This Was Extremely Hot 🥵

Is it hot in here , or is it me? 👀

[ comfort officer ] • captain rex

synopsis - you're a comfort officer for the 501st but your sights are set on one person.

pairing - captain rex/reader.

warnings - nsfw.

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being a comfort officer for the 501st had been a rollercoaster of a ride, but one you had enjoyed so far. the members of the 501st had all fallen for you, but there was somebody in particular who caught your attention: captain rex. 

currently, rex's cock was in your mouth as he squirmed underneath you. his cock was so far in the back of your throat that you were gagging for air, however rex's delicious moans kept you from coming up. rex was completely at your mercy and you were loving every second of it. you see, rex was the only submissive member of the 501st in the bedroom. the captain would submit to you completely and without question. rex's love for you was pure and unfiltered and he told you that every time he saw you. but that was for another time. right now, you bobbed your head along rex's cock and revealed in the sounds he made. "oh maker, y/n," he groaned grasping your hair in his hands. "can't take it anymore, need to be inside of you." 

you pulled off his cock with a 'pop' sound and nodded, a smirk gracing your lips. you loved it when he begged for you and he was so close to begging. you turned around and shimmied your pants down your legs until they pooled at your ankles, shaking your arse at him teasingly. rex could let out a slow moan as he reached for the plush of your arse. taking each cheek in either hand, he squeezed tightly as he admired the way you filled his palms. his cock was so hard, it was hot to the touch and beads of pre cum were now dripping down his shaft. you turned around again to look at rex, still smiling. "poor baby, do you need me?" you asked teasingly. rex's throat was dry and all's he could do was nod as he swallowed. you obliged, pushing him down onto your bed and crawling on top of him. you teased him by grinding your pussy against his thigh, coating it with your wetness that had accumulated just from sucking him off. 

rex sighed and grasped your hips. "please," he begged. 

you cocked an eyebrow at him. "you know better than 'please'," you smiled, still grinding against him. 

"y/n, baby, i'm begging you," he pleaded. "i need you to ride me. i need it." 

"good boy," you whispered before making your way up to his cock. you aligned it perfectly with your cunt and slowly lowered yourself down on top of him. you were being so slow, rex was desperate to thrust himself up into you to bottom out, but he knew better than that. the last time he did you had tied him to your bed post for hours and made him watch as you brought yourself to orgasm again and again. "maker, rex, you're throbbing."

"i wonder why," rex groaned as he rolled his eyes at you. you slapped him slightly, causing the captain to look at you with wide eyes. 

"don't give me sass," you growled, before plonking yourself down on his last inch quickly. 

"holy fuck," rex moaned out, throwing his head back. 

you let out a chuckle and began to move your hips up and down, your pace agonisingly slow. "you like that pretty boy?" you whispered, bending down to give his lips a quick peck. rex nodded, eyes glossy and wide as he looked up at you. his eyes trailed down to your breasts, watching as they bounced with each bounce you did. it didn't take you long before you were quickening your pace, already bringing rex to orgasm. his eyes told you exactly what you wanted to know. "gonna cum rexy?" you asked cockily. 

"y-yeah," he whimpered, fists grasping the sheets beneath him. you laughed and continued bouncing up and down, eager to make the clone captain cum in less than a minute. you made a few more movements with your hips before rex was a stuttering, moaning mess beneath you. "cumming y/n-" he screamed out, letting the others in his squad know you were fucking him senseless. 

"my my," you whispered, slowing down as he came inside of you. "you made a mess pretty boy."

"'m sorry," he whimpered. rex's eyes were glued to where you were joined, watching as you lifted yourself up off his cock, his cum dribbling out of you. 

"my eyes are up here," you snapped. rex's eyes shot up so he was looking at you directly in the eye. you were smiling sweetly at him now, watching as his face softened. 

"sorry love," he mumbled. you bent down, eye-level with his cock and put it in your mouth once more. "w-what are - ah - you doing?"

"sensitive?" you choked, mouthful of his cock. he nodded in response. "oh i'm not done with you yet, captain," you purred. 

boy, was rex in for a long night. 

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Just Ask

Fandom: The Bad Batch

Word Count: 6,579

Summary: The Batch learns that Echo responds a lot better to touch if he is asked first.

Sweetness, fun, and shenanigans follow.

I posted this idea a little while ago and it completely inspired this whole fic 🧡

This is a tickle fic

It had all started a few days into being with the batch. Echo had his back turned to the wider ship, his headpiece sat on one of the bunks while he methodically cleaned his weapon so he could vaguely Wrecker milling around behind him. Sometimes all of the noise was too much. It made his head hurt and it was more comforting to be alone in the nearly soundless space between his ears as he tried to center himself. It was just him and Wrecker on the ship and the big guy was minding his own as well. That is until he felt two arms wrap around him and lift him off the ground. It happened so fast he didn’t have time to let his mind catch up. He saw red and he flailed, dropping his blaster in the process, and those two arms retreated as quickly as they first arrived. Once on the ground he put a hand to his chest, trying to suck in air and get his lungs to stop screaming at him. His head spun for a moment, his skin feeling like fire as he tried to wrap his head around the sudden change in contact. Slowly, as Echo regained his regular heart rate, he picked up the headpiece and put it back on - tuning in to the world around him again. Wrecker was standing a few feet away now, watching with a spooked look on his face. The big guy must’ve been talking to him and he hadn’t heard him properly.

“Sorry. I didn’t realize…” Wrecker trailed off, head ducked and hand rubbing self consciously at the back of his neck. It was so disheartening, even as he was trying to calm his rapid breathing. “I won’t do it again. I’m sorry.” Wrecker turned to move away from him, retreating back to the cockpit, but Echo couldn’t stand to watch him go.

“Wait!” He reached a hand out but didn’t quite reach the big guy who was now looking at him expectedly. Echo sighed. His heart was still beating a little quick but he tried to push that away to be able to calm the no doubt racing thoughts in Wrecker’s mind. “I don’t… It's fine.”

Wrecker waited but when Echo said nothing he put on a smile. “If you don’t like hugs that’s okay. I won’t do it anymore.” Ugh. He didn’t want the big guy to be weird around him now. He was embarrassed for reacting the way he did, even if it was just because it had surprised him.

“No that’s not…” This sucked . “I don’t dislike hugs. I just…” He didn’t know how to phrase it. He didn’t want his new squad to avoid touching him. His old squads were always so tactile and this one was no different. It would be so isolating to not be included in that type of dynamic - to be the odd one out. “You can hug me. I just need you to ask first. It took me by surprise. I… I don’t really like being surprised right now.” His stomach felt sick, an odd lump forming in his throat. Admitting that this was something he was struggling with was hard.

But, of course, Wrecker paid it no mind.His face immediately brightened, all the awkwardness slinking away. “Oh! Okay! I can do that. No problem, Echo.”

And it was that easy. Wrecker went on with his day and the next time he felt like pulling Echo into a hug he asked . He didn’t expect it to be such an easy thing for Wrecker to remember so if he looked a little shocked the first time Wrecker asked who could blame him? They were all sitting in the ship, drinks in hand and snacks spread between them. And Wrecker looked at him with such a hopeful expression and asked, very simply. “Can I hug you?”

Echo just stared back at him for a moment but once he recovered he was able to mutter the quietest of ‘ yes ’s. Wrecker wrapped him up in a hug so fast, body warm and solid and comforting. By the time they let go he knew he was beaming up at the big guy with so much appreciation and happiness that it must’ve been all too obvious to the rest of the squad that he was really thankful for the ask. He barely caught the other three sharing a knowing glance with each other. It was a little embarrassing to have such a reaction to such a simple thing but he couldn’t care too much when all he could feel was warmth.

From then on he noticed the rest of them doing it. He hadn’t even mentioned it to them and yet they were all asking to touch him. He noticed it first with Tech who always worked on his cybernetics and made sure he conducted all of his physicals. It was always easiest to be touched by Tech who didn’t do things out of the blue and didn’t surprise Echo with random contact. He was sitting on the makeshift medical table they could tuck away when they needed to and Tech was getting supplies ready. The man looked over to Echo as he got the last of his supplies and held out his hand. “May I look at your scomp?” Echo furrowed his eyebrows but held out the arm, letting Tech take it and start fiddling with it. Slowly he made his way upwards, pausing right where skin would meet metal. “I will have to roll up your sleeve to check where it connects. Is this alright?”

Ah . He understood now. Echo let himself give Tech a small smile. “It’s alright. You can do what you need to do.” Tech let one corner of his lips raise in a small half smile then rolled Echo’s sleeve up to start probing at the skin under the fabric. Each time Tech moved to a new place he announced what he was doing then very carefully asked if what he was doing was alright - if he was permitted to touch the metal and the skin around it. It was the most taken care of and respected Echo had felt since his rescue and that was enough to make emotion well behind his eyes. It was also - coincidentally- the first time his hands didn’t shake during a physical.

Hunter was, surprisingly, very physical just in smaller ways. It was rare that a conversation with Hunter didn’t begin or end with his hand on your arm or shoulder. He often urged squad members forward with a hand on their backs or a nudge to the shoulder. Hunter had been avoiding doing this to Echo anyway, feeling him out for boundaries and not wanting to move too fast, but it wasn’t until one night about two weeks in that Hunter started doing it.

Echo was standing with their group, nervously trying to avoid staring eyes and attention from onlookers while they waited to get into a small bar on the planet they’d just got done completing a mission on. They were there to celebrate a job well done on their first mission together as a squad but all Echo could feel was dread.

“It’ll be fine.” Hunter had leaned a little bit into his space, still leaving a few inches between them, but had his face forward like he wasn’t talking to Echo at all. The man could sense his apprehension.

Echo looked between Hunter and the entrance to the bar. “ I know. ” It was hard to keep the irritation out of his tone but the attitude only made the corners of Hunter’s lips twitch upwards.

“We’re all right here. No one will say anything fucked up with the big guy around. They’re all too intimidated by his size to be assholes.” He was so at ease with the crowd with the whole group around. Echo expected more displeasure from Hunter, especially with the noise, but it seemed that he was fine as long as the rest of the squad was around - and if they didn’t stay too long.

“Oh, so the face tat doesn’t do enough to frighten away onlookers?” Echo smirked. He was happy to be able to make fun of his sergeant - it got the pressure off of him for a moment.

Luckily for him Hunter rolled his eyes but the amusement was there - clear as day. “Don’t be smart with me.” They stood in silence for a moment, unease creeping into the edges of their conversation the longer they were quiet. Eventually Hunter cleared his throat, arms folding over his chest as he regarded Echo. “I could keep a hand on your arm, or your shoulder, when you’re getting overwhelmed. Only if you’re alright with that.” By now Echo was used to them asking - they’d been doing it enough - but it still made him bristle a bit with embarrassment. He appreciated it at his core but there was still a little bit to get used to. It made him feel so seen - in a way he wasn’t exactly used to yet.

“How will you know that I’m overwhelmed?” Echo asked quietly.

Hunter thought for a moment then smiled. “You can just tap three times on the table. I’ll know.” Tapping three times. That could work. It was quiet and subtle enough that no one else would know if he didn’t want them to. Crowded spaces, unfamiliar places, they still made him pause.

“Maybe… maybe we could try that.” He said as they piled into the noisy bar and found a table. Hunter held true to what he said, watching and listening for when Echo was overwhelmed by their surroundings. It was surprisingly easy to tap the table and admit to needing support. Every time the air felt too tight around his throat, or the lights were too blinding, the noise too much, he’d tap the table and a hand would find its way to his back or his shoulder. The grounding touch was certainly welcome and it helped pull the nerves out of him and bring his breathing down to a level he’d consider normal. After his heart rate calmed Hunter’s hand would disappear until the next time he needed it.

Crosshair was the last one to ask to touch him and it had taken Echo by surprise when it happened. He was just as tactile as the rest of them but had been holding Echo at arms length - literally . They could, however, sit in silence with each other, a good foot of space between them, and feel completely comfortable. It was nice having someone who was happy with silence. When they eventually did cross the boundary it had been one of those days when they were getting under each other's skin for fun. Every time Echo would get engrossed in a task Crosshair would find some way to pull him out of it and it was really starting to irritate him.

“Crosshair I swear to the Maker.” Echo complained as Crosshair tossed another article of clothing at his face. If Crosshair wasn’t so intent on irritating him that day maybe he could actually get something done for once. This had been going on for the past twenty minutes - ever since the rest of the batch left on a supply run - and it was really starting to grate on his nerves.

“You’re so dramatic.” Crosshair tsked as he reached out - looking like he was either going to grab Echo’s shoulder or push him - then he paused uncomfortably. He pulled his hand back, looking between Echo and the ground before turning around and rifling through his bag. It made Echo’s eyebrows furrow.

“What?” He asked irritably.

“Nothing.” Crosshair shot back without turning around. It made the irritation in his blood boil.

“ Dammit Crosshair. What?!” If he had a problem he should just say it already.

Crosshair let out a sigh, putting down his bag and turning to face Echo. He folded his arms over his chest and studied Echo’s face for a moment - something he knew was a thing Crosshair did when he was considering his words more than usual. “Permission to push you around?” Echo tipped his head to the side in confusion, still not really getting what Crosshair was aiming for. Crosshair rolled his eyes. “You’re being annoying. I want to shove you. But only if that’s fine.”

Ah. Right. Echo let his face soften, shaking his head at the sniper. “You’re so weird.” It made Crosshair bristle - something that made the edges of Echo’s mouth tick upward. Getting to get under Crosshair’s skin was always a fun pastime - even if it sometimes ended in a few hurt feelings. They tended to get over it quickly anyway. “Fine.” There was a quick moment of surprise that flashed across the sniper’s face but after that he was firmly shoved at the shoulder, tipping backwards slightly at the surprise of it. Bickering with Crosshair became a lot more fun after that.

From then on Crosshair would plop down next to him and grin, hand held in his chin and ask with all the snark and sass he could muster “Mind being my footrest?” Echo always rolled his eyes but straightened out his legs to give a flatter place for Crosshair to rest his feet.

“Just don’t dig your bony heels into me and you can leave them there as long as you like.” Crosshair usually tsked and muttered under his breath about how Echo was one to talk but he did prop his feet up in Echo’s lap and lean back to doze. It was part of Crosshair’s show of trust - Echo noticed - and he only ever did it when he was really relaxed. Echo was glad for the company and usually rested his datapad on top of Crosshair’s shins, sometimes rubbing gently at them to rouse him if he needed the sniper’s attention for something. There was something nice about it, the weight of Crosshair’s feet on his lap and the pleasant sound of someone snoring nearby. There were plenty of times that the warmth and company lulled Echo to sleep too. The rest was worth all the holos Tech would take of them.

It wasn’t until one day about a week later that Echo learned just how much they were willing to accommodate him. They were all mucking around in the ship. They had a few days off and the squad was bored so it was smackdown time on the Marauder. Well… as much of a smack down as play fighting and wrestling could be. Wrecker kept pulling them into unfair wrestling matches and he even let them win a few times just to keep their spirits high enough to keep the game going. Echo sat on one of the bunks, calmly reading while the other four men were basically playing not too far away. Their loud bickering and laughing kept him amused while he read.

“Hey, Echo!” Hunter called after some time, pulling him away from his book. “Any chance you want to spar?” He had such a hopeful look on his face. It was rare that Echo would join in when they got like this - all of that contact was still too much for him to handle - but he couldn’t say he wasn’t interested in trying.

Echo quirked an eyebrow up at him, giving into the playful energy that had built up in the ship. “You really think you can beat me? I was an ARC trooper.”

Hunter sat back on his heels, a challenge flashing behind his eyes. “I don’t doubt your skills but I have yet to see them in action against me. My hand to hand is unmatched.”

Echo sat his book down then rolled his head from side to side to stretch the muscles in his neck and shoulders. He leaned forward, grinning. It was about time he gave this a good try. “You’re on.”

It didn’t take very long to get Hunter pinned. His new sergeant was incredibly skilled but he definitely underestimated Echo’s ability to measure up. Plus, Echo had spent a lot of time watching Hunter take down the other batchers and knew all of Hunter’s blind spots and weak points. He may not be back up to his previous weight but he was still a skilled strategist. Echo had Hunter on his back in less than four minutes, pinning him to the ground with his knee and one hand pressed against Hunter’s wrists.

Hunter huffed up at him. A surprised look dawned on his face at being flat on his back but he did look impressed. “ Damn . Remind me to never piss you off.”

“Hunter let you win. For sure.” Crosshair piped up, smirking from his vantage point on the bottom bunk.

Echo shot him an insulted look, leaning back so he could give Crosshair the full extent of it. “That’s not true!”

Mischief flitted behind Crosshair’s expression, something he didn’t miss but probably should’ve paid attention to. “You’re the newbie, you're getting his slack.”

Echo pointed his scomp at the sniper, not completely paying attention to his surroundings - which was probably his goal. “I’m not oof -“ Suddenly there were arms around his waist, a shoulder pressing into his chest and toppling him over onto the ground. There was a moment of grappling where Echo tried to get out from under Hunter, although it didn't work out well. He did eventually have to concede and let Hunter pin his wrist and scomp down to the ground - smirking down at him. “That wasn’t fair.”

“Technically,” Tech piped up, his chin resting in his palm while he watched them. “He did follow all of our rules. You simply were not… aware of your surroundings.” Tech smirked when Echo rolled his eyes.

“I told you. My hand to hand is unmatched.” Hunter’s smug smile matched Crosshair’s - this was totally their plan all along. He should’ve known.

Echo let his head fall back against the floor with a huff. “Maybe if you’re facing off against Cross, but if you didn’t cheat I’d still be on top.” Crosshair threw some expletives his way in retaliation for that comment.

An expression that was half amused and half insulted played across Hunter’s features. “You’re talking really big for someone on their back.”

Echo let a wicked grin spread across his face. “And you’re talking big for someone with a face tat. I know you got that thing to look intimidating but I see through it.”

Hunter’s jaw dropped, but Echo could sense that there wasn’t any real shock behind it. “How dare you talk about my face tat like that.” Echo couldn’t help but laugh at the indignance on his sergeant’s face. Hunter sat back on his heels, arms folded over his chest, and pointed threateningly at Echo. “You better watch it.”

“Oh I’m so scared .” Echo put a hand to his chest, grinning wider when Hunter rolled his eyes. It really had been too long into them knowing each other before Echo let this side of him out. “No. Really. Terrified.” He laughed again when Hunter huffed, clearly more entertained than annoyed but still putting up the front. It was the same game they’d all been playing with each other all day. One of them would get indignant and the other would poke fun at them - a simple but effective way to pass the time.

“Echo?” Hunter seemed apprehensive for a moment, almost nervous. Echo wanted to combat this so he leaned up on his elbow and smiled so maybe Hunter wouldn’t hold back with whatever he wanted to ask. Hunter made a strangled noise but sighed in resolution. “Can I tickle you?”

“What?!” Echo’s eyes immediately widened, flopping back onto the floor of the ship and wrapping his arms around himself to prepare for the oncoming attack. He’d been on both sides of this plenty of times before. He knew exactly how it went.

“Can I tickle you?” Hunter asked again. It was then that Echo realized that Hunter’s hands were still firmly away from his body and he was waiting with an expectant raise of his eyebrow. Hunter wasn’t aiming to grab him before he was ready. He wasn’t going to reach out and tickle him without permission.

“W-why?” Echo stuttered out. He let his arms upcurl from around himself, now confident that he wasn’t going to have to fend off a sneak attack any time soon. He was sure one day those things would happen - after he was comfortable and used to new and surprising touches - but for now he knew nothing would happen unless he allowed it.

Hunter shrugged, the corner of his lip turning up. “Because you’re being a shit. And usually being a little shit on this ship earns you at least a few pokes.” Made sense. This squad was just as tactile as all of Echo’s previous ones had been and tickling was bound to come with the territory. “But you get to choose what happens to your body so I won’t if you aren’t comfortable.”

Was he comfortable? It had been a long time since he’d been tickled and he’d never just allowed someone to do it. Usually he was rolling around on the ground trying to get the upper hand so he could pay back his brothers in full but this was different. This was Hunter asking explicit permission to be allowed to do it and Echo wasn’t entirely sure how he’d react to it. Would it be too much? Would it not feel the same way it did before? There were a lot of questions he didn’t have the answers to, a lot of gray areas. He had no doubt that Hunter would stop if he needed to, if he couldn’t handle the sensation and needed it to end. It had never been entirely unpleasant to mess around with his brothers like that. There was always something fun to it that made the anxiety and nerves roll off of him. He’d never know what had changed if he didn’t try and this was probably the safest way he could find out - with people who would never push past a boundary he wasn’t comfortable with. “You…” Echo huffed - a little bit awkwardly - but he did move his arms out of the way a bit in a show of trust. “You can.”

Hunter looked a little shocked but he did start to smile a bit more at the possibility of being allowed to. “Really?” Hunter asked, again . All of this asking was making the heat in Echo’s face even worse. Echo tried not to outwardly groan as he nodded his acceptance. A grin spread across Hunter’s face that made Echo want to curl up. “Tell me when to stop.” Hunter’s hands moved slowly, always in Echo’s line of sight, as he experimentally poked a few times at Echo’s side. It wasn’t too bad but the unfamiliar sensation did make him bend away, hands following him and moving to scratch over the thin material of his shirt, the beginnings of soft laughter starting to pour out of his mouth from the sheer giddiness of it all. Echo clamped his hand over his mouth to try and muffle it as much as he could. He hadn’t been tickled since… before the citadel but he did remember that trying to hold back your reactions made whoever was tickling you simply try harder. Hunter did pause and scan his eyes over Echo’s face to check in on him. He was hoping Hunter would move on but he just sat there, watching and waiting for permission from Echo.

He swallowed the laughter that had been ready to come out and removed his hand from his mouth. “It’s okay. I’m fine. It just…” Echo rolled his eyes. “It just tickles. I’ll tell you when to stop.” The concern slipped off of Hunter’s face, getting replaced with a small smile as he got back to scratching his fingers over Echo’s side. Echo couldn’t help but remember Fives holding him down and tickling the shit out of him right before they left for a mission - something about how he was being sour and needed to smile and Echo had fought so hard to keep himself from outright giggling while his brother poked and prodded at every tried and true weak spot. Echo didn’t last long. That was nothing like this . The touch was so gentle it was a little maddening, but certainly not wholly unpleasant. It wasn’t a bad feeling, certainly not unbearable with how softly he was being touched. It wasn’t until Hunter used both hands to squeeze his lower ribs that he finally let go of holding back his reactions and bucked involuntarily - barking a surprised laugh before he could stop it.

“ Oh shit!” He hissed at the feeling - fluttery and insistent - and that made Hunter let out an amused hum. The gentle squeezing didn’t stop, not even when he tried to turn onto his side to put some distance between him and Hunter’s hands. The tactic of squeezing - now proving effective - was now being used to travel up and down his sides, stopping when Echo’s laugh kicked up a notch so that Hunter could fucking scribble his fingertips over the spot. It was weird to let someone tickle him but the gentleness associated with it was making it easier to keep himself from blocking any potential spots Hunter might want to try. He was used to protecting those spots with every ounce of energy he had but now he was leaving them out in the open and resolving himself to cover his face and squirm on his spot on the ground. A particularly sensitive spot right at the soft part of his side was traced then, causing a snort to leave him before he turned onto his side to press his face into the ground so his back was to Hunter now - unfortunately facing the rest of the group who was watching with amusement. It was a little embarrassing to be Maker damned giggling into the floor but he couldn’t be bothered too much over it.

“A little ticklish there, huh?” Don’t tease that’s so unfair. The playfulness in the question meant Echo didn’t have to answer it but his laugh did get a little louder then, something Hunter must’ve taken note of because he slowed down a bit. “Too much?” Hunter asked, fingers still gently tracing over the dip in his side and making that fluttery feeling even worse.

Echo couldn’t bring himself to look over but he did shake his head. “ Nohohoho . You can kehehehep goihihing!” He knew there were eyes on him, each of them most likely absolutely glinting with mischievousness or fondness but he wasn’t going to worry about that until he absolutely needed to. Preferably after Hunter was done testing out every patch of skin available to him.

He heard Hunter chuckle at him, his fingers pausing to rub comfortingly at the spot he was just teasing before starting their path again, this time beginning from his hip and climbing upwards in a light, swirling path that was absolutely impossible to ignore. “You tell me if you’re done. I mean it.” His tone was stern but it was so clear that he was smiling too wide to pour any true command into it. The reminder that this was up to Echo made his face burn again but he simply pushed his face further into his arm and tried to make his laugh sound as dignified as possible. His squirming increased as fingers climbed, giggles pouring out with more urgency as the path swirled upwards. It wasn’t until Hunter wiggled his fingers under his arm that he finally turned onto his back again, dislodging Hunter’s hand for a moment. The sergeant sat back on his heels, hands resting on his thighs so they were completely in view.

He let Echo breathe for a second and he took full advantage of that opportunity. Unfortunately it didn’t take long for one of their other brothers to grow impatient. “Hey.” Crosshair got their attention then nodded towards Echo. “He protects his stomach with his scomp when he doesn’t know what to do with it. You should try there.”

Echo flung a glare at the man, who had the gall to look smug. “ Dammit, Cross! ” Screw that enhanced eyesight and stupid observational skills. Even though he wasn’t being touched yet he did subconsciously do exactly what Crosshair had ratted him out for. His hand moved to cover his face but his other arm remained folded over his midsection. Hunter looked over Echo’s face and tipped his head, raising his hand to see if Echo would stop him. He squirmed in place but didn’t say anything and it made a happy grin spread across his brother’s face. Hunter gripped the scomp and slowly lifted it away, nervous laughter already falling out of Echo’s mouth. Hunter moved until he could rest Echo’s arm on the floor then pointed at him.

“Keep it out of the way. Alright?” All he could do was nod in agreement and hope that it wasn’t nearly as sensitive as he remembered it being, especially being so exposed. Hunter’s fingers collided with his side again - the same damn spot that got him to laugh in the first place - and the bastard walked them up his side and onto the outer edge of his stomach. He couldn’t help scrunching his nose when the tracing started again, this time zeroing in on his abdomen and skirting along in a way that made his muscles jump. He was already laughing again, the giddy feeling returning and making it bubble up in his chest. It was just as bad as before and - for some reason - it was more difficult to keep his hands out of the way. Maybe it was that he was so exposed, or the impulse to curl up that he had to avoid now. Either way he could feel that crawling, tingling, ticklish sensation make him want to wiggle away.

Hunter hummed again then skated his fingers along Echo’s lower stomach and chuckled when his bright laughter jumped up and turned a bit more frantic. “What about here?” Hunter asked, forming a claw and vibrating his hand. It was such a childish move but one that was extremely effective, Echo throwing his head back to laugh freely at the ceiling. “Hmm. Pretty good spot, huh?” The damn teasing again. Hunter didn’t keep that up for long, otherwise Echo was sure he’d have to stop then and there. Instead he went back to the method he’d tried earlier - poking his stomach and stopping to scratch at any spot that made Echo laugh harder than usual. It was an unfamiliar buzzing on his skin now but it was something he was well accustomed to before. He could barely get through a day without one of his brothers poking him just to see him squirm. Hell, even Rex and Cody would gang up on him from time to time, usually throwing him over one of their shoulders and squeezing his sides until he could do nothing but bury his face in their back and laugh. He never expected to miss those times - that they would be gone before he knew to appreciate them for what they were. He was reaching his limit, his body starting to get over sensitive to the touch and almost verging into too much. It wasn’t until Hunter used both sets of fingers to scribble into the flat expanse of his abdomen that he yielded, a jolt of electric tingles finally making him bring his arms down to block the area from further prodding.

“ Okay! Stohohop, I’m done!” He hadn’t even gotten all the words out before Hunter was backing off, keeping his hands in his lap where Echo could see them again. Echo rubbed his hand over the ghost of fluttering on his stomach, slowly letting the feeling ebb away and his giggles tapper off the longer he was left without the touch. Hunter carefully placed a hand on his arm and rubbed gently, careful to be firm enough not to tickle. It was a nice gesture as he regained his breath and got the energy to sit up. The hand on his arm migrated to his back - only to let Echo remember that Hunter was still there and was trying to support him.

There was a split second between Echo sitting up and tucking himself into Hunter’s chest, wrapping his arms around his brother to hug him. Hunter only hesitated for a second before curling his arms around Echo in return. Echo wasn’t sure why he couldn’t fight the urge to hug his brother. He didn’t quite know how to express his thanks, how to let Hunter know how much this had meant to him - how much they all meant to him. He was starting to get overwhelmed with a prickling of emotion in his chest. They’d tried so hard for him. They’d tried to make him comfortable and feel accepted and a part of not just their team but also their family. There wasn’t much he could say to thank them for that. He just hoped that he could give them the same things they’d given him. Hunter leaned his head on top of Echo’s as his hands rubbed up and down his back - carefully skating over the cybernetics embedded into his skin. The extra attention to not avoid the cybernetic parts of him made that swell pull at his chest again. He did pull away after a moment and Hunter let him go, eyes still checking him over to make sure he wasn’t too overwhelmed.

Despite how borderline embarrassed he felt he did find the courage to look at the rest of the batch. What he found was all of them watching him with exactly what he expected - a mix of mischievousness and fondness. It made him want to squirm again but he settled for wrapping his arms around his middle and hugging himself tight. “What?”

Wrecker was the only one who looked even remotely apologetic for staring, his hand reaching up to rub the back of his neck. “We just…” He shrugged and sent Echo a smile. “We hadn’t really heard you laugh yet.” Maker. Echo knew his face was red. It was a lot of attention that he wasn’t used to and he couldn’t help but feel a bit too seen under all of it. By some miracle he was saved - by Crosshair no less.

The sniper stood from his spot and shot him a grin. “Want to take me on next? Best two out of three?” Echo couldn’t help but smile back at him at the offer of a challenge, a distraction.

“I don’t know, are you going to cheat?” Echo asked but he was already pulling himself up off of the floor and getting into a starting stance. Crosshair didn’t answer, only mimicked Echo’s stance and raised his eyebrow. Waiting for Echo to make the first move. He sighed and shook his head. The risk of dirty, underhanded cheating was high but the reward of beating him would be sweeter .

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The following weeks were filled with the same amount of check ins and questions that they’d given him before just with a new activity thrown in. Everytime it happened Echo got more used to it - the question and the feeling. Soon he started to feel the normalcy of it sink in and he began to anticipate when they’d ask, how they’d do it, and how long he could handle it before calling a truce. Wrecker was about as playful as Echo expected, sometimes punctuating his frequent request for hugs with an ask to make Echo laugh. He’d been picked up off of the ground more times than he could count, fingers digging into his sides while he dangled in the air and laughed. Tech had started asking when they were quietly counting down the hours in the cockpit together on watch. They’d try to keep it as quiet as possible so no one else got woken up but they’d get caught anyway, half fallen out of their chairs into a pile on the floor. He started to expect Crosshair to ask whenever they were bickering back and forth over something inconsequential. The best time was when they were both huddled in one of the lower bunks together, debating whether or not Crosshair could hit a specific target from a moving ship while hanging upside down. Echo was firmly in the boat that there was no way in hell he could and he’d believe it when he saw it. Was he exaggerating to get under the sniper’s skin? Yes. It was too easy. Crosshair huffed, narrowing his eyes at him before letting amusement play across his face.

“Any chance you’re up for me pestering you until you take that back?” Echo rolled his eyes but let out a nervous laugh already.

“Only if I can do it back.” Echo threw back at him.

“ Deal. ” Crosshair didn’t hesitate to grab his ankle and yank Echo onto his back. They nearly toppled off of the bunk a few times but eventually Echo did have to admit to being a little shit on purpose. Crosshair would’ve stopped had he just asked but putting up the front was part of the game and Echo didn’t want it to end.

Hunter usually was the kindest when he asked. At first he only did it when they were sitting quietly next to each other and minding their own business so he could be gentle about it. Echo always ended up curled up on the bunk, squirming while Hunter wiggled his fingers into any sensitive spots he could reach. Hunter’s favorite tactic was to get permission to lay on top of Echo, successfully pinning him down, then using his hair and the scruff of any facial hair he had to tickle Echo’s neck. Somehow that had become Hunter’s favorite way to get him to laugh and he couldn’t say it wasn’t fun. Over time he got to see a more playful side of Hunter, slowly evolving until they were all out brawling every now and again. It was those times with Hunter that built up his confidence in playing around with them. If there was anyone he had to sprint away from it was Hunter, who let himself goof off sometimes just to get some energy out or make the rest of them lose their attitudes.

“You can only tickle me if you catch me first!” Echo always took off before Hunter could catch on, hearing the sound of pounding feet behind him to propel him forward. He always got caught - there was no hiding from Hunter - but it always ended with the ship feeling lighter than it was before.

There would never come a day when everything felt like it had before. Things had changed, there was no going back to it now. Despite that there was still a lot that Echo could feel grateful for gaining. New additions to his family, a safe space to learn, and so many new experiences he was sure would come in time. He was grateful for the bit of understanding and security he’d carved out for himself, fitting perfectly in the spaces they had made for him and calling their little ship home.

I love men who moan, men who whimper unashamedly in your ear. Men who sob, men who cry, men who bite your neck, your shoulder because you feel so good they can't help but drool a little, men who beg "Please baby, you feel so good", their pretty eyes crystallize, men who like to overstimulate themselves by continuing to come in and out of you, with broken grunts and a scratchy throat.

Thank You @zoeykallus​ so much! You write so beautifully ❤️✨

Hello!

I love everything you put out Zoe! You have such a talent for writing the boys✨❤️

Can I ask for an Echo x Reader (smut) 👀? Pegging specifically?

I see pegging as something beautiful! I envision this moment for the "female" partner to truly take care of her partner. To let Echo know that he is beautiful, that he makes pretty noises, to touch his body, and to put his needs above hers.

Thanks in advance !

Aloha! Thank you so much! That's so nice to read :))

Oh boy ^^'' I don't think I ever wrote something like this, but let me give it a try...

Echo x Fem!Reader One-sot - Showing You My Love

Warnings: SMUT!/18+/Sexual Themes/Pegging/Sub Echo/ Soft Dom Reader/Fluff

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Echo and you have decided to try something new. You've been talking about it for a while and now you're ready, everything is prepared. Echo is lying on his back in front of you. You kneel on a small stool on a cushion for your knees. You have the perfect height with your strap-on.

Echo is a bit nervous, but he trusts you and there is a certain anticipation. He is prepared and all lubed up, his cock already hard from your caresses. Your fingers gently glide over his thigh to his hard length and gently stroke it. Echo moans softly.

"Are you ready?"

He nods and says, "I think so."

"You know we can stop this at any time, you just have to tell me".

Again he nods.

"Then be a good boy for me now and relax" you say softly.

Echo takes a deep breath, at the same moment you place the strap-on on the tight ring of muscles between his butt cheeks. As you begin to exert pressure and slowly advance into the lubed hole, he moans softly.

You take your time, advancing inch by inch, pausing repeatedly to give him time to get used to it.

"Are you okay, Echo?"

A little breathlessly he says, "Everything's fine."

As you bottom out with the strap-on, he moans out and his hard cock twitches under your gently stroking fingers.

"All the way in," you say with a smile, "How does that feel?"

"Strangely intrusive, but in a good way. Is that how it feels to you during sex, when I'm inside you?"

"In a way. It feels as you say intrusive, but in a wonderfully overwhelming way, it feels very intimate and intense, a welcome intrusion so to speak"

You start to move and Echo curses softly, "Kriff"

The tip of his cock is leaking pre-cum. Echo's hands claw into the sheet as you gradually thrust into him faster and your hand grips his hard cock.

"Want me to fuck you, baby?" you ask him suggestively.

His cheeks are flushed, but he nods and says, "Don't hold back."

With a smile, you increase the pace and start pumping his cock in your hand while thrusting the dildo on your waist harness into him with a little more vigor than before.

His breathing is visibly getting heavier, his lips are slightly parted, sighs and moans come out of his mouth.

"Feels better than I thought it would" he admits breathlessly "Cyare, don't stop"

"Don't worry, I won't stop until you cum, I got you my love" you assure him.

It's a nice feeling to see him like this, in ecstasy as he enjoys your intimate care. Echo more than deserves to be cared for. He is always very generous and considerate as a lover and partner, you are only too happy to give him some back.

"You are doing so good my love" you coo to him "enjoy it".

His hard length pulses in your hand, with your other hand you gently grasp his balls, they are firm and tense, you know it won't last long. Echo begins to pant, his fingers digging even harder into the sheet.

"You must let me spoil you too," he presses out between two moans.

You smile and give him a more intense thrust with the strap-on. Echo gasps, his eyes rolling back.

"Focus on you now, on your pleasure, Echo, we'll have time for everything else later".

He nods and says breathlessly, "Anything you want, Mesh'la.... anything you want"

"Good," you coo suggestively, "Because I want you to cum, Echo, can you?"

"Oh kriff... yes, won't be long now," he presses out.

Your hand steadily pumps his cock as you continue to thrust into him with the strap-on. Watching him get carried away with your lovemaking makes your juices pool between your thighs, there are already drops of your arousal on the pillow beneath you and the wet spot continues to spread.

You'll be only too happy to accept his offer to return the favor later. His hips slightly buck up, his thighs are tense and trembling a bit.

"Cyare..." he groans out hoarsely.

"I know, that's good Echo, let go, I've got you".

A deep long drawn out shaky moan comes over his lips, his cock throbs in your hand, spurts a proper load, over your fingers and onto his toned belly. His seed is all warm.

You finally pause and grin at him.

"Well, how was that darling?" you want him to tell you.

He takes a deep breath, leans on his elbows and looks at you.

"Different, intense, good in a new, strange way. Thank you for being so considerate."

You laugh softly, "Echo, you are the most tender and considerate person I know, it's the least I can do for you"

You gently clean him up with a damp cloth before leaving his body and removing the harness. When you look back up, he's sitting upright on the bed and smirking at you, his cock still hard.

"There's something else you could do for me," he says suggestively.

"Oh yeah?"

He gently grabs your hands and pulls you toward him.

"Come here, sweetie, and sit on my lap, I'm not quite done yet".

Ko-Fi (If you feel like giving me some coffee)

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Echo and Reader are having a moment (hugging and talking softly)

Hunter and Tech are looking at them with proud and loving eyes. As Wrecker is walking towards them, Hunter’s spidey senses flare up. He has this feeling that Wreckers enthusiastic volume will kill the mood for Echo and Reader.

Hunter without thinking , jumps and slams himself onto Wrecker preventing him from breaking up the lovely couple.

Bonus: Tech runs and tries shush Wrecker

Th fact that Hunter is not wearing his helmet is interesting to me compared to the rest of the guys. 

I’ve heard that the helmet is meant to shield their emotions. Perhaps after what happened on Kamino (where he didn’t have a helmet and had to let everyone see his expressions) , he feels more comfortable with letting his guard down. 

From the the official trailer and SW Celebration teasers - we see that Tech and Echo are opening up to Omega. Perhaps they will also start breaking free from the helmet. 

Wrecker is a SWEETHEART! Every emotion has been given to us :) 

I’m probably reaching, but it would be nice to see more of the guys being vulnerable. ✨✨✨❤️❤️❤️

New Bad Batch Trailer just dropped!! Yay!!! 🥳

And this poster is so cool 🤩🤩🤩🤩

Hi! I am a huge fan of your work and might have just binged all of your TBB fics in preparation for the season 2 premiere 🙈 during my indulgence I read through your kink list and the “helmet stays on” one really got me thinking how the batch (or any clone for that matter, I love them all so much) might use their helmets, maybe as a way to limit their partner’s senses (it seems like a fun combo between dom/sub and an armor kink)

Anyways, whether or not you use this prompt, I am always looking forward to your next fic!! Whatever you are willing to share with us I am more than happy to read 💕 Sorry for the anon, I’m still a little shy about being horny on main lol

This has got to be one of the sweetest asks I've ever gotten, I'm so glad you enjoyed my stuff enough to binge it!! (also don't be shy about not wanting to be horny on main, there's no obligation to be. Anon is on for a reason)

But since you mentioned senses, of course the first person I think of is Hunter; And it's been a hot minute since I've done something for him so, why not? I hope this is up your alley!

Relationships: Hunter/Fem!Reader

Warnings: NSFW, Pre-established relationship, Armor kink, Helmet kink aka "the helmet stays on", Very light Dom/Sub dynamics, Clothed sex, Semi-public sex(supply closet), Quickie, Some light sensory overload on Hunter's part

It wasn’t your idea to stay behind at Cyd’s, not in the slightest. The last mission had run you ragged, and so Hunter had effectively forced you to stay back for this one, and give some time to recover. But you still had to admit- The rest was an incredible luxury that you couldn’t refuse.

Though it had taken well over an hour of tossing and turning to get to sleep at first; You’d grown quite quickly used to the sounds of five other people’s breathing, Wrecker’s snoring, and Tech’s mumbling. Without the unique symphony of the Marauder as a lullaby, it had taken a bit to finally nod off.

When you woke up that first night, it was instantly noticeable how much better your body felt. To have a night without waking up multiple times because of shift changes, or emergencies, and to just actually let your body shut down and recover. But as the days went by that became less noticeable; And instead, a tense worry began to replace it.

It’s hard not to worry about them, especially now that you aren’t beside them. They’ve been barely footsteps from you for so long to have them all this far away for so long is eating at you. Especially Hunter. You miss him, miss the way he’d sometimes sneak into your bunk and lay with you for awhile before everyone else woke up. Or how he’ll sometimes walk behind you and press his face against the top of your head, sneaking a small moment while no one is looking.

At least working around Cyd’s keeps you somewhat busy, and she lets you keep a small portion of the tips in exchange for keeping the bar running smoothly. It’s something;

Especially considering the last time you all ran out of credits you had to sell Echo.

It’s late tonight; The bar is empty after the last patron drank his weight and stumbled out, falling onto the sidewalk before recovering enough to toddle on home. Now you’re just cleaning glasses, counting tips and trying to keep busy. It’s tedious, mindless work, but it keeps your hands and head busy enough.

Busy enough until Cyd suddenly shouts from the back, having apparently seen something of note on one of the security cameras.

“Hey! The Dream Team is back!” Cyd emerges from the backroom counting something in her hand, while she jerks her head in the direction of the front.

“Keep your man busy while I count my credits, will you?”

They enter through the front mere seconds after she finishes speaking, Wrecker holding the desired loot in both arms. He starts moving to drop it in Cyd’s room in the back, while you dart past him and yell:

“Hunter!”

You instantly run for him, until you reach him and suddenly stop; Trying to brush it off and just smile.

“Oh, so how come only he gets the welcome party!?”

Wrecker, halfway to the backroom scoffs and crosses his arms, before Echo starts pushing him and Tech away. You had turned around, looking at them embarrassed.

“Lets just give them a bit.”

Tech goes his own way, nose deep in his datapad while Wrecker, Echo, and Omega all shuffle into one of the bar’s booths. You stay close to Hunter however, standing with only a short distance between each of your chests still only a few steps from the entryway.

It’s well been established for awhile now that there is absolutely something going on between you and Hunter, but everyone has pretty much elected to act as if there isn’t. Or at least, that they can’t see it. You don’t do anything that would ever hint at you being romantic within sight of the others, but the looks you share and the undertones are so obvious that everyone had eventually realized.

The whole thing is, complicated. For far more reasons that just your current predicament.

Both of you finally move away from the entry, moving to sit on one of the bar stools. Hunter takes the one right next to you, sitting his helmet on the bar and turning your way.

“I’m sure you’re happy everyone managed to not get injured.” Hunter’s giving a tiny smirk, watching as you roll your eyes at him.

“I wasn’t upset you guys got hurt because it was inconvenient, I was upset because I don’t like seeing you guys get hurt.” You don’t like seeing any of them deal with pain, no matter how hard they all try and shrug it off. You’re just as guilty of the same, though as the person treating others, you’ll always have an excuse for why it doesn’t apply to yourself. You jerk a head in the direction of the booth that the rest of the batch is sitting at; Tech having returned from where ever and is now sitting next to Wrecker.

“At least for them. For you I don’t mind as much, because then I can kiss it better.” Hunter coughs, looking away for a moment and shaking his head. You can see the way his lips twitch as if he wants to say something, but can’t quite figure out how to put it.

“You…” He shakes his head, letting you see a small smirk. “Glad to hear I’ll be getting your special beside manner.”

Sometimes it catches him off guard some of the things you say, especially so casually.

In his moment of looking away from you, your eyes instead turn focus onto his helmet; Which is staring back at you from on the bar top, tinted visor reflecting the scene it’s staring at. When you reach a hand out to grab it Hunter watches, as you hold it hovering over your lap. It looks so normal and lifeless here, but there’s something about when it’s on, that it almost seems like it holds emotion; No matter how silly it sounds.

“I never noticed that you copied your tattoo on your helmet…”

You hold it in your hands, thumb brushing over the scuffed paint. The paint isn’t solid; Patches of the helmets original color peak through the brushed streaks of lighter grey. It gives his helmet a ghostly look, which suits him.

In fact, suits him very well.

It’s a complete spur of the moment decision that has you sliding off the barstool, and grabbing Hunter by the hand. He follows and while confused, takes your lead, walking through the bar and towards the back. Hopefully before anyone notices.

They do of course, but Echo is smart enough to keep anyone from questioning your antics.

Hunter watches as you pull him in the direction of the supply closet, closing the door and pushing something in front of it- a crate. It’s small and compact in here, but it’s quiet. And it’s private; Which is the main appeal.

And it’s here you take quick use of that, as the moment the door is fully shut you step towards Hunter and wrap your arms around his neck, pulling his lips to yours for but a moment.

“Now that we’re alone; Did everything go well, Sargent?”

Well you’re certainly playing with fire now, he knows that well.

“Everyone’s on one piece, and we got what we needed.” He knows that isn’t really what you’re asking, but it’s amusing to watch you look at him like this anyways. You know that if you want him you can just ask, but it’s far more fun to play around. Especially after them being gone for admittedly not all that long; But after being around him every moment, it feels like forever.

In his quick glance over you he can see you’re still holding his helmet in your hands, having carried it with you in your rush. It’s pressing against your chest, as you look down at it.

Hunter is watching you intently, the way your fingers look so gentle over his helmet. Before he can say anything however you lean up, and quickly plop the helmet on his head.

“You look good with it on.” His chest is pressing against your own, unyielding, unmovable plastoid armor against your skin. He hasn’t taken one bit of armor off since they returned, he hasn’t had the chance to. He can hear your heart pumping faster in your chest, wanton as you look up at him. His senses never lie, no matter how much you can try to hide it.

He’s used it to his advantage with you, but it’s almost proven to be his weakness. There’s been times where you’ve overwhelmed his senses so much that he can barely stand it; Both intentional and not. In theory he could cut it off if it ever felt like too much, but he doesn’t.

You know that part of him likes it, and the feeling of being so close but unable to fulfill his senses that drives him borderline insane.

You can feel his hands sliding down your back, moving to wrap around your hips as your thighs spread apart enough to let him in. Instantly he steps between them, pressing his body tight against yours. Once you’re as close as you can one of his hands comes up to palm your chest through your shirt, though he’s unable to free them due to the nature of your outfit. At least not easily, though part of him more than enjoys the way your push into him, silently pleading for more.

He won’t give it to you that easy, not after so many times you’ve done him in the same.

He feels your nipple harden through the fabric of his glove, while your pupils dilate and skin flushes hotter. One of your hands even moves to grasp at his wrist and press it harder onto you, as your breath leaves a fog on his armor.

“You don’t even know how much I’ve missed you, Hunter.”

He can smell you want him, even though his helmet it’s so obvious it overwhelms his senses.

When you attempt to work around your outfit and take off your top, Hunter stops you; And you look up to see your reflection in the tinted visor of his helmet.

“Turn around.”

There’s no way to describe the way your cunt clenches at the way he says those words, distorted by his helmet in a way that makes it sound even more erotic.

Lifting up off the crate you’d been sitting on your turn around, attempting to quickly undo your belt in the process and abandoning the idea of undoing your top. While doing so, you swear you can hear his breathing through his helmet, ragged and already coming undone. It only worsens as he sees your pants pull down and wrap around your knees, the fabric of your underwear contrasting with the color of your skin.

It almost is too much, the way he feels so hot and tight underneath his armor and his own breaths echo inside his helmet.

His fingers are frantic as he peels away the only thing impeding him, hearing his groinplate clank on the ground. He may want to take off more, but the sight of you whining for him keeps him from doing so.

He grinds his clothed cock against you, the clear outline pressing against your ass. You quickly demand more, aching and empty.

“Hunter, please… Come on.” He stills, and ignores the way you attempt to demand him continue.

“You don’t get to say that. Not after what you did on the Marauder.”

That makes you smile, remembering how much you had teased him until he snapped. You feel the way he finally moves the fabric of his body glove aside just enough to free his cock, feeling it lay against your cunt. He feels so hot it almost makes you jolt, body tighten as he grinds against you.

Only a short while later does he slowly attempt to press the tip of his cock inside of you, listening to the way you gasp. Your toes curl in your boots, and you can’t control the way you suddenly jolt when the cold plastoid of his thigh armor brushes against the bare skin of you ass. Hunter abruptly stops, having felt your body stiffen.

“You ok?” He asks when he feels you jolt and tighten around him, his hands around your hips loosening their grip.

“Yeah; Your armor is so cold…”

It feels good, but it was just a shock to have it suddenly against your skin. But now knowing he has the green light, he slowly pulls part way out of you before slowly thrusting forward and pulling your hips enough to meet him halfway.

The feeling of so many sounds echoing in his helmet has his senses on overdrive, not even considering how loud everything might be in the room itself. It isn’t as if you’re being particularly quiet; Moaning his name as he slams his cock into you. At least the door is made of metal, and it’s unlike any of quieter sounds will pierce it.

Apart from perhaps the shaky moan you let out as he presses against a bundle of nerves deep inside your cunt, enough to have you almost seeing stars.

“Shit,”

His helmets distorts his voice, making it seem almost more gritted, angrier than normal. It amplifies how tense he sounds, almost as much as his body as you feel his armor hit the back of your thighs as he fucks you.

But Gods do you want to turn around and kiss him, feel his skin on you so badly but he won’t let you; Depriving you of the sensation. Even if the unforgiving coldness of his armor feels so good too. It’s enough to have you speak up, hissing through your teeth for more.

“Fuck, Hunter… You can go harder…”

His fingers tighten around your hips, watching the way your top has bunched around the middle of your back.

“What, all the sudden you’re open to pleas of mercy?” Your throat tightens.

Of course now is the time he decides to get you back a bit for torturing his senses while stuck in the Marauder, and he’d pleaded for you to stop. You hadn’t listened, and now it seems he’s going to attempt to let you feel just a fraction of what you’d done to him.

It seems unfair; Unable to kiss him or touch his skin while he fucks you. Though you’d done worse to him, a man with senses multitudes stronger than your own.

“Do you, fuck… Do you want an apology?”

The edges of his thigh armor press against the skin of your ass and will more than likely leave marks, unforgiving against your much softer skin.

“No. I want you to feel what it’s like to not get what you want.”

His thrusts slow until he’s only grinding against you, feeling the way your cunt leaks all over his cock. Your thighs keep tensing as you attempt to press against him, feeling so, so close but having him deny you. You can’t feel the heat of his skin, the roughness of his hands or his hair against your cheek; As he looms over your body with a black, grey and red silhouette.

He looks almost like a ghost, when you turn to look at him for just a moment. The dim, mostly broken lights of the tiny storage closet only further the illusion.

He swears he can almost hear his teeth grind against each other when he cums, filling you as you grind against him for more. His visor is becoming fogged from the amount of his hot breath, too much for the filters to try and fight against. It’s never fogged before; But granted, he’s never fucked you while he’s had it on.

He feels you cum around him, gripping the crate your bent over so tight as you intake a breath and hold it long enough he almost tells you to breath. Your fingers grip the crate your bent over with such a tight grip it almost is turning your knuckles white, seeing stars as he fucks you slowly through it all.

Gods, you missed him. Even in the short time he was gone.

When he slowly pulls out of you, you take the time to turn and sit on your bottom instead; Legs partly spread and sore.

The entire state of you looking like this almost as Hunter’s blood pumping again.

“So, can I kiss you now?” You look up at him, face red and lips ever so slightly parted. He takes off his helmet and leans down, pressing a hand against the wall behind you to support himself as he kisses you. It feels ten times more intense after being denied for so long, you can’t help the way your hands quickly around the back of his neck fingers slipping into his hair.

“I missed you too, you know.”

He mumbles it against your lips and feels the way you smile back, giving a satisfied laugh.

“Then don’t leave me behind again? Ok?”

How about how the Bad Batch would react to you showing up for an undercover mission (you know, a fancy dress-up occasion) looking amazing? You may have done something similar before, but I just can't get enough of how you write these guys!

I've defs done a few of these Fics (one with Tech and one with Hunter) but absolutely!!!

Hunter

Hunter hates the suit. It's so different from his armor and it's just. Restricting. There's a lot of noise and it can get overwhelming

You come in to help him with the mission and lay a hand on his arm

Not only are you breathtaking but you're a calming and familiar presence

Once you're alone with him he grabs you and hugs you tightly and breathes you in, relaxing

"It's good to see you Mesh'la."

You hug him back and let him have a few moments and tell him he looks nice and you're sorry you couldn't get back sooner, but you're glad you're here now

He's awe struck by you, not only how you look, but your confidence, your scent, just you overall

Tech

Tech is stellar on these missions because he's aware of all the topics and milleau of the planet- what to discuss, what not to discuss, who is who and what has been happening

He's in the middle of some haughty-toity conversation and looking smart and then he feels a tap on his shoulder

He turns around to say something and then all the smart words leave his brain because oh no, you're all dressed up and stunning

"what's wrong tech? Cat got your tongue?"

(insert some form of a partially coherent sentence here)

You tell him to go back to his convo and you'll do some recon

He nods, tells you good luck, and watches you walk away longingly

Eventually words come back but you don't leave his head

Wrecker

Wrecker is extroverted but he doesn't dress fancy. This is because if he so much as exhales or flexes the suit bursts because our boy is beefy

He would be laughing and having a good time I think, but once you walk in he freezes and stares

Ooooooh how he stares

You would go over and say hi, pull him away to resume the mission and go sneak around and retrieve info or cause a distraction or whatever y'all do on a mission

He nods and listens, and then bursts out with "hey uh... You're pretty tonight. And every night. But also tonight."

You laugh and thank him, tell him he looks good too, and then head off for the mission

He totally has a super goofy grin when he looks at you

Crosshair

Crosshair hates formal events. He hates them.

He would rather be sitting naked on Both with a sniper rifle

However this disdain vanishes when he sees you hurrying in, trying frantically to fix the ball gown (because you rushed here and probably got some mud or leaves on it)

His jaw would drop, but he's got a toothpick in his mouth and he really doesn't want to lose it

However, Crosshair is not the kind to stand to the side and watch and wait (at least when he isn't sniping)

He comes to you and takes your arm and pulls you away from a (not super) interesting conversation

You ask where you're going and he stops you on the dance floor and grabs you and y'all proceed to tango the hell away

That is right! Crosshair is a master dancer (it's the lanky legs)

Echo

Echo is more of a background guy. If he goes on a fancy mission he tries to stay in the background

So you're in the middle of everything right? Laughing and batting your lashes and flirting so he can go do his mission

He tries so hard to not get in your way or to distract you. But he fails because you're just stunning and he is. He is shook

Echo kind of waits in the shadows for the signal, but he watches you longingly

This THRILLS you

Echo hasn't made a move because he's lost so much, he cannot stand the thought of losing you too

You make the first move and go to him and wait by him, passing the evening and talking

Rex (because he's basically a batch member now)

Rex would go because he doesn't trust anyone else with this mission (he's the "if anyone messes this up it's gonna be me" type

Rex is shocked when you show up garbed in blue and gold, like shaken to his core

He blinks, shakes it off, and clears his throat and offers his arm

He cannot take his eyes off you. He is not subtle. At all.

You, at first, think something is on your face. Or in your hair. Or something. He stares at you from everywhere! From across the room, from next to you, from other conversations

You realize that his gaze is warm and loving and, once the mission is handled, you take his hand and lead him to the dance floor and tell him that you haven't even gotten a chance to have a dance

He clears his throat and takes your arms and leads you to a waltz, but it's slow and gentle, like he's shocked he's holding you, like you're precious

Bonus: Omega

It's for a fun fancy event

Y'all MATCH

It's so cute, you just dance and have fun with her

At the end when heading back she's sleepy so you pick her up and she falls asleep and you carry her

Ummm ….. this was too good! 🥹

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

Locked Doors

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

“Did you hear that?”

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

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

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

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

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

“Wolffe, I— oh, fuck!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Excitement? Curiosity? Desire?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Probably pure stubbornness.

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

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

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

“Um, Catcher, sir.”

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

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

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

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

“Wolffe!” you hiss.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And as always, Wolffe never disappoints.

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

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

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

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

And then he bites you.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I-”

“Wolffe! Are you done in there yet?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“We cannot do that again.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Let me make you scream my name.”

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

“Give it your best shot, mesh’la.”

And you do.