#tbb sergeant hunter

[skellymom]

Skellymom Creates

Mechanical pencil sketch. Spilled sticky fruit on Hunter's face...which will not come off...

I might do this in color on black paper with prismacolor pencils.

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[andymendez2354]

Bro my baby girl trying to use the force. And she has the potential 😭😭😭😭💔

But of course they are not going to leave her side right?

[bone-coffin]

A Hunter and Kurrin sketch because i say so.

They bring me joy for no reason.

[stardusthuntress]

I think the boys of the Bad Batch all have a performance kink. Like if they found the reader skillfully defending herself or being a badass bounty hunter, I think they’d all fall for a capable woman, especially if she ended up snarling at an opponent… and also especially if she proved to be good with Omega… I think it’d be more than just Hunter that would be practically on his knees for her…

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I started this… a while ago… So I’m just gonna drop it here, as is :)

[jessiebanethedragon]

White Sands Warm the Cold Sea (pt19)

Summary: the reader, betrothed to a disgusting Coruscanti Lord flees her home world and lands herself in a plethora of trouble, a ship of clones, and one pirate captain whose cold exterior needs much more than the tropical seaside sun.

Chapter one

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter four

Chapter five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Seventeen

Warnings: Swearing, takes place in time periods where women have dowery's and suchlike. The readers' dad and betrothed are asses. there will be kissing in some chapters. oh and ANGST sorry

Chapter Nineteen: The Kiss

Hunter wants to push you away when your lips meet his, he really does, and he really should. And he tried not to kiss you back, so much so that you pull away all too quickly, thinking you’ll see nothing on his face but anger. But his mouth follows you on its own volition, and you do not get far before he is reaching out and wrapping an arm around your waist to anchor you to him, and the other pushing your wet hair back.

You meet his intensity with a shocked noise and reciprocating in kind. Both of you chase one another, until you find a rhythm that works. You can feel his tongue on your bottom lip, ever so gently touching it and then pulling away like he’s crossed a line.

For all his hardened shields, Hunter is nothing but gentle on the inside.

“Fuck, beautiful girl,” Hunter whispers when you gasp for air, still holding you close enough to rest your forheads together. “You will be the death of me.” He mumbles, tilting your mouth towards him with a hand under your chin. You kiss him once more before telling Hunter;

“I’ll try not to be.” He hums against you at that, nosing his way into your neck so he can kiss there and hear you gasp and squeak again.

Behind you, someone clears their throat.

Embarrassment and shame at your blatant act floods you more so than the rain. Crosshair and Tech glare at Wrecker for making the noise and spoiling the entertainment moment.

“What?” Wrecker says, “they needed to stop eventually! I mean, come on, we're right here!” Your hands reach your mouth at his words, you cannot believe you just did that in front of them.

“I…” you start, shivering in the cold, looking at Crosshair’s smirk, Echo’s shock and Tech’s surprised face.

“You lot should be ashamed of yourselves.” Hunter says pointedly, turning such that it’s hard for the batch to catch a glimpse of you.

“She kissed you, in front of us.” Crosshair mentions defensively. Before rolling his eyes and heading back to their bunks, the other three not far behind him.

“That, that was so, that, was so, so…” You stammer, feeling ashamed, embarrassed and wondering what they must think of you now.

“Mesh’la, it is alright.” Hunter tells you, thumb moving over your cheek in a calming circle.

“They, what must they think of me? As if I am, I am some kind of scarlet…” Hunter cuts you off again with a small laugh.

“Aaray, you could sleep with anyone and everyone you wanted, and we would not think any less of you.” You stiffen at the mention of sleeping with someone, your prudish proper upbringing not used to this kind of non-shalontness. It makes Hunter chuckle again. “There is very little you could do to lose the respect we have for you.” Your worried eyes meet his sincere ones, and you watch as water travels down his tattoo.

“There are not many men who would share your sentiment.” You tell Hunter, jumping closer to him at the noise of thunder.

“I promise you, Wrecker, Crosshair, Tech and Echo, would never think less of you for this.” He says firmly before adding: “Except have some serious questions about your taste in men.” That makes you smile, before looking behind you to ensure you’re alone, and pulling the sergeant down for another kiss.

The faint evidence of his facial hair growing in moves against your mouth as he does, and this kiss is far more wet thanks to the rain, it feels sloppy, hurried, like Hunter is finally giving in to the fact he can’t get enough of you.

Strong arms pull you flush against sturdy muscle. And he sighs in contentment against your lips because of the sharp intake of breath you gasp for when you connect chest to chest with him.

“Too much?” Hunter asks, you shake your head ‘no’. Putting both hands on his face to feel him, really ground yourself using your sergeant as the anchor. Fingers gently scratching at the hair on the back of his neck. But no matter what the rain has chilled you until you're shivering. “Let’s get you inside.” Hunter says, placing a kiss to your cheek.

You feel far more uneasy in the sergeants room than you ever have before. The soft candlelight flickers in the same way the lightning outside does. Hunter immediately takes his soaked shirt off. And he heads over to his bunk to gather a blanket to wrap around you.

“Hunter…” You start when you realize it’s the only blanket he has.

“It’ll dry.” He answers for you. wrapping you in the old material just to pull you close to him again.

“Can I ask a question?” You wonder aloud, craning your neck to see his facial expressions.

“Of course, Aaray, you can ask me anything.”

“Must I go to Mustafar? Can I not stay here? With you?” You ask softly, as if that helps the question to be less painful.

“You would never be safe, you would always be in danger. And I could not bear it if my selfishness caused you pain.” Hunter tells you. Thinking about all the options and all the ways to rid the galaxy of Volim nython.

“What if he died?” You ask as if you can read his thoughts. “What if he was dead, and couldn’t do us harm?” Hunter chuckles, and boldly presses a kiss to the top of your head.

“I admire your tenacity, but I fear you’ve been spending too much time with Crosshair and Wrecker.” Hunter tells you with a smile, when you sigh against him.

“You do not know that, perhaps i have always had a murderous tenacity about me.” You counter, with a playful frown. Hunter hums into your hair in agreement.

“Yes, I do seem to recall you trying to kill me just the other day.” You turn your head to the side so you can lean fully into him. Pressing your ear to his chest above his heart and listening to it beat against you.

“You seem to have recovered just fine.” You smile, hearing the strong and determined beat of his heart.

“I would not have said recovering at all was required, those shots were not even in the same parsec as myself.” Hunter leans his chin on you, still holding you close, such that he can feel your frown.

“Thanks to Echo I would wager I could hit you quite clearly now.” You retort.

“I best not upset you again then.” Hunter says, leaning back so that he can see you. And he tries to conceal the smile that comes of its own accord when he sees you.

Hair flat against your head with the weight of the water, the blanket draped over you which makes you seem smaller than before, and the flicker of your eyelids as you put more weight on the sergeant as you become drowsy.

Hunter cannot think of anyone he’d want here more than you.

Had he been a braver man, or a man more socialized into emotions, he would realize that this is love. Unfiltered, unabided, love. Had he thought about his thoughts more clearly Hunter would realize he would never look at someone the same way again, and that there is no replacement for you in all the galaxy.

How could he possibly let you go?

A question for the morning, he decides. Your eyelids are heavy, your body is cold, and so ever so carefully he leads you to his bed, hushes your protests, and promises not to disturb you.

You know he must not join you in his bed, that would be the end of any proper lady your parents had hoped you would become. Sleeping in a man's bed is fair from appropriate, to have him join you is another thing entirely. And yet, when he leaves you, it feels infinitely colder, lonelier, and like a piece of you is missing.

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Hunter spends his time running through the motions, the sail ties, the anchor chains, and even trying to see through the clouds such that the stars could give him some direction as to where they were. But nothing will change that after a storm as bad as this, they’ll need to dock again for a proper inspection.

Watchful eyes see him pick up the captain's hat from the deck of the ship. Following as he brushes the excess water off to place it back on his head. They see him stand for a moment, as if he is reliving the moment before. How he glances towards his quarters where she must be resting. The longing look in his eyes. The spyglass telescope is marvelous for just such occasions. And as far as Colo Harik is concerned, whatever Embo is about to tell him and his team, is credits well spent.

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[stardustdiaries]

Kiss you Goodnight

Pairing: Sergeant Hunter x Reader

Summary: You and Hunter tend to each other's wounds as sleep threatens to creep up on you both. Your bed is too small for the both of you, but Hunter doesn't seem to care.

Warning(s): Brief mention of wounds, and a whole lot of fluff

Word count: 1,538

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“For Force’s sake, Hunter, could you please sit still?” you grumbled under your breath as you gently held his face, trying to clean the gash that ran over his cheekbone.

Hunter was sat on the couch that was nicely tucked into the living area of your small Coruscant apartment. Though he never wore anything with strong scents, his unique aroma of sweat and burnt teakwood flooded the air. Through the windows seeped in the golden light of the setting sun, painting Hunter’s features in a way that could only be described as angelic.

You’d sit and take in the view if he weren’t getting on your last nerve.

With a raise of his eyebrow, he offered a lazy grin. “It’s only a scratch, mesh’la. I could take care of—”

“You took a vibroblade to the face, Hunter!” you blurted. Your eyes refused to meet his, but you knew you were failing at masking the leftover panic that still burned in your veins. Quickly, you wiped away at the dried blood that had spilled from the wound and now stained his face. “Just— Please, stay still, okay?”

His eyes softened at the exhaustion in your voice. He couldn’t ignore the tension in your shoulders. Silence fell over the two of you, heavy and stiff, and neither one of you seemed to be in a hurry to break it.

Once you finished cleaning and medicating his wound, you cupped the sides of his face with such tenderness that he couldn’t help but instinctively lean into your touch. Your eyes searched his quickly. “You scared me out there, Hunt.” you sighed.

A frown settled onto his lips. “I know, mesh'la. I’m sorry.” His brows pulled together as he searched for his next words. “I just didn’t want you getting hurt out there. I guess I didn’t think it through before I jumped in.” he offered with a shy grin that made your heart soar.

You snickered teasingly before brushing away the locks of hair that clung to his forehead. “At least I have someone looking out for me, right?”

“Always.” he breathed immediately, chasing after the warmth of your touch.

Pulling away with a smile, you gently caressed his cheeks, mindful of his wound, and released whatever tension hung over you in a single breath. “Okay, Fearless Leader,” you said. Quickly, your eyes went down to the top layer of his blacks before meeting his eyes again. “We still have to check you over for more injuries.”

Another frown settled on his lips, making you roll your eyes playfully at him.  “Shouldn’t I also check you over? See if you got hurt?” His brows once again pulled together in a look of concern as his eyes instinctively went over you, trying to catch any trace of a wound he could’ve not noticed before.

Your thumb smoothed away the line between his brows gently. With a quirk of your eyebrow, you met his eyes. “Do I need to remind you that not only were you reckless enough to get your bucket knocked off and get sliced at with a blade,” you said. “But that you also tackled me away from a ticking bomb?”

“Still,” he began, shifting in place. “I should make sure that you’re okay; we were both pretty close to the blast.”

For his peace of mind, you let him play doctor for a bit. Hunter was very gentle as he inspected you for wounds he might’ve missed before, always a gentleman as he waited for your consent before tugging at the sleeves of your coat. His touches were feather-like, sending a pleasant shiver down your spine as you looked away to hide the blush that settled on your cheeks.

He spent several minutes making sure you were actually okay, not wanting to risk your health over something he could’ve missed. Hunter would insist on cleaning even the smallest of scratches and he grumbled under his breath over every bruise that covered your skin. You hadn’t bothered pulling away for the sake of bringing him some sense of peace, yet you couldn’t help but giggle after he had spent two solid minutes looking over your hands, searching for even the most minuscule of scratches on your skin.

“Hunter, I think I’m okay now,” you laughed. He still held your hands in his own, gently running his thumbs over your wrists as he continued his inspection. “You’ve been checking my hands for much longer than needed.”

Hunter looked up, his eyes twinkling under the soft light that spilled through your windows. “I know,” he chuckled. “Just wanted an excuse to hold you a little bit longer.” He said lowly with a boyish grin.

Your eyes widened at his confession, a shy smile forcing itself onto your lips. Ducking your head in embarrassment, you knew Hunter could hear the rapid beating of your heart, which only intensified the blush that settled on your cheeks.

“No no, c’mon, cyar’ika, let me see you,” he cooed with a laugh, his hands encircling your wrists gently as he eased your hands away from your face. The widest of smiles settled on his lips at the sight of your bashful look, cheeks still tainted a bright shade on pink. “There you are.” He laughed, cupping your face before planting a lingering kiss on your forehead.

You giggled softly, leaning into his touch, your lips chasing his once he pulled away. Your lips caught his and you couldn’t help but laugh into the kiss at the feeling of his lips curling into a smile. Pulling away, you huffed a small laugh as you caught sight of the dazed look that settled on Hunter's face, his smile making butterflies flutter in your stomach.

“Now,” you smiled. “Let’s finish checking you over and then go to sleep— how does that sound?”

“Sounds like a plan.” Hunter nodded before stealing a quick kiss.

The next few minutes sped by as you finished checking Hunter for any injuries you could’ve missed. You discovered bruises tainting the skin that settled above his ribs, cuts that  ran over the curvatures of his fingers, and you kissed them all gently before applying a good layering of bacta cream. With every passing minute, Hunter’s shoulders began to droop, the warmth of your gentle touches melting any traces of tension away from his muscles as the soft pull of sleep tugged at his heavy eyelids.

You smiled at the sight.

Your fingers unraveled the knot of his bandana, letting his curly locks to cascade around his face, framing his features in the most serene of ways. His eyes glimmered softly, catching the pale lights of a Coruscanti night that spilled through your windows, the light pooling in his eyes as if he were capable of keeping all the stars in the Galaxy within his very soul. The weight of battle had begun to loosen its hold on his shoulders, making him look so vulnerable as he leaned over, in search of your touch.

“Tired, Sergeant?” you laughed teasingly, eyes shining with a softness reserved for him only. Taking his hands in your own, you tugged him off the couch and guided him to your room, his steps sluggish with sleep. You helped him settle down on your small bed, fluffing the pillows before easing his head onto them. Feather-like touches brushed his hair away from his face, his eyes fluttering as a response to your fingers gracing his skin. Draping extra blankets over him, you leaned down to press a kiss onto his cheek, smiling as his lips released a breath of contentment. “Rest, my love.”

As you turned away, a hand latched onto your wrist spinning you back to look at your lover. “Where are you going?” Hunter questioned; his voice raw with sleep rumbling through his chest.

“I’ll take the couch tonight, love. You know my bed is too small for the two of us.” you whispered, kissing the back of his hand to reassure him that you were okay with it.

Hunter, of course, wasn’t okay with it.

A frown settled onto his lips as he gave your arm a tug. “You’re not spending the night on that old thing,” he grumbled, his eyes still half closed. Another tug at your arm pulled you down onto the mattress. “C'mere.”

“Hunter, but you’re all bruised up; what if I hurt you?” you pout, tilting your head as he huffed out a short laugh.

Hunter brought you down to his side, scooting over to give you room as he wrapped his arms around your waist, sighing as he hid his face in the crook of your neck. “You could never hurt me, mesh'la.” he breathed against your neck, the warmth of his words against your skin sending your heart into a frenzy.

He tightened his arms around you, pulling impossibly close to his chest. Your fingers ran through his dark curls, the repetitive gesture easing his breaths into a gentler pattern as his figure molded itself against your own.

“I love you.” you whispered.

Immediately, his soft lips pressed a lingering kiss onto your neck before his sleepy eyes met your own with a glint of adoration.

“Not nearly as much as I love you.”

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[demigoddessqueens]

Happy last Bad Batch Eve (for now!) 🥺😢💔😫

Pls keep him safe