@kaminocasey Your Cottage Series Is Some Of The Best Work I’ve Read On This App 🥹

Hi! I just need to say that I *love* your works, they make my day every time! Hope you’re having a good day :)

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

Aloha!

Thank you so much!

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

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

Fluffy/May be slightly suggestive in parts

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Hunter

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

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

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

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

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

Your smile widens a touch.

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

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

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

"Now you have me curious"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"The combination is very good, tasty".

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

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

Echo

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Wrecker

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

"What do we have here?"

"Fruit," you answer him, amused.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Tech

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

"Is something wrong?" he asks quietly.

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

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

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

Tech's eyes widen.

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

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

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

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

You show a small smirk.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Tech's cheeks take on a slightly rosy color.

"Oh?"

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

"Want to try some more?"

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

Crosshair

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

"Fruit."

He crosses his arms in front of his chest.

"For what?"

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

"For eating, of course"

"I already ate," he says dryly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He cocks a brow at you.

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

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Bad Batch S2 watch party?

To whoever is reading this :) , I am thinking of hosting a watch party on January 4th (12am PST) .

There are ways we can do it

Disney+ watch party

Zoom

Would anyone be interested ?

Echo - Bad Batch Conflict

Was thinking about the J. Corbett interview about Echo's conflict with The Batch (pic below) and it made me realise something.

It's clear that the Regs are more pro-rebellion that the rest of CF 99 and I think it has to do with how "protected" The Batch were in comparison to other clones.

Because of their enhanced abilities, Nala Se and the rest of the Kamimoans wanted to make sure that they stayed in good condition so they didn't lose important work. When The Batch had the training assessment and Tarkin used live rounds, they were worried about the clones being damaged, and while Echo is there, I think they were more concerned about the other four.

But that means that CF 99 grew up knowing that they were important (and this is probably where Crosshair's supremacist viewpoints came from) while the rest of the clones were told that they were expendable. It doesn't matter if you lose a reg because there are millions of them, but you can't lose an enhanced clone.

Rex and Echo are regs. They had to endure this "you're just a number" mindset and I think that's why they're more willing to put themselves in situations like the Rebellion.

Hunter wants to make sure that his men are protected and looked after (and so does Rex) but for Hunter that means moving away from his problems. Putting themselves in situations where they're are not hunted in order to protect themselves because they are important. They know they are because they've been told it their entire lives.

Echo and Rex on the other hand grew up without that mindset. They probably think more along the lines of "well it doesn't matter if I die, so I might as well die protecting other people" because if they go, they'll just be replaced with another reg.

It makes sense that CF 99 are more likely to put their safety above helping other people because they've been told that they're needed and special. But Echo and Rex were raised to be expendable and so are less worried about getting hurt. They're just going to do their job.

I'm really interested to see what they do with this conflict and see where it goes.

Crosshair doesn’t miss…

I REPEAT CROSSHAIR DOESNT MISS. HIS AIM IS DEADLY AND PRECISE

Look at the destruction one shot caused.

Another perfect shot.

Immaculate aim.

He only needs one shot per target. Never more than one. But he missed every shot he took against the bad batch. That kind of failure cannot be explained by a simple inhibitor chip. He never wanted them dead. He always loved his brothers. He could never kill them. Even with the chip intact and increased to its highest intensity, he missed every shot except for the one on Wrecker’s shoulder (but let’s face it Wrecker is quite a large target so it’s easy to hit him even on accident but he’d been hit in the same spot earlier that episode which means Crosshair knew he’d survive it).

He had the perfect shot. He could have killed Hunter then and there. But he didn’t. He hesitated. Because in his heart, no matter what they did to his mind, Hunter is his brother and he’s loyal to his brothers. No wonder he felt so betrayed by them when he did everything in his power to protect them.

The truest thing he ever said was when he told Hunter

“if I wanted you dead you would be.”

The batch may not have believed or trusted him, but boy do I.

I did a little redesign of Echo :D

This was super duper sweet <3

who needs a reason? (Echo x Reader)

I've had these in my drafts for a year and I'm just now getting to them with three hours until midnight. Happy New Year and happy season two, everyone!

Notes: Mostly fluff, mentions of Echo's PTSD in regards to explosions, Echo's insecure about his appearance.

Wrecker's love of explosions was particularly evident as Cid enlisted his and Tech's help with the fireworks display. Echo, however, was a bit more tense concerning the whole thing. It seemed that every once in a while, everyone forgot that he had quite literally been blown up.

"What would you like to do for the new year?" you asked him.

Echo rested his chin on your shoulder, "I'd really just like to get some peace and quiet, cyar'ika."

You glanced around the Parlor. Cid had a couple distinguished clients visiting tonight, the kind that preferred to keep a low profile. She was throwing this New Year's party in order to help them blend in, which meant more work for the rest of you.

"You think they'd miss us for a couple hours?" You asked as you finished cleaning the last of Cid's drinking glasses. Omega and Hunter were unloading the last of the drinks behind the bar, and Ketch and Bolo were stringing up the lights.

"You'd better not be breakin' any of my glasses, sweetheart!" Cid snapped in your direction. You rolled her eyes at her usual irritability and set down the last of the glasses.

A couple hours later, the party was in full swing. Cid's Parlor was full of people you'd met once or twice during your time on Ord Mantell.

Wrecker had found someone he could rant to about the fireworks display he'd planned, and Omega listened with rapt attention. Ketch and Bolo's brawls over the slot machines were becoming a popular form of entertainment, and you and Echo were stuck serving drinks behind the bar.

Tech and Hunter approached you two, and Echo got them their usuals.

"Cid's friends?" He asked.

"In her office. She said to come out and see if you needed any help," Hunter took a long gulp.

"We've been doing alright-"

"We could use a break," You spoke over Echo, squeezing his arm. He looked at you in surprise, but Tech just nodded. Hunter winked at you, and you pulled Echo to the exit, up the stairs, and to the streets above.

It didn't snow on Ord Mantell. Too much pollution made the planet too warm for that, so you were met with a downpour of rain. Still, it was a welcome sensation to the heavy air of the Parlor, shut up below the ground.

"You are something," Echo shook his head with a chuckle, staring up into the rain.

"Hey, you're the one who said you liked me," You shrugged.

"Huh, I guess I did, didn't I?" With a devilish grin Echo wrapped his arms around your waist, yanking you off your feet and spinning you around and out to the center of the street, where you were both caught in the pouring rain.

You shrieked with delight, begging him to spin you faster and faster. He stumbled once, and set you down before you could trip and fall into one of the puddles nearby.

"Well, we're here now, what do we do?" Echo asked, taking both of your hands in his.

You looked up and down the empty the street. The rain prevented people from bringing their celebrations outside, and Wrecker might have to cancel his beloved fireworks display.

"We should head inside," You chuckled sheepishly. Strands of your hair were starting to stick to your face.

Hand in hand, the two of you ran through the rain to the Marauder, where you both changed into a fresh set of clothes and sat together on Echo's bunk.

"Think the others will come looking for us?" He asked. He was holding your hand again, his thumb brushing back and forth across your knuckles.

"Who cares? Cid's people showed up, she won't mind."

Echo nodded, satisfied with your reasoning. You scooted closer, draping your legs across his lap and resting your forehead against his.

"You're so pretty," You whispered.

"Shut up," He chuckled immediately. You gently smacked his shoulder.

"I mean it!" You said.

Echo still chuckled, "Can you at least tell me what parts of me you think are pretty?"

You cocked one eyebrow at the challenge.

"Your loyalty."

Echo snorted. "My sense of loyalty...is pretty?"

"Hush," You hissed, "It's very attractive, and it totally makes me weak in the knees."

"Okay," Echo chuckled again, and his scomp arm wrapped around your waist to pull you closer.

"You don't take kark from anyone. You know your own value, and it's immensely beautiful."

"I thought you said I was pretty," He teased.

"You can be pretty and beautiful!" You insisted. You took his cheeks in your hands so that he could sense the weight of your sincerity.

"And your eyes," You said at last, tracing his cheekbone with your finger. Echo had no snarky comment for that one.

"They're so bright, so full of life. They're so warm, and they make me feel safe."

Echo's breath stuttered in his throat as he stared up at you. It was like he was seeing you for the first time.

Your nose brushed against his. "Do I need a reason to think that you're pretty?" you whispered timidly.

Echo's hand came up behind your neck, "Maybe not. But...it does feel good to hear it from you."

You ducked your head to hide a smile as your lips brushed against his cheeks, "I'll tell you anytime you want me to."

Echo hummed happily, "Thanks, cyar'ika."

A tinny chime echoed through the hold, and the two of you jumped up, worried that someone else had returned to the ship. But it was just the ship's chronometer, letting you know that it was officially midnight.

"Well, Happy New Year?" Echo laughed off his nerves.

"Happy New Year," You laughed, hiding for face in his chest for a moment. Echo gently tilted your chin upwards to look at him.

"Can I give you a kiss?"

"Hmm...do you need a reason for that one too?"

Echo shook his head, a smile breaking out across his face, "Never."

His lips claimed yours, and the only rumbling to reach your ears was the rain thrumming against the hull of the ship.

Only two more days until Bad Batch Season Two!

HELLO FRIEND!!! Big congrats on the milestone, well deserved and such a fun idea!

I am humbly requesting…

Just the Way You Are by Billy Joel with Echo! You can choose whether he’s TCW or TBB. Hopefully this song can inspire some mushy gushy romance!

🌝❤️

Thank you so much! Okay soo...this got mushy, gushy, romancy and just a titty bit depressy.

I blame the hormones

Also Echo now has the longest fic 🤣 he beat Jesse

good news! you get both Echos!!!

warning: not feeling well bout self-image

Just the Way You Are

Echo x Reader

Echo huffed as you blubbered on and on. You were barely making coherent words at this point and had stopped making sense hours ago. Your beloved trooper had long since stopped trying to stop you from crying and had decided to just comfort you as you worked through what was bothering you.

In hindsight, he could have seen this coming. You'd been more critical of your appearance, more unsure of yourself and your thoughts, opinions and decisions. You'd been talking about changing your hair and you'd been more watchful of other ladies and how they were.

Echo shook his head and pulled you in close, tucking your head under his chin and rocking you gently back and forth. The two of you were on your shared bed and you were currently in just your undergarments. Your sorrow-burned flesh pressed up against his comforting bronze one. The two of you had just taken turns in the shower and were about to go to bed when this came about. When Echo caught you hatefully looking at your reflection.

"Mesh'la..." he cooed only to get a weak slap

"I am not" you grouched through your cries

"You are" he echoed stubbornly "I have never seen anything as beautiful as you."

He nuzzled his cheek against your crown as you squirmed spitefully. But your weak spiteful lashing out was less frightening to the ARC trooper than a tooka was. So with a soft scoff he held onto you tighter

"Who told you that you weren't? You're my beautiful Cyare...I'll fuck them up"

The words made a small smile sneak onto your lips for a moment before you willed yourself to stay upset. You didn't want to giggle at how silly he sounded saying such profanity, you wanted to wallow until you felt better

Echo let his body drop to the side onto the mattress, taking yours with him as a squeak erupting from your lips, and crawled above you.

You shrunk into the matress as he caged you between his beautiful bare torso and the soft sheets

"Hmm...?" he hummed as his hand smoothed over your thigh "Who said these thighs were anything but heaven?"

Your face burned and you shied away from the intensity in his gaze as his hand continued up.

"This soft belly? Who told you it wasn't comfortable and adorable?" his hand ghosted across your stomach eliciting your flesh to pebble "Or these perfect  breasts? I will not stand for my favourite spot to lay against being talked about poorly"

You squirmed as his hand caressed the swells of flesh on your chest before his touch danced across your collar

"Here? Are you sure they weren't complaining about all the marks I leave instead? Mmm?"

"I-I..." you glanced away feeling small and flustered as the blush coated your ears and reached the top of your breasts

"It couldn't be this face. The face that is nothing short of artwork" he whispered with a tender gaze. As if the very idea someone thought ill of you would cause him to shatter and turn to dust.

You began to cry anew under his praise and adoration. But your boyfriend only wrapped his arms around you and peppered you with sweet, gentle kisses

"I love every tiny inch of you..." he murmured against your lips before he pressed a kiss there "Don't wish to be anything than what you are...I love you just as you are. I'll prove it, and I'll prove it to you over and over until you can't even think a single inkling of a thought like those ever again" he swore as he lowered hinself against you and pulled the blankets up to cover yourselves for the events to come.

You yawned as you felt the lack of presence beside you in bed. You blinked your bleary eyes about the room in confusion.

Everyone else was still asleep and in their beds...so where was Echo?

"Cockpit" Hunter mumbled turning over.

He must've been woken up when Echo left and noticed your sleepy confusion.

You nodded and, with wobbly legs, stumbled across the room to the door but not before patting the sergeant on the shoulder in thanks as you passed him.

You yawned again and shuffled into the cockpit to find your lover huddled in the pilot's seat. Legs drawn up and face turned towards the sky.

It had been a long time since Echo and you had been first reunited, after the incident with the techno union that left him altered and strange. You were so happy to see him, you hadn't even looked at him past your mind registering 'Echo's alive' until much later that evening when he kept shying way from your touch.

You had begged Hunter to let you go with them, even if all you did was stay on the ship until they were done their missions, until the poor man was ready to combust from frustration. He'd reluctantly agreed at the time, but since had become a good friend like the rest of his brothers.

It took a long time for Echo to let you back near him and while things were as close to normal as they probably ever would be...situations like this would arise.

With a frown, you softly padded your way to Echo being careful not to spook him either. You neared the chair and hummed to announce yourself before draping yourself across his back

"Echo, honey...this isn't the bed" you whispered teasingly

He chuckled and reached up with his hand to pat the arm wrapped around his shoulders

"I know"

You both fell into silence as he continued to look out the front window. You leaned over and kissed his temple, mindful of the machinery that crawled across the back of his skull and over his ears.

"Talk to me" you implored with a hushed tone

"You know" he answered, his voice matching your own

Tears welled up as you clung tighter to him. Of course you knew what bothered him.

How could you not??

"I...I can't take care of you the same..." he began glancing down at the scomp that replaced his right hand "I can't hold you like I used to...I can't love you like I could bef-"

"Now that's utter nonsense" you hushed him kissing his cheek

"Mesh'la plea-"

"No, you listen to me" you rushed out letting go and spinning around to kneel before him.

Amber eyes watched you with caution, shifting about your face and stance, unsure of what you were going to say and looking absolutely terrified to find out.

Your hands delicately settled on his thighs as your teary eyes stared up at him lovingly. Your heart broke seeing his distress, your thumbs rubbing circles into the flesh that laid hidden and scarred underneath the fabric of his bottoms

"Who told yo-you...-" you choaked out

"What...?" his eyebrow cocked at your words, confused by them but concerned by your tears

"Who told y-you these perfect, strong, thighs were anything but that...?" you managed out with a sad smile.

You let your hands drag up his thighs slowly and delicately, your body leaning forward into his lap as you did.

"Who tol-told you that this skin was anything but flawless...?" your fingers trailed up his now pale stomach to his chest where you placed a gentle peck.

You could see his own eyes begin to water as recognition crossed his face

"Hmmm? Who told you that?" you whispered reaching for his hand and turning it over in your grasp.

You kissed his palm then each knuckle while looking sadly yet lovingly at him

"Who told you that this beautiful hand wasn't capable of doing anything and everything that most men couldn't even do with two?"

You gently let go of his hand and traced your left hand up over his collar and down his left arm. You took his robotic forearm and placed a tender kiss to the scomp that was now his hand

"Who said this wasn't the most amazing thing I've ever seen?" you leaned forward to press kisses across the scarred skin that connected the metal to flesh.

He hiccupped out your name as the tenderness in your words began to do him in.

You pulled yourself up into his lap trailing kisses up his neck, jaw and to his temple.

"Wh-who told you that these pretty little lights weren't my favourite spot to stare at? Hm...?"

You voice wavered as a couple tears slipped past your defenses, your lips pressing feather light kisses to the machinery and each little circle nearby

"Who told my Echo that...? Who? Who am I hurting...?" you murmured, lips just a hair away from his own.

The two of you stared at one another, both with bleary vision, before Echo surged forward. Arms wrapped around you and pulled you close as lips feverishly engulfed your own. The two of you sharing a kiss that held so many complex emotions all at once

"You're perfect...just, just the way you are. I love you so much" you whimpered into your kisses as he pulled you impossibly closer. Your fingers tugged at his frame.

You'd prove it.

You'd prove to him just how perfect he was. And then you'd prove it everyday, every hour if you had to. Until he never thought this way again.

You silently promised it as your bodies melded tight to one another.

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99 -> 100 Celebration

Could this be TECH?? Maybe 🤔

One reason that would discourage the theory: Crosshair was not successful because he (and CF 99) are known to be defective. It could be possible that Tech was was weak enough at the end of s2 to be brainwashed but who knows.

One reason that would encourage the theory: This operative SURVIVED heavy rocks on top of him, and managed to move heavy rocks easily. I think this is in reference to Tech when his femur was broken. He managed to overcome the pain and still fought.

If this was Tech, could he be unbrainwashed???

Who knows 😭

Wolffe 🐺🖤

Inspiration

A/N: Alright, so I got a little inspired/horny for Echo, and then this got a little meta, but you know what, I stand by it. Have some Echo smut. As always, thank you to the outstanding @teletraan-meets-jarvis for beta-reading this (and assuring me that this is not, in fact, too corny). SO HERE WE GO.

Pairing: ARC Trooper Echo x F!Reader

Rating: E (18+ ONLY, MINORS SKEEDADDLE) - blow job, cum eating, rough oral sex (consensual), cockwarming, PiV sex, Echo gets to be a bit demanding (it's what he deserves)

You sigh, scrubbing your hands over your face. 

Why won’t the words come? You know how to do this. 

Your fingers hover over the keyboard again before gently drifting to the keys, starting to punch out a sentence you hope will finally lead you in some direction. 

She sighed seductively, gently tossing her long hair over her shoulder as she seductively (CHANGE THIS WORD!) sank to her knees and sighed… seductively.

Fuck. This is it. The long-awaited encounter between the main characters. And all I can think of is… garbage.

You switch to another paragraph, hoping to find your stride and circle back. 

His cock sat on her tongue, a familiar weight pulsing against the muscle in her mouth. 

You wrinkle your nose at that sentence before moving on. 

He tasted of…

You pause. 

You know what it tastes like. You’ve given a blow job before. Maker, you’re an idiot tonight.

No matter how much you wrack your brains, you are unable to describe anything in the scene to your satisfaction. Not the scenery. Not the emotions. Certainly not the sex. You gently tap your forehead against your desk, swearing under your breath. 

You know how to do this. You know how to write. You know words other than ‘seductively.’ You do this for a living, for Maker’s sake.

Your fingers impatiently drum against the wood as you rest your chin on the meat of your palm, staring at the holo computer’s screen. 

Come on. You know how to write this stuff. 

A quiet sigh comes from your living room, and you hear your couch creak as weight shifts on its worn cushions and frame. Your head turns towards the door, straining to hear anymore from the man on the other side of it.

I’d rather be out there with him. 

You glare at the chrono as it slowly counts down towards your self-imposed deadline.

But I have to complete this chapter draft by tomorrow morning so they can review it. 

Your editor has been on your ass for awhile, and you’d sworn up and down that you’d have a draft of this chapter completed by the end of this week. And now here you were, about to default on a promise, but somehow feeling more guilty about the neglected guest in your living room. 

He leaves tomorrow morning, and I’m in here instead of being out there with him.

The plight of dating an ARC trooper. You take what moments you can, understanding that he may have to run off to the next fight with only a rotation’s notice. Even if you had a deadline and couldn’t spare a night. 

He’ll never say anything about it. But I hate it.

You tap your forehead against the desk one more time for good measure, to really hammer home the guilt in your mind before you lift your head again to stare at the screen. Your repetitive, ineffective sentences stare back, mocking you. You huff a frustrated sigh.

Fuck this.

Making a decision to allow yourself some time with him, even if it means you will get no sleep, you push back from your desk, your chair rolling away from the back of your legs as you stand. And then the idea comes to you.

For inspiration. Research purposes, really. Completely justifiable.

A sly grin slips across your face as you slink to your door, pushing it open quietly. You can’t help but erupt into an all-encompassing smile as you take in the sight before you. 

Echo is stretched out on your couch in only the bottom half of his undersuit. His armor is stacked neatly by the door, his folded shirt, gloves, and socks piled neatly on top. His feet are bare, and his toes wriggle reflexively as he rolls one ankle, flexing his foot. He has one arm tucked behind his head, his other hand holding the datapad he’s reading from. His eyes trace lines of text, and you wonder what he’s reading this time.  

You’d been very upfront with Echo about what your career was, and while you had been fairly certain he was going to be fine with it given his nature, you could never have anticipated the enthusiasm he’d shown when you told him. When he’d discovered you were a romance author, he’d immediately scraped enough credits together to purchase your other novels. It had taken him less than a week to finish everything you’d written, and he couldn’t stop gushing over how talented you were and how much he enjoyed the stories. He’d been a bookworm as long as you’d known him. In fact, a good amount of your first dates had featured just the two of you on the couch together, a pot of tea or a bottle of wine resting on the low table in front of you while the two of you read your individual novels, slowly drifting closer together until you were snuggled into his side. 

He finally notices you standing in the doorway watching him as you reminisce, and he shifts, meeting your gaze and returning your smile. Your insides melt, and you stifle a giggle that threatens to erupt as your face grows warm. 

“Hey, you,” he says softly. “Taking a break?” 

“Something like that,” you reply teasingly, striding over to the couch. He sits up to make room, but you bend, holding his knees in place. His eyebrow skyrockets upwards as he gives you a questioning look. 

“What’s going on?” he asks slowly, the corner of his mouth upturning as he watches your fingers begin to work at the buttons on your blouse. 

You shrug coyly, letting your shirt slip from your shoulders to the floor as you slowly kneel between his spread legs. “Oh, you know. Needed some inspiration. Figured I’d come out here and do some research.”

His pupils blow wide as his eyes trail across your lace-covered breasts before the sensation of your fingernails grazing his thighs through the black fabric of his pants pulls his attention back to your eyes. You can tell he’s caught onto your game. The muscles in his legs jump underneath your fingertips, and you spot the telltale bulge beginning to become more pronounced between his legs. You smile wickedly, leaning forward to trail kisses across his bare collarbone, gently tracing your tongue along the dip near his shoulder. 

Echo gasps quietly, and you grin against his skin, nipping gently at his throat before you begin working your way downwards, peppering his scarred chest with kisses. Your lips meet his abdomen, which flexes in reaction to your breath grazing him. Your tongue slips past your lips, moistening his skin as you finally make your way to his navel, nuzzling against the light dusting of hair that traces from his belly button to below his pants. 

You can feel his cock pressing against your stomach now, rock hard and throbbing, and your mouth instinctively waters. You rock your body against it slightly, and even just that mere amount of friction pulls a groan from Echo. You glance upward to find him watching you with an intensity he saves for only you, and you smile, maintaining eye contact as you press your tongue to his stomach, trailing it down until it reaches the waistband of his black compression pants. 

His teeth graze his lower lip as you hook your fingers under the band, and his hips shoot off the couch to allow you to remove his pants, tossing them somewhere to be dealt with later. His freed cock bounces against his stomach, and you note the droplet of precum that’s already formed at its head.

Patience. Not yet. Work up to it. Work him up. 

You press more kisses to his bare hip, working your way down his leg until you playfully nip at his inner thigh, and he jumps. 

“Tease,” he groans. You poke your tongue out between your teeth. 

“I think you like it,” you reply. 

“Not tonight,” he rasps. 

“Impatient,” you counter. 

“For you? Always.” One of his hands slips under your chin, cupping your jaw as his thumb traces your lower lip. You part your lips to allow him to slip his thumb into your mouth, suckling lightly. His other hand grips his cock, beginning to pump slowly. You lean forward, pushing his thumb deeper into your mouth, and he presses down on your tongue. You push back, swirling around the digit, and Echo curses softly. 

“That what you’re going to do to me, love?” 

You nod, letting him pull his thumb away. Leaning forward, you open your mouth, staring up at him with wide, innocent eyes. Your tongue darts out to wet your lips, and you leave it out, inviting him. His eyes follow the movement, and he cups your cheek again. 

“Yeah, you want this?” 

You nod again. “Please.” 

He presses the tip of his cock to your lips, and you kiss it teasingly, the warmth familiar against your lips. You lick at it playfully, keeping your eyes locked on his. His mouth hangs slightly open, his brows furrowed as he focuses on you, holding his cock firmly to your tongue as your licks grow more languid and long until you finally run your tongue from his base to the tip, at last taking the head into your warm mouth. You both groan, his head tipping back as you refamiliarize yourself with the taste of him, suckling gently at the head of his cock before allowing it to sink deeper into your mouth, running the length of him along your tongue, tracing the vein that runs along the bottom. 

Warm. Thick. Heavy. 

You take him deeper, relaxing your throat until you finally manage to take him almost entirely, your nose brushing the dark curls at the base of his cock. You inhale his scent deeply before swallowing, and Echo moans loudly. Your eyes are watering, but you don’t care as you watch his head tip backwards, his Adam’s apple bobbing as the muscles in his neck become more pronounced. His pectorals tighten, and his hands ball into fists. You reach forward, taking one of his hands and embedding it in your hair. 

You know he’ll be gentle, or at least gentle enough. 

Echo’s head snaps back forward, and he finds your eyes again. His lips part as he pants, his eyebrows knitting together. He cradles the back of your head, not pushing but gently guiding your head as you begin to bob up and down on his cock. You watch as the control begins to slip, and you urge him on by taking him to the back of your throat, pushing against your body’s limits. You gag, and his hand flies away from your head in alarm, and his hips jerk, pulling himself out of your mouth. A string of spit trails from your lips to the glistening tip of his cock, and before he can get out the first syllables of an apology, you chase him, forcing him to the back of your throat again. You grab his hand forcefully, pressing it to the back of your head as you watch him. 

You swallow and you gag again, but you hold yourself in place this time as tears fill the corners of your eyes. Echo’s entire body seems tensed, trying to maintain control as he watches you practically choke yourself on his cock. 

“I-is that what you want?” he stutters out finally. “For me to ruin you?” The second sentence comes out quieter, darker, and you can see he’s hopeful the answer will be ‘yes.’

You swallow again in affirmation, and he swears louder. 

“Then I’ll give you what you want,” he grits out. “Tap three times on my leg if it’s too much.” You tap three times to demonstrate, and he nods. “Good. That’s good.” With that, his other hand fists in your hair, and he begins rocking his hips into you, dragging your head all the way up and down his length forcefully, slowly accelerating as he finds his rhythm and your limits. You completely surrender to him. 

Echo chases his pleasure, muttering praise under his breath as he thrusts into your mouth. 

“So good for me. Taking everything I give. So eager. Willing to choke yourself on my cock. F-fuck.” 

He grunts, holding you with his cock in the back of your throat. Your lips stretch around his girth, and your jaw aches deliciously.

“Swallow for me love. Y-yeah. That’s it. Good girl.” 

You preen at the praise, even as you fight your gag reflex. 

“There you go. Relax your throat. Again. Swallow. S-so good for me. Maker.” 

The sweet ARC trooper that you’ve fallen in love with has completely been eclipsed, replaced with someone unafraid to ask for what he wants, someone who prioritizes his pleasure for once. 

And you love it. 

You know you’ll get yours in the end. 

“So f-fuckin’ pretty. Y-your eyes. So good. F-fucking tits that I think about all the time. And that mouth... Fuck.”

His cock is twitching against your tongue as he continues to mumble filth, sweat trickling from his brow. You feel some of the roots of your hair ache in protest under his grip, but the slight pain only sends electricity shooting through your veins. You’ve got both hands pressed against his thighs for balance, and you fight the urge to slip a hand in your pants to pleasure yourself. 

Focus on him. Focus on the feeling.

Give him everything he wants.

“‘M close,” he rasps. “W-where?”

He lifts you off his cock long enough for you to answer, stroking it inches from your face, his fingers growing wet with your saliva. 

“Wherever… you want,” you gasp in reply. 

His eyes glint for a moment, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Well, if this is for research, best to be thorough.” Heat shoots between your legs. Your panties are soaked, you’re certain. He taps his cock against your swollen lips, and you open again, welcoming him back inside your mouth. “Want you to taste me. Can you do that, love? Be a good girl and swallow every last drop?” 

You hum eagerly, and he grunts, his hips leaping off your couch. “D-do that again,” he pleads, and you oblige. He presses your head down, working you along the entirety of his length as you frantically swirl your tongue against all of the places you know he loves. His thrusts grow shorter, and you feel his thighs tense beneath your palms. 

“Look at me,” he rasps. 

You oblige, meeting his gaze, and he presses himself to the back of your throat.

“I-I-I’m…” he never finishes his sentence, instead unleashing a loud moan as he empties himself into your throat. You savor the taste as he groans with every spurt of his release.

Salty. Tangy. Warm. Him. 

You swallow everything before running your tongue over his softening cock one last time for good measure, ensuring you’ve cleaned every last drop from him. Echo’s head is tipped over the back of the couch again, his chest heaving as his hand absently strokes your hair. Your knees creak in protest and your legs quiver as you carefully climb into his lap, peppering his jawline with kisses as he fights to get his breathing under control. His hands come to rest on your hips before slipping up your spine, pulling you close to him. He cups your cheek before kissing you deeply, inhaling through his nose and drinking you in. You feel him quiver, as he rests his forehead against yours. 

“That… was something else,” he whispers. “All that for some inspiration, huh? Is that what we’re calling him these days?” He wiggles his eyebrows suggestively, and you giggle. 

“Absolutely not.”

He shrugs. “Worth a shot.” 

“You’ve been spending too much time with Fives,” you tease. You pause as you see something hovering in his gaze. It’s apparent it’s weighing him down slightly. “What is it?” you ask.

He pauses. “It’s silly.”

“Echo.”

“Alright. Fine.” He sighs, giving you a sheepish grin. “I was… I guess I was just worried that I wasn’t living up to those stories you’ve written.”

You giggle softly, pressing another kiss to his lips. “At the risk of sounding cheesy, I found the guy that I was writing into those stories, Echo. It was you, even if I didn’t know it yet.”

“But… but we don’t do all of those things.”

You shrug. “We could. But it’s not about all of the different sex positions and kinks I write about. It’s the fact that I found a partner that I feel safe with, one that I trust. One that prioritizes me more than himself, even though I’d be satisfied with an even trade. One that wants to learn with me about how we work best together, in all aspects of the relationship.” You kiss his forehead. “But, if you ever want to experiment with some of the other stuff I write about, I’m more than willing to give it a try.” 

He grins. “Well, now that you mention it…”

—

He locked his mouth around her nipple, lavishing the sensitive bud as she arched into his touch, chasing her pleasure with renewed fervor as she neared the precipice, her moans crescendoing with her approaching climax. 

Echo’s breath is warm against your ear as he whispers to you. “I really like that. Beautifully written.” His cock pulses inside of you, and you squirm, groaning in frustration despite the compliment to your writing. His fingers dig into your hips as he tuts scoldingly in your ear. 

“Now, now. None of that. Not until you’ve finished your draft.” 

When he’d immediately expressed interest in cockwarming, you didn’t think he’d have the patience for it, but half an hour and a few thousand words in, he’d surprised you. Even more shocking, you were a few paragraphs from being satisfied with your draft. However, concentrating was becoming progressively more difficult. 

“Echo,” you whine. “Please. Just a little bit.” 

He lets his chin rest on your shoulder, nibbling at your earlobe playfully. “Not. Until. You’re. Done.” 

You groan, slumping back against his shoulder, but even with this slight feint, he won’t allow you to rock your hips more than a centimeter. You’re completely laid bare, your legs hanging uselessly outside of his, impaled on his cock. You’re certain there has to be a puddle under your chair. He chuckles, gently playing with one of your nipples. You fight the urge to pout. 

“Come on love. You’re so close to being done. And then I’ll give you everything you want.” 

You lean forward again, resting your elbows on the desktop. Your fingers find the keyboard just as his drift between your legs, gently rubbing at your clit with just the perfect amount of pressure. You gasp. 

“Oh, come on. That’s not fair.”

He chuckles against the skin of your neck. “What? I thought it would inspire you to go faster.” 

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