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Echo in Star Wars: The Bad Batch, 1.01 ‘Aftermath’

I will RIOT if we don’t get Howzer back this season!

Do y’all think we’ll ever see Howzer again? 😞

Do you take requests? I would love to read something with Hunter where he teaches you how to fight :))) smut is also welcome

Hmm, thanks for the input 🔥🔥🔥

Hunter x Fem!Reader One-Shot - Show Me What You've Got

Warnings: Smut/Strongly Suggestive/Soft-Dom Hunter/Training Turns To Smut/Sexual Content/Dub-Con(?)/Dirty Stuff/18+

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You won't find much of a plot here 🤷🏻‍♀️

Also, I'm so tired I could cry, so this is not proofread, sorry...

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You are much too self-confident, actually you already know that before you visit him, so far you never beat hunter in a sparring session. But you want to try out the few moves you learned yesterday. And who would be better suited for that than Hunter, whom you like to get close to anyway? The man is downright outrageously handsome, with his dark hair, that striking face, those firm muscles under his toned skin. Combined with that deep, slightly smoky voice, the way he moves and looks at you, a cocktail that always makes your heart beat faster and fills your nights with wild dreams. Hunter really likes to be alone. You know that because he always makes sure he has a training room all to himself in the barracks. Basically, Hunter withdraws from others at every opportunity rather than seeking their proximity. You know why he takes time off whenever he can, trains alone, and spends as little time as possible with other soldiers besides his own squad. Hunter's extraordinary senses cause him to be quickly exposed to sensory overload, with things that others wouldn't even notice. Being continuously exposed to everything in this way, you imagine, is very exhausting.

So you can understand his general reserve. Hunter is already waiting for you when you enter the training room. He has already spread out the large mat on the floor, which is supposed to cushion any possible falls. You examine him quickly, inconspicuously. Black muscle shirt, black sports pants, barefoot. Of course, he's wearing his bandana, as usual. He has bandaged his hands, probably he intends to go to the punching bag later, you have observed him secretly, fascinated sometimes. The flex of his muscles, the power behind each punch, his posture. You suppress a longing sigh at the thought. Hunter addresses you, snapping you out of your thoughts. "There you are. I've been waiting." You glance at the clock hanging on the wall of the room above your heads, and say dryly, "I'm five minutes early." Hunter smiles with a mischievous twinkle in his eye, "I know, but you're usually in earlier than that" You blink, feeling caught. Does he know that you sometimes secretly watch him? But he distracts your thoughts again.

"You learned something new you wanted to try with me?" he asks curiously. "Um, yeah, right. Something Wolffe showed me." Hunter frowns briefly and asks, so casually it almost doesn't seem casual anymore, "Since when do you hang out with the wolf pack?" The way you look at him makes him feel like you're looking right into him and seeing through his curious question. So he looks down at his hands and pretends he needs to fix the bandages. Somehow you can't recognize his behavior for what it is at this moment. You shrug your shoulders and say, "For quite some time now, as a matter of fact, sometimes. Did I never tell you about it before?" "No, you didn't," Hunter says, clearing his throat and pulling his bandana a little tighter. "Well, now I've told you," you say lightly, unaware of why he's so interested. Hunter nods and says, "Okay, show me what you've got."

His gaze wanders along your body, your posture. Your black yoga pants hugging your curves, the shirt you wear is a little wider, but knotted in the back. Hunter is distracted and promptly lands on his back as you pull his legs away with a simple trick. He makes a startled noise before landing on the ground. Grinning, you bend over him. "Well, that was easy today," you say, amused.

"I wasn't fully on top of my game. That doesn't count." You snort and laugh softly, "Oh come on Hunter, no one on the battlefield cares if you're ready or not either". His eyes narrow, and he says suspiciously smoky, "Hmm, good point". In the next moment he's grabbed you, taken down your defenses, has you on your back and is on top of you.

"Damn," you curse softly and try to break free, but he holds you under him with ease. He grins at you and your heart really jumps out at him, but not only that, a gentle pulse has arisen between your thighs as your nether regions touch, and you feel every contact very clearly through the thin fabric of your pants. "Gotcha, once again," he says with a grin.

You smile back nervously. You are aware of how sharp his senses are, and he will notice the change in your mood and hormone balance very quickly. Finally, you see it in his face. His expression changes, the smile slowly disappears, he blinks and tilts his head slightly to the side. "That's new," he says softly. You don't even ask what he means, because you already know. You swallow and say just as quietly, "Sorry." You expect him to let go of you and seek distance, but he surprises you. Hunter grabs both of your wrists with one hand and pins them above your head on the mattress, his other hand gently moving to the back of your neck. "There is no need to be sorry, if you ask me".

He knows it's a daring move, but he cant help it, he has to take the leap and taste the waters.

Your heart almost jumps out of your chest as his face comes closer and closer. His lips touch yours, slowly at first, tenderly, and your pulse begins to race, your eyes closing. Hunter's tongue slides over your lips which automatically open for him, and as it slides in and touches yours, the pulse between your thighs intensifies. You moan softly into the kiss. Very clearly, you feel him slowly getting hard as his pelvis still rests on yours, between your thighs. The hand that is on your neck slowly moves down, over the fabric of your shirt, feeling your breasts, gently kneading them, probing. His thumb feels your nipples, which are erected, pressing through the thin fabric of your bra and shirt.

A shiver runs down your spine, a tingle spreads through your belly as he plays with your nipples through the fabric, still holding you captive beneath him and his kiss. Ever so slowly, barely noticeably, he moves between your legs, pushing his hard length through the fabric, rubbing over your pubic, sparking gentle, stimulating friction. Hunter's hand finally moves under the fabric, while the other still holds your wrists. You feel his bare fingertips on your skin, the rough fabric of the bandages on his hands as he pushes the cups of your bra up and off your breasts to get at the soft, velvety mounds beneath. Suddenly he straightens up, sitting between your thighs, and let's go of you. He points an admonishing finger at you with a dirty little smile and says, " Stay right there." You obey, not even thinking of contradicting him. He takes off the bandages, removes them from his hands and tosses them carelessly to the side before throwing himself over you again. He stops just inches away from your face, catches himself with his hands on the mat, and grins at you.

Hunter teasingly kisses your chin and the tip of your nose, then straightens up again, pulling your T-shirt over your head. "Be a good girl and come with me," he says in an almost whisper, close to your ear, just before he bites your earlobe very gently.

You swallow, but nod and let him help you up. Clad only in your panties, you follow him to a side chamber where other workout equipment is stored. Hunter leads you to one of the benches where people usually lift weights, puts his towel over it and gently but firmly pushes you onto it so that you are lying on your back in front of him.

With a little smirk, he says, "Good girl."

Hunter wanders down along your body, pulling off your yoga pants and murmuring, "I really need to smell and taste you." You blink, heat flooding your body the second you realize exactly what he means by that. Your pants land on the floor, then his fingers travel down from the base of your breasts to where your body is radiating the most heat. His fingertips ghost over the thin fabric of your panties, lingering on the wet spot, exerting playful pressure. Hunter is kneeling in front of the bench, head between your thighs, close to your pubic area, he takes a deep breath and shakily expels it. "Damn, what a scent!"

His cock is already twitching expectantly in his pants, your hormones, the luring substances your body produces in arousal, tingling under his skin, from crown to toe. His fingers finally wander under the waistband of your panties and pull them off as well.

You can't believe that you are lying practically naked on a bench in one of the training halls, Hunter's head between your thighs. He has reserved this room for himself, but it is not locked, someone could still come in. But this thought suddenly disappears from your mind when you feel his breath on your damp folds, and shortly after his lips and tongue.

He presses his tongue to your pussy, roaming through your folds, dipping into your sensitive, wet hole once or twice, making you twitch, before he focuses on your clit. His tongue, exerting perfect pressure, circles skillfully and nimbly on the bundle of nerves. You haven't noticed it yourself yet, but you're already sighing, moaning and gasping, fueling him in his efforts. Hunter feels exactly each of your reactions, knows exactly when and what causes your arousal to increase, and thus learns very quickly, to perfection, every pressure, every movement that sends you into ecstasy. You tremble with aroused tension, your thighs quiver gently. You are so horny, and yet a part of you is very aware of what is happening and can't quite grasp it. That's Hunter tonguing your clit as if he's been programmed to do just that. It feels so good, everything is tingling and vibrating inside you, your hands are gripping the bench above your head and clutching at it.

He is relentless. You hear the soft slurp, a repetitive soft aroused rumble deep from his chest as he holds your thighs apart with his hands. He's getting faster and faster, his tongue gliding over your swollen pearl more and more rapidly. Hunter is literally chasing you towards your orgasm. The knot that has formed in your belly loosens, a fiery tingle pulses through your clit, your pussy twitches and drips. Your moan is almost like a little scream. Hunter's tongue massages you through a prolonged, intense climax.

You dare only a brief glance and see his intense eyes, the pupils so dilated that his eyes seem almost black. His senses are full of you, your scent and your hormones have practically overpowered him. He lets go of your clit, just at the right moment, and you're just about to catch your breath when he moves further down and his tongue suddenly drills into your dripping opening and starts licking you out. "Hunter!" you exclaim, startled. Hypersensitive after climaxing, you twitch and tremble as he uses his tongue to fill you. He has to grip tighter to keep you from escaping his grasp and slipping off the bench with your twitching. You claw even harder with your hands on the bench. Hunter takes his time, absorbing every drop of your juices like a starving man. It takes a moment, but your arousal builds again. Suddenly his head comes out from between your legs and he takes a deep breath.

"What a feast, my good girl," he says in a voice rough with horniness. He straightens up, kneeling in front of the bench, his pelvis between your thighs, and you catch a glimpse of his hard length. His cock is thick, long, gently curved, the tip slightly red and swollen, leaking pre-cum. You lick your lips, knowing what's coming next, can't wait to feel him inside you. But you're also a little nervous. You know him, you know he won't hurt you, but this has all happened so suddenly and quite unexpectedly. As if sensing it, he looks at you and asks softly, "Are you ready for me, beautiful?" You blink, feeling a little breathless, but you nod and say, "I couldn't be more ready." He smirks, looks down, grips the base of his cock and guides the tip to your pussy. Hunter is hungry, very much so, but he takes it slow, applying only gentle pressure at first, prodding at your entrance, softly. You bend your legs and pull them up, opening your thighs invitingly a little wider for him.

Hunter applies more pressure, parts your wet folds and slowly advances between your slick walls. You watch him as he tenses his muscles. He licks his lips, looks down and watches in fascination as his hard length sinks into you. As he bottoms out in you, he closes his eyes for a moment and takes a deep breath. The feeling is intense, for both of you. For him as your wet heat closes around his cock, his senses full of you, and for you as he stretches and fills you. One of his hands moves to your hip and grips gently but firmly, the other moves to your pubic area. His fingertips gently glide over your clit, which is swollen, gently pulsing. Your legs clamp gently but firmly around his hips, showing him you're ready for more. Hunter smiles in satisfaction. He can definitely feel and smell your willingness. He knows that his fingers dancing on your pearl have got you going again. His hips pull back a bit and thrust into you again. A soft wet sound, accompanied by the impact of naked skin on naked skin, fills the room. He takes you slowly, but he gradually speeds up. You feel each thrust, erotically invading, combined with your pearl pulsing under his fingers, and you lean your head back.

Hunter watches you, your every movement, the way your breasts move with each of his thrusts, and again and again he looks down, watching your bodies merge. "This is so good, Hunter," you moan, pushing against his thrusts, using your hands on the bench to push. He's getting faster and faster. The accelerating, lewd sound of your bodies colliding with each thrust, mixed with your lustful sounds, is like music to his ears. The tension, the intensity increases, you feel it too. You automatically tense your abdomen, causing your pussy to close even tighter around his cock.

He lets out a half-swallowed moan. His fingers on your clit quicken, his whole body tense, hard as granite. You groan out in a near whisper, "So close." "Good girl," Hunter presses out breathlessly.

His thrusts become irregular, he bites his lower lip, his hand on your hip grips tighter. Your climax pulses through the center of your body, makes your pussy twitch, and your thighs shake. A curse comes across your lips. The next moment you hear him let out a deep, drawn-out moan, feel his warm seed coating your walls. Two-three more slow, firm thrusts and Hunter pauses, breathing heavily. You both catch your breath, only now noticing that everything here smells musty like an old gym, mixed with the distinct tangy, salty smell of sex. He leaves your body, gently cleans you with the towel. Then, finally, your eyes meet again. You look at each other for a moment, then both of you grin. "That was an interesting workout," you say, laughing softly. He chuckles and says, "That's something Wolffe sure didn't show you." You look at him cheekily and say, "How would you know?" Hunter frowns, his smile disappears, he doesn't seem to know quite what to say. You can see his shoulders tense. You chuckle and say, "You should see your face. Relax Sergeant, you're the only soldier who's been between my thighs so far."

Hunter's shoulders relax again, he raises a brow in amusement, "If you don't mind, I'd like to remain the only one in the future"

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

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

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

Hunter

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Tech

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

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

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

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

(insert some form of a partially coherent sentence here)

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

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

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

Wrecker

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

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

Ooooooh how he stares

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

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

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

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

Crosshair

Crosshair hates formal events. He hates them.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Echo

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

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

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

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

This THRILLS you

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Bonus: Omega

It's for a fun fancy event

Y'all MATCH

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

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

Not my usual Echo content but 🫣🥴🤒

*blushes profusely* I will rewatch the whole Twilight Saga just for you, sir

Tech (TBB) Fic Recs

I Think I Might Be In Love With You by @kaminocasey

Tech's Tattoos by @kaminocasey

Jealous? It's Obvious by @nahoney22

You Look Absolutely Irresistible by @nahoney22

Racing Ahead by @nahoney22

The Beginning of Something by @nahoney22

A Soft Touch by @nahoney22

Lighting Your Heart by @nahoney22

Companionable Silence by @thenonsensebatch

Guess I Waited To Long 2 by @originalcollectionartistry

Communication by @myoongiverse16

Making Eyes by @crosshairs-wife

Private Lesson by @moodymisty

Handling by @moodymisty

Jealousy by @hunnythebee

Terrible Liars by @photogirl894

Isn't It Obvious by @photogirl894

Secrets Out by @photogirl894

Over Drinks by @photogirl894

Glasses by @rainydaydream-gal18

Check Up by @rainydaydream-gal18

Over Doing It by @hunterssecretrecipe

Point Counterpoint 2 by @sporadicthingcollection

Star-crossed Lovers by @seriowan

Keep Me Close by @the-marshals-wife

The Three Kisses by @moonlight-sonata99

To Be Loved By Him by @starryevermore

Transparency by @pizza-writes

Tech Support by @techtalksfics

Talk Too Much by @writing-positivelyexisting

When He's Injured by @cl9neclubh9use

Seeing Double by @ghostofskywalker

Alone Together by @jedipoodoo

Alone Together by @eyecandyeoz

Domestic Tech by @wild-karrde

Wait a damn minute 😭🤧

I thought this was about Tech and Romar (I believe that’s his name) 🧍🏽‍♀️😭 I cackled thinking about Texh giving him a hip replacement !! Im so done…

yeah yeah fucking that old man, but what about cherishing that old man? tenderly holding that old man?

Shut up virgin, that old man's gonna need a hip replacement when I'm done with him

Bonus

Echo didn't tell him.

Hunter looks like he drinks Tea.

Here is another stupid drawing inspired by something I just to do when I was a kid.