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nahoney22 · 11 months

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A Climax. A Pinnacle. A Release***

Hunter X F!Reader

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Hunter tells you to touch yourself. Only problem was, you find yourself calling his name. But maybe, that’s not a problem at all.

warnings: NSFW 18+ only, explicit sexual content, female solo masturbation, inexperienced virgin reader, fingering, cunnilingus, slight dom!Hunter, friends to lovers, kinda mutual pining. Basically smut without plot. Swearing. Not proofread.

authors note: this is inspired by this scene in Bridgerton. Obsessed.

The flow of conversation with Hunter always seemed to entrance you, leaving your thoughts adrift in a euphoric haze. His commanding presence was so potent that it often derailed any coherent train of thought you had at the time. However, as you observed his intense gaze fixed upon you, your mind scrambled to grasp the gravity of his words.

"So, you've never been with someone before?" he inquired, his voice tinged with a hint of playfulness, his penetrating gaze assessing you with a discerning curiosity.

Ah, yes. That was the topic under discussion—the woeful narrative of your loveless existence.

"Nah, nothing hasn't really come up before," you replied, nonchalantly shrugging, albeit struggling to ignore the sensation of his warm breath caressing your face.

Within the confined space of the Marauder's cockpit, the two of you found yourselves alone, his proximity to your own body causing your heart to race in unmistakable testament to your now growing attraction to the man. After all, how could you not find him attractive? He was always so kind and courteous to you, not to mention he was handsome. And as you looked up at him through your lashes, trying to control your breathing, you came to realise that he was very handsome. Very handsome.

"But surely, you've had experiences," he continued, his coy query accompanied by a slight tilt of his head, as though he were attempting to discern your very essence. Considering his heightened senses, you wouldn't be surprised if he sensed the flurry of your heart trying to burst out of your chest.

“Experience?" you asked innocently, your lack of romantic involvement apparent. Hunter's mouth formed a small 'o,' a hint of surprise flickering in his eyes as he absorbed the realisation of your limited encounters. However, a part of him revels in the prospect of being the one to introduce you to what you had been missing. Yet, he didn't want to overstep his bounds.

"I mean, when someone gets pleasure from another person," he clarified, his tone gentle and patient, hoping to bridge the gap between your naivety and his desire to enlighten you.

Once again, you appeared perplexed, your innocence shining through. Just how sheltered were you?

He took a deliberate step closer, causing your back to press against the ship's wall, his voice becoming hushed, intimate. "The same pleasure you experience when you touch yourself."

"I don't think I understand," you responded, a breathless sigh escaping your lips, your senses overwhelmed by his commanding presence. How could one derive pleasure from such an act of self-indulgence? You knew it happened within a relationship but by yourself? Perhaps this was something you needed to explore and research on your own.

Hunter drew in a deep breath, his voice becoming huskier. "You do touch yourself?" he asked, his words enveloping you like a whisper, his warm breath caressing your ear as he leaned in closer. "When you're alone, at night, you have the freedom to explore your body," his gaze lazily traced the contours of your figure, "anywhere that brings you pleasure."

"How?" you whispered, a wave of warmth spreading through you, a throbbing sensation pulsating at your core. It was a new feeling that threatened to weaken your knees.

"Between your legs," he responded, his voice laden with an unmistakable intensity. “Touch yourself.”

"Then what happens?" you inquired, a mix of anticipation and desire flooding your senses. Deep down, you had a feeling you already knew the answer - something you had overheard your friends talk about at one time but you craved to hear him say it, each word increasing the dampness in your panties.

"Well, you continue touching yourself until... until you reach a climax. A pinnacle. A release." He explained, his voice filled with a raw and primal allure.

The approaching footsteps shattered the intimate atmosphere, forcing both of you to quickly create distance between yourselves. "Hunter, we've received a transmission from Cid," Echo announced, his voice carrying a hint of curiosity as he glanced back and forth between the two of you. "Did I interrupt something?"

You cleared your throat, attempting to conceal the burning flush on your cheeks and the lingering arousal. "No, Hunter was just offering me some advice," you replied, your tone deliberately neutral, hoping that Echo wouldn't see through your half-truth. It wasn't entirely a lie, after all.

Echo nodded slowly, seemingly accepting your explanation, and then let the matter drop. As Hunter followed Echo toward the rear of the ship, he paused for a moment, his gaze briefly meeting yours before he left you alone.

What just happened?

That night, as you lay in your bunk, a whirlwind of thoughts raced through your mind, but one particular notion lingered at the forefront: Hunter's words. ‘Touch yourself’, the phrase repeated in your mind like a persistent mantra, occupying your every waking thought. Perhaps that's why, almost involuntarily, your hand found its way to your neck, fingertips delicately tracing over your skin. You fixated on the ceiling above, your breaths hushed, harmonizing with the tranquil stillness of the ship. Your hand continued its gentle exploration, gliding down from your neck to your chest, as sensations and desires intertwined in the depths of your being.

You’re wanting to take it slowly and to savor this special moment. Bringing your hand up, you gingerly trail your fingers up and down your abdomen in little lines to start. While nothing too special was happening, your core muscles tense up and a shiver ripples through your body in reaction, followed by the stiffening of your nipples. You could not help but imagine your hands belonging to someone else, causing you to have an instinctual response to moan in anticipation. The heat that was building in you ignites even more at the prospect of what is next.

‘Between your legs’ Hunter’s voice echoes in your mind once again.

Encouraged by the feeling of those slight touches, you press forward. Or rather downward. Sliding your hands down the waistband of your nightwear, over your lap and along your thighs,incrementally zeroing in on your target. With some hunger, you start by caressing the inside of each thigh, a move that causes both of your legs to tremble slightly. You’re so close to where your body is pleading for attention, but remain steadfast at taking your time to get there.

Eventually, it got too much. You couldn’t hold it back any longer. The preceding repetitions of Hunter’s voice drummed in your mind. Finally, you allow yourself to find your heat, easing in slowly. “O-oh, ohhhh,” you sigh, your eyes fluttering closed as breathless moans part your lips.

So this is what you were missing.

Despite the feeling of your thighs wanting to close, you willed them to stay apart as your fingers begin to add more pressure between your lips. Rubbing back and forth with firm strokes and pressure, you feel yourself getting wetter by the second. Your bed sheets start to stick to you, sweat already starting to form as you writhe under your own touch. You’re so glad the boys aren’t there to overhear your stimulation that you no longer cared how loud your whiny and wanton moans became.

As you rub your clit in loose circles, your mind goes adrift again, this time in the haze of the pleasure that is building.

A climax. A pinnacle. A release.

“Hunter.”

His name parts your lips, his face being the only thing you manage as you close your eyes.

A climax. A pinnacle. A release.

“Oh, f-fuck. Hunter.”

A climax. A pinnacle. A release.

You ride it out slowly in ecstasy, a near siren of squeals echoing through the ship in the process. You feel the lewd sense of a trickle of your wetness rolling down your leg, sheets thrown to the floor. A result of how much the incredible sensations have shot through you.

Your body is shaking from cumming so hard in such a quick succession, legs spasming. So you lay to let it pass by, collecting your thoughts and more importantly the man who filled your thoughts.

What had he done to you? And why did you find yourself wanting to know what he could do to you?

The next day, Hunter's behavior took a sharp turn. He seemed visibly different, his jaw tightly clenched, and you often noticed him gripping the underside of his chair, holding his breath whenever you walked past him. A nagging feeling crept within you, wondering if there was an issue—perhaps an unpleasant odor emanating from you. However, you were confident in your personal hygiene, as you were the one who showered the most frequently among the crew. So it couldn't be that.

You sat across from him and his gaze bore into you with an intensity you had never witnessed before. It was mesmerising, captivating, and his eyes held a hunger that ignited a spark of recognition deep within you. If you didn't know any better, you would swear that he was aroused by your mere presence.

Locking eyes with him, you momentarily tuned out the surrounding chatter, your focus solely on the gorgeous man sitting across from you. "Is there a problem?" you asked, your voice laced with curiosity.

He froze, his knuckles turning white as he gripped his knees tightly, before eventually tearing his gaze away from you with a heavy breath. "We need to talk. Alone," he replied, his words reaching your ears with just enough volume. The anticipation in your stomach surged at his request, reminding yourself that you were writhing and moaning his name just nine hours ago in your bunk.

He subtly nodded, indicating for you to follow him. You watched as he stood, tall and brooding, before disappearing towards the back of the ship.

You waited a moment, not wanting to raise any suspicions among the others, before finally standing up and discreetly following Hunter. As you made your way, you tidied up the area around you, maintaining an air of nonchalance. Eventually, you found yourself in the cargo hold, the door hissing closed behind you, sealing you in with him.

"You touched yourself last night," Hunter stated firmly, his words leaving no room for doubt. He stood in front of you, his mouth slightly agape as his eyes hungrily scanned your fully clothed form.

Taken aback by his directness and the heat arising from his intense gaze, you felt your body respond, a flush of warmth spreading through you. "H-how did you know?" you stammered, your voice betraying a mix of surprise and anticipation.

He steps towards you, slow and alluring. “I could smell your cum on your sheets.”

Embarrassed? A little. Aroused? Extremely.

Your chest rises and falls, the weight of his words intensifying the tightness within you. "You told me how to. So I did," you respond, your voice carrying a calculated nonchalance, though a subtle tremor betrays your inner excitement.

Hunter's lips curl into a genuine smile, devoid of any smugness. "And how did you feel?" His dark eyes hold yours in the dimly lit cargo hold, sending shivers down your spine and igniting a flame of desire within you. A new feeling that you couldn’t seem to get enough of.

Swallowing hard, you feel a pooling of saliva in your mouth as his presence overwhelms you. "Like I was floating," you admit, your voice laced with a mixture of awe and longing.

With another step forward, Hunter pins you against the door, his hand firmly above your head as he leans in. The magnetic pull between you becomes irresistible, and you find yourself yearning for his closeness, craving his touch. "What did you think about?" he probes, his voice laced with desire and anticipation.

"Hunter, I..." You trail off, completely overwhelmed by the intensity of the moment. Though the urge to confess your thoughts screams within you, your innocence acts as a shield, momentarily silencing your desires.

"Do you want to know what I think about when I find myself alone, yearning for release?" His words flow like liquid gold, seeping into the depths of your being, melting away any inhibitions. Unable to form words, you succumb to the power of his presence, nodding in response.

"You," he declares, sending a jolt of electricity through your body.

The sharp intake of breath reveals your shaken state. "Me?" you manage to utter, your voice a mere whisper.

"Yes," he confirms, his free hand delicately caressing your face, his fingers tracing the contours of your skin. His thumb glides over your lower lip, gently pulling it down, igniting a surge of anticipation. "You can not even comprehend the depth of my desires I have for you sweetheart… the way I wish I could just say what I want to do to you. But I don’t want to rob you of your innocence."

The charged atmosphere between you both crackles with an unspoken longing. A restrained passion which left you suspended in a haze of desire and risk.

This time, you take the step closer, nose just brushing against his own. “Why don’t you show me instead, Hunter?”

His eyes search yours, looking for a definitive answer if this is what you truly wanted but the scent of you was too much for him to handle and his lips were on yours.

Fiery and intense, his lips have you extracting every moan you could possess giving him that needed confidence as he pushes you back to the door with a thud. You gasp, which allowed him just enough time to dive his tongue into your mouth, collecting your whimpers of pleasure as his fingers bite into your waist.

“What if the others hear us or walk in?” You breathe through ragged breaths against his lips, melting as his surprisingly soft lips trail up your jaw and then down to your neck, sucking on the flesh to claim you in a second.

“I’ll tell them to leave.” He chuckles against your skin, vibrations shooting through you and down to your very core. The heat between your legs resurfaces, as does that familiar sensation of your panties getting damp in arousal. “You’re so beautiful.”

You gush at his words but you can’t even string a sentence together let alone a ‘thank you’ for the compliment. He goes back to kissing your lips, dominant and wanting that made your lips deliciously plump. But, his kisses are slow, dragged out as if he had been waiting for this moment ever since you boarded the ship all those months ago.

When he pulls away, he’s staring longingly in your eyes that you easily got lost in but was overcome with pleasure as you feel his hand pluck the button of your pants with just one finger. “Can I touch you?”

You nod, eagerly. “Please,” you rasp.

His hand slides down the waistband of your pants, past your panties where his fingers instantly start to collect your slick. “Maker, you’re soaked. Did I make you this wet?” His voice trembles a touch, in awe of what he could do to you in a second.

His taste buds were already dancing at the smell which is why he couldn’t help but bring his hand out your pants and start to lick his fingers slowly, all the while keeping his eyes locked on you. “You taste delicious.”

The only reply he got was a small whine as his lips came back to yours, letting you taste your own making. His hands are back in your pants and you tremble as his fingers delicately slide between your folds, caressing you before a digit starts to seep inside you.

You gasped, hips starting to involuntarily buck at the sensation. The movement and desperation doubled when he pressed his thumb upon your clit, rotating it slowly all the while his finger curled up into you. “That’s it,” Hunter rasps against your lips, “take my fingers you pretty, pretty girl. Do you like this?”

“Feels so good,” you gasp, your forehead now agaisnt his, looking down at the sight of his hands down your pants, “I - ohhh, fuck - never knew this could feel so good.” It was true. You couldn’t deny how incredible the touch of your own hand was but to feel Hunter, expertly fingerfucking you with a smooth and steady thrum was to die for.

It’s not long until he inserts an extra finger, picking up the pace as he moves inside your pussy whilst thrusting over and over. “Good girl, taking my fingers so well for me.”

Your hand covers your mouth, your cries of pleasure blocked out but it is Hunter who used his free hand to rip your hand away and tsk. “No. I want to hear you moan.” He hissed into your ear, sucking on the lobe. “So tight and wet.”

“Hunter...” You pant, your hands coming up to sit on his shoulders as his fingers hit a spot inside you that had you seeing stars.

He continues to finger your pussy against the door, your pants having shimmied down past your thighs and knees until they look at the floor. “Can I see your pussy, sweet girl?” Hunter asks when he notices that you escaped the confines of your pants, his cock throbbing behind his clothes.

“Of course,” you whisper, gasping at the lewd sound and feeling of his fingers seeping out of your hole as he drops to his knees in front of you. He looks up at you with desire in his eyes.

Your panties are drenched, as expected, and he does the generosity of pulling them down fully until the ship's cool air hits your cunt making you shudder in anticipation.

“You have such a perfect pussy.” He purrs, returning his hand to your sex as he lets his fingers explore you as you now writhe above him.

“T-thank you,” you gush, heart fluttering at the sight of your Sergeant between your legs. Though you waited for bated breaths for his finger to probe back into you, you gasped aloud when Hunter buries his face between your legs, tongue flicking up and down at your slit. He alternates between the lick of his tongue and gentle kisses pressing to you that you just couldn’t help but bury your hand in his hair, gripping his long locks as you pulled him in closer.

“You like this, I can tell.” He cooed against you, starting to trail his tongue against your clit with a firm yet gentle stimulus.

“Please don’t stop,” you whine in ecstasy, panting harshly with your head bowed back as he continues to caress your pussy with his tongue. You worried that you were making too much noise but at the same time, you didn’t care either. Your hips rolled over his face, his nose adding that extra bit of pleasure as it bumped against your clit.

“Can’t believe I’m the first person to eat your pussy baby; hopefully I’ll be the last too.”

With a particularly hard swipe on your clit minutes later, you careened into an orgasm more powerful than you could ever imagine. “That’s it baby, cum on my tongue.” He groans in pure delight, your juices sloshing his face and lips as your knees spasm before you.

“H-H-Hunter, fuck.” You whimper, shaking at the release he gave you. You feared you were to fall to the ground but as Hunter stands, wiping his mouth, he secures you into his arms and brings you closer.

“I’ve got you, darling. You did so well for me.”

You breathed heavily into his chest, eyes closed as a sudden wave of tiredness washes over you. He scoops you into his arms, carrying you towards one of the weapon crates and sits you on top of it before going to retrieve your pants. He’s gentle, sliding your clothes back on and then placing a kiss to your head. “Beautiful girl, do you want to know what else I could do to you?”

Yes, yes you fucking did.

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imabeautifulbutterfly · 1 year

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It’s Over - Part 7B (Hunter)

Summary: Hunter and Myri finish reminiscing

A/N: Hello Lovelies,

Lol did you think you would have to wait forever for the second parter?

Enjoy the finale. LOVE OO.

Warnings: mentions of clones right, killing, apology, fluff, injury, burn, shock, passing out, kissing, I think that’s all of it, if I miss any please let me know.

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“Although, I’m still ticked off at you for what you said to her, I can understand what led you to such an unfortunate turn of words” Lurwa offered.

Tala wiped a tear from her eye, “Why did you think you were so unworthy of love, Hunter? Why were you so quick to shut it down before you even had a chance to explore it?”

“I’m a defective clone, I was reminded of that everyday by the Regs, by the Kaminoans. Every chance they got to experiment on us, they did. Who could love someone like that?”

“Me” Myri spoke up.

“Me too” Lurwa smirked.

“And me” Tala smiled, “Your experiences don’t define your future, Hunter. They simply help you to understand who you are.”

“So what happened after that, did you guys talk?”

“Well …” Hunter smirked as he looked at Myri

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“…Despite the hopefulness the Jedi Council held, the suspicion raised by a very brave Republic soldier and GAR trooper were the first steps in proving what we now know to be the truth. Supreme Chancellor Palpatine was the one behind the war. He worked hand in hand with Count Dooku, this shocking revelation has truly opened the eyes of the Republic and the Jedi Council …”

“What’s going on?” Myri asked one of the other medics, as she walked in late to the briefing.

“Senator … Sorry Chancellor Bail Organa is outlining how Chancellor Palpatine was behind everything. Starting the war, creating clones …” Jasper turned his head towards her, eyes wide, “e-very-thing” he stated slowly.

She couldn’t believe it, all those deaths on both Republic and Separatists’ sides were due to one man. Due to his greed.

“… The Jedi Council wishes for me to convey our deepest sympathies, and a stark reminder, as we can see the Dark Side of the Force is dangerous, and able to cloud the minds of many. We will all be entering an era of uncertainty and difficulty as we move past this shameful history…”

Myri glanced around the room, using the higher elevation to her advantage trying to find the Bad Batch, only to feel a tug on her hand, she turned to see no one, until her eyes glanced down. Omega’s eyes were wide with fear and uncertainty sitting. She squeezed Omega’s hand, giving her a reassuring smile, “It’s okay, sweetie.”

Omega simply nodded as she pressed further into Myri’s side.

“… There is a light at the end of this dark tunnel, today we are happy to announce steps have already been implemented to shut down the behavioural chips in each and every clone trooper …” Myri glanced over to the head of the Medic Department, Lama Su, raising an eyebrow to the calm demeanour of the Kaminoan, not that there was any other expression she usually gave.

“… It is my great privilege to announce, as of today, every clone trooper is recognized as a citizen of the Republic, having all rights and responsibilities appointed them as any other member of society. We offer our thanks on behalf of the Republic for your sacrifices, for the loss’ you have endured, and for your willingness and readiness to support each and every civilian. Please know, we will forever be in your debt, we will never be able to pay for all you have done for us. However we hope these efforts will show our appreciation. In the coming weeks and months, each trooper will have a chance to meet with a representative to discuss what your future will look like …”

Hunter couldn’t believe his ears, they were citizens with rights, with a future. His eyes roved about until he could see Myri standing in the room above the general assembly alongside the other medics and Kaminoan scientists, there was an odd expression on her face, it was a mixture of shock, joy, sorrow, and doing her best to understand what was happening. He felt a tap on his arm, as he turned to look at Tech, shrugging his shoulder. Tech simply handed him the datapad in his hands without saying anything further.

‘Clone Unit 99, you have received new orders, please see Jedi Master Shaak Ti for mission debriefing at 1900 hours.’

No matter what Chancellor Organa had to say, there was still work to be done.

“… We look forward to a new peaceful era.”

“I can’t believe it” Echo mumbled as he stood there amongst the sea of troopers, all shocked by the news they had just received.

“Despite what we may have heard there is still work to be done” Hunter nodded towards Tech.

“It appears we have been assigned another mission”

“What!” Wrecker’s voice boomed in the open arena, all four of them shushed him in unison.

“Perhaps we should continue this in our barracks” Tech offered, Hunter seemingly nodded, as his eyes focused on Myri’s movements.

“I have to take care of something first, I’ll meet you guys there” he took off hoping to head off Myri. He rushed through the halls, pushing his way past troopers, until he got to her med, he opened the door, hoping to find her there.

“Something I can help you with?” A clone trooper medic came up to him.

“I was looking for Medic Kambe?”

“She’s currently in a meeting with Lama Su, she should be back shortly. I can tell her to comm you when she’s back”

“Uh, sure. Tell her to contact Hunter”

He headed out of med, there was no point in waiting around; he wondered if he’d even get a chance to talk to her before they had to leave.

“Hunter?”

He looked up to see her heading towards him, Omega still clinging to her side, he wasn’t sure if it was because of the announcement or because of what he resolved to say, but she looked even more beautiful, his eyes focused back on Omega’s concerned expression, “Everything okay?” He motioned between the two of them,

“Yeah, just everything’s up in the air right now” Myri squeezed Omega’s hand, getting her attention, “Megs go inside, and start setting up the scans”

“Will do”

Hunter watched as Omega shuffled off, focusing his attention on Myri, “Is she okay?”

“She’s nervous. She’s unsure of where she’ll fall in, and since she’s no longer Kaminoan ‘property’ she’s wondering where she belongs.”

“I think we’re all feeling that way”

“Lama Su informed her, once they make a decision regarding housing for everyone, she won’t be able to stay here anymore. No one will.” Myri crossed her arms, glancing around, she wasn’t sure why she was telling him this, but she felt as though she needed to “I decided to adopt her, I haven’t discussed it with Lama Su as yet, but I will once I talk it over with her”

“You … you what?” Hunter’s voice sounded shocked and disapproving.

“I’m sorry does that not meet your standards?”

“What? No. That’s not …”

“It seems as though you’re trying to make decisions for others again”

“No, that’s not it.” He closed his eyes, wishing there was someone who could shoot him in the foot every time he opened his mouth, he let out a sigh, opening his eyes focusing on hers, “I was surprised, that’s all. I think you’d …” Hunter cleared his throat, fighting the warmth crawling up his face “I think you’ll be an amazing mom. Everything you do is amazing.”

Myri felt her face flush, she did her best to suppress the smile that wanted to erupt, “Umm… thanks. Anyway, why are you here?”

“I needed to talk to you, we got another mission and as soon as we get our debriefing we’ll be shipping out.”

“Oh … I see”

“And before we take off there’s something I need to say, is there somewhere we can talk privately?”

Myri nodded, motioning for him to follow her, they stood in an alcove of to the side, hardly used by anyone and forgotten by most. She motioned for him to continue.

“Listen, um …” Hunter rubbed the back of his neck before clearing his throat, “about what I said last night, I was wrong to presume to know what you were thinking or feeling. Truth is I never imagined someone as amazing and wonderful as you would even look at me as anything more than a friend. I’ll simply say this, there isn’t a day that goes by where you’re not the first thing I think of in the morning and the last thought in my day. Every moment I get to spend with you, every conversation, every look from your beautiful eyes, are all moments I treasure. I don’t know what the future holds, but if you are willing, maybe we can go to the Celebratory Gala together, once they decide on a date.” His comm beeped, reminding him to head back to the barracks before going for the briefing, “I have to go, the decision is yours. If I ruined what could’ve been between us, I’ll understand; and if that’s the case, no matter how long it’ll take, I’ll work hard to earn your trust back.”

He took a chance, reaching for her hand, holding it in his; the weight of her hand in his sent a warmth through his chest. He smirked as he tested his luck, leaning forward and placing a kiss on her cheek. He gave her hand a squeeze before he headed off.

Myri stood in the alcove shocked to her core, she hadn’t expected him to make such a declaration, even after he learned she was going to adopt Omega. She needed time to think things through, time to see if her anger was just her hurt ego or if she really couldn’t forgive Hunter and his attitude.

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“Wow, did you do the paperwork for her adoption, yet?” Tala asked leaning forward, glancing around to see where Omega was.

“Yeah, we’re just waiting for the all clear, letting me know the adoption went ahead.”

“She’s quite happy and excited” Hunter continued, “She keeps calling Myri, mom.”

“Awww that’s so sweet” Lurwa chuckled, “I can’t imagine having a kid, but if I do have one, I hope they’re as sweet as her.” She motioned to Omega, smiling.

“What was your answer to his statement?” Tala teased

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Tech landed the ship roughly in Kamino’s hangar, as the landing gears locked in place, Wrecker grabbed Hunter and placed him across his shoulders, Crosshair opened the door to the ship, yelling out commands to the medics waiting by the hangar door with a gurney and medical supplies. Echo commed Myri before landing, telling her to prepare for an emergency medical crisis, explaining as best as he could.

Myri ran to the Marauder, watching as Wrecker placed Hunter ever so gently on the gurney. She knew what Echo had stated in his message, but hearing it and seeing the condition Hunter was in were two different things. She prided herself on being able to separate her emotions from the task at hand, but the injuries he sustained had shocked her to her very core. Her heart felt as though it was being squeezed in a vice grip, her vision was becoming blurry making it difficult for her to identify the injuries, she cleared her throat doing her best to regain her focus “What … what happened?”

“There was a holdout of remaining Separatists droids and followers of Count Dooku, they implement a fail safe to make sure none would be captured alive” Tech explained as they headed out of the hangar at a quick pace to the med lab.

“There was an explosion, Hunter shielded us. Taking the brunt of the force” Echo added.

She took in a deep breath, keeping the tears out of her eyes, “Um … we’ll need … we’ll need …” her hands shook as she grabbed the cloth cutter, to remove the unburnt portions of his bodysuit, the bruises on his face, hands, arms and chest were starting to form as more of his skin became revealed after the cloth was cut away. His beautiful skin, now marred with cuts, blood, pieces of shrapnel, it was all hitting too close to home for her.

“Medic Myri, what are you orders?”

“Well ummm … we’ll …”

She felt a hand on her shoulder, as a another hand took the cutter out of her own hand, “Myri, I got this” she looked at Jasper who offered an encouraging smile, “Could one of you guys take her away from here?” He motioned to her office, Cross nodded guiding Myri over.

It was all a bit of a blur, she had no idea how long she was sitting there or how Hunter was doing, everything came back into focus when Crosshair handed her a canteen of water, she nodded her thanks as she took a deep swallow.

“You love him, don’t you?” Cross smirked as he looked at her, the shock from her question making her cough up the water she had just taken in.

“Excuse me?” She asked as she tried to avoid choking.

“You heard me”

“Why do you care what I feel?”

“Vod’ika don’t be difficult, wouldn’t you like to be able to admit it freely at least once?”

Myri took another swig of water, letting out a sigh, “You’re right. I should be able to admit it freely just once, but I want him to be able to hear it first. It’s only right.”

Cross nodded as he smirked, shifting his toothpick from one side to the next, “That’s true.” The door slid open, Tech walked in followed by Echo, they both turned their heads to focus on the news they had for them.

“How is he?” Myri asked finding her voice to be steadier than she expected.

“Medic Jasper has him set up in a bacta tank, thankfully his burns were mostly superficial. He’ll have one or two scars, but he says two days in the tank and he’ll be as good as new.”

She let out a deep breath of relief, she hadn’t realized she was barely breathing the entire time she was in the office. She stood hoping to go out to see Hunter, only to find the room spining, she attempted to find her footing but she wasn’t fast enough before everything went dark.

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“You fainted?” Lurwa looked shocked

“If Wrecker was seriously injured, would you be able to keep it together?”

“Fair point”

Tala didn’t say much, as she remembered how she felt seeing Echo for the first time after they rescued him, the shock she felt, “The fact you were able to keep it together for as long as you did is impressive. I don’t think I handled seeing Echo again after his rescue all that well.”

“You weren’t that bad” Hunter offered.

“Hunter, don’t you remember I was crying almost every ten minutes.”

“Well at least you were passed out for a few days”

“Hey!” Myri smacked Hunter’s arm, “You were suppose to keep that between us”

“Wait, how long were you passed out for?”

“Well … the thing is …”

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Myri opened her eyes, taking in the ceiling, she blinked a few times trying to adjust to the light, when the medic droid came into view, scanning her.

“Scan complete. The fainting spell was due to an emotional turmoil. You’ll be fine.” Just as quickly as the droid came into view, it left. Myri shifted on the bed, when tiny footsteps came rushing to her side.

Omega had wide eyes at seeing her, “Are you alright?”

She chuckled ruffling the young girl’s hair, “Nothing a good rest couldn’t cure.” Myri rubbed her eyes, “How long was I out?”

“Four days” Hunter’s voice called to her, she sat still as he came into view, his hand resting on Omega’s shoulder, motioning for her to head out. As soon as she was gone, he turned his attention to Myri, “How are you feeling? Heard you had… difficulties when you saw me come off the ship?” He asked as he sat down beside her, his hand resting on the other side of her.

“I should be asking you that question, how are your wounds?” Her hand instinctively rested against his chin, tilting it from side to side, the bruises were gone, the cut he had on his cheek had been healed. Her hand shifted down his shoulder to his arms and hands, noticing all the cuts and bruises had vanished. Her hand then shifted over his chest, she could feel the outlinings of a healed burn through his bodysuit.

Hunter was doing his best to remain calm, he felt his face flush, and a warmth began to grow within him, as her hands explored his upper body. He wanted to cup her face and kiss her with all his might in that moment, but he wasn’t going to overstep. Not again.

“Got an all clear yesterday” he offered, hoping that would ease her nerves.

Myri nodded as she focused her attention on Hunter’s face, “When I saw you … lying there …” she felt her lips begin to tremble, “I … all I could smell was the burnt flesh …” she looked away as the tears began to well up.

He couldn’t hold it back anymore cupping her cheek, “I’m fine, cyar’ika. I’m alright.”

She nodded wiping away the tears, before throwing her arms around Hunter’s neck pulling him closer, “I could’ve lost you”

“It’s alright” Hunter wrapped his arms around her, the armour that usually would’ve been in the way was now stored in his bunk, allowing him to pull her as close as possible to his chest. “I’m here, you haven’t lost me. You’ll never lose me.”

“Yes” she mumbled as she buried her face in the crook of his neck.

“What was that cyar’ika?”

“Yes, I’ll go to the gala with you”

Hunter felt his heart grow three times, if that was possible, and as much as he rejoiced in hearing her answer, he wanted her to know he wasn’t scared anymore, not for something monumental, “How about the three of us go together?”

“Three”

“You, Omega and I … like ... a family?”

Myri pulled back a smile etched on her face, “I think she’d love that; I know I would.”

Their eyes locked on each other, the tension between them growing, “Does this mean you forgive me?” Hunter glanced from her eyes to her lips.

She smirked as she pulled him closer, her lips pressed against his, hoping this was enough of an answer to his question.

Hunter was shocked for a moment, his eyes wide, as he realized she was kissing him, as quickly as he realized what was happening, he took a chance to reciprocate. He shifted, using his height to tower over her a little, taking advantage of Myri trying to stretch, he guided her to lie back down on the med without breaking their kiss.

He was lost in thought and completely forgot where they were, as he felt her soft, warm lips against his, allowing him to deepen the kiss. The tips of her fingers trailing down his spine, as her other hand carded its way through his hair, as the soft tickle of her breath was evident beneath his nose. It was everything he could’ve imagined and more. His hand shifted till it rested against her waist, caressing her side. He wanted more, she wanted more, and he was ready to express more, if it hadn’t been for the cough that called his attention from the end of her bed.

Both froze as they came back to their senses and remembered where they were, Hunter pulled his lips away from hers, he smirked at seeing her face flushed from the kiss they had shared and from the embarrassment of being caught. He could see she was doing her best to hide the laughter that wanted to break free, he simply chuckled, placing a kiss on her forehead.

“Guess we’ll have to continue this later” he whispered

“Looking forward to it”

He shifted off of her, helping her to sit up in the bed, as Crosshair stood there leaning against the wall, “I see you guys made up, well I just came to let you know Wrecker and Lurwa have a table waiting in the mess hall. I’ll just tell everyone you are not quite recovered yet.” He winked at Myri fighting back the smile that wanted to appear on his lips, “We’ll make sure to keep Omega busy, and away from your bunk room, Myri.” Crosshair smirked as he moved away from his position, “You can continue whatever you were doing” he motioned with his hand, as he chuckled to himself putting a new toothpick in his mouth, “I’ll make sure to put some food aside, no doubt you’ll be hungry after” he called out as the door slid closed.

Neither said anything, both a little shocked by Crosshair’s thoughtfulness, until they both started laughing. Myri rested her forehead against his chest, reminding herself that he was there with her, she shifted her head to look him in the eyes ready to declare what had been in her heart since the beginning, “I love you, Hunter”

“I love you” he pressed another kiss to her lips, cupping her cheeks, hoping to deepen the kiss and continue where they had left off.

She pulled back, smirking, “I think we should go somewhere more private” she took his hand in hers and guided him away from med and to her quarters.

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“That’s the whole of it” Hunter smirked as he pulled Myri against him, “I have to say it may have taken us a few years to get here, but I’m glad we’re finally here.”

She looked into Hunter’s eyes smiling from ear to ear, “I couldn’t agree more” she leaned up, kissing his lips.

“Ahem!” Tech cleared his throat, “Please remember some of us are still single”

“Hunter, mom, you guys wanna dance with me?” Omega held out her hand to the two of them.

“Sure, sweetie” Myri answered standing from her seat, taking one of Omega’s hands, while Hunter took the other.

“They really are an adorable family aren’t they?” Tala looked at Lurwa, who simply nodded, “Tech wanna dance?” She asked looking at him.

“No, thank you. I am not in the mood.”

“She didn’t show up huh?”

“To whom are you referring?”

“Alright, don’t say anything, I’m going to find Echo, see if he’s up for one last dance.”

“I’ll join you, I’m gonna find Wrecker.”

Tech sat there alone at the table, nursing his drink as his eyes focused on Hunter, Myri and Omega dancing together, wishing that could be him.

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(The Bad Batch) How He Is with His Newborn Baby

Hunter: He adores them and spends a lot of time holding them. Hunter is also really big on the whole skin-to-skin contact, so it becomes a common thing to see him walking around shirtless with the baby cradled snugly in one arm. He gets pretty good at performing tasks around the home with the baby. He's enraptured by the little one, but also very attentive to your needs. Hunter makes sure you take the time you need to eat, shower, and just have time to relax every now and then. Literally, any excuse to hold them some more, and he's giving it. He is good at rocking the baby in such a way that they fall asleep instantly in his arms.

Wrecker: The baby has him wrapped around their tiny finger already. He's already telling them how much he loves them and how proud he is. Wrecker also just spends time telling them all the fun things they're going to do together when they're old enough to walk, talk, etc. He is so unbelievably gentle and sweet with the little one in general, and also of course with you. He'll randomly stare at you and tell you how beautiful you are and what a good job you're doing.

Tech: This baby is not at the point where they can retain any information yet, but Tech spends plenty of time just talking to them. He talks about anything his mind can conjure up. The baby becomes so accustomed to the sound of his voice that it has quite the soothing effect. Additionally, Tech is very quick to pick up on the baby's cycle of needs. It gets to the point where they cry, and he can glance at his chrono and pinpoint exactly what they need according to the little schedule he's created. He also regularly checks the baby's weight, vitals, to make sure they're in good health. From time to time he voices yet again how fascinating the miracle of birth is and how proud he is of you, also checking your health.

Echo: Spends the first few weeks only holding the baby when sitting down. He can't get over how fragile they are, and he just sits there and stares at them as long as he can in amazement and adoration before they wake up from their nap or fuss about something they need. When the baby bursts into a fit of wails, he goes into a bit of a panic mode worrying about what's wrong. Eventually, he gets more comfortable and gets used to the idea that the baby is just communicating a need. It doesn't take long for him to become a professional dad. He gets pretty organized with the diaper bag and supplies so that he can just pull out whatever the baby needs at the drop of a hat.

Crosshair: He spends a good while just quietly holding the baby in his arms and watching them. Internally, he thinks they're absolutely precious and realizes he loves them so much. He already knew he'd love them, but he didn't realize it would feel like this. The baby is heart-wrenchingly cute, and he'd do anything to protect them. You come to find that he becomes more vocal, telling the baby in a sort of Crosshair-style sarcasm that they need to get their act together every time he has to handle a diaper change, feeding, etc. He's up with you at any hour day or night to help with the baby without a complaint, and regularly makes sure you're taking care of yourself also.

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♡ Morning Sex with Hunter and Crosshair (NSFW) ♡

Pairings: Hunter x Fem!Reader & Crosshair Fem!Reader

WC: Around ~700 for each.

Warnings: NSFW, 18+. Smut. Soft morning sex with Hunter and Crosshair (separately). PiV. Oral (male receiving). Soft/fluffy. Established relationship. Bulleted list drabbles.

A/N: Sometimes you wake up and just need to write your thots down. Enjoy some soft morning pleasures with Hunter and Crosshair. Perhaps on Pabu where everyone is safe and stress-free? 💕

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Hunter

You wake with large hands gently caressing your body, warm lips on your shoulder.

Your eyes flutter open and Hunter is gazing at you, his fingers rubbing small circles on your hip, just above your panty line.

“Good morning, mesh’la.” He rumbled, his voice husky from sleep, and perhaps other thoughts that were formulating in his mind as he gazed upon your body.

His look was intense, your body flushing and reacting to his touch as he pressed a kiss to the side of your neck.

Hunter breathed in deeply, your scent electrifying him.

One hand slid up under your nightshirt to where your breasts lay, warm and supple under the graze of his fingertips.

You knew exactly what he wanted, he didn’t have to declare it.

You wanted it too.

You whispered his name, your eyes fighting to stay open, not from drowsiness, but from the sensation of his lips on your neck, now sucking gently at your skin, and the bliss from his calloused fingers slowly rolling your pebbled nipple.

Your panties were dampening, his hand now giving your other breast equal attention as his lips moved to yours, a slow languid kiss that perfectly matched the laziness of the morning.

You let out a breathy moan as you felt him press his hardened length against your thigh.

You turned on your side, letting him pull you back against his chest, pressing your ass against his hips as you spooned.

Hunter let out a low groan, bucking his hips into your plush ass, rubbing his cock against your clothed pussy.

Hunter brought a hand over your hip to your center, rubbing slow circles on your clothed clit, feeling the thin material dampen with every pass of his finger.

“So wet for me…” He breathed in your ear, bucking his hips into you again. “So good for me…”

“Hunter, please…” You didn’t need to say much more, he knew what you needed. He always did.

Hunter slipped his hand under your panties, his fingers slipping between your soaked folds, teasing your clit.

Hunter was basking in the scent of your arousal and the soft whimpers escaping your lips, reveling in the subconscious twitches of your body as his finger slipped inside your velvety entrance.

Hunter knew he couldn’t last much longer, needing to feel your soft walls clenching around his cock more and more with each passing second.

He slowly pumped his finger in and out, adding a second as you shuddered against his body.

With a growl, Hunter removed his fingers, shoving down your panties as he lined his cock up with your entrance.

You wiggled your ass, pressing yourself back up against him, slightly shifting your position on your side so he could guide himself in.

You both released a moan as he slid in without resistance.

You twisted your neck back to kiss him as he slowly fucked you, neither of you in a rush to get to your ends.

Hunter slid his hand up and down the side of your body, squeezing in reverence and grunting praises in your ear as he held you.

Feeling his strong body pressed up against yours, his hips moving in tandem with yours was enough for you.

Your body quivered as his thrusts became quicker, his breathing more shallow.

You knew he was close, even at your lazy pace.

Hunter brought a hand to your clit, rubbing quick circles, causing you to arch and mewl at the sudden, intense ecstasy.

“That’s right…” he panted quietly, “come for me, mesh’la.”

You came with a long moan of his name, clenching around his cock as his finger worked your clit, pleasure slowly rolling wave after wave through your body.

Hunter stilled and let out a shaky moan of your name, his cock pulsing and twitching as he filled you with his warmth.

Hunter buried his face into your hair, bringing one arm over you to lace his hand in yours.

You stayed spooning on your side, even as he softened inside of you.

Neither of you wanted to move, basking in the afterglow.

Hunter grunted as he finally slipped out of you, maneuvering you so you were facing him, pulling you into his chest.

“I love you.” He mumbled, his eyelids heavy, the warmth and softness of your body lulling him back into slumber.

“I love you too…” You whispered before falling back asleep in his arms.

Crosshair

You woke first, which was unusual.

Crosshair was generally an early riser, even after all this time.

Delicate sunlight peeked through the curtains, casting a glow on Crosshair’s slumbering form.

The sheets were at his waist, revealing his bare chest that rose and fell slowly.

He looked peaceful, and content, his entire being relaxed.

You smiled, enjoying this rare moment of vulnerability, not wanting to disturb him.

“See something you like?” He drawled, his eyes not opening.

Of course he’s awake.

You smiled, tracing a finger down his pectoral.

“I see a lot that I like.”

Crosshair hummed in response.

You pressed your lips to his collarbone, picking up on the subtle way his breath hitched as you did so.

Crosshair didn’t move, his eyes were still closed.

You began kissing down his body, slowly and with purpose.

Crosshair spent most of last night worshiping your body, always a giver.

It took both of you a long time to get to this point, being so openly vulnerable and letting yourselves be taken care of.

This morning, you wanted, no needed, to take care of him.

You loved how his abdominal muscles twitched under your lips, knowing exactly where his sensitive spots were, though he would never admit having such things.

You kissed down to the waistband of his sleep pants, now straddling his legs.

You gazed up at him, his eyes now open and watching you intently.

A bulge was forming under his pants, proof that he was enjoying your early morning ministrations.

You hooked a finger under the waistline, a tiny nod from him permitting you to keep going.

You pulled down his sleep pants, revealing his half-hard cock.

You kissed the side of his length, loving how soft and warm the skin felt as your tongue flicked out, gently licking the side and up to the head.

Crosshair grunted, his body twitching at the sensation.

You carefully took the head of his cock in your mouth, squeezing his base gently with your hand.

Crosshair gripped the sheets as you slowly bobbed up and down, in no rush to bring him to his end so quickly.

You loved feeling him become fully hard in your mouth, tasting his salty excitement on your tongue as you swirled it around his tip.

Wetness pooled in your core, your pussy throbbing at the quiet groans he was trying to suppress.

With a final long suck and gentle squeeze, you release his cock from your mouth.

Crosshair knew what you wanted, kicking off his sleep pants entirely as you flung your panties behind you.

You fully straddled him, rubbing your wet folds on his soaking cock.

Crosshair gripped your hips, grinding out your name.

“Need you,” you gasped, pressing his tip to your entrance.

Crosshair didn’t say it out loud, but the look in his eyes was telling you the same thing.

He needed you more than you’d ever know.

Crosshair cursed as you sunk on him, taking him fully.

You took a second to get used to the stretch, before slowly rocking your hips down on his.

Crosshair watched as your breasts and body jiggled with every move, your hands pressed to his chest for leverage.

You leaned down, Crosshair meeting you halfway to take your lips on his.

The kiss was fervent, deep, and passionate as your tongues danced, Crosshair matching your thrusts up against you.

You rode him like this for a while, riding him nice and slow, reeling at the sensation of lifting your hips and sliding back down, feeling every part of him filling you to the brim.

You captured one another’s moans, your hips moving beginning to move faster as you ground your clit down on his pelvis.

You moved your hands from his chest to grasp his hands near his head, his fingers weaved with yours.

Crosshair changed the angle of his hips, and based on the way you cried out his name against his mouth, he knew you were on the edge.

He was getting close too, not able to hold on much longer.

“Crosshair I—“

“Me too.”

A few more rolls of your hips and you fell over the precipice, your body shaking and Crosshair’s arms enveloped you, holding you as you quivered and rode out your blinding pleasure.

Pleasure only he could give you, and no one else.

The sensation and sounds of you climaxing rushed him to his end, squeezing you tighter as he came, your name mixed in with choked groans as he pumped you full of his hot release.

You collapsed on top of him, burying your face into his neck.

You sat like that for a moment, catching your breath.

“Good morning.” He mumbled, a smirk in his voice.

You lifted your head, smiling down at him.

“Oh, is it? Tell me, why is it such a good morning?” You teased.

Crosshair chuckled as you rolled off him, tucking yourself into his side.

“Because I have you,” Crosshair mumbled with such sudden sincerity, that you felt your heart do leaps in your chest.

His hand found yours, his lips ghosting your forehead as you lay together.

“I love you, too, Crosshair.”

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As Iron Sharpens Iron

"As iron sharpens iron, so one person sharpens another." Proverbs 27:17

Beta-read by @dragonrider9905

Chapter 1:

Previous // Next

Warnings: Jealousy. Brief mention of blood. Canon violence.

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You couldn't even look at her.

That thought alone made you sick to your stomach. The fact that you couldn't bear to look at a woman simply because she was interested in the same man that you were, made you want to cry.

Am I really that shallow? You thought bitterly as you slammed the hydrospanner into the damaged component of the landing gear you’d been trying to dislodge.

I can’t believe I was so stupid! You jammed the point of the tool violently into a crack, trying to pry it out. Of course he’d go for her. She was prettier than you - funnier too.

You closed your eyes, taking a deep breath.

Hunter is his own man. He likes someone else. Not a big deal.

Except for some reason, judging by the heavy ache in your chest, it was a big deal, no matter how much you tried to fool yourself into thinking that everything was fine.

The landing gear piece was still stuck fast. You set down the hydrospanner and picked up the plasma cutter.

This better kriffing work or I’ll have Tech up my ass for a month about it. Not to mention having to tell Hunter that I broke the ship. Again.

You ran your fingers over the healing scar on your cheek and looked at the carbon scoring around the piece that stuck fast, fused in place by laser fire.

A smile made its way across your face as you remembered how it all happened. You were providing cover fire so they'd have time to escape - more exposed than you'd like to be, but it wasn't anything you couldn't handle - until a stray shot hit the ship at just the right angle.

Hunter had tackled you to the ground, shielding you from the blast with his own body.

Despite the chaos around you, being in his arms felt safe.

“Don’t ever do that again!” It was meant to be an order but it felt different than any of the others he’d given over the past year. The way he’d taken your face into his hands, carefully examining the small, insignificant wound on your cheek. His face was unreadable but as you’d looked closer, his eyes were a whirlwind of relief that you hadn’t been hurt worse. There was something else there too - something that fed the hope hidden away in your core that your feelings toward him were reciprocated. He’d kept his hand on your arm as you stood up. They were strong, steady hands that kept you warm and stayed on your arm seconds longer than the moment demanded.

But then you’d found him in a closet with Phee’s sister only hours later at Cid’s parlour.

I’m so stupid. How could I have read him so wrong? What made me think I’d ever have a chance with a man like Hunter? You shook your head, angry at yourself for letting your guard down. For the first time since the beginning of the Clone Wars, you’d felt alive in a way that didn’t involve throwing yourself into violently dangerous situations. You felt at home with this band of misfit clones. You had finally allowed yourself to feel and acknowledge the emotions that came with it. Now you remembered why you hadn’t done that before. It was stupid and you would make sure that it wouldn’t happen again.

Finishing with the plasma cutter, you brought a wrench down hard with a loud clang. The piece barely moved an inch and you threw the tool down with a frustrated groan.

“You okay over there?” Phee poked her head around the corner, eyebrow raised.

“I’m good!” You grinned, hoping the faux smile would keep her from asking anymore questions. “Just trying to get this stubborn kriffing piece out so Tech can replace it when he gets back.”

Phee chuckled as you glared at the offending part. She walked over to the side of the ship, looking up and down at the stripped landing gear.

“Damn… what’d you guys get into this time?”

It was your turn to chuckle, grateful for the distraction from your spiraling negativity.

“That is a very complicated story,” Tech answered for you as he rounded the corner, “However, I do not currently have the time to tell it. We have another mission from Cid and should be leaving as soon as we’ve made our repairs.”

Good, you thought. Another mission might be just what you needed to get out of your head and back into the groove of things. Back to normal.

Tech stopped next to Phee in front of the landing gear, surveying the mess of tools and ship components. He frowned. “Although, it seems as though that may take a bit longer than I originally thought.”

He grabbed the hydrospanner from the ground by your feet and began prying at the piece you’d been working on. “I will fix this. You pick up the tools and get that carbon scoring off of those panels.”

Phee grinned as she began helping you scrape. “I love it when you get all bossy like that, Brown-Eyes.”

Tech’s cheeks darkened, the only indicator that he’d heard her at all.

You smirked. Tech and Phee were so different from each other. Her carefree sense of adventure and aptitude for playing fast and loose with the rules seemed opposite to Tech’s academic personality and rigid structure. But despite their differences, they seemed to bond over an innate sense of curiosity and wonder. They belonged together.

Like Hunter and I should be, you thought bitterly.

The silence that fell on the group as you worked was deafening. Every so often you caught Phee pausing to watch as Tech worked his magic with the repairs.

Tech remained oblivious, but found himself sending subtle glances towards her as she worked. Every glance felt like daggers through your chest. A reminder of what could have been yours.

“How’s it looking, Tech?” Hunter walked around the corner, setting a crate of explosives down for Wrecker to load onto the ship.

The knife you’d been using to scrape the panel suddenly felt heavy and clumsy in your hand. It slipped through your fingers as you frantically tried to catch it but failed as it hit the ground with a dull thud.

You gasped as a thin line of blood blossomed across your pointer finger and the palm of your hand.

“Kriff!” you grumbled under your breath. Hunter stepped forward quickly only to be intercepted by Phee who grabbed your injured hand, inspecting it.

“Eh, you’re fine,” she pulled a bacta patch from her pocket, quickly wrapping the injury as though she’d done it more than her fair share of times. “Be more careful with that next time,” she chided. You looked up expecting to see Hunter but he was gone.

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How would Hunter or Echo react to a s/o that gets flustered so easily! Like they even get all shy and bashful just holding hands XD

What’s Got You Blushing Like That?

Hunter X GN!Reader

word count: 821 words.

There was nothing more endearing to Hunter than seeing how you react upon him holding your hand.

warnings: Very fluffy, gender neutral reader, hand holding. Short and sweet 🤍

Authors note: thank you for the request.

Originally wrote December 2022, Rewritten October 2023.

Life had recently taken a turn for the better. You found so much solace and security among the Batchers, with a sufficient number of credits to sustain yourself in your pockets. Not to mention that the relentless stream of missions from Cid momentarily subsided. More importantly, you had developed a profound love for the Sergeant, and it seemed that the sentiment was mutual.

While your relationship wasn't exactly a well-kept secret within the group, public displays of affection were kept to a minimum. It mainly consisted of stolen kisses in private, flirtatious messages exchanged covertly, and the occasional playful remark in passing.

However, all of that changed during a visit to the bustling local marketplace on the planet you all touched down on. The air was filled with lively music and the cheerful bantering of the crowd, with no sign of any Imperials in sight. The peacefulness of the moment almost made you want to burst into song. As you stood next to Wrecker and Omega, admiring some intriguing knick-knacks at one of the stalls, you felt something slip into your hand. It was undeniably someone else's hand.

You looked down at the intertwined fingers and followed the wrist to see Hunter standing beside you, wearing a warm smile as he gazed down at you. "Is everything alright?"

Your heart raced as you blinked rapidly, and your cheeks ignited. "U-uh, yeah," you stammered, caught off guard.

He fixed his gaze on you with a pointed look and repeated, "Is everything alright?"

You could only blink in surprise once more, the sensation of his hand holding yours in public sent a thrill through you. Hunter had held your hand in private moments, but this public display of affection was unprecedented, especially in front of his sister and brothers. You quickly scanned the expressions of the others and it seemed that they hadn't picked up on it. "I'm... I'm fine," you finally managed to choke out. "Just fine."

Hunter raised an eyebrow, but wisely refrained from further comment, instead offering a reassuring squeeze of your hand as you moved on to the next stall where Echo and Crosshair were.

"Are you guys considering buying anything?" Hunter inquired, and you couldn't help but notice your heart rate increase, particularly when Crosshair leaned over his shoulder to look at both of you. His eyes flicked down to your intertwined hands, but he made no mention of it.

"I need a new scope for my rifle; it's starting to show some rust," Crosshair responded smoothly, his attention returning to the stall. Echo approached both of you and held up a small pouch. "I think this might come in handy for Omega," he noted, placing it in Hunter's outstretched hand. As Hunter inspected the pouch, your gaze remained fixed on Echo, who met your eyes and smiled knowingly.

Hunter felt your hand grow slightly sweaty against his, and he side-eyed you, a hint of smugness in his expression at your reaction. He knew you weren't uncomfortable; otherwise, you would have said so. Instead, he could tell you were flustered.

"She'll appreciate it. Thanks, Echo," Hunter handed the pouch back to his teammate and playfully nudged your shoulder. "Want to take a walk somewhere, cyare?" He said audibly, using the term of endearment in front of Echo and now Tech, who had arrived with his own purchases.

Words failed you as you tried to compose a coherent sentence, your cheeks ablaze. Hunter led you away from the group, finding a quiet spot where the two of you could enjoy each other's company a bit more.

Hunter's voice was soft as he turned to you, his gaze equally tender. "So," he said, "what's got you blushing like that?"

You couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed by your own reaction. "I wasn't aware you wanted to do that in public," you admitted, a mixture of surprise and delight dancing in your eyes.

He raised an eyebrow, turning to face you as you both came to a stop. "Hold your hand?" he clarified.

You nodded, and he chuckled, raising his free hand to gently caress your cheek, his thumb lightly tracing its contours. "I could kiss you too, if you'd like that," he said with a teasing purr, drawing closer, his eyes locked on yours. "Or would you be too flustered?" It was a playful remark, a hint of the intimacy he shared with you in private.

Once more, warmth tingled in your cheeks, and your ears flushed. "Hunter," you softly hummed, your bashfulness apparent in your eyes.

Seeing the adoration in your eyes, Hunter needed no further encouragement. He sealed the deal, his lips meeting yours. A soft sigh escaped his lips as he gently cradled the back of your neck, and you melted into the kiss, a smile tugging at your lips as you pressed against him.

You couldn't help but think that life was indeed, pretty good.

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imabeautifulbutterfly · 1 year

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It’s Over - Pt. 7A (Hunter)

Summary: Hunter and Myri enjoy the gala - Part 1. That’s right it’s a two-parter!

A/N: Hello Lovelies,

I know this series was over, however I had a special request on AO3 and it strangely fell in line with this week’s episode of Bad Batch, which I just finished watching! LOL.

I hope you all enjoy this addition.

Love oo. Working on Gym Membership, hoping to have that posted maybe next week or the week after; and I’m still working on the new Bond fic.

Love oo.

Warnings: Mentions of battles, fighting, angst, fluff, mentions of liquor, insults, hurt feelings, accidental domineering attitude, making decisions for others, arguments, I think that’s it. If I miss any warnings, please let me know.

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Hunter stood beside the bar, waiting for his, Myri’s and Omega’s drink, he was surprised to see there were a few kids attending the Gala. It made him smile seeing how much fun Omega was having running around and dancing with some of the other kids. His eyes glanced from Omega to Myri, she was sitting at their table talking with Lurwa and Tala, joking and laughing.

Watching her sitting there made his heart swell, to know that this was their family. After all the pain, he and his vode had been through, they finally had a chance to be happy, to live a normal life.

Myri’s eyes locked with Hunter’s, he couldn’t help smile from ear to ear when they locked eyes.

“Your drinks, sir” the droid behind him pulled him from his musings, he nodded his thanks, taking the three drinks and heading towards their table. He placed Myri’s drink in front of her, his smile still present.

As he took his seat, he shifted closer to her, chuckling as she leaned against him. Holding the drink up to Omega, catching her eyes, she nodded in understanding and continued dancing with one of the Senators’ daughters. Hunter wasn’t quite sure which one it was, but he thought it was the Senator from Pantora.

“What’s got you smiling, Hunt?” Lurwa asked as she took a swig from the remnants of her drink.

“Just thinking”

“About?” Tala prompted, raising her eyebrow.

He chuckled, “About how things have changed. Not just the end of the war, but even us, all of us.” He looked at Myri, placing a kiss on her forehead, “Us specifically.”

“When did you two become an item? I was under the impression you two had been dating for a while, but Wrecker told me it only recently happened” Lurwa clarified.

“Oh well, you can blame the delay on this one” Myri motioned to Hunter.

“Excuse me, it takes two my dear” he joked as he wrapped his arm around her.

“That it does” she giggled as she leaned into him.

“So… how did it happen?” Tala asked, her hands propped under her chin, waiting in anticipation for the story.

Myri simply looked at Hunter, smirking, “Well you might as well tell it, since it was your fault.”

“Fine, but you owe me cyar’ika. Anyway, what happened was …

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Tech stood in the middle of a now deserted battleground, scorches of blaster residue, along with droid parts littering the field around the five of them.

He stood beside Echo focusing on the transmission he was receiving, now that the danger had been exterminated. He was focusing on making sure the information he was hearing and reading was accurate.

Echo tried and failed several times to gain his attention, it was as though the world around him had stopped existing. He was grateful the fighting had finished, otherwise Tech would’ve been the first to be picked off. Regardless, they needed to keep moving, he finally, resolved to pushing Tech’s arm to get his attention, “Tech, what’s going on? What’s got you so engrossed?”

“It’s over”

It was all he muttered, as he stood there, trying to comprehend the weight of what it meant. Wrecker, Crosshair, and Hunter stopped in their tracks, at what they thought they had heard.

Hunter wondered if what he heard was correct, “What did you say?”

“It’s over. The war. It’s over.”

“How? Did they capture General Grievous?” Wrecker asked, completely forgetting the droid he had ripped in two still in his hands, the battle from a moment ago was now a distant memory, as it been brushed out of their minds at the news.

“It’s not very clear they are saying …” Tech stopped as he straightened at listening to the news, “well that is quite interesting. It appears General Kenobi and General Skywalker have killed Supreme Chancellor Palpatine.”

“Isn’t that treason?” Crosshair’s skepticism ringing through.

“That doesn’t matter right now. What does matter, is what’s happening now. Have they said anything with regards to standing down or proceeding with the ops currently in progress?” Hunter stated, focusing back on the task at hand.

Echo shifted doing his best to focus on the here and now, despite the concern he felt for his former General.

“Nothing is clear at the moment”

“Until we hear confirmation one way or another we have a job to finish. Everyone, get your head back on the mission. We have remnant droids that need to be dealt with. Execute plan Delta 22-Bravo.” Everyone nodded, as they headed towards their assignment, Hunter shifted away from the group, heading towards the rows of trees, where the droids had disappeared to; as much as the speech may have been for his vode, it was just as an important reminder for himself. His mind needed to be focused on his task and not on the possibility of the war ending, and what it could mean for him. For them. For everyone.

“What do you think is up with him?” Wrecker leaned over and asked Echo, the only response he received was a quirked eyebrow. “Is it because of Myri?”

“Wrecker” Crosshair called out, motioning to him to follow the way he was heading. There was no need to guess what was on Hunter’s mind, after all they’d all been there for the explosive argument between Hunter and Medic Myri Kambe.

Myri was interesting enough, she clearly cared about them, they could tell that from the first time they met her, she’d been one of the few medics on Kamino that actually treated them with respect and kindness.

Before they even realized she had seeped into their hearts, she became their vod’ika, they all admired and treasured her, however with Hunter there was definitely something more. Though he denied it every chance he had.

In Wrecker’s word the argument between the two had been absolutely epic, it was a song and dance of their feelings, that everyone knew except for the two of them.

It wasn’t long before they were heading back to the Marauder, receiving instructions to head back to Kamino, apparently everyone was being recalled, for some sort of mandatory general assembly.

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“Were you waiting with doe eyes, hoping for Prince Charming to arrive?” Tala chuckled.

“Hardly, I was swamped with paperwork, after all the craziness that happened with the announcement of Palpatine dying, I hardly had a moment to breathe.”

“She was in the middle of a report when we found her on Kamino” Hunter clarified.

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Myri was finishing up her report for General Shaak-Ti, after the chaos that had been the past few days, reports were being prioritized. Everyone, was on edge and yet relieved as well. It was making Kamino feel like a ticking time bomb.

She glanced around the room, she tried to remember since she first stepped on to Kamino when were there so little casualties, her mind was lost in thought when the door to med slid open. The sound pulling her out of her musings, she looked over to see her favourite group of guys walking in.

“MYRI!” Wrecker’s booming voice echoed off the med walls, within an instant she stood, rushing over to them, shushing him, glancing around to make sure no one was woken by the boisterous vod.

Wrecker at the same time chuckled, picking her up in his best big brother hug. Squeezing her as tight as possible without hurting her.

“Sorry” he whispered, well what qualified as a whisper for Wrecker, placing her down on the ground as gently as possible.

Crosshair simply nodded a hello, his toothpick shifting from one side to the next.

Echo smiled before shifting his eyes away, still uncomfortable with the droids around the med room, and Tech was adjusting his goggles ready to tell her about everything that happened on their last mission and what new things he learned.

Hunter was the only one who didn’t have any sort of reaction, he simply stood in the back of the group, keeping his distance. He wanted to reach out, to be all jokey with her, but something kept him from fully opening up to her. Their last fight simply amplified how much he hated the distance he seemed to have created between them.

“Oh” Myri clapped her hands, as quietly as possible directing her attention to Wrecker and Echo, lowering her voice, “I was requested to inform the both of you” she pointed to them, “there are some special guests waiting for the two of you specifically, in hangar bay 342-A. I believe they said their mission was partly successful, they needed their welcome home kiss to make it truly successful.”

Before she could even finish Wrecker took off like his kit was on fire, waving and shouting a thank you over his shoulder abandoning his vode without a second thought.

Echo simply shook his head, thanking her properly on behalf of the both of them before following Wrecker’s path, pretending to walk calmly until he was out of sight and then running at full speed.

“What’s so special about the hangar bay?” Cross sneered out

“Tala and Lurwa are waiting for them there”

“Tala’s here?” He looked surprised.

“Mmhmm, they finished their assignment and came here directly” Myri answered somewhat absentmindedly as she moved around the room, organizing . She was doing her best to avoid Hunter, their argument still fresh in her mind.

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“Wait, what was the argument you guys had?” Lurwa looked from Myri to Hunter.

“You never told them?” Hunter asked as his hand intertwined with hers.

“No. I was very angry, they were off on missions, and I didn’t exactly want to talk about you.”

“Fair enough” he muttered, raising her hand to his lips, placing the gentlest kiss he could muster, “So what happened was …”

“No. Let me tell this one” Myri smirked, as she looked at him.

“All yours”

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The med room felt crowded as Myri walked in after dealing with an injury in one of the training rooms the cadets were using. Omega who had stuck by her side as her med assistant for the day, glanced around smiling as she saw the Bad Batch on each of the med beds, a scowl on each of their faces, clearly none of them wanted to be there.

Myri simply chuckled to herself, it was time for their routine physical after fifty missions. It wasn’t mandatory for anyone, just the Bad Batch.

“Alright boys, I guess it’s that time again, the joys of your physicals. I want to say thank you for coming willingly and not forcing me to hunt you guys down.”

They all simply nodded, they uneasiness of being there affecting each one of them differently. “So who wants to be first?”

Echo simply chuckled, “Good luck” he muttered as he focused on his scomp arm, tweaking it till it felt right.

Tech was too focused on his datapad to really pay attention to anything happening.

Wrecker was busy fixing up the 99 skull mark on his helmet.

Crosshair was polishing his gun, and Hunter was fiddling with his knife.

“I know, you guys hate it, but the faster we get to this, the faster you can go back to your bunks and relax, right?”

“Come on it won’t be as bad as you think” Omega chimed in, Wrecker turned to look at her.

“Omega!” He chuckled as he ran and picked her up, tossing her on to his shoulder, as though it had been the most natural thing for the two of them.

“Wrecker, I have to show you this new move Myri taught me”

“Ohhh, like what…”

“Omega” Myri called her, “We have to focus on the physicals first, then you can show Wrecker what I showed you”

“Yes, Myri” Omega tapped Wrecker’s shoulder, motioning for him to let her down. He begrudgingly put her down, and rolled his eyes. Omega sniffled a laugh, as she moved to stand beside Myri.

“Alright, I know this isn’t fun for anyone, but let’s get this through quickly, who wants to go first?”

Silence lingered in the room for longer then it probably should’ve, Echo stood clearing his throat, “I’ll go first,” she nodded moving to the cubicle he was in, Omega following behind her, they turned on the private screen, going through each process, it was about twenty minutes later when he was all done. They walked out, Omega with a giant smile on her face, “Alright Omega, what do we do when we have an excellent patient?”

She simply chuckled as she ran to Myri’s desk and pulled out a small piece of candy, giving it to Echo, whose eyes examined it carefully with care, “It’s not a bomb Echo” Myri let out exhausted. Every time Echo had to examine it from all sides, smell it, squeeze it, and then slowly unwrap the candy. “It’s a hard candy, tastes like Meiloorun.”

Hunter sat there catching glimpses of Myri as often as he could without being conspicuous, Crosshair had stood and headed to sit beside his vod, while she focused on Wrecker’s physical, “You stare at her anymore, and she’ll be burned into your cornea”

“I’m not staring at her”

“Correct” Tech chimed in, “You are not staring, you are glancing every chance you have.”

“You are both wrong”

“Why don’t you just admit it?” Echo asked as he moved over closer to the other three, keeping his voice down along with theirs.

“There’s nothing to admit”

“Are you sure about that?” Crosshair motioned to Myri, who had stepped out of the room with Wrecker smiling from ear to ear, as Omega told him in detail the procedures Myri had taught her.

“Alright who’s next?”

“Hunter” Cross spoke up.

“Tech should be next, he was electrocuted briefly on the last mission”

“I am perfectly fine”

“I’ll be the judge of that” Myri stated, motioning for Tech to follow her.

“What’re we talkin’ about?” Wrecker glanced among his brothers, as they all had their eyes focused on Hunter.

“The fact that he” Echo motioned towards Hunter, “should just admit what he feels”

“OH! For Myri!”

“Shhhh! Keep your voice down!” Hunter chastised, “There is nothing to admit, do I respect her? Yes. Do I believe she’s an excellent medic? Without a doubt. Do I view her as anything more? No. Now let’s move on.” Hunter stood, moving away from his swarming brothers, only to turn around and find them following him.

“Don’t do that” Cross spoke, “There’s a chance you can be happy with the person you have feelings for, don’t act stupid by not talking to her about it.” He did his best to avoid Echo’s eyes, despite the fact they had both moved on from the night Cross had confessed his feelings to Tala, there was still tension between the two of them.

“If there were feelings, sure” Hunter stated, “However, why would I like someone who is as unappealing as her? Why you guys find her so attractive is beyond me? Myri is annoying, way too happy, and overbearing when it comes to her diagnosis. There is no way anyone in their right mind would look at her with any sort of affection.”

“Is that so?” Myri’s voice cut into the group who had been too focused on their brother to hear the sounds of their footsteps, or Tech’s constant coughing and clearing of his throat to announce their presence.

The group parted leaving Hunter to stand alone and face Myri, there was a disappointed look on her face. Her eyes held the pain she felt from his criticism of her, she simply cleared her throat and motioned for Cross to follow her. The silence that followed as Hunter waited for his turn for his physical, and for the proverbial axe to fall on his neck made a twenty minute exam feel like an eternity.

“Well you all appear very healthy and you are all good to go” Myri turned to head to her office.

Omega was about to chime in that Hunter hadn’t been examined yet, however before she could open her mouth Tech spoke up.

“Hunter hasn’t been examined yet?”

Myri stopped in her tracks and turned to look at Hunter, her eyes narrowing in on him, “Oh, I’m sure there’s nothing but a good nights rest won’t fix, after all who would want an annoying, overbearing, and extremely friendly medic to care for them. I’m sure if there is anything injured or about to fall off, one of you or one of the many other medics can take care of it?”

“Myri…” Hunter stepped forward, panic setting in his heart, “I …”

“You …” her foot tapped against the floor as the anger pushed and coursed its way through every fibre of her being, “You what? You’re annoyed that I’m not doing my job? Or do you find my refusal to be overbearingly difficult to move on from? Or I know maybe I’m just not worthy of anyone to look upon me in any fond manner?”

“You don’t understand…”

“Oh, I don’t understand? No. No. You seem to think that just because I’m not out in the field, or just because I’m a medic I should have to tolerate your abuses, and derogatory remarks. Let me explain something to you, I’m happy because I enjoy my work. I try my best to be friendly with everyone in this godforsaken place because at least once in everyone’s life they can look back at our interactions with fondness, and it might be the only happy memory they have, while they’re out fighting for some stupid ridiculous reason. Overbearing? I make sure to do my job to the best of my abilities, and that includes making sure that each and every one of my patients follow through on their remedies. Have I ever treated you with any kind of disrespect?”

Silence filled the room, Omega was uncomfortable with the tension that was filling every corner and did her best to hid behind Wrecker.

“Answer me!”

“No” Hunter let out barely audible.

“Have I ever made you feel that somehow I was mocking you? That you were unworthy of being valued or viewed as a decent person?”

“No” once again his answer was barely audible.

“Then why? Why do you think it’s okay to talk about me like that behind my back? And in my own med!”

He didn’t answer, the guilt and shame he felt for avoiding the real issue ate away at him, he wanted to apologize, to say so many things he should have but before he got the words right, she walked away, calling Omega to follow her over her shoulder.

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Lurwa and Tala simply sat there with wide eyes as they looked at Hunter, neither saying anything for the better part of a minute.

“I’m sorry” Tala cleared her throat, “You said what!”

“Oh hunny, I know you must have had a screw loose at that moment; and you best be glad you did not speak to me in that way, just ask Wrecker if you have any doubt.”

“Trust me, I regretted it the moment I opened my mouth and looked into Myri’s eyes; I regretted it every second of every day.”

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Hunter cleared his throat getting Crosshair’s attention motioning over his shoulder, Cross simply smirking, understanding his vod better than most, he nodded as he flicked Tech’s elbow. Without any further, the two slinked out without making a noise.

Hunter had his helmet in his hand, fidgeting with the rim of his helmet, doing his best to muster up the courage to speak. They hadn’t spoken since their argument.

He sent numerous data streams apologizing for his disrespect and for the hurt he caused her. He tried comming her, sending holomessages, even a written letter on flimsy he entrusted to an injured trooper, each medium he used was left unanswered. The only response he had received was the confirmation of delivery, whether it was read or not was beyond his scope of knowledge, and he didn’t want to go to Tech asking him to hack into her system to see whether she’d read them.

“Tech you were going to tell me about what you had discovered on your mission” she asked over her shoulder as she went to grab a datapad she needed Tech to look over.

“Unfortunately, Tech and Cross took off.”

She didn’t respond, simply remained as still as possible at his statement, she hadn’t expected them to leave her alone with Hunter.

He cleared his throat, shifting his weight from side to side, trying to find a way to break the ice between them “I imagine things have been crazy the last week, since the news of Supreme Chancellor Palpatine dying was announced.”

Myri stopped what she was doing. Closing her eyes, listening to his voice, it was the one voice she could easily identify amongst a sea of voices. She’d be lying if she said her heart never skipped a beat for him, from the moment she met him, he held a special place in her heart. From the way he looked after Omega, his brothers, and even the few times he’s stepped in to take care of her, every time his actions would chip away another layer of the wall she had put up to guard herself.

Hearing him say all those things about her, just as they got back from an assignment, hurt a lot more than she ever could’ve imagined. They hadn’t seen her for almost 132 rotations, and the first thought that came into his mind were words that cut to the bone. It hurt even more when they were given another assignment just as soon as they were medically cleared. He hadn’t even tried to apologize or offer up an explanation before he left, he didn’t even attempt to see her.

She didn’t respond to his statement, for what was there to say, of course things were crazy. Why wouldn’t they be?

Hunter let out a sigh hoping to get some reaction out of her, “Are you going to the general assembly they called for tomorrow?”

She gave a simple nod, it was a mandatory assembly, of course she would go, why did she need to explain more?

“I imagine things might be different after tomorrow” Hunter wanted to finish the sentence by saying ‘between the two of us,’ but that would’ve been overstepping. Although, he allowed his mind to wonder about the possibility, could there be a time in the future when he could just tell her the truth about what he felt?

She didn’t respond, simply moving around the room, doing her best not to look at him.

He placed the helmet on the table beside him, he took in a deep breath and clenched his hands by his side hoping to actually say the words he needed to. Why this was so difficult for him, was baffling his mind completely.

“I know you are incredibly angry with me right now” Hunter ran his fingers through his hair, at least he got something out, “there are not enough words in any language to truly convey how deeply sorry I am for what I said that day.”

She shuffled over to her storage cabinet, doing her best to appear not to be affected by his words, however, the truth was she didn’t want Hunter to see her face, it was a mixture of anger and pain, as the welled up tears forced their way to the surface.

“You don’t have to say anything” he offered quickly, regardless of how much he wanted to hear her voice, to hear her laugh, to see her eyes shine the way they did when she only looked at him; he was the one at fault and the one that needed to make amends, not her. “I know I hurt you, the minute I said those horrible things I knew it was a mistake. I’ve been regretting it since the moment my mouth opened and all of it came spilling out.”

‘Then why did you say them?’ Was the question she wanted to ask but no matter how hard she tried to open her mouth, her jaw wouldn’t cooperate. She braced herself against the counter, letting her head drop between her shoulders, if Hunter was watching her, as she imagined he was, he’d known how much pain she really was in.

There were many things she realized after that day, first no matter how much she admired him, he clearly didn’t feel the same way about her. He respected her for her skill and that was about it. The second thing she realized was the fact she actually had feelings for him, not just a crush as she kept trying to fool herself, but real genuine feelings. The final thing, there was no way anything could possibly happen between the two of them.

“A few things have become clear to me since that day” he took in a deep breath and took one step towards her, though he couldn’t see her face, his senses could tell she was crying, seeing her shoulders so tense, and the fact she completely gave up the pretence of working. The pain he felt in his heart was no where near close to the pain she was feeling at the moment, he knew he was the only one to blame for all of it. “First, I realized what a collasal sheb (ass) I’ve been, as Crosshair likes to remind me.”

He took another step towards her, “That day the guys were harassing and hounding me to my wits end about …” he wondered if this was a good a time as any to confess what was lurking in his heart, what had been more than lurking, it had set up base camp, made a home and overwhelmed his heart completely.

“About?” Myri’s voice was low and quivering as she mustered up the energy to utter at least one word.

Hunter’s heart swelled at hearing her voice, maybe he was jumping the gun a little, but at least at that moment she had finally began to open up, she finally started to acknowledge not only his presence but what he was saying.

“About you”

Myri let out a light gasp, her head raised at his two words, she still wasn’t ready to look at him, but she was ready to a least hear what he had to say.

“You see …” he took another step forward, closing the distance between the two of them, “for a long time, I refused to admit something that was painfully obvious to everyone else. It wasn’t because I was ashamed …” he shifted a little before he took another step, “it’s because I was scared, and they were doing their best, in their own overbearing way, to help me realize I had nothing to be scared about.”

She wanted to hear him talk, to listen the timber of his voice, but right now she needed him to get to the point, she wiped away the tears that escaped down her cheek, “What are you talking about?”

“I’m talking about how I felt about you since the moment I met you. What I said, what I called you …” Hunter let out a deep sorrowful sigh as he took another step closer, “I didn’t mean any of it, it’s not an excuse and I know it’s a poor apology, but the truth is I was scared admitting my feelings for you. Which is why I choose to hide what I really felt. I thought if I was cruel enough, then my vode would leave me alone; then you wouldn’t …”

Myri shifted her head slightly to catch a glimpse of him standing three feet away from her, she wondered when he had moved that close to her, his hair looked a mess, his eyes were full of sadness, regret and pain.

“I wouldn’t?”

“Wouldn’t have learned about how I felt, how I’ve always felt, and you wouldn’t have needed to reject me, I wouldn’t have needed to hear you tell me though you appreciate my friendship, you simply couldn’t give me your heart.”

She fully turned to face him, disbelief and shock written across her face, he actually had feelings for her? What the what! She shook her head, running her hands over her face, trying to understand what kind of nonsense he had in his head.

“Are you an idiot?” The words flew out of her mouth before she could even stop them, she cleared her throat, wiping away a tear that had still remained, “What I meant to say was, what do you want me to say? What do you want from me? To forgive? To understand what you are trying to say? To just agree with you? To dismiss what you said? What do you want for me to do?”

Hunter couldn’t quite meet her eyes, no matter how much he wanted to look into them, “Nothing”

“Excuse me?”

“I don’t want anything from you”

She bit her lip keeping herself from screaming her head off at the man, “Let me get this straight” she held up her hand, not so much as telling him to stop, but rather to calm herself down, “you are just making decisions for the both of us.”

“I’m not making decisions”

“Oh no?” Myri took a step forward, “You told me you had feelings for me, but you don’t want me to know, don’t want me to react, don’t want me to accept you. Isn’t that in itself making a decision for me?”

“No”

“Explain that to me, exactly how is that not making a decision?”

He let out a deep sigh, “I have a right not to tell you about my own feelings, Kambe. I also have a right not to listen to the rejection. I knew you’d reject me, I knew you’d wouldn’t want me, so what more is there to say?”

Myri shook her head scoffing at his statement, “You really are an arrogant sheb as Cross says”

“Cross?” Hearing his brother’s name on her lips irritated him, even though he knew he had no right to feel irritated, she wasn’t his. She wasn’t anything. Just their medic.

“Yeah, Cross told me how much of an arrogant jackass you can be at times, especially when it has to do with your own opinion on matters. You always think you know what’s the best thing for everyone, don’t you. Wether that’s for your vode, for yourself, for me, even for Omega, right? Well let me explain something to you” Myri took another step closer only about an arms length away from him, “that’s not how the real world works. You don’t just get to tell me something and then expect me to go along with your own decisions and actions, without the opportunity to speak or give you my opinion on the situation. You don’t get to call me names, say hurtful things about me, because you’re too scared to realize that there’s the possibility of a future in front of you, and you certainly don’t get to come back and apologize to me, telling me that at the end you want nothing from me. I am allowed to express my feelings too, and I’m allowed to tell you that I thought you were the most amazing person I had ever met. I thought you were everything I could’ve wanted in a partner, someone who was willing to listen, to step up, to look after all of us, and yet when I needed you to look after me the most, to give me a chance to actually voice my opinion you shut me down!”

“Thought I was everything?”

“Yeah” Myri’s voice went quiet, “thought you were everything.”

Hunter couldn’t believe what he heard, she had feelings for him, she wanted him as much as he wanted her, how could he have gotten it so wrong. He took a step forward, reaching his hand out to her, hoping he could find some way back from the giant Wrecker-sized mistake he just made. However, before he could even reach her, Myri took a step back.

“Myri?”

She shook her head, “I need … I need space and I need time to … to decide if you are still what I want. If I want to be with someone who doesn’t take any of my opinions and feelings into consideration. I just need space.”

Hunter simply nodded, he turned, picked up his helmet and walked out of the med cursing himself all the way back to the bunker. Why didn’t he listen to his brothers! Why hadn’t he just express his feelings without the idea of trying to control everything!

As soon as he walked in to the barracks, he tossed his helmet on to the communal table and hurling himself on to his bunk, throwing his arm over his eyes. He wanted to be alone and yet he didn’t. He wanted to be comforted and didn’t want anyone to talk to him.

His brothers shot glances to one another, wandering if any one of them would get up and speak to Hunter. Tech glanced around, and was getting ready to stand up and move away from his current project, when Crosshair shook his head ‘no,’ and stood from his seat. He slowly moved over to his brother’s bunk, leaning his forearm against the top, shifting the toothpick in his mouth from one side to the other.

“Take it, it didn’t go well?”

Hunter shifted his arm, glaring at his brother, “Crosshair, you have five seconds to move away from this bunk”

“Listen, you can’t take it that hard. After all you weren’t exactly going to be opening up your arms for her, were you?”

“Cross, final warning!”

Echo came over, pushing Cross away, “Give it time, Hunter. Explain how you truly feel, explain how you acted rashly and without thought.”

“That’s not the issue”

“Then what is?”

“I didn’t give her a chance to be with me, and now … now she may never want to be with me.”

“Then remind her, that she should be with you. Show her that you made a horrible mistake and all you want is to be my her side.”

Hunter moved his arm away completely, “How?”

“Give her a few days, after the announcement tomorrow, tell her exactly how you feel, not what you expect, not what you think you should expect, just what you feel. Tell her the decision is hers with how she wants to proceed between the two of you.”

“What if she doesn’t want me?”

“Then that’s the consequence you have to bear due to your actions. You’re a great leader, Hunter, but you can’t always assume you know what’s best for everyone. Be open and honest, don’t be a Sergeant, be you. I’m sure she’ll come around.”

Echo patted Hunter’s shoulder, and headed out of the bunk room to meet Tala.

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zoeykallus · 5 months

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Hello Zoey

First , I wanted to tell you again that I love the stories you gave us , thank you , really , you're one of the few who can make me forget time when I'm reading 👌❤️

It's my first request so I'm sorry if it's a bit clumsy 😅

I had an idea , imagine that after a mission the reader is so tired that they took the first bunk they saw but it's not their's , how would the batchers react ? x)

Aloha!

Very happy to read this! 😊 Thank you so much!

There is a first time for everything. Don't worry, there is nothing clumsy about it. I think I got it. So pre Relationship, but with already growing yet unspoken feelings? At least that would be my guess. Let me see, this could be fun 😁🤭

The Bad Batch x Reader HCs - Sleepy Mix-Ups

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Warnings: None I guess/SFW/Fluff

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Hunter

He almost threw his equipment at you. At the last moment, he sees you lying in his bunk and just manages to stop himself. Hunter is puzzled, raises his eyebrows questioningly and looks at you for a moment. A small smile twitches at the corners of his mouth. You look kind of cute lying there in his bunk. He sighs softly and looks around, his gaze falling on your actual bunk. He walks towards it, takes off his equipment, and even before he lies down in it, he smells it. The bedding and the pillow smell of your shampoo, your perfume, of you. A strange, warm shiver runs through his entire body. Hunter looks back over his shoulder to his own bunk, where you are slumbering blissfully. He knows the scent of you will keep him awake for a while, make him woozy. He feels a tingling restlessness under his skin, a silent longing for more of what reaches his nose, more of you. Hunter lies down anyway, the other bunks are occupied, and he doesn't want to wake you. He lies awake half the night and dreams of you await him in his sleep, some gentle, some wild. When he wakes up, his heart is beating fast, his pulse racing as if he has just experienced a pleasantly exciting adventure.

He grins a little stupidly to himself and flinches when he hears your voice. "Sorry, I must have gotten the wrong bunk last night because I was so tired." Hunter clears his throat, straightens up and says with a wink, "It's no problem" He looks nervous and a little shaky, you have no idea why, but as he leaves the room to use the refresher, you don't give it a second thought.

Echo

He stands in front of his bunk and looks down at you. He scratches his chin uncertainly with the scomp link. Echo doesn't really know what to do, he doesn't really want to wake you up, you look so peaceful and relaxed. The day has been hard and exhausting for all of you. He holds his hand over his mouth as he yawns. Tired, he rubs his eyes a moment later. His gaze wanders to your bunk and back again. Echo doesn't quite know whether he should just lie down. You've probably made a mistake out of tiredness, if he were to just lie down in your bed now, he would feel like an intruder. Even if the thought of lying on your pillow, which certainly smells like you, is incredibly tempting. Echo sighs softly, sits down on the floor next to his bunk where you are lying and leans against it. It's anything but cozy, but he's tired enough to fall asleep after a short time sitting up, his head resting halfway on the edge of the bunk. He wakes up when something brushes against his head. The blanket you covered yourself with. You move, it's early morning, you're still half asleep when you see Echo looking at you over the edge of the bunk.

You blink several times, a little startled. "Echo? What are you doing down there?" He straightens up a little awkwardly, his back aching a little from the position he's been sleeping in. He smirks wryly and says, "Well, you occupied my bed, so I had to improvise" You rub the sleep from your eyes and look around the bunk. Echo is right, this is not your bedding, not your bunk. Heat rises in your cheeks, and you stare at him. Others might be angry, but Echo just smiles at you. "Why didn't you just use my bunk?" you ask, confused. Echo shrugs, scratches the back of his head uncertainly and says, "Well, I don't know, I didn't want to just do it without being asked" You laugh softly. "But Echo, I climbed into your bed without being asked" Wrecker in the background, still half asleep himself, grins at you from his bunk, "Echo just wished you'd done it while he was in there"

Echo's eyes widen and his heart races. He feels he has been caught, but grumbles at his brother, "Would you please keep your comments to yourself?" When he looks at you again, you both smile shyly, barely able to meet each other's gaze.

Wrecker

He looks into his bunk, puzzled. Wrecker wasn't expecting this. A little unsettled, he scratches the back of his head and looks around. Everyone else is already asleep, or about to fall asleep. His huge figure stands bent over you next to the bunk you're lying in, his bunk. Normally you would probably have woken up just from the feeling of being watched, by his presence, but you're so wiped out today, probably not even a bomb would wake you up. Wrecker's bunk is bigger than the standardized bunks, because he himself is also bigger than the norm among soldiers, so you should have noticed that alone, but you didn't. He looks over to your bunk, the only one that is still empty and much smaller than he is used to. You mumble something in your sleep. A smile spreads across his face. He was actually toying with the idea of waking you up, but you look so cute, he can't bring himself to do it. Wrecker heads for your bunk, gets ready for bed, and squeezes himself in. When you wake up the next morning, it takes a moment, but you realize you're in the wrong bunk. "Oops," you mumble quietly, straighten up and look around. Everyone is still asleep.

Wrecker is lying in your bunk. He can't stretch out his legs, he's curled up like a fetus, his knees sticking out over the edge of the bunk. It looks uncomfortable, but also adorable. You slip out of bed and quietly walk over to him. You gently nudge him a few times until he opens his eyes. "Hey, big guy," you whisper to him. He blinks, finally grins at you and mumbles back, "Mornin' sweetheart" "Sorry about the bunk, I was so tired I didn't realize which bunk I was in," you say apologetically. Wrecker peels himself out of the too-small bunk and says with a shrug, "It's okay, it can happen" You are relieved that he takes it so lightly. He adds, "Your bunk is pretty tiny, but it smells damn good" You smile shyly and feel your cheeks heat up.

Tech

He almost sits down on you because he is so engrossed in his holopad. At the last moment, he realizes that his bunk is already occupied. Tech lowers the holopad and stares at you silently, as if he could wake you up with his gaze alone. His brow furrowed, he looks at his bunk and wonders how you could have mistaken it. The walls are scrawled with drawings and calculations he made at some point, it's hard to miss. Were you really that tired? He reaches out for you, but just above your arm, his hand stops, he holds it there uncertainly in the air for a while, undecided whether to wake you or not. Actually, this is his bunk, Tech thinks, you shouldn't sleep in it. But there's another thought, a feeling. Because you are sleeping in his bed, you are very close to him in a way. In the morning, his pillow will certainly smell of you. A part of him that he doesn't really understand at the moment, likes that, a lot. He stands there for a long time, the datapad in his hand, watching you. Echo whispers softly over the snoring of the others, "Why don't you go to their bunk, the staring is getting creepy" Tech blinks, startled, and turns to his brother.

He whispers back, "But this is my bunk" Echo sighs and says a little impatiently, "They were extremely tired, I'm sure it was an accident. Now just let them sleep and lie down in their bunk" Tech walks to your bunk, stares at it for a while, then finally lies down. It feels very different, strange, but somehow also pleasant. It smells good, although foreign, but at the same time familiar, because it smells like you. Lost in thought, he begins to paint the walls of the bunk with drawings and calculations. When he falls asleep, Tech still has the pen in his hand and your smell in his nose. It feels like he's falling asleep in your arms and all night long, Tech has a little smile on his lips. When he wakes up, it's still night, and you're already standing next to his bunk. "Sorry," you say quietly. Tech needs a moment to collect himself, the fog of sleep hasn't quite left him yet. "It's okay," he says just as softly, and peels himself out of bed to swap bunks back with you.

You lie down and look around in the semi-darkness. Tech has painted practically every free space. As you lie on your back, you look directly at the sketch of a podracer and a wild sequence of numbers that probably only he understands. You smile. Tech has slept in your bed and left something like his signature, somehow you are so happy about it that you want to kick your feet and squeak.

Crosshair

He is taking off his equipment, turns around and pauses in mid-motion. His brows draw together critically. There's someone lying in his bunk, you. He mutters quietly, "You're kidding me" He lets out an annoyed sigh and stares at you. The intensity of his gaze alone might even have woken you up under normal circumstances, but not today. His gaze finally moves to your bunk, which is empty at the moment, but then his eyes narrow to critical slits. Crosshair has no intention of being evicted from his bunk, accident or not. He grabs you and pushes you to the back of the bunk. Just as you open your eyes in shock and blink, trying to get your bearings, he joins you and takes part of the blanket, decently enough to keep you covered. Startled, you stare at him.

"But... what...?" He cocks a brow at you. "This is my bunk, if you want to sleep in it, fine, but I'm not swapping, so you better get used to me being close or crawl back into your own, kitten" he grumbles. Your heart is racing, you're confused and speechless, trying to untangle the situation in your mind. Just having him so close to you makes you nervous enough. But to be honest, you have no desire to go back to your own bunk. All you say is a quiet, "Okay" A smirk twitches briefly at the corner of his mouth, barely noticeable. Quietly and much more softly, in his smoky voice, he says as he closes his eyes, "Good night, Kitten"

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soaringthroughthegalaxy · 6 months

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Be Mine

Falling into bed with the handsome Sergeant hadn't been on your bingo card. Then again, falling in love with him certainly hadn't been either.

Pairing: Hunter x f!reader

Rating: 18+ MINORS DNI!

Word count: 1.8k

Warnings: unprotected PiV, a sprinkle of a praise kink, pet names, friends to lovers, a sprinkle of a scent kink, soft aftercare.

It had all happened so quickly.

One moment, you’d been stood at the back of the Marauder with Hunter discussing food rations and when the rest of the Batch would be back from their exploration.

The next, you were face down on a bottom bunk, naked from the waist down, with his rough hands hauling you backwards onto his cock. “That’s it, cyar’ika.” The smokey smoothness of Hunter’s voice cut through the sounds of your whimpers and skin meeting skin. “Wanted this for so long. You have no idea.” He grunted, tightening his grip on your hips. You’d have bruises shaped like his dexterous fingers tomorrow, a delicious reminder of this moment.

Hand flexing against the flimsy sheet, you vaguely registered that it was Echo’s bunk you were face down on. “Tell me.” You whined, gasping as a fluid roll of Hunter’s hips made his heavy balls slap against your clit.

“Canto Blight.” Hunter gritted out, slowing his thrusts so he could languish in your warmth. He wanted this to last. Needed it to. “That blasted dress. I wanted to drag you back here, hike up the hem, and have you until dawn.” The memory lived rent-free in his mind. It had been your second mission with them, and the Sergeant had already found himself enamoured with you, so when you’d stepped out the fresher dressed to impress, he’d never been more grateful to be the only one able to hear his racing heart.

“Mhmmm. I still have the dress.” You purred, enjoying that he’d lusted after you for so long. Releasing the sheets, you reached a hand down to rub your clit, but Hunter pushed it away. You didn’t have time to let out a whine of frustration before he pulled all the way out of you, strong hands moving to grab your thighs so he could flip you over and pick you up, your legs and arms automatically wrapping around him.

“Next time. Oh, Maker, next time.” Hunter promised, capturing your lips in a fiery kiss as he moved you across to his bunk. He needed his sheets to smell like you – he wanted to bury himself in them later that night and bathe in your scent. The damn scent that had been driving him wild since you’d set foot on the Marauder many moons ago at Cid’s behest.

His roughness abated as he slowly settled you down on his bed, making sure you didn’t bang your head on the metal frame or hurt your back. It made your heart clench. Finding his eyes in the darkness of the ship, you watched as the fierce hunger from moments before dissipated, and a softness crept over the usually stoic man’s face. “Next time?” You questioned quietly, lifting a hand to run your fingers across his tattooed jawline as he settled above you, caging you in. His weight was comforting – solid and steadfast – but it was hard to miss the firm press of his erection.

“If you want?” Hunter’s hips started to move, pressing himself against you, eliciting a small mewl from your parted lips as he tried to play it cool. He could get drunk on your sounds, on the feel of your soft skin beneath his calloused fingers, of the warmth in your voice and the sweet ways you showed affection. He noticed every time you stole a glance his way, how you stepped forward to protect him when he was in danger, and that his clothes were always neatly folded on his bunk with a piece of his favourite candy on top after laundry day. He’d been sceptical when Cid had insisted you go along with them as another set of hands, but he couldn’t think of the ship anymore without your presence, your scent, or the sound of your laughter as you tormented his siblings.

“Oh, I want.” You agreed, exhaling shakily. The slip and slide of his cock through your folds was delicious but not enough. “Hunter. Need more. Need you.” You begged.

The hunger from early roared back into life, igniting Hunter’s blood. Pushing away the softer feelings to focus on later, he focused on your current situation. How he longed to bury his face between your thighs and eat you out, slide his fingers and cock into you, pull orgasm after orgasm from you, and fill you with his release. Spurred on by his thoughts, he wasted no time reaching down to align himself with your entrance, and in one steady push, he settled himself back inside of you, marvelling at the way your mouth opened in a silent gasp at the sensation.

Every nerve in your body was alight. Senses overwhelmed by the man on top of you. While Hunter was average in length, his girth led to the most delicious stretch as your body accommodated him. Feeling him fully sheathed inside of you was heavenly, and in your delight, you clenched around him, watching as his eyes screwed shut while his deep groan filled the air. “Keep doing that, and I won’t last long.” He warned, making you smile. It didn’t matter how long he lasted, so long as you both got to experience your highs – you couldn’t imagine how overwhelming it must be for him, with his heightened sense of touch, to feel you so thoroughly.

Leaning up to close the small distance, you captured Hunter’s lips in a kiss, your left hand reaching up to caress his face while the other slipped under the top half of his blacks, tracing every strong muscle you found.

Feeling less like he was going to blow his load any second, Hunter surrendered himself to your kiss and picked up the pace, snapping his hips against yours, driving himself into you over and over, relishing the sweet drag of your walls around his cock. Hunter felt light-headed; he could spend an eternity tangled up with you, which both thrilled and terrified him. Though the space was limited in his bunk, he shifted to rest all his weight on one hand, breaking your kiss while maintaining his thrusts. Sliding a hand between you both, he honed in on his target. You wouldn’t go without. He’d make damn sure of it.

Fingers finding purchase on your clit, he spent a moment figuring out what you liked, vision and hearing focused on the myriad of expressions that crossed your features and the sounds slipping from your lips. It only took a few tries before he had you whimpering, his grin of satisfaction blinding, only ceasing as you stretched up to capture his lips in a heated kiss once more.

“Fuck, Hunter.” You panted, breaking the kiss as your back arched. He was relentless, sure and steady fingers circling your clit with the perfect amount of pressure, and you drew a low moan from the exquisite man above you as you tightened around him. The familiar tension was starting, seeping through your body and overwhelming you.

Enraptured as he watched you chase your release, Hunter slowed his pace and angled his hips, grinning at the sound of your gasp. The way his name sounded tumbling from your lips was simultaneously heavenly and sinful – either way, he couldn’t get enough. “That’s it, cyare. I want to see you fall apart. Can you be a good girl and do that for me?” He whispered, testing the waters. You always responded well to his praise while out on jobs.

It was all too much. The weight of Hunter above you, the sweet drag of his cock in you as he kept hitting that perfect spot with each thrust, and the sound of his deep voice in your ears. You wanted to please him. Wanted to fall apart at his behest. Wanted to be a good girl. Hands scrambling against the sheets for purchase, you bit down on your lower lip. You were close. So close. The tension in your body was almost unbearable, your pussy clamping down on him, making every push and pull feel even more exquisite. Hunter gave a few quick circles on your clit, and your body tingled, the tension snapping as you cried out. You trembled through the waves of your orgasm, the pleasure overwhelming and all-encompassing.

Pulling in a shaky breath, you meet the hungry gaze of the man above you.

“Where?” He asked once he was sure you were back with him. He was close. So close. You’d tightened around him, gripping him like your life depended on it. You could make or break him, and he’d thank you either way.

Releasing the sheets, you grasped at Hunter’s shoulders, giving yourself some leverage as you met his thrusts with each rock of your hips. “Inside.” You insisted.

That was it. You would be the death of him. And he would gladly go down with the ship. His lips met yours, and with one final, sharp thrust, he grunted, letting go. Thighs quivering as he crested over the edge, he spilled himself deep inside you.

Neither of you spoke for a second, trying to catch your breath as you came down from your highs. Resting your foreheads together, eyes closed, you relished the closeness, basking in the afterglow. “Mesh’la…” Hunter’s low voice broke the silence as he moved to nuzzle his nose against your neck, inhaling deeply.

Everything stilled as he breathed you in, focusing on the thud of your heart as its pace slowed to your resting rate. It brought him a great deal of comfort in an increasingly shifting galaxy. He hadn’t meant for your first time together to be like this, hadn’t dared to dream it would ever happen if he were being honest with himself, but he didn’t regret a second of it.

“We should’ve done that sooner.” You whispered, feeling more in control of your racing heart. Hunter’s warm breath fanned against your neck as he chuckled, the deep rumble stoking the warmth in your heart.

You stayed that way for a while before shifting into a more comfortable position, Hunter’s head resting on your chest. Basking in each other’s warmth, you relished the quiet moment of peace; the only sounds were your soft breaths and Hunter’s light hums of appreciation as you scritched his scalp, running your fingers through his mop of brown hair.

“Be mine?” Hunter asked suddenly, shifting to prop himself up so he could gaze down at you, committing the sight of you in his bunk, smelling like him and sex, to memory. “I'd...” He pauses, gaze flittered away momentarily. "I'd like there to be an us." The admission made him feel strangely vulnerable. He hadn’t meant to be so blunt, but he didn’t want to hold back anymore.

This time, you dragged your fingers across the uninked planes of his handsome face. “As long as you’re mine in return.” Your words had his gaze snapping back to you, hope sparking in his eyes as his lips curled into a smile.

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Don't lose your focus

Summary: As a Jedi Padawan fighting during the Clone Wars, you and your Master are used to teaming up with Clones. But none are as intriguing as Clone Force 99 and their leader, Sergeant Hunter. Sparks fly immediately and it's difficult to keep your focus. With the mission complete, perhaps the two of you will finally give in and indulge in your desires...

Pairing: Hunter x Jedi!fem!reader

Word count: 5.7k

Warnings: smut, 18+ MDNI, Dom!Hunter, use of pet names (sweetheart), shameless flirting, mentions of alcohol consumption, masculinity kink, voice kink, light choking, hand kink, body worship, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex, orgasm delay, creampie

A/N: This is the result of me watching The Bad Batch while ovulating. This is (probably) not how the Force works but your honour I was horny. Thank you to my dear @thefrogdalorian for the immense help and support! I love you so much! Amazing divider by @saradika-graphics At the end of the fic you'll find the links to some amazing Hunter fanarts I found here on Tumblr! These were such an inspiration when writing and I wanted to thank and credit the artists for creating such amazing pieces!

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Another day, another dangerous mission in the Outer Rim.

Nothing new for you and your Master who are used to leading these missions successfully. The only difference is that this time you'll be assisted by Experimental Unit Clone Force 99. It’s the first time you even heard about them, but your superiors assured you they’re best suited for this job. A highly-skilled squad of defective clones with desirable mutations? Sounds interesting.

Apparently, The Bad Batch, as they call themselves, despise rules and protocol and adopt unusual methods to get the job done… Much like you and your Master.

Their ship has just made a bumpy landing on the field, causing a fuss. You watch curiously as the squad descends the ramp. There are four of them, and they undoubtedly look badass in their black armour.

The first one – their leader, you assume – removes his helmet and... damn. Damn. He's hot, with a confident look in his deep brown eyes. He also has long, wavy, dark hair; a feature which has always been a weakness of yours. His face is half covered in a tattoo that resembles a skeleton. He's undoubtedly the most charming of the Batch, and also the most attractive clone you’ve ever come across.

“I’m Sergeant Hunter,” he rasps as he greets you and your Master. His voice is deep and husky, very different from those of all the other clones you’ve met so far.

After introducing himself, Hunter moves to quickly describe the peculiarities that make each of the members of the team unique. As you stand back to observe them, you can’t help thinking just how much fun they are. Wrecker (the strong one) is getting reluctantly lectured by Tech (the smart one) while Crosshair (the laconic and lethal sniper) stands there in silence. He reminds you of your Master so much.

As much as you enjoy observing the rest of the squad, you find your gaze returns to Hunter, the clone with enhanced senses. You are unable to tear your eyes away from him. You know you have to keep it together, but you can’t help eating him with your eyes. Your gaze lingers on his body, on the way his pauldrons make his shoulders even broader, how much the black colour of his armour suits him.

You have just begun fantasising about the way his strong body would look without the armour when you notice Hunter staring directly at you. Busted. You lock eyes for a few seconds and you just know that he understands the nature of the thoughts you’re having about him. Then, your pounding heart skips a beat when Hunter winks at you. It is a split-second gesture that is over so quickly amidst the chaos of the conversation, a little secret between the two of you. You smile flirtatiously at him in response.

The whole group begins heading towards their ship, The Marauder. While the rest of the Batch and your Master head up the ramp towards the ship that will take you to the rendezvous point, you and Hunter pause at the bottom.

“I’m afraid I haven’t caught your name, sweetheart?” Hunter asks, breaking the silence with his deep, raspy voice.

"I am a Jedi, not a sweetheart," you point out teasingly and look at him with crossed arms, trying to sound tough.

"A Padawan," he reminds you with a smirk on his face.

You watch curiously as Hunter takes your braid – the unmistakable sign of your rank as an apprentice – between his fingers. He gently rolls it between his gloved finger and thumb contemplatively as his brown eyes meet your gaze once again.

"I technically outrank you, Sergeant," you say, challenging him.

"You do, Commander," Hunter nods, but makes no effort to move his hand away from your braid, or to interrupt eye contact.

Hunter can tell that you don’t mind the gesture. As if to push the boundaries further, he moves his hand from your braid to gently place it on your cheek. The leather of his glove feels soft against your face. You are stunned that a seasoned soldier such as him can actually be so gentle in the way he touches you.

You can feel the tension coming from the two of you, a simmering fire somewhere deep within. It's only a matter of time before it boils over. You look at each other straight in the eyes, neither one of you daring to look away.

Just as you're about to tease him with yet another witty reply, you hear the sound of footsteps at the top of the ramp.

"Hey, Hunter, are you gonna come with us or what?!" Wrecker shouts, abruptly interrupting your shameless flirting.

"On my way," Hunter replies, without breaking eye contact with you.

His intense gaze lingers on you for a few more seconds before he looks at you apologetically and turns to head up to the ramp and onto the Marauder.

As soon as Hunter turns away from you, you realise just how hard your heart is thundering in your chest. His gaze was so intense that it made you forget to breathe properly. So much for the Jedi breathing techniques. It turns out if there is a handsome man with dark eyes flirting with you, they lose all effectiveness. You take a deep breath, filling your burning lungs with oxygen.

When you enter the ship, you are still trembling. As you take a seat next to your Master, you try to ignore his accusatory glare. You feel his eyes burning into your soul as the guilt threatens to overwhelm you, even though nothing too scandalous happened.

As the Marauder enters hyperspace, your Master takes a seat on the cold metallic floor in an isolated area of the ship. Meditating before battle is a ritual he always follows and you immediately join him. It can help you shift your focus back to where it should be – on the mission. Only, you can't focus.

Instead of your mind becoming one with the Force, you're highly attuned to the actions of the members of the squad. It is as though you can see them as if you were standing before them: Tech studying the holo-maps, Crosshair cleaning his sniper rifle, Wrecker taking a nap, and of course, Hunter. He is mindlessly playing with his vibroknife as he slouches on a crate.

You are entranced by the way his fingers move across the handle and the blade. Maker, the movement of his hand and fingers – you can't focus on anything else as he makes the knife masterfully swirl between them. There's something so erotic about the way he plays with it. Your mind wanders to think about his hands roaming on your body, slipping between your thighs, skillfully rubbing your clit. You fantasise about how quickly Hunter would make you come, how hard your orgasm would be as it tore through you, leaving you a trembling wreck.

Your focus then goes to his muscular thighs. Hunter’s legs are spread wide and he looks so effortlessly masculine. The aura of confidence he radiates as he comfortably sits there, taking up the entire crate as he lounges on top of it, gives you even more thoughts that are unbecoming of a Padawan. It makes you almost dizzy with want as you think about how much you want to straddle him and ride him into ecstasy.

“Are you done?” your Master’s cold voice interrupts your filthy train of thought with a brief and concise message through the Force.

He heard your thoughts. Each and every single one. Your Master caught you red-handed. How embarrassing.

You are too mortified to even mumble an apology, through the Force or otherwise. Instead, you sit there wishing you could be anywhere else in the galaxy as you feel the heat rise in your cheeks and pull your hood up to hide your flustered face in your cape.

Luckily, before the awkward moment can continue for any longer, Tech announces the imminent jump out of hyperspace. You still cannot bear to make eye contact with your Master, shrinking into your blessedly baggy cape as you begin the descent into the planet’s atmosphere...

The mission was a success – you and your Master worked your magic with the precious support of Clone Force 99. What seemed like a desperate operation, turned out to be an extremely important victory for the Republic. Training with your Master has been so hard, but damn did that pay off. You slayed all your enemies elegantly and effortlessly, just like he taught you. The whole Bad Batch congratulated you two. Wrecker was especially impressed, electing the two of you as his favourite Jedi. What an honour. Hunter also invited you and your Master to celebrate the victory by having a drink all together in a cantina.

Just as you’re about to enter the cantina and join the Bad Batch, your Master calls your name. You stop in your tracks, scared that he might reprimand you for the way you acted today. You begin panicking and thinking back to what happened in guilt…

When you and your Master had taken off your heavy capes before engaging in battle, you noticed Hunter couldn't keep his eyes off you. You were wearing a skin-tight dark suit, after all.

It was a fact you decided to exploit after Hunter had given his squad their orders for the mission. You walked away swaying your hips, making sure you gave him a great opportunity to look at your ass. You remember how you could feel his eyes glued to it. You could also feel his desire for you. It was impossible for him to hide; it permeated him, radiated from him. Maker, you love making him crumble.

You think back to the way Crosshair rasped, "Hunter, don't lose your focus.” You are certain that is what your Master is about to scold you for.

Instead, you watch in shock as a half smile appears on your Master’s face, something you don't see very often.

“You did good today. I’m proud of you,” he nods.

Since when does your Master pay you compliments like this?

“Th-Thank you,” you stammer, caught off-guard by how unexpected his praise is.

“You fulfilled your duties as a Jedi. Now, go and have your fun.”

You don’t have time to respond before he turns on his heel and walks away, cape billowing in the breeze. You know your Master doesn’t often like to stick around after missions, often needing some quiet time to himself to decompress and meditate. You let him go, knowing that he will find his way back to the Marauder before it departs, as he always does.

As you step into the Cantina, a smile spreads on your face when you notice the Bad Batch sitting at a table with a full flagon of booze and an empty seat for you to toast your success. You and Hunter lock eyes again as he invites you to sit in that spot close to him.

Hunter loses no time in placing his arm around your shoulders while smiling at you. You lean into his embrace, feeling comforted and protected. The warm presence of his arm around you makes you smile contentedly. It feels so good to let the guard down for once, especially if you're in the arms of a handsome, strong and charming man such as Hunter.

As the night goes on, the three other members of The Bad Batch keep conversing with each other, giving you and Hunter the opportunity to speak privately. It’s as though the background noise fades out. You don't even bother focusing on the discourse the others are having. It’s just you and Hunter flirting shamelessly now.

“You know, I've never seen a ship like yours. I wish I had time to properly explore it... Thoroughly," you flirt with him while draining the last few dregs in your flagon.

"Want me to give you a tour, sweetheart?" he says with a smile on his face, perfectly understanding your intentions.

"Would be cool, yeah," you reply.

Hunter offers you his hand and you gladly accept it with a mischievous smile.

Just as you stand, you feel the alcohol has definitely kicked in. You’re not drunk though, just a little bit tipsy, enough to make you brave and go get exactly what you want.

As soon as you and Hunter get out of the cantina and find yourselves alone in the dark alley, you both give into the instincts you tried to suppress all day long. Hunter pins you to the wall as you pull him closer at the same time, until you join in a passionate, longing kiss.

You welcome his tongue in your mouth as his hands wrap around your waist, pulling you closer to him. His touch and the way he kisses you are so confident that you clench around nothing, holding him tighter as you moan in his mouth. Maker, you want him. His whole body jolts when he feels that, pinning you harder against the wall, mentally cursing the armour that is preventing him from feeling the softness of your body against his.

He stops kissing you just so he can look at how stunning you are under the moonlight, hot and flustered after that first, heavy session of making out.

"Look at you. So beautiful," he whispers as he cups your face with his hand, the other one still lingering around your waist. Hunter is treating you like the most precious thing in the galaxy now that he can finally have you all for himself. You lean into his gentle touch as he takes in all the features of your face, especially the way your eyes glimmer with admiration and arousal for him.

You look at his deep, dark and expressive brown eyes and the strong, masculine features of his face that make you throb with need. Your hand caresses his cheek, following the lines of his skeleton tattoo and the contour of his chiseled jaw. He observes you as a sweet smile appears on your face, making you look irresistible and drawing his lips closer to yours once again…

"Hey! Where's Hunter?!" you hear Wrecker shout from inside of the tavern, just as your lips are mere inches apart.

You and Hunter both laugh as you resume the kissing. It's like the whole galaxy stops existing. For a soldier who has seen nothing but war, his kisses are to die for. Your tongues twirl in each other's mouths and it's like his greedy lips can't ever get enough of yours. His mouth is hot like a damn furnace as he takes all the time in the galaxy to worship you with his lips, letting his hands wander throughout your body. You're getting soaked already, feeling your arousal slowly dripping down your legs as a throbbing need pulsates between your thighs. You moan in his mouth as you dig your fingers in his hair, pulling him closer. The kiss is getting deeper and more passionate as you go on.

Hunter's lips start to trail down to your neck, making you sigh deeply as he covers it in kisses. Your scent drives him wild. He can smell your pheromones, feeling you're unmistakably full of desire. He can't resist and just gives a swift lick from the base of your neck to your ear that makes you sharply stifle a gasp, arching your back and tightening your grip on his hair.

"Let's go to the Marauder, shall we?" he rasps in your ear, a voice full of lust that gives you goosebumps.

"Y-yes…" you stutter, feeling light-headed with arousal and being incapable of hiding it.

He offers you his hand as you enter the ship. The two of you cut a clumsy path through the Marauder towards Hunter’s bunk, frequently taking breaks where Hunter desperately pushes you against the cool steel walls of the ship, your arms clinging tight to his shoulders and his face buried in your neck.

"Maker... Take off your armour," you plead as his teeth dig into your delicate skin like a feral beast would do with his prey.

He does, letting each piece fall to the ground as you go on kissing each other, leaving a trail of armour pieces on the floor as you slowly make your way towards his bunk. He looks stunning with just his tight black suit on. You take in the broadness of his shoulders, the way his pectorals stand out, highlighted by the tightness of the suit and grope the strong muscles of his biceps. Oh, fuck. How much do you love a man. Tall, muscular, strong, confident, with dark eyes and a head full of long, wavy hair. A Man.

You moan in his mouth when you feel his thick biceps flexing under your touch. A smile forms on his lips as he feels how much you like this. As his arms wrap around your body, yours go in his hair. Maker, how safe do you feel in his arms. It's such an innate instinct – wanting to be held in the arms of a strong man, surrendering and trusting him, something that usually you would never be permitted to do in your life as a Jedi.

You can feel his erection against your lower belly, straining against his extremely thin black suit. His fingers hook in the hem of your pants, yanking them down over your ass, exposing your drenched cunt as he sits you down in his bunk.

He kneels before you, taking your boots and pants off and spreads your legs, his dark eyes looking into yours as a smirk appears on his face.

"Hunter–" you sigh.

"Wanna get you nice and ready for me, sweetheart," he coos as he starts to kiss your inner thigh.

The vision makes you tremble with lust and your hands helplessly clench into fists in a desperate attempt to grab the material under you to keep you steady. Your legs shake but he keeps them steady in his strong arms. He goes on trailing kisses on your inner thighs without ever stopping looking at you. He's taking his time with it, wanting to enjoy the way your whole body is throbbing with need. Your breathing gets more and more shallow as his mouth gets closer to where you want him the most.

You lift your gaze from Hunter’s dark brown eyes, shutting your eyes for a mere fraction of a second, trying to alleviate the aching need you feel. Hunter chooses that moment to finally give you what you need. With a quick lick to your clit, your whole body jerks into his touch and a whimper escapes from your lips.

Hunter smirks up at you, the corner of his mouth lifting upwards in a smug, satisfied look. Then, he proceeds to bury his face between your legs and masterfully lick your swollen clit. His tongue brings you so much pleasure that your back arches involuntarily, pushing yourself further into his mouth. You moan his name and grab a handful of his long, thick hair. He purrs in your cunt when you entangle your fingers in his hair and you notice how his grip on your legs becomes tighter.

"Oh... Oh fuck!" you exclaim in ecstasy, barely able to form words.

One of his hands releases its grasp on your legs, which he has been using to keep you spread open for him. You throw your head back gasping as he slowly slides two of his thick fingers inside you.

"So tight," he growls with a smirk on his face.

Hunter pumps his fingers inside of you, slowly increasing the rhythm, ensuring that you’re stretched out for him. It is a motion that brings you so much pleasure you wonder how it could possibly get better. Your whole body jerks in pure bliss under his touch. He enjoys looking at you like this, you can see it from how darkened his eyes are with lust.

For a brief second, his fingers and mouth leave your cunt, leaving you devastatingly empty. You watch in awe as Hunter sticks them in his mouth, without breaking eye contact with you. He sucks on his fingers, humming while closing his eyes to savor your taste from places where his tongue can’t reach.

"You taste so good, sweetheart," he rasps as he resumes fucking you with his fingers.

He watches you contort under him, moaning and begging for him to return his skillful mouth between your thighs. Your hips thrust up and down right in front of his face. You are shamelessly fucking yourself on his fingers, inviting him to bury his face back in your folds. You desperately bury your hands in his hair in an attempt to pull him closer.

"Damn, you're so beautiful like this," he says before his mouth goes back exactly where you wanted.

Then, Hunter does something absolutely devastating. While he continues licking your clit, he starts sucking it gently, all as he continues pumping his thick fingers inside of you. Hunter wants to draw an orgasm from you, his actions becoming more and more frantic as you grow closer to your climax. He can feel by the irregular way you breathe and shake that you're close.

"Yes. Yes. Like this. Let go, sweetheart," he encourages you.

It's only a matter of seconds before you come, writhing under him. Your legs are wrapped around his head, squishing it. You scream his name so loud it echoes in the Marauder. Hunter is pleased as he looks at your blissed-out expression and feels your cunt clamping around his fingers. Your back arches as you ride your orgasm, pushing yourself further into his tongue so you can feel him licking you through your orgasm. Hunter purrs into your cunt, loving the way you let go around him. He loves how his face is getting soaked in your arousal, so addicted to the way you taste.

Hunter holds you steady as your orgasm fades out. When you regain your senses, you slowly release your grip on his hair. Only then he props himself up and slowly unzips his suit, showing you the beautiful golden skin underneath. A warm contrast under the black, tight layer.

The dark hairs on his chest are perfectly trimmed, accentuating each of his toned muscles and the tattoos which decorate his thick, masculine body. Your gaze is locked on his hand trailing down his abdomen, his muscles rippling as he approaches the hem of his pants.

You shamelessly look at the bulge in his dark suit, a sight that makes your mouth water. Hunter’s lips curve into a smirk once again, noticing that you like what you see. The smug look on his face makes you throb with need once again, despite the fact that he just gave you an intense orgasm.

He hooks his thumb in the hem of his pants, watching intently for your reaction as he slowly pulls the material down to reveal the trimmed, dark hairs around the base of his thick cock.

Hunter notices the intense way you look at it and hears the whimper you just tried to suppress in your throat. He can feel your heart rate going up. It makes him smirk confidently as he goes on, finally freeing his hard, thick cock. You gulp while looking at it, as he uses the same fingers he had buried in you to cover it in your arousal. He gives it a few, firm strokes to ensure it’s nice and wet for you. The mere vision of it makes you bite your lip to muffle another impatient whimper.

Then he is on you, peeling your shirt away from your quivering body, rejoicing when he can finally touch it and worship it with his mouth. Hunter trails kisses across your collarbones and down towards your breasts. He swirls his tongue around the sensitive flesh there, before softly biting your nipples. You gasp when you feel his erection hard against your cunt. He starts to thrust his hips against yours so his cock can rub against your drenched core, getting it soaked in your juices. Your mind turns completely blank at that, heart thundering in your chest as his hands roam across your body.

Hunter aligns himself to your entrance, groaning as his cock slowly makes its way inside of you. You admire his restraint. You know how much he probably wants to take you with one thrust, but instead he is being so gentle and careful with you, making sure that you are well-adjusted to his size.

He takes your jaw in his hand, looking deep inside your eyes as his thick cock stretches you open. You struggle to keep eye contact with him, unlike earlier when you were flirting with him. Now, your eyes only want to roll backwards. The pleasure you feel as he splits you open is overwhelming your body and senses.

You pathetically try to mumble some incoherencies, but he's quick to shut you up with a kiss. Hunter growls low in his throat when he feels your walls desperately clenching around him, as he buries himself into you to the hilt.

"Fuck, sweetheart, you feel so good," he rasps, almost desperately before giving you another wet kiss. Then, he raises his hips only to bury his cock deep inside you, making you moan into his mouth.

"How – how can you feel so fucking good?" he whimpers.

Hunter’s large hands gently cup your face, as he continues placing passionate kisses against your lips while thrusting into you. You notice his kisses become more desperate as he slowly increases the rhythm. As Hunter picks up the pace, he buries his face in your neck, panting low in your ear.

You are certain that he can’t go any faster, before he proves you wrong. He increases the pace to a brutal rhythm, fucking you so hard you start screaming.

"So loud,” he rasps, “They're gonna hear us in the Cantina."

"Then make me shut up," you whisper daringly.

A blaze of lust glimmers in his eyes as you lay down that challenge. Something shifts inside of him as he gives you a feral, animalistic look. Hunter quickly covers your mouth with his hand, showing you his more dominant, commanding side which makes you clamp tightly around his cock.

"Oh, you like this," he smirks, satisfied that this is precisely what you wanted all along.

You nod frantically. There is no use hiding how much this turns you on. Despite how much Hunter shows care towards you, you suspect there is something darker which lingers below the surface. You want to draw it out of him.

"What else do you like, hm?" he coos as he wraps his other hand around your throat, lightly choking you, his thumb rubbing your throat possessively.

The sight of you, looking so vulnerable under him as he can finally dominate you makes him frantic with lust. Gone are the measured thrusts and even rhythm of before. Something feral has overtaken Hunter, a desperate need to claim you. He continues silencing your moans with one hand around your throat and one across your mouth, muffling your gasps as he wrecks you with his cock.

Having Hunter's hand muffling your own moans gives you the opportunity to hear his desperate grunts and pants as they mix with the obscene, squelching sound his cock makes each time he thrusts into you. You close your eyes in bliss, enjoying this moment of pure pleasure.

"Can't keep your eyes open for me, sweetheart? Look at me with those pretty fucking eyes," he growls.

You can't help but whimper at that, at how authoritative he sounds. The Sergeant of The Bad Batch is dominating the fuck out of you. You are a moaning, gasping mess beneath him, unable to think about anything other than how good being furiously pounded by him feels.

"I didn't catch that,” Hunter rasps as he slowly lifts his hand from your mouth. He leans down to put his ear against your mouth “What were you saying, sweetheart?"

"L-let me – fuck!” you gasp, too blissed out to form words.

“Use your words,” Hunter commands, slowing his thrusts down so you can finally speak.

“Let me touch you!" you beg, unable to care about how desperate and pathetic you sound. All you can think about is roaming your hands around the warm, firm expanse of his body.

Hunter smirks, intrigued by your request, only too happy to oblige you. He grabs your hand roughly by the wrist and positions it over his abdomen. You can feel his muscles flexing and contracting under your touch as he thrusts into you. His body is as hard as iron and on fire like a damn furnace, burning with lust.

"Maker…" you whisper.

You let your hand trail up to his firm chest. You grope his pectorals, appreciating the firmness of his muscles. Your cunt clenches around his cock at the sight of your hand against his golden skin. A smirk appears on his face, enjoying what he does to you.

Your hand goes up to his broad shoulder, rubbing over it before you move your hand towards his back. You feel how his muscles strain there with each thrust as he continues pounding into you at a relentless pace. Both of your hands are now caressing his back, feeling every single dimple under your fingertips. Just as you try pulling him close, he starts to give it to you even harder. You scratch your fingernails along his back. You watch in awe as Hunter moans in your mouth at that.

"Could–could fucking smell how much you wanted me earlier. You distracted me the whole time. Couldn't think of anything else besides how good you'd look with my cock inside of you,” he rasps in your neck before biting you, growling wildly as he does. “I was so fucking hard for you, sweetheart," Hunter grunts.

He's so feral for you, fucking you so hard. You can't even mumble a response.

"Smell so good – so fucking good–" he whispers in your ear.

"D-don't s–stop," you mumble in your cockdrunk delirium.

"I can't, sweetheart. This cunt's all I ever wanted,” he growls, “Gonna make you mine. Mine."

"Oh, fuck… Yes," you pant as he props himself up, kneeling in front of you without stopping that devastating rhythm for even half a second.

He looks at your body, at the way your boobs bounce with each thrust as he gives it go you even harder, holding on tight to your legs, using them as leverage to bury himself even deeper inside of you. Seeing him like this makes you remember just how badly you wanted to ride his cock earlier.

"Hunter. Hunter. I want to ride you," you whimper.

"Is that an order, Commander?"

"Y–yes. Yes. Order. S–s-sergeant," you mindlessly go on as he keeps thrusting his cock inside of you.

The thought of you bouncing on his cock makes him throb. In an instant, Hunter lifts you in his arms as if you were weightless and makes you straddle him. He sits with his back against the wall of the bunk. His hands are on your waist and you immediately start rocking your hips up and down, giving into your fantasy from earlier.

"Such a good soldier… So good at following orders," you whisper against his lips.

"Yeah… Sometimes," he smirks before gripping your hair and stealing another wet, hot kiss that makes you melt into him even further.

Your head rolls back in pleasure at the way his cock feels from this position. It's devastating, hitting something deep within you. You almost lose yourself in that feeling, but Hunter won’t allow you to. Even though you are on top of him, Hunter is quick to remind you who’s in charge as he takes your jaw in his hand.

"Eyes on me," he orders firmly.

"Yes, Sergeant," you moan.

You swear you feel him throbbing and choke a grunt when he hears the sensual way you pronounce his title. Clearly, using his rank in this context has done something to Hunter. He moves his thumb between your lips and you suck it provocatively, never stopping yourself from meeting his gaze. Hunter’s pupils widen at the sinful way your lips envelop his finger and your tongue gently touches it. His eyes take into your sensual, precious beauty, before bringing you to him and kissing you again.

Your bodies are damp in sweat and rubbing against one another. Your nipples deliciously catch against his hairy, broad chest. You continue moaning into each other's mouths; your tongues never stop touching.

"Hunter, I'm gonna come–" you whimper.

"Hold it for me, sweetheart," he rasps in a sweet, yet dark voice, having the opposite effect from what he intended.

"Please, I want to come on your cock," you plead desperately.

"Not yet," he smirks.

Hunter grabs your hips and guides your movements so that your clit starts to rub against his pelvis. You let out a loud moan as you hold on to him tighter, digging your nails in his shoulders.

"I can't hold it!" you scream with your eyes shut.

He grabs your chin in his hand, clearly uninterested in your desperate appeals.

"Look at me," he says firmly as you open your eyes. Your vision is too blurry to focus on him but you try nonetheless.

"Now come for me, sweetheart," he rasps darkly.

You obey his order and come hard around his cock. An overwhelming, intense wave of pleasure starts at your core and completely takes over your body. You’re wrecked by uncontrollable shakes as Hunter holds you in his strong arms. You scream and pant as you ride your high. Your eyes roll backwards while Hunter focuses on how beautiful you look when you lose control. Especially when he is the one responsible for it.

Hunter feels your heart running in your chest and every single contraction of your muscles around his cock. The unmistakable, heady scent of sex that fills the Marauder drives him insane, making him burst inside of you. He grunts loudly as he fills you up with his load, holding you tight in his grasp.

You moan in each other's mouths, your forehead leaning on his as you look into each other’s eyes. You never leave each other’s gaze as you both give into the highest of pleasure.

As you come down from your high, your rhythm slows down until it stops completely. Your bodies are intertwined like vines, naked and sweaty as you catch breath in each other’s embrace.

You really do make a great team, after all.

Fanarts: Hunter's back + Shirtless Hunter by @mesvi Hello handsome by @corukant Wet Hunter by @iszapizza Hunter under the shower by @shakall Hunter and his vibroknife by @ve-ti-ver Hunter under the shower by @cloned-eyes Hunter taking off his shirt + Tech by @constant-brain-fog Hunter taking a shower by kaijurave (on twitter/x)

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Borrowed Time

summary: You can’t stop staring at Hunter during a mission, and little do you know just how distracting it is for both him and you.

pairing: sergeant hunter (tbb) x reader

tags: canon-typical violence, light angst, kissing, fluff

rating: T

word count: 3.786k

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“All right.”

Hunter’s voice, modulated by his helmet, broke through your silent reverie as you finished your weapons check. You looked up to face him and instantly, your jaw locked up. This certainly wasn’t close to the first time you’d seen him in his armor, and it was likely far from the last, but today… it was hitting different.

“Does everyone remember the plan?”

Hunter’s visor looked around the group. You couldn’t peel your gaze from him, and when his visor found you, he didn’t look away, either. It was only when Tech spoke up that the two of you shifted your attention to him. “Considering that you briefed us on the plan only a standard hour’s time ago, I would confidently say that yes. We remember.” He began tapping around on his datapad once again. “We ought to get moving if we would like to make any progress.”

“Good call, Tech.” Hunter nodded at him. “Are comms being monitored?”

“It doesn’t appear so at the moment.” Tech glanced up from his datapad to return Hunter’s nod. “That is why I suggested we move in.”

“Right.” Hunter led the way, and you were more than happy to keep your eyes on him. You blinked a few times and shook your head. There was a time and place for admiring him, and a mission wasn’t one of them.

But the lack of privacy the two of you always had to deal with left no luxury of picking and choosing when such feelings and urges would arise. You had to take any chance you could get, even if that meant your admiration would happen during a risky job.

Hunter led the group through the foliage that surrounded the hangar you were infiltrating. Cid had you chasing some kind of valuable fuel, but unlike Tech, you had somewhat drifted off during the briefing and knew next to nothing else about it. You couldn’t help it when the glow of the holoprojector had started to illuminate the golden flecks in Hunter’s eyes. He was more important than the plan in that moment.

It wasn’t long before there was a break in the trees, and Hunter crouched down before motioning for the rest of you to do the same. You weren’t far behind him, which gave you the chance to watch the steady rise and fall of his armored shoulders as he focused on observing the wide stretch of the open hangar.

“Sunny?” Omega’s voice whispered your nickname to get your attention. You leaned down to show her you were listening, despite the fact your gaze remained on Hunter. “Do you see something?”

You huffed and offered her a sweet look. “Nothing out of the ordinary, Omega.”

“Oh, okay.” Omega gave you a small smile. “You just looked really focused.” She gestured to her own forehead, and that’s when you realized there was a small knit of focus in your brow.

You fought the urge to laugh as your ears burned. “I’m only keeping an eye out. It’s a little eerie around here.”

“You can say that again,” Echo muttered from your other side. “I’m not liking this.”

“You say that about every job!” Wrecker reminded him.

Hunter’s helmet whipped around as he lifted a finger over where his mouth would be. “Quiet.”

You inhaled a breath and didn’t let go of it. It sat in your chest as you hung on his every move, your gaze zeroing in on his gloved fingers as they took some of the dirt and sifted it in a slow and steady motion. Then came your exhale, along with a slight tightening of your hand upon your own thigh as you kept yourself in place.

“The cargo’s on the other side of the hangar.” Hunter kept his voice low as he addressed the squad once again. You looked at him through your lashes as an attempt to keep your gaze focused on something other than him. Obviously, it hadn’t worked. “I can sense where they’re using it.” He drew his blaster and nodded. “Let’s head in.”

Hunter wasted no time leading the way yet again. He was sliding down the slight decline that separated the foliage from the furthest edges of the hangar, and you should’ve been following. Instead, you assured everyone you would bring up the rear, just so you could finish watching him. When he reached the ground, he stayed low, but you saw his visor find you as he gestured with his head for you to come down next.

You pulled your blaster and obeyed, this time staying attentive to what you were doing for fear of misstepping and losing your footing. When you reached the bottom, an outstretched hand was already there to help you up. You took it and made the sweet mistake of looking up, meeting the intensity of Hunter’s visor that never once left your gaze as one easy tug got you back onto your feet.

He didn’t let go of your hand, not right away. You could’ve melted right there if his sense of duty didn’t pull him back to the moment.

With a lingering touch, he pulled away and checked on the rest of the group, who had all just gotten back into position on their feet. “Okay. Plan seventy-two.” He pointed to the right side of the hangar. “Echo, Wrecker, and Omega, you’re on the diversion. Tech,” he turned his helmet, “you’re with me and Sunny.” He gestured to the extractor on Tech’s belt. “How much time will you need?”

Tech clicked around on his datapad before answering. “Not much. It seems that this type of fuel responds well to extraction, and thanks to my keen ability to handle such delicate operations, I should only need a standard minute or two to complete the procedure.”

Hunter nodded, then his visor found Echo. You still hadn’t looked away from him, not even once, and so your gaze didn’t follow his as he looked at the ARC trooper. “Echo?”

“I’ll trigger an alarm to reroute forces.” Echo gestured to the collection of ships by their designated area. “There should be a scomp over there.”

“And if that doesn’t work, I’ll blow something up,” Wrecker assured the squad.

“Fine,” Hunter agreed, setting his weight on his hip and lifting his arm to point his blaster at the ground. “Just make sure Omega’s fully out of the blast range this time.”

You bit back your smile. Protective. Omega had been quite far away from Wrecker’s last blast, but that hadn’t been enough for Hunter, of course. It only made the warmth within your chest and stomach burn more as you gave him a once-over that was dangerously obvious.

When your gaze had risen back up to his helmet, you realized his visor was already on you—and it likely had been the entire time. He began to tilt his helmet at you, but you couldn’t tell if it was a look of warning or a look of reciprocated desire.

“Hunter, we need to get going.” Tech’s voice broke through your brief trance as Hunter’s visor snapped over to his brother. “If we delay much longer, their diversion will be for nothing.”

Both you and Hunter looked to see that Echo, Wrecker, and Omega had already left. So much for being subtle. You could take the blame for that one. “Right.” Hunter lifted his blaster and ran ahead, sticking to the shadows as you and Tech did the same.

You were inside the hangar and running between cargo crates when Hunter suddenly raised his fist and began to back up behind one of the crates. The momentum from your running nearly made you run right into him, but without missing a beat, Hunter lowered his hand to reach behind himself and grab your thigh to steady you. He pressed you between his hand and the crate, keeping his grasp there until the small patrol of guards passed by.

Tech had already made it to the next crate, and he kept an eye out as Hunter slowly swung his helmet to face you. His voice was low in a tone he would never use with the others as he spoke to you. “You okay? You seem… distracted.”

You played it coy as you nodded. “Yeah, Hunter, I’m fine. Why wouldn’t I be?”

His helmet tilted again, but he said nothing for a moment. Instead, he returned your nod and leaned even closer. “Good. Keep that focus.” His hand gave your thigh a quick squeeze before he began to follow in Tech’s footsteps.

You blinked a few times before following. There was no way Hunter realized how difficult it would be to follow that order, especially when he was behaving in such a way—which, you supposed, was just the normal way he acted on every mission. Somehow, that made it even worse.

At one point, Tech stopped behind another crate, looking at Hunter behind him. “Are we close to the fuel source?”

Hunter didn’t answer right away, and it wasn’t hard to tell why. He was focusing on his senses, and he helped himself to lock in even more by kneeling down and setting his palm upon the hangar’s floor. You watched as his gloved fingers gently splayed across the floor, and you had to circle your jaw to fight the flushing feeling it brought you. “We’re close.” Hunter rose up and pointed with two fingers to a cargo crate diagonal from your position. “It should be just beyond there.”

Tech nodded, taking a cautious look before he launched forward. You and Hunter followed, with you trailing just behind Hunter. It was a view you couldn’t resist, even if you were arguably focusing on where you were going. There had to be a way of following Hunter’s gentle order while also obeying your demanding heart.

Once you had gotten to the crate Hunter had pointed out before, the fuel source became more obvious. It glowed a bright green as it bubbled inside its transparisteel container. You, unsurprisingly, stared at Hunter as his visor studied it for a moment. “Are you gonna need help with that, Tech?”

“I will assume that is not an insult and kindly reject your offer,” Tech assured him. “Like I said before,” he took the extractor from his belt, “I have a keen ability for such delicate operations.”

Before anyone could say anything else, a blaring alarm sounded throughout the hangar. The three of you stayed concealed in the shadow of the cargo crate as guards began to run from their posts over to where Echo, Wrecker, and Omega were luring them. After three groups of guards had gone by, Hunter nodded at Tech, and he made his way over to the container to extract the fuel.

And even then, you couldn’t look at anything except the small sliver of skin that became apparent by Hunter’s chin as he surveyed the area to watch Tech’s back. You should’ve been doing the same, and you did every once in a while, but the pull back to Hunter was magnetic, as if he was a constant pulse you couldn’t stop sensing.

Hunter’s visor eventually found you again, and he slightly eased his grip on his blaster as he tilted his helmet. “Sunny.” He gestured with his blaster to your surroundings. “You’re supposed to be keeping watch.”

You huffed. “I am watching.” It was true; you were watching something, just not what you were supposed to be. The way you peeled your gaze away from him for the moment, though, was enough to convince Hunter.

Just as Tech had promised, he was quick with the extraction, and he was soon joining you and Hunter once again with the fuel secured on his belt. “The extraction is complete.”

“Good work, Tech.” Hunter looked over at his brother and nodded. “Get back to the ship and power it up. Sunny and I will go help the others.”

Both yours and Tech’s eyebrows shot up at that. It made no sense; Hunter could easily call them off over the comms. Tech seemed to have the same thought, and he spoke on it before you could. “Comms still are not being monitored, Hunter. We can—.”

“That’s an order, Tech.” Hunter’s tone left no room for argument.

Tech sighed, nodding once more before he backtracked the way you had all come. You were still furrowing your brow at Hunter, who was beginning to lurk out from the other end of the cargo crate. “Hunter, what’s going on?”

He glanced back at you and gestured with his head to a long set of cargo crates. “This way.”

Your confusion grew, but there was no point in questioning him. You followed him over to the crates and waited to line yourself up along its shadows. Instead, Hunter’s arm seized your waist, and he pulled you into the small space left between the two looming cargo crates.

Before you could fully make sense of it, you realized you were trapped between one of the crates and Hunter’s body, one of his hands still on your waist as the other, with his blaster, was pressed against the crate by your head. You could only look at him in awe as he spoke. “Why did you lie to me?”

You blinked a few times, and the tips of your ears began to burn. “What are you talking about?”

Hunter said your real name, his voice still low as he leaned even closer. You swallowed hard as the heat of his body washed over you in the sweetest wave. “You’ve been staring at me ever since the briefing.” He lifted his hand from your waist only to grab the lip of his helmet and lift it over his head. Your breath caught in your lungs at the sight of his gaze, which was darkened in the same amount of desire you felt for him. “Did you really think I wouldn’t notice?”

You shrugged, giving him a once-over just like before. “I thought your senses might’ve been… otherwise occupied.”

Hunter raised his brow. “Trust me, my senses are working overtime.” His arm wrapped around the side of your waist, even as he continued to hold his helmet in that grasp. “But only because they’re so committed to you that they refuse to let me focus on anything else when you’re around.”

You looked between his eyes and his lips, caught in your conflict between the invisible tether that brought you closer to him and the rest of the galaxy that was still in chaos around you. “Hunter,” you breathed his name, and at that point, your breath was fanning right over his lips. Your hands betrayed your weak protest as they wove themselves into his hair. “The mission.”

“The mission.” Hunter repeated your words and let the corner of his mouth rise in a smug smile. “It’s giving us the two things we never have: time,” his lips brushed your own, “and privacy.”

You couldn’t resist him. It didn’t matter how bad of an idea it was, and it certainly didn’t matter that you were at risk of being seen by anyone in the vicinity should they get curious. All that mattered was him, the man you had been staring at this entire time, and the fact that the warmth of his mouth and his body was on you in all the ways you’d been wanting for much too long.

All at once, he flooded your senses, from the touch of his hair on your hands to the pleased hum that he breathed into you. It was hard to separate each desperate move you made together, and even more impossible to count the seconds or minutes that ticked by as his tongue explored your mouth as if he’d never have the chance to do so again. It was breathless, passionate, and desperate all at once, with the adrenaline of the mission only adding to the sweet chaos that kept you going back for more time and time again.

Eventually, your lungs demanded air, but somehow Hunter’s didn’t need the same luxury. His lips grazed down to your neck to let you practically gasp for air underneath the hot warmth of his mouth. Each exhale you managed was dedicated to him, utterances of his name or simple breaths and sweet curses. You willed your lungs to take in enough air so you could have his lips on yours again, and soon, they allowed you to take a hold of his jaw and raise it enough for you to bring yourself back to him.

Your surroundings had long since disappeared in the haze of your affection, but for Hunter, that would never be a reality. That’s how he noticed the guard who had stopped at the place where the two of you had entered and was able to lift, aim, and stun them without missing even a single matching stroke of your tongue.

It only made your knees weaken even more.

But that distraction was enough to make the galaxy around you louder in your roaring ears, and with Hunter’s helmet just behind your back, you were able to hear the muffled voices of your squad. With a strength you never realized you were capable of, you pulled yourself away from him and spoke between pants. “The comms,” you managed. “Your helmet.”

Hunter tightened his jaw, unraveling his arm from your waist to set his helmet over his head. He kept two fingers on the side of it, and the slight tilt of his head made you hold back a giggle as you smoothed out the wrinkles in your clothes as well as in Hunter’s scarf. “We’re not far behind,” Hunter insisted. “We were just on our way to your position.” You playfully rolled your eyes at his lie as he finished. “We’ll head back to the ship.”

As he lowered his hand, you raised your brow. “Who’s the liar now?”

Hunter sighed, his hand brushing over your back as he nodded. “Come on, love. Let’s go.”

Your chest burned with a lovely ache at the nickname as the two of you stepped over the stunned guard and retreated back to the Marauder. Your pace never slowed, and thanks to the diversion Echo, Wrecker, and Omega had pulled off, you didn’t have to worry about being seen by any more guards. It wasn’t long before the two of you reached the ship, which the others had only just arrived to themselves.

“Okay, Tech,” Hunter called to his brother in the cockpit after he’d done a quick headcount. “Get us out of here.”

As Tech initiated takeoff, Omega approached you, her brow furrowed in concern. You instantly got down to her level as she met your gaze. “Sunny, what happened?” Omega gave you a worried once-over. “Did you get hurt?”

You lifted an eyebrow at her. “What do you mean, Omega?”

Omega pointed towards the cockpit. “Tech said on the comms that you and Hunter were coming to meet us, but you never did.”

You fought the warmth that attempted to enter your face as you instead reassured her with a smile. “We just got sidetracked, that’s all. There were a few lingering guards.”

“Really?” The sound of Echo’s voice caused you to look up at him. His expression was much too mischievous for your liking. “That’s surprising.”

Hunter was the one to speak up for you. His tone was coated in caution as he lifted his helmet from his head. “Why?”

Echo leaned against the back of the nearest chair. “Because that alarm I set off was supposed to summon every guard to our post.”

Hunter set his helmet down and crossed his arms over his chest. “Well, it didn’t.”

Echo’s brow shot up. “Are you sure about that?”

“Hunter is telling the truth.” Tech emerged from the cockpit, having already gotten the Marauder into hyperspace. “I saw him stun a guard not far from the fuel supply while he and Sunny were engaged in a passionate kiss.”

Your jaw dropped, and your heart went right with it. Hunter froze beside you, and Echo’s lips stretched in a shit-eating grin as Wrecker broke the stunned silence first. “A what?” He shuffled Omega in front of himself and covered her ears with his hands. She glanced up at him with confusion.

Tech furrowed his brow. “Does that information surprise you?”

“It doesn’t surprise you?” Echo remarked. Meanwhile, you had slightly turned your head towards Hunter, hoping you could somehow hide yourself from this awkward tension.

“Each part of what I have said is rational to me,” Tech explained. “One guard stayed behind with the fuel supply, and Hunter and Sunny have never been subtle with their own relationship. It makes utter and complete sense for them to take advantage of a moment spent alone when we have constantly been around them for many rotations.”

The Marauder had never been more silent. You sighed and rested your hand against your forehead as you spoke. “Thank you for that, Tech.”

Hunter subtly brushed a hand over your back to soothe you as he spoke up next. “I thought you were going back to the ship.”

“I only returned when you were not answering my comm,” Tech argued. “I was attempting to warn you about the lingering guard.”

“We would’ve realized what happened anyway,” Echo insisted. He looked between the two of you and drew a circle around his own mouth. “Lips don’t lie.”

You and Hunter glanced at each other, and it was hard to bite back a smile of amusement when you realized Echo was right. The intensity of your kiss was left behind in evidence on his mouth, and you were sure your own—and possibly even your neck—was just as bad, if not worse.

“We still achieved the objective,” Tech reminded you all. “So what ought to be learned here is that… well, perhaps we should let the two of you have more privacy outside the bounds of a mission.”

Hunter raised his brow at you, and your smile spoke for you before he responded. “That would be nice.”

“Yeah.” You brought yourself just a step closer to his side. “That would be nice.”

But deep down, you both knew the truth; you would do it all over again on the next mission if it meant recreating even a fraction of the moment you had just shared.

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