch you caress him with,
“If you’ll allow me though, I will worship every inch of you…as you deserve.” You promise him as you circle your arms around his body and dig your fingers into his back, wanting him to be as close to you as possible so he can feel your honesty through the Force.
“You- you truly want me this much, sweetheart?” He’s shaking in your embrace, and you chuckle in return at the oddity of the question. If only he knew how much you craved him.
“Oh you have no idea,” you respond right away, not wanting him to think you’re laughing at his question, or worse, at his reaction. You pull back enough to take a good look at him, and you focus all of your energy on the space between the two of you, wanting him to know that you weren’t telling a single lie. He must be in tune with your intentions because his expression relaxes greatly when he meets your eyes and sees nothing but adoration aimed at him.
“Then…I’m all yours.”
“You’ll tell me if you don’t like something.” You want nothing more than to push him down and have your way with him, but you want him to know that you’ll gladly stop if you do something he doesn’t particularly enjoy. He was very much in control of the situation, and you desperately wished he believed that as well.
“Y-yeah.” His voice is not as reluctant as before, but you get the sense that he was still shy, perhaps even afraid of the prospect of revealing his body to you. Not wanting to waste anothering moment, you take his hand in your own and lead him to the bed, softly pushing on his chest until he sits down and makes space for you in between his thighs. Echo gulps nervously as you trail your fingers across his flushed skin, only to cease breathing when you lean down and cup his cheeks, keeping him still beneath you so you can kiss his forehead and whisper more assurances to him.
His hand gravitates to your thigh and he holds onto your leg to try and force himself to focus on your touches and nothing else. You continue to kiss his face as you bend over and grab the edge of his shirt, slowly pulling it up until he raises his arms for you to take it off of him completely. When you throw it aside and kneel in front of him, Echo rests his hand on your shoulder and wishes for the impossible.
He mourns the times he could have shared with you if you had just met him before Skako Minor.
“Maker,” the sentiment brings him out of his reverie before he can dwell too long on the ‘what ifs,’ and he pouts at you when he sees the expression on your pretty features shift several times until a sense of somber anger lingers through and remains unchanging.
“I- I told you it didn’t look great.”
“Baby, if I could take away your pain, I would do it…in a heartbeat.” You don’t want him to misunderstand your reaction, and you apologize for everything that’s been done to him, moving into his space until you can rest your cheek over his heart. It beats wildly against your ear and you hope it isn’t due to fear or nervousness. Against your better judgment, you tap into his Force signature and sigh in relief as understanding dawns over you.
Echo isn’t embarrassed to be seen by you but guilty, of what you are unsure. But you push on and rest your lips against his chest until his heart beats even harder beneath you.
“Kriff,” he curses and slides his hand across your back to your neck, grasping it tightly to tilt your head so he can look into your eyes and thank you for being so patient with him.
“You mean so much to me,” you smile at him, leaning into the possessive touch before giving equal attention to the rest of his broad chest. You keep your hands over his hips, knowing that things would surrey escalate quickly if you didn’t pace yourself and think of his comfort first
“Ah…s-sweetheart,” Echo moans beneath you, his breaths coming in erratic when he feels your tongue slide over his muscles and leave a trail of your mark across him.
“And I will never let anything happen to you…ever again.” Although the tone of your voice comes off a little aggressive, Echo knows that it is your sense of protection making you this possessive of him, and not something he should fear. You were among the most well-respected Jedi, and although he knew that the events of the night would not benefit you in any way, he chose to think over the fact that the Jedi Order no longer existed and how honest you would be with him if you truly didn’t want this. No longer able to keep himself sitting upright, Echo throws his head back and falls onto the bed when he feels your teeth graze over his collarbone.
“Oh fuck, your mouth feels so good…please,” he hears you giggle sweetly at him as you stand up and straddle his waist. You don’t give him any respite however, attacking him with your tongue, and teeth and hands until he’s a shaking mess underneath you. He grabs your ass with his hand and rests the scomp of his other one over your thighs, unintentionally bucking his hips into your wet core as soon as he feels you rub yourself on him. He’s hard and wanting, incapable of thinking of anything else but the immense pleasure you were bestowing upon him.
It occurs to him that he rather enjoys you taking what you want from him, and he wonders if you’d be willing to remain in charge until the two of you reach release. There’s something so inherently sexy about a powerful Jedi such as yourself descending to their basest of instincts just to reach that unimaginable pleasure, and he feels honored that he is the one to throw you over the edge so quickly. He never thought you’d react in such an unhinged, nearly violent way to him, but he can’t find it in himself to care, especially now when he could see you let go completely just to make him see the galaxies in your arms.
“Tell me what you want Echo, I’ll give you anything you ask for.”
“I- I want you, love. Just you.” Echo manages to flutter his eyes open in time to see you move lower across his body, parting his lips in anticipation when you unbutton his cargo pants and reach inside to take him in your hand. He sucks in a harsh breath as soon as he feels the palm of your hand cup his cock and squeeze it tightly. When he looks into your eyes, he sees them glistening wickedly with such strong emotions that he nearly comes then and there. For some reason, he genuinely thought you’d be the type to shy away from such lewd displays of affections, but you prove him wrong again and spit in your other hand before sitting up to lower down the rest of his pants and free him from the confines of his clothes.
“You already have me.” You whisper to him as you begin to bend over his body to take his cock in your mouth, but Echo shakes his head at you and grabs your hand, not bothering to give you any explanation as he pulls you up until you fall against his chest.
“Come here,” he swallows your surprised shrieks with an intense kiss, refusing to let go of you even as you begin to jerk him off and tease the base of his cock with your soft fingers. Only when you reach lower and massage his balls does Echo finally break the kiss, groaning your name wantonly as you squeeze the tip of his cock while biting his neck and shoulder. You try to slither down his body again but Echo whispers a quick ‘no’ before grabbing your neck and keeping you against his chest.
“But I-” you want to tell him that there’s nothing more you need in this world than to feel him hot and heavy in your mouth, but Echo doesn’t give you the chance to continue, once again calling your name sweetly so he can hold your undivided attention.
“We have all the time in the galaxy, you can do whatever you want with me later.” He smiles at you when he sees you whine in disapproval, the expression throwing you off completely because of how rare it is to see it so genuine and pure.
“But right now, I really want to feel your cunt wrapped around my cock.” His words shoot straight to your core, halting your actions in an instant and sending a wave of goosebumps across your skin.
“Oh,” you look in between his eyes and briefly question whether they were always this light hazel color. All clones had similar physical features, even those in your crew. The differences were more pronounced amongst the Bad Batch for obvious reasons, but the color of their eyes never changed.
But now that you were laying so close to Echo, you swear his eyes are different from the others. They rarely displayed strong emotions, and you think it’s because Echo often tried to hide his true feelings from the others around him so they wouldn’t worry too much about him. But looking at him now, you come to accept that his pretty gaze would always be a source of serenity and safety for you.
You want to tell him how much you love his eyes, how you’ll never be able to look into another’s so intimately, how honored you feel for being at the receiving end of such a loving gaze. But Echo surprises you suddenly as he lets go of your neck and expertly moves his hand in between your bodies until he graces your wet folds with two of his fingers. He moans against your cheek when he feels your slit gush for him, and as slowly as possible, he rubs your clit a few times to wet his fingers so he can slide them into your cunt with ease. You shut your eyes and call for him as you feel his digits fill you up, and Echo mirrors your actions from before, leaning up just enough to lick your neck before sinking his teeth into the space just above your clavicle.
“Fuck sweetheart, you’re already so wet. Is this all for me?” He fucks you slowly with his fingers, the sound of your slick filling the night air becoming music to his ears. For a moment, he realizes that he should have probably asked you if this is okay, but he remembers who you are and how easily you could climb off of him if you didn’t enjoy his ministrations. You pray his name over and over again, and Echo swears this must be what heaven feels like because never in his life did he think he’d live to have you so desperate and submissive in his arms.
“I- yes, it’s all for you Echo. You kissed me and…I- I’m always like this whenever you’re around.” Your confession fills him with pride, and he thrusts his hips against you to get some friction against his achingly hard cock.
“Is that right?” Echo wants to ask more, but he knows his mind is running out of coherent thoughts the more you drench his fingers and mark him with your essence. To think that you were always so ready to take him by just being in his vicinity flips a switch in Echo’s mind and he picks up his pace, wanting to feel you come on his fingers before he can finally shove his cock in your cunt.
“Yes…oh gods yes. Please Echo, show me how much you want me.”
“I’m going to take my time with you…map every inch of your skin with my lips. I’ll never stop showing you how much I…how much I care for you cyar’ika.” Hearing him finally tell you how deeply he feels for you is enough to throw you over the edge, and you grab onto his shoulders while resting your forehead against his own as soon as your body gives into the pleasure and shudders from how hard the orgasm hits you. You want to tell him that you care for him as well, more than that if you’re being honest, but he doesn’t slow down and continues to twist and push his fingers against your tight walls until you can’t breathe any more.
“Echo,” you call for him once, and a part of you wishes you didn’t say anything because he stops and removes his fingers from your slit. You can feel your juices coating his hand as he roams his palm over your back and drags your essence across your skin. Raising your head, you bite into your lips when you see the way he’s looking at you, and as you’re about to tell him those three fateful words you’ve been holding back for some time now, Echo pushes his hand between your sweaty bodies again and takes hold of his dick, teasing your clit with soft passes until you begin to roll your hips above him and coat his length with your cum.
“You going to let me make love to you baby? You going to let me fuck you so deep till you can’t think of anything else but my cock?”
“Please Echo,” you’re not above begging, and you hope that Echo doesn’t wait any longer before giving in to his desires.
“Kriffing hells, if I’d known it takes so little to get you moaning my name like that, I would have gotten on my knees and begged you to let me touch you from the very first time I laid my eyes on you.” He thrusts up into you, smirking at your reactions when he spreads your thighs wider and nudges your clit with the head of his cock.
“Echo, I need you…now. You- you said we’d take our time later.” Again, Echo kisses across your neck as he pushes his dick against you, bringing his cybernetic arm around your back as soon as you fall over him and nuzzle into his neck. You bring your arms above his head and keep him in your embrace, rolling your hips along with him to entice him enough so he can finally put you out of your misery and take you.
“You want my cock, little love?” The pet name does something to you, but you will yourself to not be distracted by his sweet words, wanting to hold all of your attention on feeling him beneath you.
“Desperately.”
“Then you can have it,” the only warning you have is a deep, guttural groan emitting from Echo’s chest as he slowly pushes his cock inside your cunt, bringing his hand over your ass and applying enough pressure to keep you planted flush against him.
“O-ohhhh…”
Neither of you move for what feels like hours, and Echo swears against your ears when you clench tightly around him and somehow pull him in deeper.
“F-fuck,” he digs his fingers into the flesh of your back, refusing to have any space between your bodies out of fear of this being nothing more than a dream.
“Move…please move.” You grind on top of him to test the waters, but Echo growls for you to stop, wanting to commit this moment to memory so he can revisit it whenever he feels particularly needy for you.
“Hold on, just let me…let me feel you. L-let me feel all of you.” The way his voice breaks does something to you, and you obey him without a second thought, leaning up just a little so you can take a better look at him. You find his eyes tightly shut, and you caress his eyelids with your lips until they relax and slowly flutter open to see you.
“Echo, you’re so good…so good to me.” You bite into your lower lip when your comment makes him push up into you, sending his cock into that special spot inside of you that makes you shake in weakness.
“If you keep talking like that, I won’t last much longer sweetheart.” He warns you with a shallow thrust, and you hover your mouth over his lips when he sets a slow pace, shoving his cock in and out of you so gently and steadily until that familiar tight knot in your lower stomach begins to unravel again.
“And you feel so hard inside me…filling me up like no one else has before.” You lick his lower lip, giving the corner of his mouth a quick kiss before you rest your forehead against his cheek and start pushing yourself down on his dick, meeting his sweet touches with hard thrusts of your own.
“Yeah? Tell me sweetheart, has anyone fucked you the way I do?”
“No…gods no.” You barely manage to breathe in between those words, making Echo chuckle at your desperation while struggling with his own.
“Has- has anyone kissed you like I do?” He asks with hope and expectation, praying to the maker that you give him the answer he craves.
“Never,” you nearly choke on your saliva when Echo begins to fuck up into you harder, the tip of his cock passing over your walls so deliciously that you swear you can feel ever ridge and ever vein on his dick the deeper he comes inside of you.
“Fuck…fuck, ahhh- has anyone touched you how I do?” Echo is bordering on the edge of ecstasy, and you moan his name like a benediction when he stops for a second to enjoy the feeling of your cunt wrapped around him before he continues his rough thrusts once more.
“No one Echo, oh fuck, please…right there.”
“Ner cyare, I- I…” He wants to say so much, reveal his heart’s secrets so he can finally know if you feel the same way he does. But the need to make you come on his cock outweighs everything else, and he pushes his nose against your jugular while wrapping both of his arms around your back to keep you as flush to him as possible.
“I know baby, I know.” You’re shaking in his arms, hugging him tightly as you surrender to his ministrations. Something snaps inside Echo because he begins to fuck you with abandon until you can feel him and only him.
“So close,” you whisper against his cheek, not knowing how to help him reach his own peak in return. He barely gives you the chance to push off of him so you do the only thing within your power, you lean down and kiss his temple while he fills you up over and over again.
“Me too sweetheart, me too.”
“Kiss me Echo,” his breathing is erratic but he obeys you instantly, molding his lips with your own in a hungry kiss until your senses are flooded with his touch and his taste and his presence.
I love you Echo, so much.
Your voice echoes in his mind for seconds on end, and Echo cums inside of you as soon as he registers what you just did. You swallow his moans as he shoots his seed into your cunt, filling you up with every hard thrust until he feels your walls flutter around him. You break the kiss as you climax, letting your head fall into his neck as you sob violently from the intensity of your orgasm. He’s managed to coax pleasure from your body in such a short period of time, but you get the sense that it was only possible because it is him. The fact that he’s head you wrapped around his finger for such a long time probably had some effect on you as well, but you pay those thoughts no mind as you slowly come down from your high and feel Echo make more of a mess of you when he pulls out and nudges his cock in between your damp bodies.
You stay in each other’s arms for a long time, only deciding to move when your sweat cools down and makes you shiver. Ever the gentleman, Echo sits up while keeping you in his arms, somehow managing to maneuver the two of you around across the bed until you’re both laying down against the pillows. He pulls up the covers over your bodies, pulling you into his side and wrapping his arm around your back to keep you close to his heart.
“About what I said, I- don’t think too much on it.” You break the silence all of a sudden, and Echo has to sift through everything you said to figure out what you’re referring to.
“Hmm?”
“I don’t want you to think that you have to…you know, say it back.” It’s only when you say that last sentiment that Echo finally knows what you’re talking about, and he holds back the sarcastic comment on the tip of his tongue when he looks down and sees something akin to anxiety swimming in your eyes.
“Don’t you know?” It’s a simple question, and Echo doesn’t leave the silence to linger for too long, wanting you to know that he cares for you as much as you care for him, perhaps even more.
“I love you too mesh’la, with all my heart.” The revelation nearly sends your heart leaping out of your chest, and you can only smile and lean up to kiss him in response, unsure of whether you had the wherewithal to say any coherent sentence now. Echo in turn kisses the crown of your head, tracing random patterns across your shoulders when he feels you relax into him as the moments roll by.
“Thank you for the scarf, and for thinking of me.”
“I’m always thinking of you, little love. You- you never leave my mind really.”
“Neither do you.”
The depths of your words reminds Echo of your identity, and he smiles down at you when he realizes that such a sentiment probably meant a great deal to you considering your upbringing and the rules you were tasked to follow since your childhood. He wants to ask you about your attachment to him, but he knows it’s not the time to do so, and he has no wish to ruin the moment by bringing up something so “sensitive.”
“So that thing you did, before I…you know.” Even though he just said the filthiest things to you, he shies away from saying anything crude now, mostly because he’s afraid it would come out more awkward than it sounds in his head.
“Came?” You finish the thought for him and Echo winces briefly before nodding in agreement.
“Y-yeah.”
Something happens between his response and your understanding of it because all of a sudden, you’re sitting up and resting your hand on Echo’s chest as you apologize profusely to him.
“Oh maker, did I- I made you uncomfortable, didn’t I? I should have asked before I presumed you’d…Echo, I’m so sorry. It didn’t ever occur to me that you wouldn’t be comfortable with that considering what happened on-”
“Cyare, sweetheart…look at me.” Echo sits up and tugs you into him, not caring for how the wires on his chest might hurt you as he keeps you against his chest rather forcefully and refuses to let up.
“I didn’t mind it, one bit. On the contrary, I was going to ask if you can do it again.” He says quickly to avoid whatever misunderstanding that was about to unfold, only letting go of you when he sees you register his words in your mind.
“Really?” Your expression turns from one of worry to shock, and Echo smiles at how easily surprised you can be.
“It…felt nice, hearing your voice inside my mind I mean. I really liked it, made me feel so connected to you.” Echo roams his fingers down your neck to your sternum, moving them across your breasts slowly until he notices your nipples pebble beneath his touch. He’s distracted for a second when he flicks one peak with his thumb and makes you fall over him.
“Because your cock fucking me so deep wasn’t connecting us enough?” You ask teasingly, giggling like a little girl when he sighs in irritation and falls back into the bed, taking you along with him.
“And here I thought I could have a nice moment with you.”
“You know you’re enjoying this just as much.” You tilt his head so he can look at you again, tapping his nose twice and laughing even harder when he smiles and raises a curious eyebrow at you.
“You got me there.”
“I’m glad you kissed me tonight.” You break the silence after a while again, looking into Echo’s eyes when he turns to his side and throws his arm over your waist.
“I’m glad you kissed me back.” He’s about to tell you his brothers will be happy that he finally told you how he feels when your hand rolls down his chest and begins to reach for his slowly hardening cock.
“Kriff sweetheart, as much as I want to go for round two, we should get some rest.” He stops you before things escalate, grabbing your hands and turning you around in his arms until your back is against his chest.
“But-” You want to argue with him, but Echo is insistent, shaking his head and tugging you into him to try and distract you from whatever plan you had in mind.
“Knowing Hunter and Tech, the plan won’t go as smoothly as they’ll plan it.”
“Fine, but I’m holding you to your word.” You warn him with a quick glance, only to pull away when you feel him kiss your neck and bite you playfully.
“Believe me when I tell you, I’ll be counting the seconds until you touch me again.” His voice is hoarse, sending a new wave of arousal down your spine and making you wish you weren’t in need of rest. But he was right, and you knew better than to think that the plan would go smoothly. If the events of the night proved anything, it was that the unexpected and the impossible did not often go hand-in-hand.
“Good night sweetheart,” Echo whispers against your skin before he nuzzles against your neck, smiling to himself when you reach for his hand and intertwine your fingers together.
Quick thots for a character eh? Echo. Anything echo 😏😏😏
Send me a character and I’ll do some quick asks and thots for them. 😈
HEJXJDJS YES. I fucking LOVE Echo. My feels for him have skyrocketed lately🥰 ok so
Echo really…..really likes to be cockwarmed. like really fucking likes it. 👀
You take him to your place or he’ll bring you to a quiet corner in the barracks and after he’s had more than his fill of kissing you all over and stripping the clothes off you bit by bit…he’s pulling you into his lap.
You slowly ease down onto him and he sighs happily, eyes hooded and hands gripping onto your hips. “Yeah fuck that’s it….” He’s groaning, while you draw your hips up just enough to create a drag of pleasure against him. You tighten your walls in rhythm with the slow rolls of your hips.
“So good…h-how do you…do that?” He gasps, burying his face in your neck to kiss you as you ride him. “You’re so good to me, mesh’la.”
You giggle softly, contracting your walls impossibly tighter and making him tip his head back to audibly moan. You rest your hand on his chin, tipping his face up to gaze lovingly at his strong rounded jaw, his pretty brown eyes and that satisfied, blissed out smile he seemed to save only for you. “Because you deserve it, my handsome…perfect man.”
Hello I was wondering if I could request an echo x gn reader where either the bad batch and omega or the 501st(i can't choose) try to get them together only to find out that they are already together?
hello! i went with the 501st for this one, i hope you enjoy it!! it can be read as a continuation of my echo fic "stolen moments of peace and quiet," or it can be read as a standalone work.
words: 1,577
summary: After deciding that you're apparently meant to be, Fives and Jesse are dead set on getting you and Echo to confess your feelings for each other. There's just one little issue: you don't really need their help in the relationship department.
clone troopers masterlist
Unnecessary Matchmaking
When Jesse stepped into the lounge of the Resolute, he was met with a surprising sight. Usually the room was empty, or there were a few troopers lounging around between their duty shifts, but this time the sight was a little more interesting. You and Echo were curled up together on the couch, your head on Echo’s shoulder and both your breaths were steady and even. It was clear that you’d be in this position for a while, as the blanket you were sharing had fallen down to just rest on your laps and the two of you wore matching peaceful expressions on your faces.
Jesse tiptoed quietly around the room and grabbed a canteen of water from the chiller, careful not to let his footsteps make too much noise and wake either of you up. He couldn’t help but linger at the doorway and watch you for a moment more, because this was such a rare occasion for both you and Echo that he was glad you found the chance to take some time to yourselves. Life in the 501st could be crazy and chaotic, and everyone needed a good nap every once in a while.
As he closed the door to the lounge behind him, Fives appeared in the hallway. “Hey, did you know Echo is seeing someone?” Jesse asked. If anyone knew about the development in yours and Echo’s relationship, it would be Fives, as the two troopers were extremely close.
But much to Jesse’s surprise, his brother looked at him with an expression of complete and utter confusion. “No he’s not, what are you talking about?”
Jesse just pointed to the door of the lounge, and waited as Fives poked his head into the room and took in the sight of Echo cuddling with you on the couch. “I know what it looks like, but they’re not together,” Fives said. “He’s a little infatuated right now, but he hasn’t made a move or anything.”
“But-”
“I know, but he would have told me if he did something,” Fives said. “At this point it’s been months, I think the only way he’d act actually say something about it was if he was forced to.”
“Why?”
“He’s convinced that his feelings are not reciprocated.”
Jesse raised his eyebrows. “I’ve been in the medbay when the two of you come in with injuries, and the attraction between those two is obvious. If that’s not clear proof I don’t know what is.”
“That’s what I told him!” Fives said. “But he’s just not listening to me.”
“Okay, maybe we need to stage some kind of situation for them to admit how they feel to each other,” Jesse said, his mind already racing and coming up with different ideas to help his friends.
“After seeing that scene in there, I definitely agree,” Fives said. “Otherwise nothing will ever happen.”
***
After their little discovery, Jesse and Fives worked together to try and put you and Echo in situations where you would be close to each other.
First, they tried the good old fashioned trick to lock the two of you in a closet. Kix thought they were both being a little stupid, but agreed to hide your keys just to humor them (he would never admit it to his meddling brothers, but he thought you and Echo would be good together). What they didn’t count on was the fact that you had an extra set of keys in the pocket of your uniform at all times, because as a child you had a habit of locking yourself in places and not being able to get out. It also wasn’t ideal that the closets in the medbay locked from both the inside and the outside, so as long as you had a key you could get out. It had gone wrong from the beginning though, because Echo was called into a meeting with Rex almost immediately after they had locked the two of you in there, so there wasn’t even time for an awkward conversation about what you were doing there.
Next, Fives tried to talk to Echo, telling him a made up story where the moral was to always act on one’s feelings, but Echo took it the wrong way, thinking that Fives needed his help (or at least some reassurance) to go and ask out the mechanic that he was always talking about. Fives did in fact need a little reassurance, but that was not the point here. No matter how many times he tried to insinuate that Echo potentially could make some changes in his life, it was like the point went right over his brother’s head, and eventually it became obvious that this strategy to get him to confess was going to be absolutely useless.
Jesse even tried to talk to you, asking you what you were going to be doing during the 501st’s upcoming shore leave when Echo was in earshot, but you just shrugged and said you weren’t sure yet. He then tried to invite you to 79’s with the rest of boys (where he would make sure you and Echo ended up at the table by yourselves for a while), but you just shook your head and said that it was always a little loud in there for your taste, and that maybe you would try to do something else while you had some free time.
The worst part was that whole time they tried to get you to realize your feelings, you and Echo acted like you should be a couple already. Fives and Jesse found you and Echo asleep together in the lounge at least two more times, and apparently Kix had stumbled upon a similar scene at some point too. Whenever you woke up and had some time before your shift in the medbay, you always went to the ship’s lounge, and there was always a cup of caf waiting there for you (that Echo had made, but he always joking told Fives to go make his own caf when he asked if it was for him). The sheer sight of you two sitting together and sharing breakfast all the time was making Jesse a little crazy, and Fives was convinced that you weren’t together, because Echo would have told him if you were.
“I have no idea how we could get them to say something to each other,” Jesse said to Fives as they walked through the halls together after a meeting. “It seems they physically cannot understand that they’re in love with each other.”
“I know,” Fives responded. “I think at this point we may have to just sit by and watch them pine like idiots.” They were passing the lounge and decided to stop in for a cup of caf, but what they found when the doors opened was more interesting anyway.
You and Echo were kissing. Scratch that, what you were doing could only be described as making out, right in front of the caf machine, and neither of you had apparently heard the door open. Fives just stood there with a shocked expression on his face, and Jesse cleared his throat.
When you realized that you had company in the room, your eyes widened and you pulled away from Echo. You opened your mouth, likely to apologize, but Jesse cut you off. “Wait, you two are together?” You and Echo exchanged looks before nodding in sync. “How long has this been going on?”
Echo’s voice was quiet as he responded. “Six months.”
Jesse was going to say something, but Fives entered the conversation. “You’ve been seeing someone for six months and you didn’t tell me?”
That’s my fault,” you said. “I wanted to keep things on the down low for a while, and Echo says that you’re not the best at keeping secrets.”
Fives gaped, but he really couldn’t say anything in response (there was a reason no one told Fives who the general was married to). “Were you ever going to say anything?”
“Of course!” Echo responded. “Things just get busy when you’re fighting a war.”
Jesse nodded, that definitely couldn’t be understated. They had hopped across more planets and fought in more battles recently, and it only seemed that the Separatists were ramping up their offensives. “Wait,” he cut in, a realization dawning on him. “You sat by and watched us attempt to get you together, and you didn’t think to say ‘oh don’t worry you two, we’ve already got this under control?’”
You and Echo looked at each other before sharing a laugh and responding. “We were going to let you in on the secret soon,” Echo said. “But we also thought it was funny that you kept trying to set us up.”
“Plus, we thought it would be kind of obvious, given the amount of time we’ve fallen asleep on that couch,” you said with a smile.
Jesse and Fives just stood there, still trying to process the situation. “I hate you both,” Fives said, but everyone knew he was just joking around.
Echo just laughed. “Sorry vod. Next time I have big news, you’ll be the first person I tell, alright?”
“I’m holding you to that,” Fives responded. “Now just don’t make out again in front of me and I think we’ll be alright.”
Now it was your turn to laugh (because this was exactly what Echo said would happen if his batchmate found out). “You’ve got yourself a deal.”
- the end -
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Warnings: GN!Reader, Pre-Citadel, Echo's wearing the stockings, this one is pretty tame. Reader is described as shorter than Echo.
"I don't know how I feel about this," Echo says apprehensively through the fresher door. You're perched on your bed, legs crossed, gnawing on your lower lip in anticipation.
"You're gonna look great, Echo. Come on out, I wanna see."
The door swooshes open and out steps your beloved ARC Trooper, bare naked, save for his legs, which are clad in a delicate pair of sheer white stockings. The tops are decorated in gorgeous white lace that complement his brown skin beautifully. He looks shy, shoulders hunched, arms crossed over his chest. He doesn't say anything, but he's watching you with worry.
Your mouth is dry, heart racing in your chest. He looks absolutely angelic, the stockings doing wonders to accentuate the musculature of his calves, and there's the most subtle squish above the elastic on his thighs. You want to sink your teeth into it. He must pick up on your feelings, because he straightens up minutely, a smile shadowing his face. "You like them?"
You sound breathless when you speak. "I absolutely love them. You look fantastic. Come here."
You stand as Echo follows your directive, and you turn him to face the full length mirror across from your bed, standing behind him. You're shorter than him, so you peek from around him, wrapping your arms around his waist and trailing your hands down his abs, over his hips to rest on his thighs. His cock twitches and starts to harden in interest, and he exhales slowly, finally fully relaxing. You smirk. "Let me make you feel good, in thanks for indulging me."
hi could i request some fluff with echo and a f reader?
distracted
PAIRING: echo x fem!reader
A/N: this is very late, and i'm super sorry! this is also rather short . ooc :/
WARNINGS: besides engaging in battle, not much
echo getting distracted while he was on a mission was something that never happened. his mind was always too focused on the task at hand, and there was this certain urgency for him to do what he needed to do in the most efficient way possible. he just couldn't get distracted, he paid no mind to anything that wasn't necessary to complete a mission. source of his zoned in mindset was his past role as an ARC trooper. his past affiliation enforced the no distraction rule, as if being a clone didn't imprint that enough in his head.
this said, echo just couldn't keep his eyes off you.
he didn't understand why he was just so mesmerized by your smooth movements, his eyes trained on how swift you maneuvered your body whilst shooting from your blaster. he noticed that a thin layer of sweat was sticking to your body that added glow onto your face from the gleaming sunlight kissing your skin, and it oddly made him fluster.
echo observed that, like always, you were very pretty.
now you were saying something to him, and echo was so distracted by your lips that he then got pushed down by hunter, multiple shots zooming over their heads. if not for his brother, echo was sure that would’ve taken him out.
“echo!”
the pale faced man blinked, before he snapped back into reality. the smell of dewy grass soaked from the early morning rain tickled his nose and it mixed horribly with the scent of bitter smoke from the fires that were being started. all he could hear was muddled noise, the sound of shots being fired from both sides, chatter from the smugglers, and hunter ordering the rest of the batch what to do for the best approach combined into an incoherent jumble of sound.
echo then watched you shoot three droids down before you rushed to him, warm hands meeting his cold cheeks. you were so close now, and it made echo swallow in nervousness. “you okay? hit anywhere?” the worry in your voice made him wallow in guilt, not wanting you to get all upset over him. “i’m okay cyar’ika, we need to complete the mission.”
you nodded with hesitance, but helped him get back up into a crouched position. he didn't need your assistance, which he would've told you but he appreciated the extra touches. echo exhaled deeply to try and regain focus at hand, and looked towards hunter who had gotten up and started moving forward. he caught the eye of his brother, and he knew what hunter was thinking by that knowing smirk.
echo was for sure expecting to be teased when back on the marauder, its not everyday he gets distracted, and especially by someone the batch knows he loves.
already knowing that tech must’ve seen what happened too as he had a good sight on where he was, echo groaned internally. his brothers were a delight to be around, but sucked when they got something to poke fun about.
you fired the blaster couple times more, and shouted towards wrecker to direct him where he should go. echo zoned in and went back to what he was supposed to do, which was go to where tech was stationed to help him out with getting into some mechanics.
with efficiency, the battle finally got to the end, and the batch once again successfully achieved to get what they needed for cid. despite achieving their goal and everyone glad they'll get to see omega soon when they get to cid's, echo’s mind was racing.
and much to his dismay and no surprise, hunter spoke up as soon as everyone got comfortable on the marauder.
“so echo, what happened back there?”
you let out a snicker as you sat comfortably on one of the bunks, taking off your own pieces of armor like the rest of the batch were doing. echo’s face heated up, and wrecker laughed at the sight of his brother becoming a shade of red.
“it was nothing, won’t happen again.” echo groaned, feeling flustered and rather exposed under the eyes of his taunting brothers and lover. wrecker went to where echo stood stiff, and threw an arm around his neck and smiled wide.
“awh dont be embarrassed!”
echo cringed at his words, glancing toward the sound of your laughter. you were in your post-battle glory, and he never saw anything more ethereal than your happy expression. his eyes trailed over to where tech sat with his datapad, and the usual stoic man had a visible smile due to the interactions displayed in front of him.
“yeah yeah, stop poking fun now. it wasn't all that.” echo tried to defend himself whilst trying to push wrecker off, in denial that he got genuinely distracted mid-fight. hunter scoffed playfully, and then gave the side eye to you.
“oh yeah echo? not all that?” you spoke up, raising your eyebrows at his words and understanding what hunter wanted you to do. echo’s brother was hinting you to join in on the teasing, and you weren't going to back down from such a sweet opportunity.
“well-” echo spluttered, flushing red at you. “you- i-”
wrecker now had slid off his brother to sit on his own bunk, and hunter couldn't help but bite back his laugh at echo’s loss for words. unlike hunter’s restraint to not slip up and laugh, you let it out.
“cmere echo, you cant deny that you got distracted by me.” you stood up and grabbed his hand, forcing him to sit down beside you. tech now had left the room to attend to the beloved ship outside, and hunter took wrecker to the front of the marauder to let you two have space.
“well, you're just so- i dont know, pretty. its hard not to get distracted.” he spoke softly, and you smiled gently, not too strained or fake, but one that most could say was a smile only one would have if in love.
TBB Echo is entranced by the smell of his lover’s hair. She’s just washed it, and Echo catches a whiff as she’s drying it. He offers to help…and what starts out as simple and sweet morphs into something sensual, and maybe wild?
Omficiciwkd wait I LOVE this. Echo is so sensual and sweet and i know he’d go crazy for something like this.
Sweet. Flowery. Clean. Fresh.
Stars that smell…
Whatever thoughts had been in his mind before were stopped in their tracks by the scent of you wafting past him.
He’d been waiting for you to finish showering and getting ready for the nice formal date he’d planned since he got back planet side.
But now…
The scent of you. He’d been missing it for months, trying so hard to remember your face on his nights without you under the moonlight of a battlefield or in his wildly uncomfortably barracks bunk alone hopelessly trying to get off solely on the thought of your body wrapped around him.
That scent makes all the blood in his body rush to his center, to flood his cock to the very tip and pump him to full hardness in seconds. He walked backwards into the footsteps he’d just left until you were fully in his sights.
There you were in a blue silk robe that you always wore when you got ready. Your hair was freshly cleaned and blown out dry and straight. No makeup on and perfectly gorgeous, exactly how he pictured you in his mind whenever he needed your extra comfort.
The smallest smile quirked his lips, not unlike a look he’d seen on Fives or really any of his brothers hundreds of times before. Pleased, mischievous and fucking turned on. Holy shit so turned on. He could feel the same blood that was thickening his cock to an unbearable hardness flushing his face too.
“Echo? So sorry, I’m not ready yet. It’s our first date in forever and I…I just want to look perfect.” You scramble, moving faster to set down your blow dryer and pick up the make up bag you needed.
“Maker- you already do…” he said breathlessly, stepping close enough to breathe in the scent of you even stronger than before. He stepped up behind you, moving your hair to the side and peppering kisses up your neck and just behind your ear. “Just like this. Most beautiful girl I’ve ever known. My girl.” He smiled, his hands smoothing across the length of my shoulders and pulling the fabric down with it.
You giggled softly, the brush of his kisses trailing down your collar bones making you more hot and bothered than you need to be for a date in public. “Oh Echo…you’re so…sweet. But…we need to go or- hmm. We’ll miss our reservation.”
His arm wrapped around your waist and he pressed you against the counter, the hardness of him notching into your backside lewdly. “I..uh..don’t think I can wait a second longer, cyar’ika. You’re fucking intoxicating. Can’t help myself.” He softly nibbled at the juncture where your jaw and neck, using his free hand to slip the blue fabric off your frame.
You glanced up at your reflection in the mirror, Echo’s handsome face dazed in darkening lust as his gaze met yours. You smiled at him, a mischievous scowl growing on your face. Slowly, you spun around in his grip, the blue robe falling off you as your turned, leaving you in nothing but a pair of lace panties. “Well…we don’t have to go out. I’m happy to stay here and satisfy you in other ways.”
Echo’s eyes went wide at your bare chest in front of him for the first time in ages and he quickly moved to set you on your bathroom counter. He grabbed your face in both his hands and kissed you like he’d been starved for your attention. And to be fair he had been. “Mmm yeah, forget dinner. I’m not hungry. Not for food anyway.” He chuckled between intense kisses, your hands working quickly to pull his clothes off his broad chest.
You smiled, the sight of your boyfriend too in love with you to even think about going anywhere right now making you happier than you could’ve ever imagined. “Then show me a good time, Echo. I’m sure you’ve thought of plenty of ways you can do that while you were gone.” You quipped, your hands resting on his lower abs.
His sweet face lit up the golden brown amber eyes you loved so much. Your beloved man, too fucking cute for his own good. “Oh you have no idea, gorgeous. You’re in for it.”
And let’s just say you both didn’t leave that bathroom until way past midnight.
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."
just wanna hop on here to request some very spicy smut with echo if you’re up for it?
Echo needs much more love! Let's see what my mind comes up with :) As always if no gender is mentioned I'll go with a female reader. (I just hope you mean TBB Echo, if not let me know and I write another one) By the way there is a second ask in my box for Echo, like this, so I'm gonna link it there too, hope that's okay. But I'm gonna write more about Echo anyway, I still have my "First Time" Series to do and so far I've only done Crosshair.
PS: I'm melting, I hate this heatwave -.-
Echo x F!Reader - From Innocent To Sensual Love
Sweet Echo has a hard time believing that you are crazy about him and want him. Since the Citadel, he has been struggling a bit with his self-perception. But you tickle a lot out of him. What starts timidly at first, takes a wilder, hotter course than expected.
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Warnings: Smut / 18 + / Toy Use (so to speak) / PiV Sex / Oral, reader receiving/ Tooth Rotting Fluff
You couldn't really believe what was happening here. Just now Echo was so reserved, restrained soft kisses, shy little touches, so tender as if he thought you could disintegrate under his touch. But the more you press against him, the more you kiss him, the more he comes out of his shell.
Right now you're sitting across from him on the sofa in your apartment, his scomp-link between your legs, the flat side vibrating through the fabric of your panties against your pubic, stimulating your clit.
"I-I didn't know you could do that with this thing," you say a little breathlessly, one of your hands clutching the prosthetic the other on his neck, your forehead pressed to his.
"You like it?" he asks delightedly with a small smile.
"Very much s-so"
He increases the vibration even more and a hoarse, moaning sound comes from your throat, followed by his name.
"Ooooh, Echo...."
Your juices gather in your pussy, soaking the fabric of your panties and already staining the scomp-link.
His lips find yours and he kisses you intimately, hungrily, his tongue hunting yours, each velvety prod another impulse adding to your arousal.
With deft fingers, you release the cod piece and begin stroking him over the blacks. Echo moans into the kiss and bucks his hips into your palm, he craves your touch and here and now he just realizes how much he had really been craving it.
All of a sudden he breaks away from the kiss and breathlessly says, "I want to taste you."
"What?"
"You know, your blossom," he says, blushing a little.
Heat rises like a wave inside you and you nod eagerly, how could you say no, you wanted so badly to feel him in every way possible.
He gently but firmly pushes you back into a lying position on the sofa and pulls your already damp panties from down and tosses them carelessly to the side behind him. He has a hunger in his gaze that you don't even know from him yet.
Echo bends down, his shoulders and his head between your legs, he looks at your pussy that lies before him like a wet glistening flower. His tongue draws a wide stripe along your pubic, several times in a row. Already the first touch, makes your fingers claw into the fabric of the sofa.
At first, his tongue alternates between massaging movements on your clit and fast twitching thrusts into your cleft. The moment he focuses his tongue on your clit and two of his fingers gently enter your slit, he has already turned you into a moaning, squirming mess. He gently pumps your pussy in a deft curve, stimulating you from the inside while his tongue dances wildly over the tender, swollen knot of nerves.
"Echo, if you keep this up, I'm going to cum soon!" you warn him.
He hums contentedly, still with his tongue and lips on your clit. The vibration sweeps you along, a twitch going through your abdomen followed by a tingling wave that travels down to your curling toes.
Echo gently works you through the aftershock of your climax before lifting his head with a grin and looking at you.
"I did well for you, didn't I?"
You nod eagerly, "That was wonderful, Echo, but I want more."
"More?" he asks, looking a little puzzled "Do you want me to do it again?"
"No, Echo, I want you, I want more of you, I want you to love me".
He blinks, he basically knows what you mean, but he takes the opportunity to say "I have been for a while"
You feel a wave of warmth rise up inside you again.
"Then let me feel it, physically" you say with a suggestive little smile.
He smirks and says, "You want me to fuck you, don't you?"
It's unusual to hear him talk like that, and it brings heat to your ears and cheeks.
"Yes," you say almost shyly.
He smiles broadly and asks, "Would you sit on my lap while I do it, I want to hold you against me when my cock is inside you, I want you close to me."
You nod and climb over his lap as he sits upright.
You lift your hips slowly, your hand moves to his hard cock and lines it up with your pussy, with a tender, soft touch that makes his eyelids flutter, then slowly lower yourself back onto his lap, letting him sink into the soft, wet heat of your pussy, your hands moving to his shoulders, softly settling there
Echo's mouth drops open and he expells a stuttering breath.
"M-mesh'la," he breaths hoarsely „Feels so good, so warm, so close...hnnngh“
When you are fully sunken onto his lap and his hard length deep inside you, you sigh in pleasure, followed by a moan as Echo wraps his arms tightly around you
You slowly begin to ride him, bobbing up and down on his lap, feeling him so close, so intimate.
Echo moans, running his hand down your back, burying his face against your neck, peppering your, salty, sweaty skin with kisses.
Your movements quicken, making him gasp against your neck and cling to you tighter, his sighs and moans are like fuel in your veins, such sweet sounds from the man you love.
"This is wonderful," he says breathing heavily, "So loving and sensual, just the way I always wanted to have you"
His confession makes you smile and tingle all over.
He leanes back a little to look into your face, the face he loves so much and the adoration in his gaze is almost stronger than the words he says next.
"Cyare... ni kar'tayl gar darasuum..."
The words had come out of his mouth softly, sweetly.
"I love you too".
His glazed over eyes go wide, staring at you.
"Really?", he asks, the word almost just a whisper.
„I do, with all my heart“
His lips find yours again, engaging you in a deep, intimate kiss and you resume your sensual ride, making Echo moan and gasp into the kiss.
This time you quicken, clawing your fingers into his shoulders, his muscles start to tremble in aroused tension and his arms grab your body firmer.
Your pussy tightenes around his cock, eliciting a loud moan from him, your thighs begin to shake
"Echo," you moan hoarsely "I'm close."
He gasps "Me too, Mesh'la.... cum for me, my love"
You bobb up and down more and more wildly on his lap, riding him so intens, feeling his thick cock shove into your pussy over and over with every up and down, until the intensity building in your core is just too much to hold and discharges tingling and pulsing, making you moan and shiver. Your toes curl and you cling to Echo's shoulders, moaning hoarsely.
He joines in your moans, his hard cock throbbing inside you, spilling his seed, a thick load, into you, moaning at your neck.
Gently you bobb up and down a few more times, riding out your climax and his, feeling your arousal and his semen drip on the Sofa under you, but right now you couldn't care less. He still clings to you and you to him. It feels so right and warm and perfect, so satisfied and loving.
He whispers, "I love you, I love you so much, I've been carrying that around with me for a long time, my feelings for you, the desire for you."
Still sitting on his lap you snuggle up to him.
"Don't ever let go of me"
Echo smiles against your neck "I'll hold you forever Cyare".
hi divs i’m yet again thinking about calling THEE marshal commander cody a slut and him surprising himself by being super into it 😌😌 idk i just think he’s a slut and he knows it and likes to be reminded as he’s getting his shit wrecked u know
[long insufferable sigh] vee, I will never let you forget how you came to my inbox with this thot and basically FORCED me to write something about it. And yes, I stole one of your other ideas from our chat in discord; that’s what you get for bringing this up again.
Once again, I am thinking about pegging Cody:
He always turned into a moaning mess when you fucked him like this, but the stubborn commander still tried to keep the upper hand by spurring you on or holding your hips so he could control the pace of your thrusts. Even when you gave him the strap, you sometimes felt like he was desperately clinging to the last thread of control he once had. Frankly, he was being a brat. And you were having none of it. Somehow, you convinced him to get on his hands and knees so you could fuck him from behind, but that didn't stop him from pushing himself back to gain control of the pace again. You placed a hand on the back of his neck and leaned over him to whisper in his ear.
"Are you gonna be good for me, Commander? Or will I have to punish you for being such a needy little slut?"
You weren’t sure what possessed you to say it, but it drove him absolutely wild — you knew it the second he released a loud whimper. He immediately tensed out of embarrassment, but you weren't planning on teasing him for it. You felt a hot rush of pleasure in the pit of your belly, and you wanted to hear him whimper like that again.
You started thrusting again, but slower this time to test the waters. He leaned back, trying to chase your silicone cock each time you pulled out, and that's how you knew you had him right where you wanted him. Feeling more bold now, you pressed your hand against the back of his neck and gave a firm push, sending him face first into the pillows on the bed. Oh, he liked this position — you could tell by the way he moaned profusely into the pillows as his body shook in anticipation of your next thrust inside him. With his more vulnerable position, he didn't have the willpower to be so bratty now, so you took advantage of it.
"Do you like being called a slut, Commander?"
He moaned louder this time, and you smirked at how pliant he became purely because you degraded him like this. You never would have known the marshal commander himself would want to be talked down to like this. But now that you unlocked this side of him, you planned to use it to your advantage again and again.
He didn't even have the ability to speak full sentences anymore as you picked up the pace, fucking him at the speed he so desperately needed. His words were muffled by the pillow, but from the little you could decipher, it sounded like he had gone completely cock dumb, babbling nonsense while you angled your hips just the way he liked it.
Chuckling to yourself, you decided to finally give in and help him fall apart beneath your touch. You reached around his shaking hips and found his throbbing length, but you were surprised to feel just how much precum had dripped down the tip and left a layer of slick along his cock. You groaned at the feeling of it and stroked him with ease.
"You must have liked that name a lot if you're this wet."
As if to prove your point, the loud sounds of you pumping his cock filled the room, mixed with his whines and moans to create music to your ears.
"Are you gonna cum for me, Commander?"
Another long whine left his lips. You leaned in closer, knowing your next words would be the final straw before his resolve crumbled and he became a mess of sticky release in your hands.
"C'mon... be a good little whore and make a mess–"
You barely finished your sentence before he came with a gasp, spilling all over the sheets and your knuckles before collapsing onto the bed. You waited for him to catch his breath, warning him before you slowly pulled out and collapsed on the bed beside him. He had tired you out too, but you weren't going to complain after watching him fall apart like that. You looked over at him with a smile, noticing the way he stared at you as if you were one of the galaxy's brightest stars. You leaned closer to him to caress his face before kissing him, making sure to be gentle after the way you fucked him so harshly.
"You did a good job for me, darling," you mumbled against his lips. You pulled away to look at him, wanting to make sure he was alright with what just happened. "That wasn't too much, was it?"
He quickly shook his head, his enthusiastic response making you feel a little better about it. "Mesh'la, that was... amazing."
"Really?"
"Yes, darling." He gave you a shy smile, looking down as if he was debating something in his mind. You waited patiently until he finally confessed what he was thinking of. "I want to be called your slut again."
You and echo finally get some alone time and take that to your advantage 😏 (also i didn’t really grammar check this so bare with me lol)
You both hastily made your way into the bunk room of the marauder. Tongues tied together, not wanting to part away for a second. Echo's hand was all over you, making its way from your ass to the back of your neck, both of your hands wrapped around his neck.
At one point he had you pinned up against the wall, both of you desperately tugging at each others clothing. It was luck that neither of you had fallen over with the way you were trying to get to the beds, but you made it.
Both of you toppled into bed together, echo on top of you, "You know... how long I been... wanting to get you alone cyare?" He said, still not wanting to break away from the kiss. His hand moved from your neck to cup your breast, and you mewled when his thumb came to run over your hardened bud. "I know love... maker I've been... mmmh wanting you so bad." You muttered, words muffled from the kiss.
He then reluctantly broke away and looked into your eyes— those enticing eyes, filled with so much love and passion, and he smiled. "I’m here now, my love”
You smiled back at him, maker you loved this man. Being constantly around the others in the squad didn’t leave much time or privacy for moments like these. Usually you two stuck with slight teasing when the others were around, little brushes of each other’s fingers or sensuous looks towards one another. It left you both wanting and yearning for each other more each time.
But now that the crew is out on a supply run, neither of you hesitated to get what you’ve been craving.
He looked beautiful like this, gazing down at you, the dark navy blue hue of the room shadowing his features, he’s a stunning man you can’t deny.
You tilted your chin up to kiss him once again before making your way down to his abdomen. Both of you were now undressed besides your underwear. Echo continued to palm at your breast and he started to kiss and suck at your neck, which would surely leave marks later.
You teased the waist band as you slowly pulled them down him, and he helped to get them off completely. You glanced down to see him fully hard, you couldn’t help the groan that escaped you when you saw him. It made you want him even more.
You grabbed his cock and started to stroke it. He immediately quivered and a low whimper escaped his lips. “fuck” he muttered, still nipping at the soft skin between your neck and shoulder.
Another hand came up to rest at his shoulder as you continued to slowly move your hand up and down his cock. Him slightly moving his hips for more friction.
Seeing him like this sent fire to your core, him slowly chasing your hand for the pent-up release, really both you have been waiting for. But as much as you wanted to take it slow, he made it hard not to want him inside of you.
You swiftly pulled your underwear down with the hand that was on his shoulder. “maker, I want you so bad right now echo.” You said so softly it sounded like a whisper. Echo watched as you tossed the item to the floor. The desperation from you spurred him on more and he kissed your lips again as he slid his cock through your folds, making you shudder when his tip glide over your clit.
You angled your hips upwards, held his now slick cock and positioned it at your entrance. You both sighed, hearts racing. He slid his cock inside of you and you both moaned into each other’s mouths.
When he was fully inside you it felt like bliss. You loved the way he filled you up. He then slowly pulled out and back in. “Mmm so good… so good for me.” echo hummed as he was now working inside of you at a slow pace.
He opened his eyes to look at you; he thought there was no word in the world that could describe how incredibly and uniquely gorgeous you were. He really did love you, and he was very thankful for you. You always knew how to cheer him up when he was having a hard day, and his favorite thing was that he felt loved by you and that’s a beautiful feeling for him. To feel loved.
“You’re beautiful mesh’la… mmmh… you know that?” He said. You opened your eyes to meet his gaze. Those golden eyes back on you made your face fall warm. Even though he was literally inside you at the moment, you never failed to get bashful when he’d compliment you. “You’re to sweet” you smiled. He smiled back and kissed your cheek.
As he went on, the closer your orgams got. As his pace quickened he hid his head in the crock of your neck. The squelching sound from where your bodies meet, heavy breaths and moans filled the room.
You held him closer as you felt your release coming up on you. “Echo i’m-” You moaned, back arching into his bare chest. “I know- cum for me sweetheart.” His voice was deep and out of breath as he too felt his release getting close.
You moaned profusely as your orgasm came crashing onto you. The way you clenched around him was enough to send him over the edge, his hips jerked and he moaned as he came. His hot cum spilling inside of you.
Once he was done lazily working in and out of you, getting the last of his release— he pulled out of you and layed down next you. Both you still catching your breath. Echo put his arm out to you and you gladly came to cuddle next to him as he put his arm around you.
When you both caught your breath you smiled and looked up at him, kissing his jaw. “That’s was” you paused and sighed dramatically “that was amazing echo” you said, sounding almost shocked but you weren’t, you know he knows what he’s doing.
You could see him smile in the cute way that he does. “yeah” he chuckled “it really was” his hand started to caress your arm and he kissed your forehead as he pulled you in closer.
Moments went by of you two enjoying each other’s company, soft little kisses and exchanging loving words “do you think we should maybe get dressed? y’know… before the others get back?” echo asked.
You paused “oh right, i forgot about them.” you joked, making him laugh, “you forgot?? am i really that good mesh’la?” he teased, now you laughed, rolling over to sit on top of him “very good my love.” you praised, as you put both your hands on his shoulders and kissed him.
for the 5 sentence ficlet thing, echo can definitely get off on heated making out 😗✌🏼
You're damn right he could 😳 bruh okay, but this, this right here *chef kiss,* thank you.
Send me a NSFT HC and I'll write a "5 sentence" drabble over it!
NSFT undercut (making out, grinding, male orgasm)
"Oh fuck," Echo mewled against your lips. Hovering about you on his bunk on the marauder. Your arms wrapped around his neck, moaning into his mouth when his hand came to palm at one of your breasts. A sound which he happily ate up.
"Fuck, Cyare," he groaned against your lips. Dipping his hips down to rut against you. Moans leaving you both at the friction. Legs wrapping around his waist. Echo hadn't had any contact like this since his rescue from the citadel, it felt even worse than his first make out. The intoxicating feel, your skin, your smell, the way your hips rolled up to meet his for a second time, how delicious it felt.
He choked out a rather loud moan. Brows knitting together as he hid his face in the crook of your neck. A wet patch forming beneath his blacks.
"Didn't realized I kissed that well," your voice is what drew him out of his crash. Grumbling out a rather, bashful, chuckle. "Sorry," "oh, no need," you leant towards his ear. Catching the man's full attention. "But I'm not done, yet." Oh, how intrigued he was now.
Warnings: Porn with feelings (and a little plot), Fluff and kisses, pining, fingering, oral (m receiving), vaginal sex, Echo being Echo... so he needs a warning of his own!
A/N: Unbelievable!!! that it took me so long to write this final part! I was so afraid to mess it up, that I didn't dare till now. I want to say Thank You to @corona-one for encouraging me and giving me words where I was a loss of it. Dividers are made by @galacticgraffiti and @djarrex
Here you find Part 1 and Part 2 (can all be read as oneshots alone)
Summary: A while ago Echo promised you to go skinny dipping with you. One day, even if it might not be the perfect time and place for it, he makes good on that promise. And he realizes that every moment given with you is the perfect moment at all.
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Silently, you edge your way ahead the sweltering heat that lies over the valley. The gentle breeze doesn't mitigate the heat in the least, in fact it makes it even worse. Every step you take blows up dust, and while the boys have their buckets with perfectly working air filters, you have - nothing. No, that's not quite true, you have an amazing - and unfiltered - view.
The path you walk along leads up through the rugged foothills of the mountain range you are heading towards. Through the ravine, full of gravel and scree, a creek winds its way down in numerous meanders to the vast grassy plains where the Marauder is docked far from your target destination, with the intent that your approach will remain undetected for as long as possible if someone would await you.
The wind gently brushes the surface of the creek, causing the water to ripple. The soft splashing is a welcome change from the otherwise monotonous crunching of the gravel under your boots. The trees on the rocky slopes rise up against the sky and the scarps glow with the most beautiful color shades in the light of the setting sun.
And yet you can’t enjoy the view.
The uneasy feeling of your first argument between Echo and you still nags at the back of your mind. Admittedly, argument might be the wrong word, rather a disagreement, and by now you made up again, but it still hurts nevertheless. You have never seen him so furious. All you wanted was to help.
Some days ago, Rex contacted Hunter and told him about an abandoned imperial scientific base on Necoya. In the partly destroyed facilities he hoped to find some evidence or even holo records of the inhibitor chips’ research results. When it became known that some of the implants were malfunctioning, the Empire made every effort to destroy the base. For Rex reason enough to have a closer look on it and maybe, with a bit of luck or help from the Force, find a way to help more of his brothers to withstand the effects of the chips. And of course Hunter immediately agreed to take on the stealth mission. After all, Clone Force 99 was the special forces squad, perfectly trained and adapted for missions like this. And everyone agreed.
Things went… difficult, least to say, as Hunter decided to leave Omega with Cid for the duration of the deployment, but didn’t decline your request to come with them. The fact that you had received medical training and spent some years working for the disease control center on Naboo, made Hunter take into account you could be useful both should either of them get hurt during the mission and technically when looking for evidence.
Echo however… At first he confronted his sergeant with the fact that it was against all regulations to take civilians with them on deployments. But Hunter didn’t give a fuck about reg manuals as they were already obsolete, and reminded him that Echo, as he joined the Bad Batch was perfectly aware that they just handle things differently. When Echo objected that it would be too dangerous for you to come along, Hunter only responded that it would be safest for you to always be around them and where they could watch out for you and, in addition to it, you’ve already been with them together on several bounty hunt missions for Cid.
You’ll never forget that moment as Echo stood in front of you, disgruntled and scowling, asking you to stay behind. But you couldn’t. As soon as Rex had transmitted the details, you all were perfectly aware how tough things could possibly get. And you would never forgive yourself if the last glimpse you had of your lover would be him boarding a spaceship in a rundown spaceport on Ord Mantell.
And with a wordless nod of his head he acknowledged your decision and got himself prepared for what was about to come.
During the silent hours in transit, as the Havoc Marauder swept along the streaking blue lights in hyperspace, he never left your side, yet remained silent. And you felt that he was on edge and beyond. The first words he spoke to you were when Tech announced your upcoming arrival on Necoya.
“Cyare,” he suddenly said out of the blue and captured your wrist in a gentle hold. “I… I cover your back. No matter what. I promise. Just… promise me in return, that you’ll be careful. That you’ll follow any order we’ll give you.”
Your eyes searched his, strained to see beyond the facade of scowl and furrowed brow he displayed, but it was hard at that moment.
“Do you think I'm so imprudent?” you asked and chewed on your bottom lip, trying to hide the tremble.
“No. I don’t know what your reasons are but I still think it was wrong for you to come along.”
The way he spoke, seemingly irritated, let alone the words he said, hurted you. Apparently he didn't want to have you around. But stars, you wanted him. Like you always did. You wanted to give him a soft and warm place to rest after he spent somewhere on the run, risking his life time and again for his brothers and you.
“I just want to be near you. I… I couldn’t just stay behind… and wait… until you come back to me… If…if you…”
Even before you were able to end your thoughts, or could speak out loud your fears, Echo seized you and caught you in his arms.
“Don’t even think so,” he murmured against your mouth before kissing you deeply.
No. Cause all of a sudden you couldn't think anymore, only felt the sweet hot desire rushing through you for that one fleeting moment before the spaceship landed on the surface and silence fell between the two of you once more.
Beneath the privacy of his helmet Echo is struggling with his pent-up frustration. Why hasn't he just told you?
The pain was so obvious in your eyes as you thought he wouldn’t want you near. Your fear that you might lose him and never see him again was written all over your face. He could have told you that he just felt the same. He could have said that the only reason he doesn’t want you to come with them is his own anxiety to lose you. His greatest fear is that he’s forced to watch anything happen to you and that he will not be able to prevent it. Just like back then on the Rishi moon when himself and Fives became the only Dominos surviving. He couldn’t stand the guilt. But one thing he has learned is to fight against all odds and not let fear rule him as long as there’s hope - and until the mission is complete.
And so he remained silent.
For the nth time Echo surveys the area. There is not a single heat signature for miles. Neither in the ravine nor on the ridges. Nothing. Not even a lonely lizard searching for its next meal. Well, the facilities were supposed to be abandoned and therefore they might not even come across a single soul. All the better…
He can’t help but admire your perseverance. In every meaning. The last hours have been nothing but exhausting. The vigorous exercise coming from a long walk like this and the mental drain even begin to take its efforts on his brothers and him. The fact that Tech hasn’t delivered a lecture about whatsoever, or that Wrecker wasn’t complaining about the several occasions you all had to wade through the creek when it has dammed up between the rocks tells him that much. And on top of it all it’s the heat. But you don’t fall behind and keep pace without complaining.
Echo stays as close to you as he can without tripping over your feet, ready to catch you if you might tumble, willing to throw himself on top of you, shielding you, at the slightest sign of danger. Unfortunately, it’s a little… distracting.
His gaze always comes back to your enticing appearance. Your skin glistens with sweat and a few strands are glued to your heat raddled forehead. Fingers twitching at the urge to wipe the hair out of your face, he tucks his hand at his side, wishing he could get close to your delicate skin and feel the fine layer of sweat against his fingertips. Kriff, he even wishes he could taste the salt on your nape.
His armor, otherwise welcome protection, suddenly feels like an obstacle, constraining and separating him from you. The heavy pieces of plastiod attached to him send him a painful reminder of the confinements for his arousal. ‘Focus!’ he reminds himself, giving an exasperated sigh that nobody hears, and surveys the area… again.
The whole scenery is astoundingly beautiful and Echo finds himself wondering what might have been if he would be here alone with you. On one of your days off… Without the others and without anything to care about. Those days are far too rare. Maybe… maybe he should just take more advantage of the moments given. So many of his brothers were torn out of life from one second to another. Did they make the most out of their given moments?
Just then you come across another boulder and you catch at Hunter's hand in front of you to help you up. Echo watches your ass, enticingly wrapped up in your tight leggings, climbing over and at a level with his face… and on its own accord his hand reaches out and finds its place right beneath the curve of your buttock to lift you up.
Kriffin’ hells, he’ll be damned if he doesn’t make the most out of any moment with you!
An hour later, your group arrives at a sheltered spot in the valley, and when Tech checks his datapad and states that there is still too much way left to reach your destination before it gets dark, Hunter decides it's time to take a break and move on at dawn.
Relieved, you lean against the rock face and stretch your exhausted limbs. And as the clones remove their helmets, you realise with a smile they don't look as lively as you might have expected. Echo sits down next to you and casually rests his hand on top of your thigh. His hand, caressing you, moves ever so gently up and down. Down and up… and up… and... huh that's new… While he acts like nothing out of the ordinary is happening and the Batchers pretend they don't see, you desperately attempt to regain some control over your still exhausted yet restless body.
“Relax. We need you all bright-eyed and bushy-tailed tomorrow,” Echo whispers close to your ear before he captures your earlobe between his teeth, gently nibbling on it. “I need you.”
You don’t respond and only mhmm at him quickly. The high pitched sound that probably leaves you would be too embarrassing.
Stars... It's indescribable how much control he has over you, how expertly he’s coaxing your physical reaction out of your body at this point. You savor every second of it! Turning your face towards him as casually as you can, your heart's beating incredibly loud for some reason and you are sure Hunter must still hear it from across his position.
“I need you too.” Your lips mouthing the words silently, for you are not as brave as him, making such a suggestive confession in a situation like this. The smirk he’s giving you… it makes you whimper unintentionally. Ohhh, he’s gonna be the death of you!
And because both the scanners and Hunter's heightened senses can't pick out signs of life or movement for miles, you all settle down and relax and just enjoy the evening and your company. It's almost like on those quiet days in hyperspace aboard the Marauder when all that needs to be done is rest and have fun. You share easy conversation and food until night falls and it is time to lay down and sleep.
If you were hoping that Echo would lay down next to you and you could snuggle up to him while you fall asleep, you are wrong.
“I’ll take the first watch,” he announces as you finally curl up against the rock face and your eyes fall shut.
From his elevated position, Echo obtains the best view of the ravine in most directions. And he can see - you... lying over there on the hard ground and sleeping peacefully. All the hardships you go through just for him.
He craves to walk over to you. If he could settle himself behind you… if he would drag your back flash to his chest… he could slowly slide his fingers beneath the waistband of your pants… he could… Echo sighs quietly as he can almost feel your warm juices on his fingers.
The whole day he spent staring at your back, caressing the curve of your shoulder and the graceful crook of your neck with nothing more than his gaze while you walked in front of him none the wiser. He imagined your bare shape glistening in the sun, your limbs entangled with his... time and again. Luckily he had his bucket, to hide the blatand lust in his gaze, to maintain some semblance of professionalism. It was so hard to concentrate on the mission. Who would have guessed you’d be so kriffing sexy when you show this courageous and tough side of yours. When you match up with them, although all you had of preparation was the occasional hand-to-hand combat practice with Hunter. Maybe it’s just the usual pent-up pressure all of them have during battle, but if you keep coming with them on future deployments, he definitely needs a plan on how to handle his emotions. He needs to focus on the task or it will be impossible to resist the desire to take you on the first available occasion.
And now, in the lonely and dark hours of the upcoming night, it still drives him wild that he can't have you. That he still has to wait for Maker knows how long until the two of you will have a day like the one on your lake. If he doesn’t stop looking over to your sleeping frame, he won’t be able to ignore the aching feeling behind his codpiece any longer. Kriff! He needs some release…
Doublechecking that the surroundings are safe, Echo slides down from the boulder he’s sitting on and follows the course of the creek round the next corner. The pebbly ground is bathed in pale moonlight, and though the urgency to lose some tension all but possessed him just a few minutes ago, suddenly there is something different in the air that stirs him. Right in front of him lies a pond. Well, not really a pond but another place where the creek has dammed up. Almost meant to be hidden from prying eyes. But it is absolutely breathtaking. And Echo immediately remembers his promise he gave you on Takodana: that one day, he'll go skinny dipping with you.
It may not be the time and place, this may not be the lake he originally intended, but he knows this is the view and the moment he wants to share with you.
“Cyare.” His warm voice is whisper-soft and his fingertips brush your temple. You stir but keep your eyes closed. Echo smiles at your miniscule frown and under the beauty of starlight he takes in your serene expression, still stunned that you became his.
“Hey my sweet sleepyhead,” he whispers again, just a teensy bit louder, “you need to wake up.”
When you sleepily mutter his name and tilt your head so your face is upturned to his, he bends his head and sets his lips against your forehead. Echo feels you melt into him, and a faint smile tugs at the corners of his mouth, silently thanking the lucky stars for you having found each other.
Ever since he was rescued from Skakor Minor, he has been – restless. Torn by self-doubt and the fierce ambition to prove he can still be the trooper he once was. The ARC, the strategist, the fighter, the man. So many times has he failed in his eyes, only to try again - even more ruthless to himself. It was your affection that had put him at ease, your love that had calmed the raging storm inside. He's the man he used to be... and better.
His brown eyes narrow for a split second, as his mind goes back to those days when all he had was his yearning for you. When he thought that you’d been everything he didn’t deserve and never would have. How wrong he had been. You showed him that his heart, kept in stasis for so long, is still vivid and beating. That, no matter how many cybernetics are attached to him, he’s still human, and worthy to love and be loved back. After all he’s been through, he is still alive and has you to remind him every day that it's not too late for him to get what he longs for most. And right now he wants you - here and now. Well, almost.
“What’s wrong, Echo?” you ask, slowly drifting out of your sleep.
“Everything’s fine. Except…there’s something I want to show you.”
He brings up his hand and cups your cheek, his slender fingers absently caressing the silkiness of your skin as he loses himself in the scent and softness of you. Even though you've been a couple for a while now, the sensation of touching you still fills him with wonder.
“Can't it wait ‘til tomorrow?” you ask dreamily and snuggle up to his side a little. Stretching your legs and your feet tangle with his ankles, you try to entice him to lie here beside you just cuddled up until sleep overtakes you both. On every other night, he’d gladly obliged. But not tonight.
“I’m afraid not.”
The cadence of pleading in his voice is what's finally rousing you out of your sleepy state. When you open your eyes you are greeted with his. And in the unfathomable golden glint that you love so much, you find him yearning. You gaze right into his vulnerable soul that lies beneath his tough and intrepid shell, and once again you think him all beautiful, like you did back in the day when you undressed him and exposed more than just his body for your eyes to see.
“Allright love. Show me.”
Echo raises next to you and offers you his hand so you can get to your feet more easily. His tall frame steadying you, as he runs your body up along his. You lost count on how often he did this by now - you still get turned on.
The gravel crunches with each step, but fortunately the others are still sound asleep, or at least pretend to be, apart from Hunter who now occupies the position Echo had before to take the second watch. You silently follow him away from camp as he strides along the valley, further in the direction you've been heading for the last day.
“You trust me,right?” he suddenly stops in his tracks and a mischievous smile tugs at his lips. Yet you hear the need for confirmation in the undercurrent… tz…
“Echo. Of course I do.”
“Then close your eyes, and keep them closed until I tell you otherwise.”
Even before darkness completely surrounds you, he wraps his arm around your waist and guides you further forward. None of your steps feel unsafe because he’s got you. Safe and sound and as close as possible. You’d run straight into Sith’s hell without thinking twice as long as he’s with you. With Echo at your side… you feel invincible. And by some strange twist of the Force, he feels the same when he’s with you.
“Okay cyare, we’re there. I’m letting go of you now, but eyes remain closed. Understood?”
“Yes, Corporal,” you respond obediently, yet with a slight giggle.
You hear him growl dangerously next to your ear. Ever since you found out a while ago that addressing him by rank does…things… to him, you might have let it slip through every now and then. It never fails to get him going. That it isn’t working right now, just means that “the mood” doesn’t fit into his plan. But you still hear him having a hard time holding back.
For a few minutes you just stay there. The only sounds to be heard are the splatter of the creek - though thinking about it, it’s more quiet like it was before - and a rustle coming from the direction you suppose your lover is.
Oh…
you know that sound by heart! It’s him, undoing the magnetic clasps of his armor. No matter how often you hear or see him stripping his gear till the trooper has vanished and only Echo the man inside remains, it continues to electrify you. Leaving you buzzing with high tension until it’s discharged at the slightest touch.
Only… the touch doesn’t happen. No, it’s the gentle whiff of his warm breath below your ear that strikes a spark inside your belly. It’s the warmth of his body, suddenly so close behind you, you can almost feel him, yet nowhere touching you, that’s fanning the flames inside you.
“Echo…”
“Keep sighing my name, cyare. I love when you do this,” he breathes right onto the skin on your nape, still teasing you. “Now it’s your turn. Let me take off your clothes,” he chortles quietly as he finally gives you back that pivotal line you told to him so many months ago.
Echo's fingers, nimble and eager, untie the belt of your tunic and slide gently over your shoulders, wiping down the fabric - the garment falls silently to the ground. As he opens your binders, revealing your breast, the most needy sigh falls from his lips and warm night air caresses you.
“Echo! What if the others find us?” you whisper, your voice imbued with bashfulness and arousal the same, as his hand follows the swell of your thighs to peel your leggins downwards. The smooth fabric strokes your skin and you desperately wish it were his fingertips.
“You do know they can hear us at night?” he teases you, as he frees you from the last layer of clothes that separates your body from his and sends it flying towards the ground.
“And besides,” he’s suddenly again standing in front of you, his lips, his hand, his scomp ghosting over your skin but still…still… not touching you, “who cares?”
He leans in… just a little more… and his lips barely brush along yours. It’s so delicate and just the hint of a kiss.
“Let them see how beautiful you are,” he breathes the words into your slightly opened mouth. “Let them see that you are mine!”
As if to prove his claim, Echo gently nibbles at your bottom lip and you hear his seductive chuckle. The one that, if you could see him now you would see the desire burning in his eyes. Stars, you want him! And his words, so confident and sweet all the same, make your chest ache with a longing feeling and moisten your thighs with need.
Even before you have the chance to catch his lips in a fervent kiss, he’s already out of your reach again. His footsteps are slowly getting quieter and eventually fall silent. Your heartbeat does exactly the opposite as you stand alone, with your eyes closed and bare, beneath the stars in the middle of nowhere at the dead of night.
“Open your eyes!”
You do.
The moon casts its mellow light across the sparkling surface of a pond... and the man amid the silvery ripples. The one you love. Echo!
He's beautiful. All of him... The faint tinge of tan on his skin, the unhealthy pallor almost gone. The distinctive lines in his face and his accentuated cheekbones. The broad shoulders and strong arms, corded with muscles, that hold you close so often. The narrow hips and every promise below, hidden under the reflective surface of the water. But most of all his soft brown eyes with the golden glint, brimming with affection.
You take a shuddering breath and cover your mouth with your hand to stifle a sob. Although you've been traveling together for over a year now, even though you spend almost every night in each other's arms and you've made love so many times... right now you feel the same thrill as you did on that day on Takodana. Right now you feel as if you're seeing him for the first time.
He's watching you enticingly, somehow nervous, just as you are. And without saying a word he tilts his head, silently asking you to come over to him. His arm, reaching towards you, reflects on the glassy surface.
You follow his plea.
With careful steps you approach the place where the creek has dammed up between the rocks and carved out the bedrock to form a small pond and a quaint grotto around it. Lukewarm water washes over your ankles when you dip them in.
The water is lovely and the only one left that separates the two of you. It shifts quietly with the motion of your steps ... And Echo's breath is warm, mingling with your own as his lips softly touch yours. Finally. His fingers are fire... the flames of his touch licking at your skin as they rove your body, and its sparks are kindling a wildfire in your belly that spreads down to your core.
Taking his face in your hands, your body melts against his, obeying the rushing within. Tentatively, your fingers skim his jaw and Echo leans into your touch even more, closing all space between you. You can feel his flare of arousal, already apparent and ever so gently rubbing against your belly. One of your hands slips down his throat to find his scomp pressed on his chest and you curl your fingers around it, showing him once more that you love every part of him, artificial or fleshly, with every part of you.
Echo whimpers a low groan of longing as you bring your other hand up to slide it around the back of his neck and your fingernails gently fondle the hollow at his nape, sending frissons of pleasure through his body. He bends his head and his lips make a trail down your jaw and your throat, placing wet kisses along the curve of your collarbone before he breaks away to look at you.
“I understand why this couldn't wait,” you say as you look at him.
Infatuated, Echo takes in the way you catch your bottom lip with your teeth and your eyes shining, wide and eager.
“I promised I’d go skinny dipping with you sometime. And I always keep my promises.”
His voice is calm… and he’s really impressed with his displayed self-control when his patience truly is running out after watching you all day. After imagining how good it would feel to have you lean into him and pull him close to you. Your comforting weight against the plastoid armor, reminding him that he is still human underneath it and he is what you want.
“So when I found this pond right here…,” he trails off suggestively.
Without taking your eyes off him, you whisper: “It’s beautiful.” And with a cheeky smile you add: ”Just a little small to swim properly.”
Oh… that mischievous glimmer in your eyes. It’s driving him wild, and telling him that the thought of swimming never crossed your mind as soon as you opened your eyes. Nor him.
“I told you it’s not about swimming.” His soft smile turns into a roguish smirk. “But if you insist!”
Echo suddenly falls backwards, without giving you a second of warning, dragging you with him and your hand still encircling his scomp link. He laughs as your eyes widen in shock before his strong body pulls you down to the ground, the water rushing upwards, causing ripples above the crowns of your heads.
Below the surface of water, the moon bathes you in pale light. Soft beams of light shine through your floating strands and lighten you up like a halo, as you look down on him, sinking in the wake of his pull. The bubbling noise is muffled, yet sounds like the most beautiful music that accompanies your dance. All he can see is the beautiful blurred glow of your skin in front of him and when he brushes his lips against yours, all he can feel is the tingle of bubbles as he breathes air and affection into your mouth. Nothing else exists in this state of carefree weightlessness but you and him. His kiss is pleading and fervent, conjuring up an ache deep inside his heart.
“Echo!!! You...idiot” you playfully chide as you both come up, gasping for air.
Stars, you’re so cute, when you’re flustered like you are now. Echo feels the deep rumble of his laugh vibrating in his chest, lighthearted, like he hasn't in a long time. And even more so as you chime in.
“I'm leaving you breathless in every meaning of the word,” he finally says, with one last half-suppressed laugh.
As the last note has faded away, he slowly drags you flush to his chest and wipes your soaked hair out of your forehead, tucking the stray strands behind your ears with gentle fingers, and all of a sudden the tension between you makes its presence felt again. The light reflecting on your wet body, the warmth of your skin on his, sends surges down his crotch and into his cock.
“You do, my love” you reply, the smile on your face so alluring. “You do.”
Your hands skim along his sides and cling round his waist. For a moment, Echo stops breathing as you fall down on your knees and immerse… With eyes blown wide in surprise, he looks down...to see your face nuzzling his hardness, to feel your floating hair tickle on his hip bones… leaving traces of a silken touch, so slight that it almost feels like wavelets lapping against his skin. But it’s still enough for him to lean back his head and take a deep shuddering breath. What could he have possibly done to deserve this?
Echo’s hand reaching for you slowly, cautiously… gently gripping your arm. He wants to have you close, wants to have your naked body pressed to his. But instead, you break away from him momentarily and lift your face out of the water and give him the most beautiful, most tantalizing smile, raising one of him in return.
A desperate sound passes his lips and for an instant he believes his neural systems short-circuit when you sink back underwater and he sees the blebs float upwards as your lips part and take him in. His whole body twists tight as you suck the head of his cock into your mouth, tongue twisting around it. Once... twice. It’s achingly tender. But before he can give in to the urge to rock into your slick heat, your mouth leaves him wanting, no, needing you even more, and you come back above the surface of the water.
Even as you still catch your breath one of your hands raises to his face, your thumb gently brushing his lips still slightly agape. The tender touch sends shivers down his spine and, his hand carefully placed to your waist, he’s pulling you closer.
“Cyare…” he breathes, enamoured by you. “Let me show you how much I love you.”
And by gods he does!
Your head rests on his biceps, his arm gently pressed to your side, as he eases you backwards and holds you, your body floating weightlessly in the water. "Echo..." you whisper, running your fingers along his jawline, as you allow him to take the lead. The loving sound of his name makes him sigh softly, his eyes locked on yours. You can't help but adore his expression and see the emotions flicker, longing and lust intertwined within it.
If you hadn't spent the past few months with him, witnessing the change your relationship has brought about in him, you wouldn't believe that this is the same Echo who believed he couldn't offer you everything you deserve. Yet now he gives you all you need, and more, as he hovers over you for a moment before he bends his head and sets his lips against your brow, soft and tender. You close your eyes. Echo’s lips make a trail down your temple and find your mouth, letting you taste his sweet eagerness, in a deep and passionate kiss.
And you lean into his caress as his left hand traces gingerly over your clavicle and down along your sternum. You gasp... as he ever so gently plucks your peaked buds and cups your mounds. You lose your mind... as his fingers dance patterns on the tender skin in the valley between your breasts and down to your belly... You moan shamelessly as he sheathes two fingers deep inside your wet heat.
“That’s it,” he murmurs against your lips. “Just… lay back and feel me.”
The sound of that deep and soothing, hungry baritone gets the heat throbbing between your legs. Just… feel… and your pussy clenches around his slender fingers. You do feel… every inch of his calloused fingers, his knuckles brushing along your slick walls. You whine when he pulls them out and groan when he pushes them back in again, slowly, steadily, over and over again until you’re rocking in his hold. Stars, you are a writhing mess in his arms at the flowing movement. The pad of his thumb gently flutters over your clit, and Echo, finally breaking the kiss, hums low in his throat as he listens to the desperate sounds you make.
“E-Ech… fuck…,” you stammer, hardly able to form a coherent sentence.
His fingers curl inside you, massaging that spongy spot, his thumb swirling gentle circles around your swollen bundle of nerves. Your whole body is tightening, rocking with him as Echo thrusts his fingers in your warm dripping sex, caressing and indulging you. Your head feels like it's spinning and so you open your eyes, only to find his roaming over your body, wantonly and all consuming.
“Mhmmm… Let it all out,” he purrs in gentle encouragement.
How indescribably good it feels! Floating in water, with your legs open and his nimble fingers coaxing the pleasure out of you. The love of your life is filling your vision, your senses, with his presence… It’s heaven! And his name echoes through the valley as he holds you close to him and you fall apart in a shattering orgasm for an eternity until your breathing slowly calms and your body relaxes.
“Maker, look at you, cyare.” Tilting his head, Echo gazes down at you and smiles softly at your dreamy, satisfied, expression.
“You look delicious like that,” he breathes. Then his smile turns into a smirk and he adds unabashedly: “And you taste even better. Here… give it a try.”
With a quiet chuckle he watches your eyes widen in surprise as he draws his fingers out of you and brings them up to your mouth, gingerly brushing along your lips and moistening them with your arousal. His fingertips press firmly against your lips, slightly increasing the pressure until his fingers push inside your mouth. Fuck, it’s hot! You hum quietly as you taste yourself, and Echo swallows your moan as he leans down to kiss you again, his tongue slowly dancing around his fingers along with yours.
“Stars,” you murmur into the kiss, “Echo… My cocky lil…”
You can’t finish your sentence, because all of a sudden he yanks his fingers out and wraps his arms around you, as tight as he dare, and yet so gentle like a warm summer’s rain. His tongue plundering your mouth in a new, deep and passionate kiss, one that’s leaving you breathless and you feel like you’re below the surface again. All you can do is sliding your hands around his back and cling to his desperate frame.
Then, as his shoulders finally ease and give way to you, he straightens up, taking you with him. Echo moves his hand, trailing just his fingertips along your side in a feather-light touch. He hears your soft inhale and feels your body react to him, sees the goosebumps spreading on your skin. He's done for. The yearning... for him... is written all over your face, as clear as day. He's far too deep into his own desires to withstand.
“I need you,” he moans softly, as he leans his head closer, your foreheads touching.
“Please, take what you need,” you hear yourself reply, breathless and needy just as him, staring into his eyes. It’s so intimate... His warm scent is lingering in your perception as you share your aroused breaths.
A silent nod. That is all, he is able to give you in response. And words aren't necessary either. All that matters is that he's inside you, forever, and you inside him to fill this emptiness he’d suffered.
Effortlessly, Echo pulls you upwards, placing another tender kiss to your lips. He leads you to the edge, easing you down and hovers over you, feeling the tip of his cock brush against your wetness… On instinct, you wrap your legs around his hips. Your arms slung around his back, your hands cling to his shoulders like they are meant to… and they are. Both your hearts racing at this precious moment.
As you calm, he slowly slides you down all the way and sheathes himself inside you. You’re so wet that there’s no resistance at all, yet still you relish the sensation of the stretch, of his gorgeous thick cock easing into your tight pussy. He doesn’t move and you savor the moment, savor everything about this peerless experience of being stretched and filled by him. Of becoming one. His quiet gasp sounds so lovely and with a quiet moan of your own you melt against him, pulling him in as close as you can. You still ache for more.
“Take me, Echo,” you plead as your head falls forward and you bury your face in the crook of his neck. “Take me slow…”
Echo growls fervently at your words as he starts thrusting into you. Just as you asked him to… unhurriedly, gently, allowing himself to savor every inch of your tight and slick wetness. Your softness caressing his hardness. So different at all yet complementing each other to perfection. Embedded in your heat, the galaxy fades away around him.
“You.. feel so good. You feel so indescribably good,” Echo slurs, his voice trembling, pushing his bare body further into yours.
Stars, he’s driving you mad! His words, his body… all of him. And all of him is what you want! You lick at the muscles of his strong, corded, neck. Tasting his sweat, like it’s the water you need to quench your thirst. You inhale his scent like it’s the air you need to breathe. And still… still.. not having enough of him you sink your teeth in the tender skin on top of his shoulder, gently biting him and leaving your mark on him… for he’s the only one ever allowed to wear it.
The blood rushes in his ears, pounding with his racing heart from arousal and exertion. His muscles burn with the effort of the position. And yet it’s the sweetest pain he could ever feel. The lukewarm water’s engulfing the two of you in a gentle embrace, soothing his sore body. Time and again Echo sheathes himself to the hilt and grind his hips against you, holding still for a few aching seconds. Pressing the blunt tip of his cock right against your sweet spot, he lets himself feel how deep and tight he’s buried inside of you. Your hips roll gently to counter his movements. And you meet every of his thrust with loving tenderness.
Again and again your bodies rock against each other in chase of your closeness, and the continuous moans of pleasure keep ringing out in the night. The water is splashing around you with every of your moves, causing small ripples to crimp on the pond’s surface, glistening in the pale moonlight. With the way he holds you, supports your sensual ride on him, your breasts rub against his chest, the ports attached to him press into your skin and leave beautiful red marks on you, causing even more sensations to stir up inside you.
When you lean back to look at him you let out a soft whimper, at the sight of his golden eyes darkened with lust as his gaze latched directly onto yours. He moans for you in reply, with that deep and soothing voice you love so much. Your palms caress his cheeks and his eyelids flutter in a fit of blatant comfort and devotion.
“C-Cyare,” he pants, his voice husky and breaking.
He bends his head forward, leaning it against your chest… and so… your hands cautiously guide him, pressing his face against your breast. Echo docilely follows your lead, groaning into your soft skin at the invitation. His tongue sneaking out, is flicking and prodding your hardened nipple, before his lips close around it and, ever so gently, suckle on the delicate bud… And ohhh, a searing heat is burning in your core and beginning to spread from head to toes. It tingles hot in your belly and you get desperate, wanting nothing more than to release…
All of a sudden you find yourself at the edge of the precipice and cry out the only word you remember: “Echo!” as your nails scratch slowly down the rippling muscles of his back, dragging him into the most delicious torture he has ever suffered. His thrusts come to a violent halt, and he’s holding your quivering body as close as he can.
“Yesss,” he chokes out with an ecstatic cry of your name, as he tumbles and falls into the abyss along with you. His vision implodes with streaking starlight, the pleasure is rushing through him, draining his body of its aching desire... with every viscous ribbon of his seed that your pulsing pussy is milking out of him. He presses his face into you, inhaling deeply, as tears fill his eyes… and all of him - you.
Echo isn’t sure how long it took until his breathing had calmed down from ragged gasps, until his body stopped trembling. But you are still clinging tightly onto him when he carries you in his strong arms out of the water, walking towards the pile of armor and clothes that will soon separate you again.
“We should have done this sooner,” he purrs and grabs his clothes.
He watches your eyes lower, your cheeks heating up, and your breath hitching, as his fingers graze your folds for a brief moment while he’s drying your inner thighs with his black undersuit . Despite your contrived bashfulness, he could practically hear the slinky smile tugging on your lips, and he can tell you crave more. Just like himself.
“We can do it again,” you whisper, “as many times as we want.” Telling him a sweet lie, he wants to believe.
Kriffing hells, he’s more than happy to satisfy all your needs, to spend his life with you at his side! But, as it stands, his life’s rough and dangerous these days, getting more and more precariously. The two of you can't take any day for granted as long as you’re on the run, walking the fine line between hiding and finding more of his brothers in need of help.
All you have are moments like this, and the hope of another to come. All you have is here and now whenever you meet.
Here and now…
Silently his shirt drops out of his hand, all doubts forgotten. Eyes fluttering, straining to stay open, Echo leans in and seals his lips with yours in a passionate kiss.
“I love you, cyare,” he whispers into the darkness.
As he gently places you down on the ground, covering you with his body against the nightair, you open for him and he slides home inside.
Warnings: SMUT! Smutty smut with a bit of story, minors you stay the fuck away! Echo being the best boy, oral m! receiving, unprotected PiV (wrap it before you tap it irl), improper use of the scomp link. Please let me know if I'm missing anything
A/N: This turned from some horny thoughts into a bigger thing. Hope you like it anyway! Please do let me know, if you got any constructive critique, and if you can like and reblog it, that will mean a lot to me!
English is NOT my first language
"Sorry if I made a mess," the scruffy voice called behind you. You turned to smile at the clone, who had just stepped out of the shower and was wearing nothing but a towel.
"It's fine," you reply with a shrug, "that's one of the reasons why I let you go first. I've put out all of my cleaning supplies for you." You gesture to the little cleaning station you had made while he was showering. It displayed his armor and blacks, and next to it was a variety of cleaning supplies, as well as a bucket of hot water. You had suggested that you could clean it for him while he was in the shower, but he had declined, stating that he didn't want to risk looking like a shiny, whatever that meant.
Echo rubbed the back of his neck with his hand, while he chuckled nervously. "Thanks. You really didn't have to do all of this."
"Nonsense. I don't really have any spare clothes for you though, so you better get working." You patted him on the shoulder before heading to the refresher so you could finally get clean.
Cid had asked you to help The Bad Batch, since it took place on a Felucia and you had unfortunately been trapped there some years ago, giving you special intel on how to make it through the jungle in one piece. A trait not many outsiders could claim.
And it had worked. At first. But then Wrecker scared some of the wildlife living there, which jumped onto one of the planets many odd plants, which then exploded and covered you and Echo with weird slime.
Tech had quickly looked up what it was, and determined that it wasn't going to cause you any harm. Unfortunately, their shower was out of order, so you couldn't get cleaned before you returned home. Much to your annoyance.
After some time, you had finally managed to get yourself - and the bathroom - cleaned up. You had switched into a basic tank top and some comfortable shorts, lowkey dreading how you were going to get the slime out of your other clothes.
Turns out, you weren't alone in that sentiment. Echo was sitting on the floor by the cleaning station, grunting in frustration over getting the slime out of his blacks. He was still only wearing his towel, and with his back turned to you, you could see all the scars running along his upper body and his mechanical spine. You couldn't help but wonder what had happened to him, but you didn't want to risk making him uncomfortable.
Echo appeared to have been too focused on cleaning his blacks to notice that you were out of the shower, since he got startled when you suddenly placed a hand on his shoulder.
"Sorry," you laughed, as you slowly knelt next to him. "Seems like you're struggling there."
"You can say that again!" he scuffed, as he threw his pants onto the armor in frustration. "Think it would've been easier to clean if it hadn't dried in by now. Typical that the one time we get Wrecker to shower, he ends up breaking it!"
"How come Tech didn't let you change in the ship? I mean, I know why I couldn't, but why not you?"
"He didn't want me to cause a mess in his ship."
"Right, yea, of course. Having to clean out this," you vaguely gesture towards the clothes that were still covered in slime. "Goo would be a hell. So glad that no one has to struggle with that!" you joke, and manage to get a small smirk out of the rather grumpy Echo.
"You did manage to clean most of the armor, though." You say after a bit. You reached over the clone to grab a shoulder piece, in order to study it a bit further now that it wasn't attached to anything - or anyone.
Echo seemed to tense up by that movement. You stopped to look up at him, wondering if it were because he didn't want you to touch his armor. But you quickly realised that probably wasn't the case.
Your bodies were so close, not quite touching, but close enough that even a credit chip wouldn't be able to fall between the two of you. Pair that with the fact that Echo still only had a towel to cover himself with, and you were more or less in a suggestive position while leaning over him, the reason for his sudden change in body language was apparent.
Something hard hit your stomach, and it didn't take a genius to realise that it wasn't his gun. Heat rose to your face - and somewhere else on your body. You kept switching between looking him in the eyes and looking at his lips, carefully considering your next move while leaning back a bit.
It almost felt like Echo had read your mind, because the next thing you knew, his lips were on yours. At first it was careful, both of you testing the waters, but it quickly became more passionate and hungry. Echo pulled you onto his lap like you weighted nothing, and cradled his hips with your legs, all while never breaking the kiss. His length was pressed against both of your bellies, and by the maker, he was big. Your hands roamed his upper body, studying every bump and scar he had, along with feeling the defined muscles. He definitely was stronger than looked.
His left hand was also busy exploring, running up and down your thigh, up your sides, over your butt, everywhere he could get quick access. His scomp link was resting on your other thigh, the cold metal burning on your hot flesh. But ever so subtly, it crept up to the seam of your top, slowly pulling it upwards.
You couldn't help but to break the kiss with a breathless laugh, him being so careful was adorable. While quickly catching your breath, you took off your tank top, making your boobs bounce in the motion. Echo appeared to be mesmerized by the motion, his pupils dialating with lust as they follow the bouncing. He whispered something you couldn't understand under his breath, while his left hand snuck up to massage your tits. You moaned at the touch, and quickly went back in for the kiss.
Echo was more than happy to oblige with the kiss, as his tongue soon found it's way into your mouth, exploring this new territory. You moaned into the kiss, his left hand still busy kneading and teasing your tits, while his right rested on your butt, pushing you impossibly closer to him.
With a teasing pinch to your sensitive nipple, your head involuntary rolled back with a loud moan, thus breaking the kiss. Echo took the chance by this break and your sudden exposed neck to continue the kissing elsewhere. He made his way down your neck to your breasts, and you had to lean to brace yourself. Though, that didn't go as planned. Your hand collided with his armor, and you quickly lost footing. If it weren't for him holding you in place, you would've fallen backwards and head first into your make-shift cleaning station.
Echo chuckled, his dark, deep, sexy chuckle that shot waves of arousal down to your already soaked cunt. "Maybe we should take this somewhere else," he suggested, nodding subtly towards your bed while he carefully let slide off of his lap.
You giggled. "Sounds goooooo....d?" you trailed off, as Echo had stood up and the towel had fallen off. Right in front of your eyes was a big, girthy dick. It was slightly crooked and had scars running close by it from his thighs. It was beautiful.
As if hypnotized, you couldn't help but to reach out and touch it. It twitched so deliciously, and the low groan that echoed in your ears by the touch, made your mouth water and your pussy clench around nothing.
You looked up at the man standing in front of you through heavy lashes. He was tall and scarred, but at that moment, he was the most beautiful thing you had ever seen. Carefully, you leaned in and kissed the tip, lightly licking up some of the precum. You kept your eyes locked with his, making sure he was okay with it.
Experimental, you took a couple of broad licks across his size, all the way from the base of his balls to the tip dripping with precum. Echo tried to keep his moaning to a minimum, biting into his flesh hand and only letting a couple of grunts come out. You smirked mischievously and decided to take his self restrain as a challenge. You slid as much of his size that you could into your mouth, while your hand worked the part that you couldn't. You slowly began bopping your head, keeping your eyes locked on his face to study his reaction.
"K-kriff mesh'la..." Echo moaned, moving his flesh hand to rest on the back of your head. "Ho-how are you sh-so good at this?"
It was all too much. His moans, the feeling of his cock twitching on your tongue, his hand resting on the back of your head and his voice stuttering low praises at you. You had ignored the aching throbs from your pussy, you couldn't take it any longer. With your free hand, you reached down and began rubbing your soaked clit, relieving some of the building pressure. You moaned at the touch, which allowed you take him even deeper, but before you could do so, Echo stopped you.
You quickly release him and looked up at him with confusion in your eyes. "I'm sorry. Too much?" you asked.
"No, not at all, cyare." Echo assured you, as he pulled you up to stand by the arm which hand had just been between your legs. Before you could question why he had stopped you, he leaned down and whispered into your ear: "I'm just curious to know what the perfect pussy you've been keeping from me feels like. And from the looks of it," he moved your hand towards his mouth, licking the slick off of your fingers. "It seems like you want me to know too."
That statement alone could've made you melt. You knees suddenly felt like they were made out of jello, and you had to lean on Echo for support to reach your bed.
You fell head first into your bed, your whole body ecstatic with excitement, as Echo leaned over you.
"You won't be needing these anymore," he said, as he ripped your shorts and panties off of you. You moaned into the blanket, his deep voice seemingly just completely unravelling you.
You were about to push yourself further onto the bed, when Echo stopped you halfway through. You were lying on your stomach with your knees propped up against you, and your ass in the air. His rough hands kneading the soft flesh of your behind, when you felt something hard and cold slide up between your folds, gathering some arousal along with. You moaned loudly at this sensation.
"Oh, you like that, don't you mesh'la?" Echo chuckled deeply. "You like the feeling of my scomp link against your sensitive cunt?"
The way he spoke to you, so dirty, it was intoxicating. Your walls clenched around nothing, begging for him to fill you. Echo leaned in over you, his flesh hand snaking up your back to caress your cheek, while his scomp link was resting on your inner thigh and his member was pressing against your folds, so close to filling you up and yet, so far.
"All you gotta do is say the word and I'm yours, mesh'la. You're already so wet and your pussy is basically begging for me to enter, all you gotta do is tell me if that's what you want, and it's all yours. Can you do that for me cyare?"
He kissed the shell of your ear, his voice barely a whisper and filled with more care than anything else you've ever heard. His flesh hand was still caressing your cheek, waiting for your answer before going any further.
"P-please, Echo.. Please fill me with your cock, please fuck my brains out, make me forget tomorrow, make me forget my own name!"
"Good girl," he kissed the most sensitive spot behind your ear, before he straightened up and took his cock into his own hand. He let the tip run through your folds a couple of times, gathering as much of your arousal as possible on it, before he slowly let it sink into your entrance.
You gasped loudly at the feeling of him entering you, filling you up to the brim. He moved slowly, allowing you to adjust to his size while entering you. It felt like he was splitting you open, and you loved every part of it. Once he was fully submerged into you, he leaned back and looked at how he disappeared into you.
"Kriff, mesh'la... You're so tight," Echo muttered, before testingly pulling out a bit and pushing back in. Every thought other than how deliciously he filled you up left your brain, and you could only moan incoherent sentences into your sheets.
After making sure you were fully adjusted to him, Echo started to pick up the pace, painfully slow pulling out, only to thrust hard into you again. His hips clashed against your butt, making the soft flesh jiggle on impact.
Echo leaned over you again, snaking his arm around your waist and pulled you up to lean against his chest. This new position allowed him to reach even deeper inside of you and the curve of his cock made it hit a spot you didn't even know existed. You had no way of warning him before your vision blurred and you came on his cock. You moaned his name in a mantra, though it was almost impossible to make out, due to the slurring of your speech.
Though he never stopped moving, Echo had slowed down to help you through your high as your orgasm suddenly came over you. He was holding onto you, whispering low praises in your ear, waiting for you to come down enough for him to continue his relentless pace.
"Look at that mesh'la, cumming all over my cock so suddenly. Didn' even ask for permission or anything... You must've wanted my cock so karking bad, huh?" he mumbled against the crook of your neck, inbetween kisses and bites. His hand had found it's way back to your breasts, pinching and teasing your already sensitive nipples.
"Stars, you're perfect. You're taking me so well, like, like you were made for me or something. And your tits bounce so kriffing deliciously... Come on baby, I know you can cum for me one more time, do it for me."
That's when you noticed that Echo's pace had become more irregular, and he was doing his best to keep from cumming. "M-maker, Ech... Babe, yous... You don'" you slurred, struggling to get a word out through the moans. You couldn't even finish the sentence, before the cool metal of his scomp link made contact with your way too sensitive clit, and he started turning while applying pressure. This was your undoing. It was too perfect. The way he filled you up, the way his mouth worked your neck, definitely leaving marks of his doing there, his hand so perfectly massaging your breast and the cool metal spinning on your hot pearl.
"Kr-kriff! Stars! M-maker, I-I'm," you yelled, unable to keep down the volume as your vision began to blur.
"Me too. Where do you-"
"Inside!"
You didn't have to say so twice. Hot ropes of semen shot deep into you, sending you over the edge. You threw your head back as your vision went all white. You tried to grab onto Echo's toned flesh in a desperate attempt for grounding yourself. Your head was feeling so light and by the gods, if you died right now, you knew you had died happy.
By the time you came down, you were laying on your back with your head on your pillow. Echo was cleaning you up with a wet towel, and you couldn't help but to reach out a hand to rest on his cheek.
"Oh, cyare, are you okay? I, I hope I wasn't too rough or anything..." Echo looked at you worried.
"No, not at all. It was beyond perfect," You replied, looking lovingly into his golden eyes. With your hand still on his cheek, you guided him towards you, so you could cuddle against his chest. Echo appeared a bit taken back by this loving action, but leaned into it nontheless.
"Good. You got me worried there for a second," he whispered, kissing your forehead tenderly while he took your hand in his.
You just hummed happily, as your eyes fell heavy into sleep.
