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sinfulsalutations · 2 years ago

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𝕜𝕟𝕚𝕗𝕖 𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕜 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕤𝕖𝕣𝕘𝕖𝕒𝕟𝕥 𝕙𝕦𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕣 ⋆*･ﾟ

➼ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ☆ ꜱᴍᴜᴛ, ɪᴍᴘʟɪᴇᴅ ᴏʀᴀʟ ꜱᴇx (ꜰ ʀᴇᴄᴇɪᴠɪɴɢ), ᴋɴɪꜰᴇ ᴋɪɴᴋ, ᴜꜱᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴋɴɪᴠᴇꜱ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇᴅʀᴏᴏᴍ (ɴᴏ ᴄᴜᴛꜱ ɪɴꜰʟɪᴄᴛᴇᴅ), ᴛᴀʟᴋ ᴏꜰ ʙᴏᴜɴᴅᴀʀɪᴇꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴜʟᴇꜱ, ʙɪᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴀ ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴀɴᴅ ᴋɪɴᴋ

⋆ ★ ʏᴇᴀʜ ɪᴍ ᴡʀᴏɴɢ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜɪꜱ. ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴄᴀʀᴇ ᴛʜᴏ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰɪʟᴛʜ ʙᴀʙᴇꜱ.

➼ ᴛʜɪꜱ ꜰɪᴄ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴀɪɴꜱ ɴꜱꜰᴡ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ. ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ɴᴏᴛ 18+ ᴅɴɪ

⋆ ★ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴏɴ ᴀᴏ3 ⋆*･ﾟ ᴛᴀɢʟɪꜱᴛ ꜰᴏʀᴍ

If Hunter had known you’d react like this, he would have brought it up long ago.

He tells you about the certain fantasy taking up too many of his thoughts on a peaceful night in your apartment. You’re straddling his lap, hands resting on his chest after he pushes you off of his lips to look you in the eye dead-on and talk about something rather serious, in his words.

It doesn't take someone with heightened senses to notice how his finger twitches against your arm and his eyes keep drifting away, breath picking up with each passing second. He’s nervous. You can’t understand why.

“I want to try something new. In the bedroom, I mean,” He says finally, eyes drifting back to you; he's almost surprised at how perplexed you seem. Your eyebrows knit together and two fingers pinch the fabric of his shirt, absentmindedly yet so deliberate.

You nod for him to explain. Hunter clicks his tongue.

“I’m not sure how you’ll like it.”

You tilt your head.

“What do you mean?” You say.

He shrugs dismissively. His hand, once resting on your hip, pulls away and rubs the back of his neck tensely.

“It’s not very…” He begins. “Conventional. You could say.”

You can feel how he tenses; falls further into his mind the longer you stay silent. So quickly you guide his head back to look at you, flashing him a kind smile.

“Hey,” You say softly; your eyes lock to each other. They stay glued, even under the pressure, the anxiety he carries in his chest. “It’s okay, baby. You can tell me.”

The tension weakens but doesn’t completely dissolve.

“`Just don’t want you to freak out, or think I’m weird…”

You shake your head and lean in further, pressing his entire warm body to yours. A delightful hum simmers in his throat and you grin in satisfaction.

“I would never think that. Even if I’m not up for it, or it doesn’t end up working out.”

A calming breeze flows through the little space that separates the two of you.

“You… you mean it, mesh’la?”

You huff.

“Of course,” You respond.

With that, he eases completely, his strayed hand returning to your hips and squeezing it assuredly.

Your response to his actual suggestion he doesn’t expect either.

Not that he's complaining at all. A part of him didn't even imagine he'd make it this far. So he has to draw a few lines.

You set up a few ground rules before the two of you even consider finally bringing them into the bed. Firstly, he doesn’t want to hurt you; though you said drawing a little blood wouldn’t be too big of a deal, he insists that if he accidentally trails deep enough to cut everything has to stop immediately.

He can’t imagine, can’t live with himself if he were to actually, genuinely hurt you; physically or mentally. It’s an absolute no. He encourages you greatly to use your color system and the safeword at any point as well; even if he isn’t to cut you, there’s absolutely no way he’d allow himself to make you feel uncomfortable.

"Are you absolutely sure about this?" He asks one last time while hovering above you, one hand interlocked with yours besides your head and the other slowly moving up and down your stomach, rubbing the soft skin not covered by the simple lingerie you decided to wear. It was an older set that you did like, but you wouldn't mind being destroyed, especially at the hands of Hunter.

You nod eagerly, almost desperate.

"At this point, you're just teasing me," You sigh. Hunter laughs, but it dies in his throat when you push your hips up to grind against his crotch. You can both feel his cock throb in his boxers and he groans in delight.

"Just get on with it," You complain.

Hunter smiles at your desperation and leans in for a kiss, eyes remaining half-lidded when he pulls away half an inch.

"Your wish is my command," He purrs into your mouth.

Seemingly out of nowhere, the hand once trailing patterns over her stomach spins a vibroblade between thick, dexterous fingers. Your eyes widen, but not in shock; you bite your lip to contain the excitement over your face.

Slowly, gingerly but with steady hands, he places it next to your face, the spot under your jaw, and holds it there for a long pause. Not once do your eyes trail and look down to where he places the knife; they keep intense eye contact with his.

Only then, staring down at you with so much utter control, does something click in his brain for him. You look so much like a bounty, someone he must capture and take to a commanding officer. For a moment, he doesn't see you, the beautiful woman he loves; he sees a shaky, disobedient captive who needs to be put in her place. He's hunted down and caught you in a web of lust, under the watchful stare of a knife and his scary glow.

Fuck, that's hot. His cock grows at the mere thought.

Hunter trails the vibroblade lower, softly spinning it to press the blunt end into the skin of your neck. You gasp and look away for a split second, trying to stop yourself from moving too much. He squeezes the hand interlocked with yours a little tighter in response.

"Don't squirm too much," He says, less of a command and more of a precaution. "Can't risk any slip-ups."

You look at him with your mouth forming a tight 'o' shape, nodding.

"Right. Sorry."

He smiles warmly.

"No need to apologize."

As he speaks, he twirls the vibroblade in his hand, swiftly moving it between his fingers in front of you. You hold your breath as if you worried he would mess up and drop it, but the both of you know better than to think such lowly things of him. He takes it again between his thumb and index finger and pulls it against the strap of your bra, slowly trailing up and down with so much precision, teasing and slow but doesn't cut through it.

"Kriff, you're gorgeous," He praises. You bite your lip to contain your smile and gaze up. He doesn't budge and cups your other breast, softly kneading it as he stares at you with a suffocating gaze of worship. "Like a little gift I get to open up."

You squeak and squeeze his hand, encouraging him to keep going. He's taking way too fucking long, and seeing him taunt and tease you with the vibroblade made you absolutely soak through your panties.

"Then unwrap me for goodness sake!" You whisper yell at him. He chuckles against the swell of your breast and leaves a sweet kiss over the swell of it as he finally cuts through the strap of your bra.

The next one he cuts through quickly afterward and he slowly pushes the fabric down and frees your chest. He fondly holds them, adoration in his eyes as he dips down to give another soft kiss. Hunter has seen you bare many times before, but he still looks at you and worships you like it is the first every time. Your hand squeezes his again and you can feel the soft graze of the vibroblade dropping beside your arm.

"Just look at you," He says in awe. Your face heats up.

His thumbs run over your nipples simultaneously and you sigh, slowly leaning up and keening to his touch. "Such a pretty thing."

You smile, entirely uncontained as his eyes are trained on your breasts and sigh a soft 'thank you,' reveling in his touch.

Unexpectedly he flips you over and you yelp, your feet rising up and almost hitting him right in the face; but he takes the back of your calves and pins them down before anything can happen.

"Be still, baby," He tells you, and you feel the vibroblade trail down your body again. He starts at the top of your back, and you try to relax as best as you can, body still tingling with anticipation and uncertainty the entire time. You feel claustrophobic just knowing he is staring you down with intense, dilated brown eyes you'll never get sick of.

He's everywhere; he's everything.

Eventually, he reaches the swell of your ass, and his large warm hand comes to one cheek, softly gripping and moving it to his liking. You're unsure of what he's doing; probably admiring the view, yes, but there's something different to how he holds you. But that's when you feel the vibroblade slip through the hem of your panties.

You take in a large, high-pitched breath; The knife was less than an inch away from your cunt, dampening with each passing second in anticipation of what was to come next, what he might do.

You don't have to wait long. With a quick swipe, he cuts through the panties and tears them away, almost whiplashing against your skin with how quick it is. All of a sudden, you're bare to him, and there is a light thump on the mattress, and the hand once holding the knife holds your other asscheeks.

He spreads you and without any notice nudges his nose against your entrance. You yelp and kick your feet. He pushes you further down.

"You gotta stop squirming, baby."

You whimper and lean your head on the pillow, allowing yourself to get as comfortable as possible. His hand trails up your body again, and the familiar feeling of the vibroblade against your skin rushes through you again and you shiver. Hunter isn't fazed.

"I'm gonna eat you out and keep the vibroblade against your neck."

When you yelp in surprise at his words, he squeezes your thigh as a warning.

"Every noise or movement you make, I'll press it against you harder. So be a good girl for me and let me enjoy my meal."

tag: @rebel-without-a-zeppelin

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intricatechaosofyou · 2 years ago

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Shut Up and Dance

Pairing: Hunter x reader

Fandom: The Bad Batch; Star Wars

Summary: Being stuck in hyperspace can be boring, especially when you’re Omega. Luckily, one of her squadmates has an idea to keep her entertained.

Warnings: fluff??

Author’s note: so excited to finally write for this sweetheart! I hope his personality isn’t too off!! Any requests for any of the members of the batch are open!

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Missions themselves weren’t bad. With four highly trained clones, simple grab-and-go missions were practically over before they began even with the limited intel Cid supplied. No, it wasn’t the missions that were bad.

It was the travel between.

Watching the lights fly by in hyperspace was entertaining for the first few minutes, but sooner or later everyone on the Marauder grew bored. Especially Omega. The young clone wasn’t one to complain, but sometimes she couldn’t help it, especially when she got antsy.

“(y/n),” Omega mumbled, tugging on your sleeve.

With a smile, you turned to look at the girl. “What’s up, kid?”

“I’m bored.”

It was such a simple statement, but you could see the tiredness in her eyes. She was a child who should be running around a field, playing games with her friends, but instead she was stuck playing mercenary so the squad could afford rations. Sighing, you ruffled her hair.

“Wanna talk?” You suggested.

Omega shook her head, twiddling with her fingers. “Not really.”

She was restless. She didn’t want to sit, she wanted to do something. “Have you ever danced?”

“Dance?” She asked, tilting her head.

“Yeah. Dancing. It’s moving with music,” you explained with a smile.

“No. How do you do it?” She asked, curiosity filling her tone and an excited sparkle returning to her eyes.

You laughed and stood up from your perch on a crate. “I’ll teach you.”

Omega clapped excitedly as she watched you type on your holopad. A few seconds later, an upbeat melody started to play from its speaker.

“Okay, first, you gotta feel the beat,” you explained, tapping your foot to the music.

Watching you intently, Omega started tapping her foot in time with yours.

You nodded encouragingly at the girl as the two of you found the beat of the song, unaware that the other inhabitants of the Marauder had come to find the source of the music.

When Omega looked comfortable, you grabbed her hands, leading her to sway back and forth to the beat.

The two of you rocked side to side, Omega’s grin growing by the second. Soon, you began taking bigger steps and Omega followed right along with you.

As you let go of one of her hands and spun her under your arm, she broke out into giggles. You kept spinning her until she got dizzy, her giggles filling the hull of the ship.

When she regained her balance, she grabbed your hands and the two of you kept dancing until the song stopped and a new one began playing.

Omega smiled brightly and started tapping her foot to the new beat when suddenly Wrecker grabbed her hands and spun her around.

“Wrecker!” She laughed as she turned towards him.

The large clone let her stand on his feet as they danced around the hull, their joyous laughter making you laugh yourself at the sight.

Now without a partner, you grabbed Echo’s hand and pulled him onto the makeshift dance floor. With a laugh you spun him around, him ducking slightly so he could spin under your arm.

A smile appeared on his face as the two of you spun around the floor for the remainder of the song.

When it finished, the two of you laughed and you let him go dance with Omega since Wrecker was now dancing with Tech. The intelligent clone’s steps were much more calculated than the rest, but he had a smile on his face and you were glad he was enjoying himself.

Glancing around, you found only one person missing from your dance party: the ever stoic sergeant. You looked over your shoulder and found him leaning against the doorway to the cockpit with his arms crossed in front of his chest, soft smile playing at his lips.

With a smile you waved your hand, gesturing for him to join you.

Hunter simply shook his head, causing a frown to cross your face. You weren’t taking no for an answer.

You walked up to him and held out your hands. “C’mon.”

“I’m not a dancer,” he answered.

“Neither am I. Neither is Tech. But we’re still dancing.”

He sighed and shook his head. “I’m really alright. Floor’s crowded enough. And someone needs to check on the-“

“Hunter!” You interrupted, hands grabbing his forearms.

His eyes went wide as he looked at you, his words dying on his tongue.

“Shut up and dance with me.”

It took a second before he nodded, but when he did, you quickly dragged him to the floor.

You started slowly, just stepping back and forth to the music and motioned for him to do the same. His movements were stiff and awkward. The look of concentration on his face made it seem like he was trying to hunt down someone rather than dance.

“Relax, it’s fun!” You laughed, grabbing his hands so you could get him to move less like a droid.

He was pliant in your hold, allowing you to twist him back and forth to the beat. “Fun…is not exactly the word I’d use to describe it,” he replied with a small smirk.

“You just haven't danced with the right partner,” you challenged.

He hummed as he considered your statement. “Maybe.”

“Definitely,” you retorted, earning an eye roll from the clone.

“And how do I know when I’ve found the right partner?”

You shrugged. “It’ll just feel right.”

You stared at Hunter for a few seconds before you felt one of his hands let go of yours. His other arm lifted above your head and spun you around.

He relished in the gasp that left your mouth as he spun you into his chest. “This feels right.”

You looked at him with wide eyes. “Hunter-“

A new song blasting through the speaker accompanied by Wrecker’s cheering cut off your sentence and you were suddenly brought back to reality.

You went to move away from the sergeant, but he kept hold of your hands. “One more dance.”

“Thought you didn’t dance. And besides someone’s gotta save Tech from Wrecker’s endless-“

“Shut up and dance with me,” Hunter ordered.

The fact that he repeated your earlier words made you smirk. “That’s my line,” you replied as you slowly began to sway with him.

Heat creeped up your neck as Hunter leaned in towards you. “It worked though, didn’t it?” He whispered, lips ghosting the shell of your ear.

“I guess it did.”

A few seconds passed before Hunter spoke again. “Thank you.”

“For what?” You questioned, head tilting to the side.

“Dragging me into this.”

“Ah. So you admit it’s fun,” you said, a cheeky grin covering your face.

Hunter smirked and twirled you under his arm again before answering, “Yes. With the right partner.”

“And you’ve found the right partner?”

“I have,” he affirmed.

The look in his eyes was so earnest, you couldn’t help the heat that creeped up your face. The way he looked at you was different. It was softer, kinder. It was the kind of look that made your steps stutter, his hands moving to your waist to keep you from tripping over yourself. And as he pressed his forehead against yours, you felt overwhelmed by the sheer presence of him.

“I think I found the right partner, too,” you mumbled, causing the corners of his lips to turn up.

And that’s how the two of you stayed, swaying to the music as if the rest of the galaxy faded away.

When the song ended, Omega came bounding up, pulling on Hunter’s shirt to drag him to dance with her.

He smiled down at her and nodded, but before she could pull him off towards the center of the hull, he turned back to you and squeezed your hand. “Save another dance for me, cyar’ika?”

“Always,” you replied, smiling at the way the Mando’a rolled off his tongue. You’d have to ask him what it meant.

With a sly grin, he went with Omega, happily twirling her around the hull of the Marauder while you looked on with a smile.

#hunter tbb #star wars tbb #the bad batch #hunter x reader #hunter tbb x reader #the bad batch hunter #hunter the bad batch #star wars hunter #star wars the bad batch #the bad batch star wars #tbb starwars #tbb omega #tbb wrecker #tbb tech #tbb echo

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uwingdispatch · 10 months ago

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Don’t panic but I upgraded all of my Bad Batch earrings! They now have red Czech glass hearts!

I am running low on a couple of these guys so if you see your fave sold out, don’t worry, I will be restocking him as soon as I get my new shipment of minifigs. They’re already on the way.

I have some more clone trooper treats on the way, too. But those will have to wait for another day. 💜

Shop is here. Enjoy!

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leemarkies · 8 months ago

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hunter - s3 ep13: into the breach

#star wars #hunter #the bad batch #swsource #star wars gifs #star wars hunter #star wars the bad batch #hunter gifs #the bad batch gifs #the bad batch hunter #bad batch #my.gifs #save me side profile hunter save me

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giganonyx · 9 months ago

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LET ME COOK

DO U GUYS

DO YOU GUYS THINK THAT MAYBE

JUST MAYBE

CROSSHAIR MIGHT KNOW THAT TECH IS AN OPERATIVE (SPECIFICALLY THE ONE HE WAS THROWING HANDS WITH)

OK LIKE HEAR ME OUT BUT

Crosshair definitely is STILL hiding something. The operatives make him MADLY uncomfortable- the sense of strange brotherhood between them scares him more than anything we’ve seen so far, maybe because, well, loyalty is a big deal to him, but also because one of them may actually be his brother.

He did not mention he was being put through operative✨ pre school ✨until Howzer pressed for answers, and he was forced to spill some beans. But I don’t think that’s all he’s keeping secret. Like, he wanted to keep the operative as FAR away from his brothers as possible(ie, drawing fire away, 1v1ing)- why? Could it just be he wants to deal with these clones on his own? Spare his brothers the fight? Protect them?

Or is it because he doesn’t want to traumatize them further with a brainwashed Tech? He doesn’t want their memory of their “dearly departed” brother to be marred by this…hollow, empty assassin before him. He can’t do that to them. But he *knows*, and it’s eating him alive.

There’s still so much he’s keeping from everyone, and not even Omega knows what he witnessed on Tantiss. He knows things, and he’s too afraid to admit them.

…..IDK THESE EPISODES KILLED ME MENTALLY THEY WERE SO GOOD BUT LEFT ME WITH SO MANY QUESTIONSSSSS AHHH

Plussss I wanna see more Hunter and wrecker content PLEASE my pookies need more screen time before I become a crosswhore AND Hunter girlie (one Star Wars man obsession is ENOUGH PLEASE).

ALSO THE THEORY THAT HUNTER DIES THIS SEASON IS KINDA STARTING TO FERMENT IN MY BRAIN BC WHY ELSE WOULD THEY ESTABLISH CROSSHAIR AS AN INCREASINGLY PARENTAL, DADDY MATERIAL GUY??? ESPECIALLY WITH HUNTER NOTICING OMEGA AND CROSS GROWING CLOSER I am ill do not let me think

I can see it now, Hunter sacrifices himself, but before he does, he tells Crosshair that “I know you’ll protect her. I trust you.” And then he fucking DIES, content with knowing Crosshair can be her newfound dad and protect her when he can no longer do so (I am in pain).

also when Hunter stood up for Crosshair >>>>> THATS MY MAN YALL HE WAS FR LIKE “ay man only I can shit on my brother man fuck off”

ALSO when Crosshair said “too bad” something changed in me (trying to resist crosswhore feelings)

There are two wolves inside of me (Hunter Wife (he’s the love of my LIFE) and Crosswhore) (actually three bc I’m also. A wrecker simp.)

#the bad batch #sw tbb #tbb #star wars tbb #hunter tbb #hunter the bad batch #star wars hunter #the bad batch s3 #the bad batch tech #the bad batch crosshair #the bad batch spoilers #tbb spoilers #tbb s3 spoilers #tbb s3 #tbb crosshair #tbb hunter #losing my mind #ramblings of a lunatic #a mad man

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