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photogirl894 · 2 days

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Nuff said 🥵🥵🥵🥵

Hi!! Congratulations on 4,500 followers, you deserve it and SO MUCH MORE!! If you’re interested and comfortable of course, can I request from the fluff prompts “I like your eyes” and from the NFSW prompts “I wanna make love to you” and “you can be a little rougher” with Echo please? I love him and I’m so happy he made an appearance today, he deserves the sweetest and sensual things, thank you!!♥️✨

Moonlight***

🫧 Pairing: Echo X Gender Neutral Reader

word count: 1.6k

prompts:

“I like your eyes.”

“I want to make love to you.”

“You can be a little rougher.”

Summary: The flirtatious gazes and gestures finally leads to something more; but why is Echo holding back?

Warnings: NSFW, 18+ Only, Explicit Sexual Content and Language, Sex, Multiple Positions, Nervous Echo, Reassuring Reader, Dirty Talk, Praising, Light Hair Pulling, Light Rough Sex, Aftercare, Creampie, Cuddling, Kissing, Mutual Pining, Spoiler Free. NSFW under the cut.

Authors note: Cheeky asking for 3 prompts when I said you’re only allowed 2… buuuuut I’m feeling generous 😌🩶 and you didn’t specify pronouns so I defaulted to GN so I hope that’s okay?🩶

He stands before you, his breath dancing with yours as you both find refuge in a secluded corner, shielded from the prying eyes of the others. "You look so good tonight," Echo murmurs softly, his hand gently resting on your waist, pulling you closer. "It almost feels a shame to undress you."

A flush rises to your cheeks at his compliment, and you bite your lip, wrapping your arms around the back of his neck. "Perhaps... but I sense this is something you've desired for quite some time, Sir," you whisper huskily, before claiming his lips with your own, feeling a rush of excitement as he presses you against the wall.

After the consistent exchange of flirtatious glances and the occasional suggestive remarks after months, the tension between you and Echo finally reached its boiling point. Unable to resist any longer, you whispered in his ear for him to follow you after the batch decided to have celebratory drinks at a rather upscale bar.

As you both slipped away, your hands couldn’t stay off each other. "I got us a room… do you want to do this?" you asked, your words muffled by the heat of his breath against your lips, followed by a gasp as he trailed kisses from your jaw down to your neck.

"Absolutely," he replied, his smirk obvious against your exposed skin, sending shivers down your spine. "Just lead the way."

Taking his hand and ensuring the others didn't see (not that it was any of their business anyway), you led him up to the room, a mixture of excitement and a touch of anxiety coursing through you as you entered. You were both really doing this.

When the door hissed closed behind you both, you looked at each other, the realization that you were finally alone together hitting you.

Silently, he unclipped all of his armor pieces and set them aside, you doing the same with your gear, but also slipping off your shirt. Echo gazed at you, nothing but awe in his eyes.

You chuckled at his reaction and pointed to your face. "My eyes are up here, handsome."

"Well, that’s good to know because…” he smirked as he approached, a soft hand cupping your cheek as his scomp rested on your hip, “…I like your eyes."

He pulls you closer, both consumed by another fiery kiss until you tumble onto the bed with him falling on top of you, his hand exploring your chest, touching you in all the places you've fantasized about.

Shedding the remainder of your clothes and Echo's, he sits between your legs, admiring you for a moment. "I feel so lucky right now."

"As do I," you grin, your lips swollen and eyes filled with desire as you take in his form. However, when you briefly glance at his cybernetics, you notice him shift uncomfortably. He doesn't say anything, instead chuckling and focusing on his hand's work. Slipping between your legs, you gasp his name as he expertly caresses your sex with precision and tenderness.

"Mmm, do you like that, darling?" he whispers in your ear, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine. "Do you enjoy it when I touch you there?"

"Y-yes, oh yes, Echo," you moan, your skin ablaze with desire as he swiftly brings you to climax, his words of praise and encouragement sending you soaring to cloud nine.

Your gaze drifts to his throbbing cock beside you, and you smirk as you reach out, taking it in your hand. His reaction is immediate—a gasp followed by a deep groan. "Such a beautiful cock," you purr, stroking along its length as his movements between your legs intensify.

Desiring to maintain eye contact as you pleasure him, you do struggle to keep your gaze fixed on him. Your eyelids grow heavy as the impending orgasm coils tightly within your core, causing your back to arch in response to his touch. He's biting his lip, gasping, his breaths deep and heavy as his hips grind into your soft palm.

"I want to make love to you," he breathes, and you eagerly comply with his request, releasing his cock and pulling his lips back down to yours, his member pressing against your stomach as his tongue eagerly explores your mouth.

"Then love me, Echo," you pant, your voice filled with longing. "Love me."

He groans in response, taking hold of his cock as he positions himself at your entrance, teasing you with the gentle rub of his tip.

He locks eyes with you as he slowly sheathes into you, filling you gloriously. "Fuck, yes—just… just like that," you moan, sitting up on your elbows, watching as his tip disappears inside you.

As you lay back on the bed, Echo places his hand on your thigh, spreading your legs an inch wider as he begins to rut inside you, his movements slow and tender. "This is all for you, darling… all for you," he whispers.

Your eyes flutter closed, savouring the sensation of his stiff cock pushing slow and deep inside you, your body tightening around his girth. But you crave more. You want him to love you passionately, yet at this moment, he's being too delicate.

"Faster, Echo, fuck me faster, baby," you moan, feeling him pick up the pace. But as you open your eyes, you see him deep in concentration.

"You can be a little rougher," you suggest, prompting him to still his movements, his cock remaining warm inside you.

Raising a brow at his concern, you reassure him, "You won't hurt me. I trust you. You can fuck me however you want."

His eyes flash with understanding, and suddenly, both of your legs are draped over one of his shoulders as he bends you almost in half, before he starts slamming down into you with increasing force, eliciting moans that scratch at your throat as he becomes more demanding.

Your hands grip at his shoulders, gasping as pleasure floods your senses, the sounds of his balls slapping against your skin reverberating around the room. "Is this rough enough for you, darling? Do you like it nice and hard?" he taunts, delivering a complete switch-up, bordering on rough yet remaining aware that he will be gentle if you ask him to be.

"Yes! Stars, yes!" you cry out in ecstasy, your legs aching from the intense position, but the pleasure is undeniably worth it.

"So perfect, feel so good around my cock. Can’t believe I waited so long to fuck you," he murmurs, his hand gripping your thigh tightly, his scomp ensuring your legs stay positioned over his shoulders. After another minute of him fucking you so good, he releases you, panting before flipping you onto your stomach.

Your face is buried in the duvet, hands gripping tight as he positions himself at your entrance again before sliding in. "O-oh, Echo!"

"That’s it, my beauty," he whispers, leaning over you to kiss between your shoulder blades. "Is this okay?"

It's more than okay. He's more than okay.

"Yes, don’t stop—don’t stop until you cum inside me, Echo," you beg, earning a sensual chuckle in return as he thrusts into you, his scomp resting on the base of your back and the other tangling in your hair, tassels of hair scrunching between his fingers as he delivers back shots like you’ve never experienced before.

With a steady pace and sharp, precise thrusts, your eyes sting from the intensity of him stretching you open and lightly tugging at your hair. "M-More."

He shifts from being on both knees to kneeling on just one, finding a better rhythm as he continues to plow into you, releasing your hair and placing his hand on your shoulder, pulling you back into him so you can meet his thrusts as he pounds you into the bed.

Stars blur your vision once again, your moans muffled by the duvet as he takes you from behind. You can feel your orgasm building again, and by his ragged breaths, you know he is too.

You're moved again, this time onto your side as he slides in behind you, keeping your leg raised in the air as his arms wrap around you, sliding into your slick hole effortlessly. Your gazes lock as he cups your jaw with his hand. "Are you close, darling? I'm—fuck—I'm not going to last much longer."

You nod feverishly, biting your lip as sweat glistens on your body. "Yes, yes, yes, please cum in me, Echo. I need you."

"I've got you," he murmurs, leaning in to tenderly kiss you, his thrusts becoming labored. "I love you so much."

Your arousal peaks at his words, and you whimper your reply into his mouth as you feel his seed fill you up and drain out of you. "I love you too, Echo."

Panting, you reach your climax, your body trembling, but he holds you close, murmuring softly in your ear. "That's it... you did so well." He kisses the side of your head as he slips out of you, the sensation lewd but a wave of tiredness washing over you.

When Echo returns from the refresher after saying he was going to get something to freshen you up, he pauses, his gaze lingering on you as you lie in bed, bathed in moonlight filtering through the blinds, casting shadows over your body.

Sensing his presence, your eyes flutter open, and you warmly smile at him. "See something you like?"

"Absolutely," he chuckles, stepping closer and handing you a cloth and towel. After you freshen up, you curl up under the duvet, Echo slipping in beside you. You nestle into his embrace, the silence between you comfortable.

But as you wince while shifting, he immediately panics. "Did I hurt you?"

"No, sweetie," you reassure him softly, kissing his cheek. "I'm just a bit tender. It's been a while," you admit sheepishly.

"Well… if you're sure," he says softly, visibly relaxing.

"I'm sure. I loved tonight. Thank you for being careful with me," you smile, and Echo can't help but plant a kiss on your hair, holding you close until the two of you fall asleep after a perfect night, at long last.

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photogirl894 · 3 days

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“EcHo fInAlLy hAs a ReAl HaNd!”

Listen punk, all this episode proves is he could have had a “real hand” this whole time and chose not to.

#I'VE 👏 ALREADY 👏 BEEN 👏 SAYING 👏 THIS 👏 FOR 👏 YEARS!!!!#if he wanted a hand he could've gotten one!#but why get rid of the scomp when it's proven useful?#besides he only took the hand to blend in as a stormtrooper #otherwise he didn't actually use it and he kept taking it off #HE NEVER WANTED A HAND!!!!#and i will die on this hill #star wars the bad batch #the bad batch #bad batch season 3 #bad batch season 3 spoilers #bad batch spoilers #tbb spoilers

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photogirl894 · 3 days

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I'm sorry...but all I see is this 🤣🤣

no thoughts just Echo pulling this face

#star wars the bad batch #the bad batch #bad batch echo #bad batch season 3 #bad batch season 3 spoilers #bad batch spoilers #tbb spoilers

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photogirl894 · 3 days

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Always wonderful to hear from you, Candy, my dear!! 💜

Hehe I loved that remark from Tech! It was too good to pass up 🤣

Yeah both Kimber and Hunter don't hide their feelings well...at least as far as the others are concerned 😜 why do you think they're perfect for each other? haha

Well...I guess you'll see 😁😁

"Sun and Rain"

Chapter 7

"Observations"

A "Bad Batch" fanfic!

Pairing: Hunter x fem OC, Echo (more best friend pairing)

A/N: Nothing really! Just thank you to everyone who's been reading, liking, commenting and reblogging my story! 😊 You guys are amazing! ❤

《 Chapter 6

》 Chapter 8

All chapters

Explanation: After the skirmish on Felucia, Crosshair and Hunter get serious about Kimber. She and Echo also have their talk about Echo's experience on Skako Minor.

After Echo had told them he would go to Kimber and told them to go, Hunter, Tech, Rex and Wrecker had finished off the ground force and then dashed into the facility. Once they were inside, they took out whatever remaining Droids were inside with Tech's help when he decided to reprogram one of the Droids to where he could control it, thus redirecting its fire onto the other Droids. Afterwards, Hunter had run up to the turret that had almost shot Kimber, took control of it and had turned its aim towards the other turret, taking it out immediately. With the destruction of the tower, the Separatist facility was theirs.

As they exited the outpost, they spotted Echo and Crosshair...and Kimber, her helmet removed and lying limp in Crosshair's arms.

"Kimber!" Hunter immediately called out, rushing over to them with the others behind him.

"Take it easy, Hunter," stated Crosshair as Hunter came up to them and removed his helmet. "She merely fainted."

"I'd imagine this much action was a bit more than she bargained for," added Echo.

Looking back down at her, Crosshair then said, "Though, I'll admit: she did well for her first mission."

Everyone's eyes widened in surprise.

"A compliment from Crosshair...it's a shame Kimber isn't conscious because she would've just witnessed a miracle," Tech declared.

"Stow it, Tech," Crosshair sneered.

"She should be okay," Echo reassured the others.

Hunter gazed down at Kimber's face. She looked so serene, which was definitely better than how she appeared when they first found her. By the stars, she truly was beautiful. He had seen it before, but now that she was healthier and healed, her beauty was more accentuated. To his memory, he couldn't remember seeing a more fair and lovely being anywhere. He then recalled hearing her cry out when the Droids were shooting at her and the fear that had arisen within him at the thought of her being harmed on their account. That was the last thing he wanted to happen; she was an innocent woman who didn't deserve to be thrust into their war, even if she did choose to come on her own. He couldn't ask anymore of her. What she'd done to help them that day to take the Separatist facility was already more than enough. Kimber deserved better than this; better than them. She deserved to be back home on Tatooine...despite his perhaps selfish wishes in not wanting her to go back.

He faced Rex and asked him, "Captain, what should we do about her? Should we take her back to Coruscant...or do we take her back to Tatooine?"

Rex's expression was uncertain and he let out a sigh. "I don't know. I feel that choice should be left up to her. I need to report to the Generals. I'll be back." With that, he walked a few yards away out of sight.

Crosshair and Echo both carefully laid Kimber up against the tree behind them. By the facility, Tech and Wrecker were disposing of all the Droid wreckage.

"She must have done something right for you to compliment her the way you did," Hunter said to Crosshair, who had stepped back from Kimber, removed his helmet and stuck another toothpick in his mouth.

With a frown, Crosshair said back to him, "I may be a skeptic, Hunter, but I know a good sniper when I see one." He glanced down at Kimber, resting soundly against the tree. "Despite when the Droids were firing at her, she held her own well for a simple woman from Tatooine. She has skill." His eyes narrowed curiously.

That didn't go unnoticed by Hunter. "I know that look. What are you thinking?"

Looking back at him, Crosshair told him, "I'm thinking it wouldn't hurt to have her tag along with us a little longer."

Astonished at that statement, Hunter replied, "Are you crazy? Crosshair, she isn't a soldier. She's not made for a life like this. Besides, she has family on Tatooine who are probably wondering where she is. We need to take her back."

"Think about it, Sarge. She was the Tuskens' prisoner for long enough that she lost track of the amount of time she was with them. Don't you think her family would've found her before we did?"

That was a question Hunter didn't expect and, for a brief moment, was unsure how to answer. Finally, he just said, "Perhaps they presumed her dead...and we shouldn't keep her from them any longer. We only took her with us to Coruscant because she needed better medical help and Echo didn't want to risk the Tuskens getting to her again."

"Aren't we still taking that risk by taking her back anyway?" Crosshair asked, folding his arms.

Hunter once again was stumped. He couldn't deny that Crosshair made a point with that question, but he shook his head and said, "It's not up to us, Crosshair."

"You're right...it's her choice. Have you even asked her if she wants to go back to Tatooine?"

"I...," Hunter began, but then he faltered. In truth, he had never actually asked Kimber about that. He simply assumed that she would want to because it was her home planet.

Crosshair spoke up again, "I personally think she could be a good asset to the team and perhaps, we could give her that choice eventually. Not that you would complain about that."

"What are you talking about?" Hunter questioned him.

A mischievous grin appeared on Crosshair's face. "I may see things well from a distance, but I notice things up close, too, Hunter. Don't think I haven't seen the way you've been looking at her and how protective you've been of her. You're beginning to care about her."

Put on the spot, Hunter turned his face away to hide his reaction. He should've known that, out of everyone in the squad, Crosshair would be the one to pick up on those little nuances. He guessed he wasn't as good at hiding it as he thought.

Though, in the moment, he didn't want to be vulnerable and admit it, so he said in response to Crosshair a bit defensively, "I simply want to keep her safe, Crosshair. Kimber wasn't born for war like we are. She deserves a better life than anything we can offer her and I don't want her to come to harm again."

"Mm-hmm...," Crosshair hummed, twirling his toothpick with his teeth, clearly unconvinced by Hunter's explanation.

Just then, they heard Kimber groan.

The two of them focused their attention on her as they noticed her eyelids fluttering open. Hunter got down onto a knee right in front of her.

"Kimber?" he said.

"Hunter?" she asked back, her eyes now fully open.

"She's awake!" Hunter called out to the others.

At his call, Echo, Tech and Wrecker all came jogging over to them.

"Kimber, are you all right?" Wrecker asked, concerned.

She straightened up against the tree, rubbed her head and responded through another groan, "Yeah...yeah, I'm all right. I guess that fight took a lot more out of me than I thought."

"You did great," said Echo, laying his hand on her shoulder.

"Even Crosshair said so," stated Tech, which earned him a little shove in the arm from Crosshair.

Kimber suspected from his reaction that Crosshair wasn't typically one to offer any sort of acclaim that often. She met his gaze and decided she wouldn't make a big deal out of it for his sake, so she simply gave him a smile and a respectful nod. He gave her a nod back.

"I assume you took the facility?" she asked, looking between all of them.

"Indeed, we did," answered Tech. "Though, it's mostly thanks to your advantageous strategy."

Kimber scoffed. "I really didn't do much."

"Give yourself some credit, Kimber," Hunter told her. "Were it not for your help, we wouldn't have been able to capture this outpost as easily if at all. You really helped us out."

"He's right," spoke Rex's voice as he came up behind the rest of them. He grinned, impressed, down at Kimber as he said, "You really proved yourself today. You should be proud."

Kimber blushed timidly.

"Let's finish the cleanup here, boys," Rex then ordered the Bad Batch, "and Tech, I'll need you to help gather all the intel we can from inside this facility."

"You've got it, sir," Tech responded gladly, pulling out his datapad and making his way back to the entrance of the outpost.

Rex then looked at Echo and said, "Echo, why don't you take Kimber back to the Marauder while we finish things up here?"

Echo bowed his head in response.

As the rest of the squad moved out to carry out Rex's orders, Hunter stayed behind for an extra moment. He simply gave Kimber a bright, reassuring smile and he gently grasped her hand while keeping his eyes on her. To Kimber's relief, she didn't feel triggered or have the urge to retract her hand this time and she couldn't hold back her own smile as she took in the warmth of his touch. After that, Hunter stood up and went off to join the others.

Once he was out of earshot, Echo came in front of Kimber, offered a hand out to her and said with a devious look in his eyes, "Don't think I didn't see that."

As she took his hand and stood up with his help, she asked, "Didn't see what?"

"That smile on your face when Hunter touched your hand," he answered as they began walking away from the outpost. "You're still smiling."

Embarrassed, Kimber turned away, covering her hand with her mouth.

Then he snickered. "Oh and your face is now as red as the Sergeant's bandana."

"Shut up, Echo!" she exclaimed, mortified, shoving him in the arm, which made him chuckle even more. She exhaled loudly. "I...don't even know what to say."

"You don't need to say anything about it," he assured her.

The look he was giving her told her everything: he knew full well that she was attracted to Hunter, but he was going to keep her secret; he wouldn't say anything about it to anyone.

"Thank you," she sighed.

He simply nodded and they kept going.

After a few minutes of silence, they were almost to the Marauder, but then Kimber stopped in place. Echo noticed this shortly after realizing she wasn't next to him and he looked back over his shoulder.

"Kimber? Is everything okay?" he asked her, moving back towards her.

She suddenly looked at him with sadness in her eyes. "I want to say I'm sorry."

Taken aback, he questioned her, "What are you sorry for? You haven't done anything to me."

"Echo...I know about the Citadel...and Skako Minor."

His face turned from confusion to understanding once he heard her say that. He sighed and asked, "Is this why you said you wanted to talk later?"

"Yes," she answered.

"Rex told you, didn't he?"

Kimber simply nodded.

"I had a feeling he would, since I hadn't had the chance to tell you myself," he said nonchalantly. "I don't mind, though. He's the only person I would want to tell my story other than myself."

"That's why you've been so attentive to me...because you understand, in a way, what I've been through...because you, too, were a slave."

He gave her a nod. "Yes. I didn't want you to feel alone."

She stepped closer to him, her voice trembling. "Echo...you suffered so much more than I did. Yes, I was beaten and tortured often, but you were made into a human machine! You were hooked up to the computers of an entire facility and your mind was used against your will! Then you were rescued and walked away from that only months ago! Echo...how do you do it? How do you possibly cope with that every day?"

"Trust me, I'm reminded about it daily," he responded, holding up his scomp arm, "and I knew that would be the case. I knew I could either let it haunt me and I would be miserable or I could accept that this was who I am now, learn to live with it and I'd be...less miserable. Believe me, I'm still haunted by it." His eyes went distant. "I have nightmares still from time to time. Both about the explosion at the Citadel and what happened on Skako Minor...but that's part of being a soldier. Sometimes, you have to recover from things quicker so you can get back out in the field and help those who need you."

"That doesn't seem very fair."

"It might not be, but I don't mind. I helped the Republic gain their victory over Anaxes very shortly after I was rescued. I was ready to get back in and help, especially when I was unwittingly part of the reason why they kept getting defeated. That's just part of who I am."

Kimber was stunned listening to him. He truly was such a selfless person who didn't seem concerned with his own self. His priorities seemed to be with other people; the Republic and her. How could he have suffered so much and still be so caring and level-headed?

He kept going, "We found you on Tatooine and you said you had been made a slave. In that moment, I knew I couldn't leave you there. I knew once you were out of the Tusken camp what you would experience and I knew I could help. I may have overstepped in having the Bad Batch take you to Coruscant, but I didn't trust leaving you on Tatooine at the time. I know soon we'll have to take you back, but--"

"No!" Kimber suddenly cried out.

Echo was startled by her outburst. He said nothing, but stared at her, puzzled.

"I can't go back to Tatooine," she told him. Just as Echo was about to ask her why, she said, her voice breaking, "I have nothing left there. When the Tuskens took me, they...they...."

Fearing what she was about to say, he went up to her, put his hand and his scomp arm on her shoulders and urged her, "They what? Kimber, what did the Tuskens do?"

A sob escaped her throat as she confided, "They...destroyed my home...and they killed my parents. I have no one...I have nothing."

Unable to hold herself together, Kimber clutched at her heart and her knees buckled beneath her. Echo caught her around the waist, supporting her, and guided her down to her knees. Once she touched the ground, she fell against Echo's chest and wept. He held her tight and close and didn't say a word, his heart breaking at her revelation and listening to her crying. This poor young woman truly was alone in the world. Was there anything he could do for her?

After a few minutes of letting her cry, Echo finally said to her soothingly, "I am so sorry, Kimber. I know you're hurting now...but I promise, I'll find a way to help you."

She shook her head against his chest. "No...you don't need to," she said in a strained voice. "I don't want the others to know."

"Why not?"

"You boys already have worried too much about me and I don't want to give them anymore to worry about. I don't want to be more of a burden to your squad than I already am."

Echo brought his hand to Kimber's cheek and raised her tear-filled gaze to meet his. "Kimber, you are not a burden to us," he stated firmly. "It was our choice to bring you with us to Coruscant and to look after you. We wouldn't have brought you with us here if you were a burden. If you told the others, I know they would all be willing to help you out."

Sadly, she shook her head again. "You all have already done enough for me. I can't ask anymore of you. I'll let you take me back to Tatooine and let the others think I'll be okay...but then I'll board a transport and go somewhere else...and find my own way."

"Kimber...," Echo groaned, unsure and unhappy with what she was saying, but then he stopped himself. This wasn't the time to argue with her. So he grasped her by the shoulder and said, "Come on, let's get you on the ship."

He helped her back up to her feet, wrapped his good arm around her shoulders and walked with her to the Marauder, praying silently to the stars that he would still find a way to help her somehow. Despite what she said, there was no chance he was going to let her go back to Tatooine now that he knew she would be alone.

He would find a way...he had to.

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photogirl894 · 3 days

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I don't think that's accurate since it's not from an official Star Wars source.

Just clickbait. Unless it comes from an official SW source, don't believe it.

Well, I don't think we'll get that final one-hour episode, folks. Some people are already talking about it on Instagram.

#star wars the bad batch #the bad batch

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photogirl894 · 4 days

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I LITERALLY SAID THE SAME THING 🤣🤣🤣

Thank you for this deep lore analysis Eck very cool. What can we say Rampart is hot.

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photogirl894 · 4 days

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Pain

Change a single letter and change the word game

I want to play a game with you all.

You have to make a new word by changing only one letter of the last word.

Dirt

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photogirl894 · 4 days

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Disney, as Bad Batch Eve falls:

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Yes, yes, yes, a thousand times yes!!!! 😍🥰

Alanah, this was perfect!! You never cease to amaze me! I knew you'd deliver another amazing fic! Shy Hunter, my absolute beloved!! 🥰🥰

Bestie, this was amazing! Thank you so much and well done!! 💜

Alanah, my sweet, darling friend, congratulations to you on your many, many followers!! 💜💜 You deserve all of them and I'm more than delighted to be one of them!

My request is for Hunter (surprised? 😜) with the following 2 prompts, pretty please!

🫧15: “Smiling is the second best thing you can do with your lips.” (Fluff list)

🫧4: “The truth is I don’t hate you. I…I tolerate you.” / “I thought you were going to say love.” / and if I did?” (Enemies to lovers list)

Little angst wouldn't hurt, leading to something fluffy and nice...I trust you 🥰

I cannot wait!! 😆💜 Love you so much, bestie!!

Fall With Me 🌊

🫧 Pairing: Hunter X Female Reader

word count: 1.4k

prompts:

“The truth is I don’t hate you. I… I tolerate you.” / “I thought you were going to say love.” / “And if I did?”

“Smiling is the second best thing you can do with your lips.”

Summary: Initially a scam artist that got in a mix up with the squad, you turned out to be a reliable source and ally. However, Hunter isn’t exactly too fond of you. Or is he?

Warnings: Safe for Work, Little Angst, Fluff, Reader Is Scared of Heights, First Kiss, Mutual Pining, Female Reader. Not Proofread.

Authors note: I love you too bestie! And no, not a surprise at all 😉 Hope this is okay! Enjoy! Love you so much, thanks for always supporting me. 🩶

“And that leaves yourself and Hunter to pair up.”

After Tech outlined the upcoming mission, the realisation of being paired with Sarge left you feeling a tad uneasy. It wasn't due to any discomfort around him or found him horrible; in fact, quite the opposite. However, the thought of potentially failing in his presence was unsettling.

There had been occasions where you'd caught him casting a displeased glance, not directly at you, but in response to mishaps involving you. So, there was a heightened sense of pressure to perform well. But, you took it with a pinch of salt and hoped to prove yourself to him today.

As Hunter nonchalantly announced, 'Alright, let's head out,' you silently appreciated his professionalism in not opting to change partners. With a quick exchange of well-wishes, the team gathered their gear and set off, Hunter leading the way while you followed closely behind.

Navigating the outskirts of a dilapidated settlement teeming with mercenaries and rogues, Hunter paused to comm the others, prompting you to remain vigilant and on lookout. When happy that everyone was in position, he refocused his attention on you as he inquired, “Ready to get up there?”

Your eyes widened beneath your helmet as you nervously asked, “Up where?”

Stepping aside, Hunter revealed a rusty and precarious ladder partially concealed by vines. A surge of apprehension washed over you; it seemed that Wrecker weren't the only one with a fear of heights.

“Oh.” you involuntarily squeaked, hastily composing yourself. However, Hunter picked up on your hesitation.

“Don’t tell me you're afraid of heights too,” he remarked with a sigh, adding to your mounting anxiety about the partnership. Despite your concerns, you hoped he wouldn't view you as a liability. Before you could formulate a response, Hunter secured his backpack and tethered it to both of you, assuring, “There we go. If you fall, I'll catch you.”

Though his expression was concealed by his helmet, the gesture provided some reassurance and even added a little flutter in your stomach. You may be scared of failing him but that didn’t make him all the less attractive. As you glanced at the connecting cords and then at the daunting ladder, a knot formed in your stomach. “Do I go first?” you tentatively asked.

“Yes. Now, let's get going.” he instructed, giving you a gentle nudge forward.

As you began the ascent, your heart raced with each rung of the ladder you grasped, your gaze fixed firmly ahead, avoiding the sight of the perilous drop below.

"Keep going, don't look down," you whispered to yourself, your fingers gripping the ladder tightly, praying that each rusted bar would hold.

Halfway up, the realisation of the height hit you with full force. Two hundred meters above ground, you reaffirmed your determination but then, as your hand clasped onto the next bar, it gave way, knocking you off your balance.

With lightning speed, Hunter surged upward, positioning himself behind you and using his body to steady yours, preventing you from falling back. "Are you alright?" he asked, concern evident in his voice.

Speech eluded you, your chest heaving as the gravity of the situation sank in. Tears threatened behind your visor as you grappled with the near miss. "Just... give me a moment," you managed to utter, completely overwhelmed.

The sudden realisation of Hunter's close proximity jolted you back to the present. "Let's... let's keep going," you rasped, nodding slightly. Hunter obliged, stepping down but keeping a reassuring hand firmly planted on the small of your back, providing much-needed support until you regain your composure.

When you both finally reached the summit, you had to restrain yourself from collapsing to your knees and kissing the ground beneath you. Your limbs throbbed with exhaustion, and your mind reeled from the harrowing ordeal of nearly meeting your demise.

By then, a feeling of embarrassment washed over you. You watched silently as Hunter detached the cord connecting you both and proceeded to relay updates to the team. However, overwhelmed by a flood of emotions, you found yourself leaning against a nearby wall, sinking to your knees as you removed your helmet, frustration evident in the way your fingers raked through your hair.

As Hunter's voice filtered through the comm, he briefly looked at you and concern crossed his face. “Hold tight until we are able to move forward.” He relays to the others before he abruptly cuts off the transmission, takes off his helmet and approaches you.

"Hey," he said softly, drawing your attention, "are you alright?"

Though you wanted to respond with an affirmative, your throat constricted with unspoken emotions, preventing anything but a shaky denial. Biting your lip to stifle any whimpers, you just shocked your head but found solace in his company.

"Why are you upset?" he inquired, his confusion mirroring yours as you struggled to articulate your feelings.

Sniffling, you released a heavy sigh, avoiding his gaze as you confessed, "I just feel like I always mess up around you, and that I annoy you… and I just nearly died!”

Your words tumbled forth in a torrent of insecurity, your ramblings a desperate attempt to verbalise how you felt. However, Hunter remained patient, allowing you to unload your burdens until you uttered the words that hung heavily in the air.

"What did you just say?" he interjected, genuine confusion etched in his features. "You think I hate you?"

Meeting his gaze, you hesitated, uncertain of how he would react. "I just thought..."

"You thought wrong," he interrupted gently, a small chuckle escaping him. "I don't hate you. I..."

His words trailed off, leaving an unspoken sentiment lingering between you. He seemed in deep thought as he pondered whether or not it was appropriate to express how he really felt.

Perhaps not, and so he held back, his silence speaking volumes as he searched for the right words. But you stared at him, wondering what he was really thinking.

Catching your expectant gaze, he offered a wry smile. "I tolerate you," he quipped, the humour in his tone breaking the tension and eliciting a relieved laugh from you, tears wiped away.

"For a second, I thought you were going to say 'love,'" you blurted out without thinking, only for Hunter to match your unfiltered honesty.

"And if I did?" Hunter's response caught you off guard, his eyes widening slightly, but he didn't retract his words.

Tucking a loose piece of hair behind your ear, you tilted your head at him. "And do you?"

He visibly gulped. "I don't think it's a surprise that I'm not great with talking about how I feel," he admitted nervously, rubbing the back of his neck.

Stunned, it took a moment for his words to sink in. "I don't know what to say," you whispered, completely bashful as your cheeks burned.

"You don't have to if you don't want to… I just thought you should know that my strict ways come from a place of me caring about you. A lot. I'm just not good at expressing things," he explained, his quiet vulnerability bringing a smile to your lips, a sight he secretly always adored. "I'm happy to see you smiling again. It suits you."

"Oh yeah?" you teased, mischief gleaming in your eyes as the newfound revelation sank in. "Your smile isn't too bad yourself, Sarge."

He chuckled, placing a hand over yours. The two of you gazed at each other for a moment, the mission completely on hold as you reveled in this new adventure. However, there was no hiding the signs of him looking at your lips and then back to you. "You know," he started, taking a nervous breath, "smiling is the second-best thing you can do with your lips."

Reading the signs and anticipation hanging in the air, you closed the distance between you, pressing your lips to his. Time seemed to stand still as the galaxy around you faded away.

He sighs against you, the kiss deepening with a loving desire. Your hands found their way to his face, fingers tangling in his hair as he pulled you closer. Hunter responded eagerly, his arms wrapping around you, holding you in tight as the kiss ignited a fire within both of you.

Lost in the moment, you explored each other's lips with a soft hunger that had been simmering beneath the surface. The kiss was electric, sending waves of happiness through your body, making your heart race and your skin tingle in excitement.

Finally breaking apart, you gazed into each other's eyes. "I've wanted to do that for a long time," Hunter confessed, his voice low and husky.

You smiled, feeling a rush of warmth flood through you. "Me too," you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper.

Without another word, Hunter pulled you close once again, his lips finding yours in another searing kiss, revealing all the unspoken words. The mission could wait for a minute or two.

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photogirl894 · 5 days

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Actually they look pretty on par for where they should be.

Tem looked older than his age, too, and that was his normal look. Add the "military aging", we'll call it, and they'll definitely look a bit older.

“The clones look too old” y’all never been around military dudes and telling on yourselves LOL every guy I know comes out of the military with no hair and prematurely aged by at least 10-15 years 😭

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Wrecker is a good, protective boi!! 😆

Thanks, love!!

“Do not go far from me.”/”I won’t.” With a protective/ jealous Wrecker ❤️

Aw, my dear Wrecker! 😊 Hope this is to your liking, anon!

"A Change in Price"

1. “Do not go far from me.”/”I won’t.”

Pairing: Wrecker x fem reader

***

It was just another mission to get more intel for Cid, but somehow, you and the Bad Batch always managed to deal with the shadiest of people. Cid certainly kept questionable company, but that wasn't surprising.

You, Wrecker and Hunter were walking into a seedy bar on another planet to meet with a client while Tech, Echo and Omega were stationed outside in case things went south. You didn't like the unsavory way a lot of the men in the bar were staring at you...and neither did Wrecker.

Seeing how uncomfortable you looked, his arm came protectively around your shoulders and he pulled you closer to him. "I've got you, don't worry," he reassured you. .

You inched a little closer to him and pleaded quietly, "Do not go far from me."

With a comforting squeeze, he promised you, "I won't."

Normally, you did okay on missions on your own, but something about this place gave you a really bad feeling.

Finally, you guys found the client: a Zabrak male who was sitting at a booth cleaning his blaster.

"We're here for Cid's intel," Hunter said straightforwardly to the Zabrak. Then he signaled with his head to Wrecker to give the client the money he was owed.

Wrecker lifted the case he had in his other hand, removed his arm from your shoulders and opened it up, revealing the vast amount of credits inside. Then he set the case on the table and slid it towards the client.

The Zabrak eyed the case for a moment before taking a data disc. However, instead of handing it to Hunter, he held it back and stated, "Actually...there's been a change in the price for this information."

"What?" Hunter asked, taken aback.

The man leaned forward, a malicious grin on his face...as he turned his sights on you. "I want the money...and the girl."

Wrecker's arm immediately shot out and moved you behind him as he glared threateningly at the client.

"She's not part of the deal," said Hunter, his own tone growing darker.

"That's my price," said the Zabrak. "No girl, then no intel. Take it or leave it."

Hunter tried working a way around this deal in his head. They needed this intel for Cid or else she wouldn't give them the money they needed for more supplies, which they were dangerously low on, but there was no way he was giving you to this man. He would never do that in a million years. But what could they do? If they started a fight, then the whole bar would get involved and he wanted to be as discreet about this as possible. They could pretend to give you away, but that could potentially break your trust in them and he wouldn't do that to you either. Maybe they could--

"You can take your deal and shove it where the sun don't shine."

Both you and Hunter heard Wrecker's declaration and, to both your shock and Hunter's, Wrecker had taken one step forward and thrown a hard punch in the Zabrak's face before the guy could even react. The client slumped over on the table, unconscious.

You quickly jumped forward and pulled the data disc out of the Zabrak's hand while Hunter just looked to Wrecker, his disbelief apparent even with his helmet on.

"What? He deserved it," Wrecker justified. "No one threatens our girl like that."

Hunter just shook his head and, since the guy was out cold, decided he didn't really need the money, so the Sergeant picked the case back up and told you and Wrecker that it was time to go.

Before you went after Hunter, you took Wrecker's hand and told him, "Thank you for that, Wrecker."

He smiled. "How was I supposed to keep my promise to not go far from you if you get taken away?" he asked. Then he leaned down and kissed your forehead. "No one's ever gonna take you away from me. I've always got you."

In that moment, you'd never felt safer or more loved.

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photogirl894 · 6 days

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Mimi, you're a sweetheart!! 🥹💜 Thank you so much!!

Hey bestie! Congrats on 1300!!!!❤️❤️❤️

You deserve every single one of those followers and more!

Could you do the fluff prompt "Let me help you" with Hunter? Maybe the reader is really stressed/burnt out and Hunter just wants to take care of her. (If you wanna do it with a little hurt/comfort flair I definitely wouldn't mind 😂)

Thanks so much!

Thank you so much, my dear!! 💜 I'm happy to count you among my followers and friends!! 🥰

I got uh...slightly carried away with this one towards the end, I'll admit 😅 You'll see what I mean lol

"Emotional Engineering"

34. "Let me help you."

Pairing: Hunter x fem reader

***

Becoming an engineer was something you'd wanted since you were a teenager and you were asked in school the kind of career you wanted to pursue. You were smart and really good with ship parts, putting them together and fixing them and such. You thought becoming an engineer would be no problem.

Until you got to engineering school at the Republic Academy.

That was not easy by any means.

You were lucky to get an internship as an engineer working in the Republic shipyards that helped with some things during your schooling, but it still kept you busy and only added a bit more stress.

Then you were assigned to a squad during the war as part of your internship: Clone Force 99.

They were a fun group that you got along well with and they were supportive of your schooling, offering to help however they could. You were glad you got assigned to them...but it didn't help that you found yourself distracted by their leader, Sergeant Hunter.

You were so attracted to him in so many ways, it was almost ridiculous. Your thoughts wandered to him when you were supposed to be studying for exams and you couldn't focus. You imagined what it would be like if he held you...kissed you...roamed his hands and lips over your body....

"Stop that!" you'd say out loud to yourself before smacking your own face to break out of your daydream. You couldn't afford to think like that. One, because you were supposed to be studying and two, he was a soldier and technically, your commanding officer. There was no way he'd be interested in anything like that.

Those distractions paired with the stress of your schooling as well as your work was doing nothing for your physical and mental health.

You found yourself feeling burnt out eventually, pushing yourself to do more when you felt you couldn't go any further. You had to. You couldn't let yourself or your squad down, even if it was costing you sleep and time.

This was something Hunter soon noticed.

Concerned for you, he went to your apartment one day to check on you. When he got there, he saw your door was left unlocked, which was already a sign something was up. He walked inside and announced his presence, seeing you with your head down at your desk.

His voice woke you and you cried out, "Hydrospanner!" Then you groaned, realizing you'd fallen asleep again. This couldn't keep happening. You jumped when you heard Hunter say your name. "Hunter! What...how did you get in here?"

"You left your door unlocked," he told you. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine," you said, even though your whole body felt heavy and exhausted. "I'm just trying to study for my final test."

"It looked like you were sleeping instead of studying," he remarked.

You shook your head. "No, really, I'm fine."

He walked up beside you and you had to look away. You were slightly freaking out that you two were alone in your apartment. Then he said, "You're not. You've been pushing yourself and not getting sleep. Don't think I haven't noticed. You should take a break."

"I can't. This test is too important. Once I take this test, I'll officially be an engineer."

"Then maybe I can help you study and keep you focused."

An involuntary squeak sounded from your throat at the proposition. You would be far from focused if he were there. "That won't be necessary, thanks," you replied quickly.

"Your heart rate just spiked," he pointed out. "Are you uncomfortable with me here?"

You whipped around in your chair to look up at him and blurted out, "No, no, it's not that! It's just...well, I...I wouldn't be able to focus at all if you were helping me."

He narrowed his eyes and tilted his head curiously. "Why is that?"

You could feel your face turning red and heating up. Guess there was no way out now. "It's because...I'm really attracted to you and part of why I'm struggling is because I'm constantly distracted thinking about you."

His eyebrows rose up in surprise for a moment at your confession. Then he asked you, "What sort of things about me do you think about?"

Your throat closed up and you convulsed slightly in embarrassment as you turned away, not wanting to share the thoughts you'd had about him. What would he even begin to think if he knew?

However, Hunter had been able to sense the rushing of your heartbeat and that gave away everything...which made him smirk with satisfaction.

He knelt down next to you and laid a hand on your shoulder. "Look, sweetheart, you either need a break or you need to keep studying. Either way, I want to be here for you." He reached up with his other hand and gently guided your face so he could look into your eyes. "Let me help you."

The sincerity and care in his voice finally made something break inside you and, before you realized what you were doing, you leaned down and crushed your lips against his, catching him slightly off guard. Just as you were about to pull away, his hand cradled the back of your head and held you in place as he eagerly kissed you in return, which shocked you, but in a good way. Then his hands slid down your body to your thighs, he gripped them and pulled you forward a little, wrapping your legs around his surprisingly thin waist. Once he knew you were secure, one arm wrapped around you and the other came under your leg as he lifted you off the chair and into the air.

Breaking the kiss, he breathed out, his eyes dark with desire, "I'm deciding for you: you're taking a break with me. And that's an order."

Still catching your breath from his amazing kiss, you simply replied, "Yes, sir."

He carried you over to your couch and laid you down on your back. As he climbed over you, he said in a husky voice, "I can help bring all of your fantasies about me to life. I'd love to know the things you think about or imagine about me."

Your whole body went hot at his remarks and you found yourself unable to respond, unable to believe this was really happening.

Brushing some stray hair from your face, he added, "Maybe then, you'll be less distracted and can focus on your test."

"I...think that'll only distract me more," you replied.

He grinned mischievously. "Only one way to find out." Then his mouth found yours once more and his arms pulled you into him, his passion overtaking both him and you.

Needless to say...you ended up passing your final engineering test with flying colors.

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