I officially love Delta. They challenged me to see who can lift the lunar lander and I tried anti-gravity field (which worked!) and when I talked to them again he was just making dial-up noises. Analyze that, dumpass.
I actually took the time to read the Pilgrims writings when Aquilus sends you on a scavenger hunt, and I have to say it really adds some depth to the whole Aquilus/Hunter character.
He calls his identity as the Hunter the evil spirit which isn’t surprising, the phrasing isn’t either since he goes on to become a priest. The interesting part for me was that in the writings the Pilgrim says,
“My weakness is my inability to let alone. I want them to understand. So I try, gently as I might, to nudge their minds along the right path.” Something the Hunter also does.
“The trouble is that I genuinely care for these people. It would be so much easier if I didn’t.” Hmmmm.
“If I instead embraced the twinges of compassion I feel in my heart, and care for the people who seem to gather about me whenever I try to work.”
This is a freshly retired Hunter who’s struggling with his humanity after who knows how long, and to me it sounds like he probably did care the whole time. I always thought it was interesting how willing the Hunter is to speak with you if you approached him. Getting carried away with a philosophical debate, trying to nudge your mind down a certain path before closing himself off again. He stops talking to you because he knows he’s going to kill you, and he doesn’t want to care about you.
They do a really good job of hammering home how alien starborn thought becomes after a while.
Despite clocking in daily at the Kill The Player Character Factory, he still seems genuinely fond of them. Hanging out at bars at various points along their path just to goad them into philosophical discussions.
He is absolutely chuffed when they last longer than usual. If you side with him in NG+0 he says that he has high hopes for you and every other Constellation member turns into a bitchass (paraphrasing) but he thinks we'll be different. And he's even more chuffed in NG+.
None of this stops him from killing the PC because, well, there's infinity copies of everyone. After so long, his thought process has become so alien that an individual human life doesn't even register as real. Literally everyone is just one of those generic 'Citizen' NPCs to him.
Loneliness is a huge theme of the game, present in just about every aspect of it, and it's implied that, in his pilgrim phase, one of the reasons he chills out so much is because he actually started spending time around other people.
My Spacefarer definitely went back to New Atlantis, and jumped over Aquilus’s desk to choke him out for sending them on a scavenger hunt only to find out his old ass is the Hunter. Nobody help him, he’s enjoying it.
I actually took the time to read the Pilgrims writings when Aquilus sends you on a scavenger hunt, and I have to say it really adds some depth to the whole Aquilus/Hunter character.
He calls his identity as the Hunter the evil spirit which isn’t surprising, the phrasing isn’t either since he goes on to become a priest. The interesting part for me was that in the writings the Pilgrim says,
“My weakness is my inability to let alone. I want them to understand. So I try, gently as I might, to nudge their minds along the right path.” Something the Hunter also does.
“The trouble is that I genuinely care for these people. It would be so much easier if I didn’t.” Hmmmm.
“If I instead embraced the twinges of compassion I feel in my heart, and care for the people who seem to gather about me whenever I try to work.”
This is a freshly retired Hunter who’s struggling with his humanity after who knows how long, and to me it sounds like he probably did care the whole time. I always thought it was interesting how willing the Hunter is to speak with you if you approached him. Getting carried away with a philosophical debate, trying to nudge your mind down a certain path before closing himself off again. He stops talking to you because he knows he’s going to kill you, and he doesn’t want to care about you.
I started Spider Noir last night and I gotta say I am loving the middle-aged man of it all. Nicholas Cage doesn't get any three-point landings- he spider-swings his way out of falling off a sky scraper and lands flat on his back. He's hanging from the bottom of the bridge by one palm because that is all the flexibility he has to offer. He breaks a hole in the dry wall with the most measured sledge swings I've ever seen because otherwise he might hurt his back.
Sometimes your webslinger hangs up his mask for five years and finds out the flexibility was NOT part of the super power package
No warnings besides mentioned bullet wound. It’s not graphic.
Summary: a short interaction between the Hunter, and my OC Spacefarer on Masada III while fighting through the Ecliptic base.
He was honest when he told Bishop that he didn’t usually have a partner in the hunt for the artifacts, but he was glad they could work together. They made a great team there was no denying that. She was nearly as ruthless as him having been a scoundrel before joining Argos, and inevitably Constellation.
He often praised her for her skills, and ability to think outside of the box. According to him her only flaw was her empathetic nature, he pointed that out while she fussed over an injury he had suffered during her first time fighting through the Ecliptic base.
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“You don’t need to fuss over me like a worried mother!” He scolded her as she dragged him by his arm, making him sit down in one of the side offices. She removed her helmet, and set her medical supplies on the desk next to him.
“Tsk maybe if the mighty Hunter could dodge a bullet I wouldn’t have to!” She had mocked. Her quick retort surprised him, he was about to respond but it was cut off by a hiss of pain when she started to dig the bullet out of his leg.
Once the bullet had been removed, the wound disinfected, and bandaged, she sat back on her heels to look at him. His dark visor tilted down and reflected her tired expression.
“Ready to move on?” She asked waving a loose strand of hair out of her face.
“I never needed to stop.” He responded flatly. She scoffed.
The tough guy act never worked on her. The first time she spoke to him she told him he looked like he was trying too hard then implied he was a thug. Oh he found that amusing.
She wiped her hands on a rag before tossing it to the side. “Well tough guy-“ she placed her hand right over his freshly bandaged wound, and pushed down with all her strength to stand up. He hissed and let out a curse at her. “Let’s get going then.” She mocked with a shit eating grin, clearly enjoying his suffering.
He stood as she grabbed her rifle, and helmet then turned to walk out of the office. He watched her disappear around the corner before picking up his own weapon, and following her. When he caught up to her she was standing in front of a doorway with her helmet tucked under her arm.
He hummed as he stopped to stand next to her.
“A space time distortion, the artifact must be pulsing.” He emphasized the last part. She gave him a look when he said it that made him chuckle.
“You first?” He said extending his arm towards the swirling light. She placed her helmet back over her head, and took a few steps forward before turning to face him. “Try not to get shot again while I’m gone.” She teased. He closed the distance between them, and gave her a sharp push backwards into the distortion. She disappeared with a laugh that echoed faintly around him.
Bishop was new. A breath of fresh air after one too many stagnant universes where nothing changed, and she died over, and over again. Maybe if she made it through to the Unity they could actually be friends.
He stood alone in the hallway for a moment lost in thought before stepping into what was sure to be another stint on Earth. For now he would enjoy the brief partnership they had. Her survival opened up endless new possibilities that he couldn’t wait to see.
Warnings: Smut, older man/younger woman, religious themes, possessive behavior, rough sex, love confession.
Summary: you, and Aquilus have fallen for one another, the only problem is that you won’t talk about it. Thankfully his followers are on a pilgrimage, and you two can have a little chat.
Keeper Aquilus was the hunter no matter how amiable he tried to be. No matter what he said about individuality he would always be a killer, ruthless, and in every sense of the word, dangerous. He still possessed great powers along with the skills that made him deadly. He simply chose not to use them. Despite all of that here he was telling you to follow a path of mercy, kindness, and enlightenment. Ironic too was the way he looked at you as he spoke, it wasn’t the look a righteous man should give a woman. You were no better.
You sought him out almost daily to talk or simply listen to his sermons, and he would be lying if he said he didn’t look forward to seeing you. Occasionally Matteo accompanied you to the Sanctum which never bothered Aquilus, in fact he was grateful to have a buffer between you, and him, blessedly silencing the urges of the man he was before. The way you held his gaze along with the feeling of your body brushing against him while grabbing books from his shelves drove him mad with want. You knew what you were doing of course, he saw your smirk each time his body reacted to you with a shudder. It felt electric when you softly ran your hand across his shoulders as you walked behind him while he was at his desk.
The guilt of what he had done to you in countless universes ate at him late at night when he was alone, but each day that you returned felt as if a prayer had been answered, and the god he worshipped was showing him mercy. You knew who he was which made it all so much worse. You knew what he had done thousands of times yet here you were, the embodiment of everything he tried to teach his followers- Faith, Compassion, and the pursuit of knowledge. It made him sick when you confronted him about his past, not because he was upset that you knew, he felt sick at the thought of you leaving because of who he was. The thought that you hated him so deeply that you would leave your universe just to be away from him.
Despite knowing the truth you still fought for his life when his counterpart sent you after him. If it had been anyone else he may have just killed them, but it was you. Your tears as you begged him not to make you kill him broke something inside of him. He had never offered you such mercy. Not even once. Still he did as you asked, and disappeared. it pained him to leave the Sanctum to hide away until it was safe to return to his flock. Even in hiding he prayed for you knowing you were fighting a near impossible battle on Masada III. You may have power now, but you were no Starborn yet. Whether you succeeded or not he knew he would never see you again, but it brought him comfort to know you wouldn’t leave filled with hatred for him. You would take his heart with you.
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His return to the Sanctum had been eventful to say the least. His followers seeking answers about his sudden disappearance, the work he needed to catch up on, and your return kept him busy. You hadn’t gone through Unity with the Hunter. Instead returning here to see him. He expressed his disappointment that you hadn’t begun your journey into your new life, but it was gone the moment you wrapped your arms around him. The need to scold you for going through such a difficult experience only to forgo the reward was a habit of his old life.
“I missed you” you said, voice muffled against his shirt. He stroked your hair as he rested his cheek against the top of your head. He shoved the voice of his former self back down. Now wasn’t the time to express his conflicting emotions about you being here. He chose to hold you instead, he knew what you had gone through so he held his disapproval back. Despite how he felt about it he had to admit he was happy to have you back- call it whatever you like, but he would call this overwhelming feeling possessiveness as his hold on you tightened.
“I missed you too” he said softly.
He wasn’t sure when it happened, but you both fell into a rhythm. You spent everyday in the Sanctum helping him with various things, talking to the other members, attending sermons, and staying late just to keep him company. He could still see the aftermath of what happened at the buried temple during the quieter moments. His counterpart had moved on, but you stayed. When he asked why you didn’t continue your journey you simply told him you just weren’t ready to give up your life, yet. He didn’t push the matter further, only offering his support should you need it. You reassured him that you were confident in the decision you made, he only smiled in response.
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It’s been nearly a year now since your return, and you both have grown closer during this time. Your relationship was an interesting one to say the least. His followers asked him about you often, assuming you were together. He told them you both shared history, but you were simply friends. He knew why they asked he wasn’t stupid. He allowed you into his space, allowed you to touch him openly- whether it was your hand lingering on his arm to get his attention or him grabbing your waist as he moved around you. His followers weren’t stupid either, they saw how his gaze followed you as you walked by. The only people denying the clear attraction was you, and him.
After what felt like the hundredth inquiry about the nature of your relationship did he snap. The old him coming to the surface like a flash of lightning, gone as quickly as it had come. The shock clear on his followers face as they apologized for prying had waves of regret washing over him.
“Oh no, I’m so sorry I- I don’t know what came over me.” He apologized offering them a weak smile. They assured him that it was alright, that they didn’t mean to pry into what was obviously a private matter. They quickly returned to their group, he could barely make out their whispering as he resigned himself to his office.
The lack of willingness you both had to discuss what was obvious to everyone else was driving him mad. He was defensive, short tempered, and worst of all the want was nearly debilitating when you were near. If the podium had been a living thing he would have killed it ten times over with the amount of force he gripped it with during his sermons. Seeing you on your knees looking up at him clawed at something primal in him. He thought about just pinning you down in front of god and everyone as they watched him ruin you. Instead he spoke about the importance of kindness to your fellow man.
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The Sanctum was quiet, His followers had begun their month long pilgrimage into space this morning. You hadn’t gone with them despite the many invitations you received, much to his dismay. He didn’t want you to leave, he needed you to. He needed reprieve from the torment you caused him. Restless nights as he pumped himself dry at the thought of you moaning his name. Strained conversations as you avoided meeting his eyes. You avoided him more each day, he thought that would bring him the peace he desperately wanted, instead it angered him.
That awful possessive voice demanding he correct your behavior. Make you look at him again- make you beg for forgiveness for what you were doing to him. He was cracking under all of it. He had to do something about it before he did something he regretted. He was supposed to be a man of peace now, and here you were undoing all of his hard work! Maybe that’s why he resorted to just outright killing you in other universes, you were infuriating when he chose a different approach to getting the artifacts. Digging your way into his heart, and mind each time until you were all he thought about. He envied his counterpart for leaving before your curse took hold of him too.
He decided he would do something about all of this. He wouldn’t hurt you of course, never again. He would make you admit your part in all of this- admit that you too felt what he felt so you could do something about it. He knew it wasn’t purely lust he felt for you, he knew he cared about you. He couldn’t escape this version of you. If you were both going to stay in this universe then he wanted to make sure you understood that you were his. You could certainly try to hide from him, but you both knew he could find you easily. He earned the title of Hunter for a reason.
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It had been a week now since his followers left the Sanctum for their pilgrimage. They sent him several messages about their experiences, providing a much needed distraction from his thoughts. You hadn’t visited him in a few days now which made finding a distraction slightly easier. He still had that awful voice in the back of his mind, but it was quieter today. He went about his day just as he would any other- Coffee, paperwork, meditation, preparing new sermons, and reading.
His day went by at a snails pace as he typed away at his desk. He forced himself to focus on his tasks. Each time he thought of you his fingers slammed down on the keyboard with more force before stopping himself to regain his composure. Once evening rolled around he gave up on trying to be productive. Instead he grabbed a book from his shelf, but when he opened it he saw the many pages you had marked to return to later. His fingers gently passing over the folded paper as if it would be the same as holding your hand. He shut that book with a loud thud, tossing it onto his desk as he leaned back in his chair with a heavy sigh.
“This is ridiculous!” he mumbled to himself.
He brought his hands to his face to rub at his eyes. He stopped massaging his face when he heard a soft knock at his office door. He didn’t even hear the front door open. He turned to look through his window. You’re already looking at him when he turns, giving him a smile when he gestures for you to come in.
He should have known who it would be. Who else would come by so late other than you.
“Ahh good evening, I haven’t seen you in a few days my dear!” His voice strained, but still trying to be pleasant. He watched you walk over to sit at one of the chairs opposite him. His hands gripping at his thighs with enough force to leave a mark as he tried to keep his composure. He was thankful you couldn’t see his struggle thanks to his desk blocking your view. Where have you been?! He thought as you still avoided his gaze.
You choose to focus on something on his desk when you spoke.
“Right” you huffed out a laugh “I needed some rest” you said with a smile. Yeah I’ve been trying to get you out of my head for months and it’s slowly driving me insane! You grimaced slightly at your thoughts before quickly forcing a smile back to your face when he nodded at your response.
“Well I hope you’re feeling well rested” he said.
Because I’m going to undo all of it! That awful voice said. It made him grip his thighs tighter trying to silence it. The tension that followed in the silence could level the city if it bursted. No survivors he thought. He closed his eyes as he chuckled at the thought of him going supernova because he couldn’t handle you being near him.
The sound of his laughter made you look up at him.
“Are you alright Keeper?” You asked warily.
“No.” He answered.
You weren’t expecting him to say no so you just stared at him in silence for a moment while shifting uncomfortably.
“Did I- did I do something to upset you keeper?”
You said hesitantly.
He let out a sharp laugh. You looked at him with concern at the suddenness of his laughter.
“I think we need to have a discussion my dear” he said crossing his arms. He watched you as your face shifted from worry to fear as every thing you had ever done crossed your mind, clearly trying to find the moment you upset him, but coming up short of an answer.
“I don’t understand?” You say with furrowed brows. That was all you could think to say because you really didn’t understand what was wrong. You did need rest from the, frankly embarrassing, crush you had on the man. The confusion came from the fact that he didn’t seem to mind when you touched him, or stayed behind to talk to him, or when the other members whispered as you two walked by, In fact he seemed to enjoy- You glance back at him when you notice he’s smirking. oh. Oh he knows!
Your face betrays your thoughts as a blush spreads across it. “Is this about-“ you trail off. His smirk growing by the second. Oh yeah. He knows.
“About what?” he asks trying to sound oblivious. He’s just being mean now, but he wants to hear you say it. He’s already heard what the others had to say now it’s your turn.
“Are you really going to make me say it?” You say flustered.
He nods still smirking.
You let out a groan this time. “You know you and your little counterpart really aren’t that different.” You say.
“Really, how so?” The amusement clear in his voice as he cocks an eyebrow.
“You both seem to enjoy making me suffer.” You answer.
Your answer makes him laugh, and you smile slightly at the sound despite the awkward situation you’ve found yourself in.
“Ahhh yes well we’re bound to have similarities, but regardless of our faults you share some of the blame.” He says.
You raise an eyebrow at his choice of words. “The blame for you making me suffer?” You asks gesturing between you and him.
“Nice try.” He chuckles. He leans forward slightly in his seat his voice dropping just above a whisper. “We both know what you’re doing when you press your body against me to reach something.” His words making your face hot. “Or the storage room incident where I-“
“Alright!” You cut him off before he can bring that painfully embarrassing story up. “God I hoped you forgot about that!” You cry burying your face into your hands. The embarrassment of having him walk in on you trying to relieve some tension was not something you wanted to remember, especially the way he stood there like he was waiting for you to continue before just walking off without a word. Everyone was out trying to encourage others to attend the church, you wouldn’t have done something so scandalous if you had thought you would be caught! He could have just reprimanded you then, but he never brought it up until now.
You uncover your face as you take a deep breath in, and slowly let it out. Looking back up to fully face him you see he’s still donning that smile of his. Fuck it! I’m going to wipe that smug fucking smile off your face… you think. With a smirk you muster up every ounce of courage you have before standing up to walk around his desk.
He’s surprised at your sudden burst of courage as you spread his legs open to stand between them. His breath hitches when you grab his cheeks gently, and lower yourself so your lips are only a few inches apart. He feels your breath ghost across his face when you speak.
“What did you want to do when you found me in that closet?” You hum inching closer, lips barely touching. “When you heard me moaning your name when I thought I was alone?” You whisper. You barely notice his jaw tense before he moves.
He’s pushed you back against the window of his office by your neck, kissing you vehemently barely letting you catch your breath as his free hand grabs at your clothing trying to remove it. His attention moves to your neck causing you to close your eyes taking in the feeling of finally getting what you’ve been craving. You feel the cool air hit your stomach as he tosses your shirt somewhere behind him, your grip on him tightens when you feel him nip your shoulder before soothing it with gentle kisses.
He pulls back allowing you both catch your breath. You can only imagine how you look right now breathless with your neck littered with light bruises. At some point you must have knocked his cowl off because his hair is disheveled from you running your fingers through it. You’ve seen him without that stupid thing on once before this. Seeing him without it was an actual miracle, and you’ve seen the literal convergence point of all of existence. He must have read your mind because he chuckles.
“You really hate that thing don’t you?” He says.
“It’s the ugliest thing I’ve ever seen.” You laugh breathlessly. He only huffs at your response.
He’s pushes his body flush against yours, kissing you deeply now. Wrapping his arms around your bare torso allowing you to wrap yours around his neck. His hips rocking forward when you bite his lip. The friction makes him groan into your mouth so you bring one leg up to wrap around his hips pulling him forward, he stumbles slightly causing your back to hit the window with a thud. You try to unbutton his shirt, but whine when you realize you can’t reach them so he leans back keeping you pinned with his hips.
You make quick work of undoing his shirt pulling it down his arms, and tossing it to join your shirt in the pile you would awkwardly sift through later. Despite how eager you are to finally have him you take a moment to admire him, he’s still relatively fit for his age, his chest is littered with scars of varying sizes likely from his decades of combat. You run your fingers over a larger one over his heart causing goosebumps to follow behind your touch. You decide to ask him about them later feeling a more pressing matter digging into where he has you pinned.
He’s watching you take him in fully, your eyes roaming over his body with pure adoration. You never looked at him like he was a monster, and he appreciated it more than you would ever know. His hands squeezing your sides breaks your trance, and you look up at him.
“Aquilus?” You whisper.
“Yes my dear?” He whispers back.
“I love you.” You admit.
There it is! The confession! That’s all he needed to hear. He’s pulling you away from the window as he lifts your other leg to wrap around him, your hands find his hair again pulling him into another deep kiss. You feel one of his hands leave you followed by the sound of his desk being cleared. Yet another pile to work through later. His hand rakes through your hair to pull you back, separating the kiss before sitting you on his desk. He taps your arms to let him step back to pull your pants off. Another victim to the ever growing pile.
You watch silently as he removes his pants, seeing him like this nearly makes you faint. All those nights dreaming of this very moment, and it’s exactly as you imagined, perfect. He pushes your legs open to stand between them as he looks down at you. The tip of his length pushing against you coaxing a frustrated whimper from you. He knows what he’s doing is driving you crazy, but it serves you right for teasing him for so long.
He chuckles when you try to move closer only for him to pin your hips down making you huff.
“Oh I’m sorry did you think I was going to just give you everything you wanted?” He says offering you mock sympathy.
“Aquilussss!” You cry.
“I love it when you say my name.” He says softly, inching his hand towards your aching cunt. “Say it again!” he commands.
You’re sure you’ve made your bottom lip bleed with how hard you’re biting it with how close his hand is to finally touching you.
“Aquilus please!” you moan breathlessly. Your hands grasping the edge of his desk above you. The sight of you desperately begging for him breaks him. It reminds him of when he found you in that closet with your fingers buried to the knuckle as you moaned his name. I should have taken you then he thinks. He moves his fingers past your folds, massaging your clit in gentle circles before sliding one- two- three fingers into you. Your walls clenching desperately as he moves at a slow pace.
He watches you as he pumps his fingers into you slowly, he knows it’s not enough by the way your brows furrow. You won’t have to wait much longer for him to give you more because the moment your eyes meet he pulls his hand away to stroke himself, covering himself in your warm slick. You feel his tip rub against you before he’s sliding into you coaxing a whimper from you. He eases into you, pulling out before going in deeper each time until he’s burying himself fully. You both moan when you move your hips against his, his grip on your hips tightening to keep you still.
His gaze is hard when you look at him. The man of peace is gone, this is someone else. You clench your walls tighter searching for any relief which makes him shut his eyes tightly before pulling his hips back, and slamming into you. The force sliding you up his desk before he pulls you back to him. He sets a steady, but brutal pace knocking the air out of you with each snap of his hips. Your moans barely escaping as he slams into you.
“You torment me for months!” He seethes. “You try to hide from me!” He pants, grabbing your jaw to make you look at him. “Is that how you treat someone you love?!” You don’t get to answer because he pulls out, and drags you up by the throat placing you inches from his face. You’re putty in his hands, and he knows it. “Look at what you’ve done to me!” He says while turning you away from him. He has you pinned face down against his desk.
You feel his body against your back when he leans down to whisper in your ear.
“You should have told me sooner…” he says placing a soft kiss against your hair. “Because I would have told you I loved you more..” he says softly making you cry as he stands back up.
“I’m sorry” you say weakly. He shushes you gently before responding. You would have plenty of time to learn before your fellow universals returned, and he was a very good teacher. He wouldn’t hurt you, but you wouldn’t hide from him anymore. You were his, and he was yours. He adored you infinitely, something everyone but you seemed to understand. He would find a new universe, build a new religion for you if that’s what it took. Your place was with him. You would understand.
✨Let’s be real for a sec, the only way you’re getting this man undressed is for sex. Be grateful the suit came off at all. Sometimes it doesn’t.
✨He’s perfectly average in the dick department. A nice 6.5 inches with a little extra girth. We aren’t whipping out a monster condom for his magnum dong.
✨You want him to fuck you like an animal in heat, he will. You want him to take it nice and slow, he will. All you have to do is ask.
✨Ride this man! He wants you on his lap absolutely dripping all over him.
✨He wants to hear you moaning, and telling him how good it feels. It strokes his ego knowing he’s the one making you feel good.
✨Prefers to take his time. Lazy morning sex is another favorite of his.
✨He’s not opposed to a quickie, just as long as it’s in a private place. He doesn’t need everyone in the galaxy watching.
✨Talk about great stamina! He can go a few rounds before getting tired.
✨Yeah he’ll give you head / eat you out. He doesn’t really care if you return it, but he has no problem grabbing a fistful of your hair while you do.
✨Definitely NOT finishing in you (if that’s a concern) unless you’ve been together a long time AND have settled in one universe. Otherwise it’s on your ass/tits or wherever you want it.
✨He’s staring (disrespectfully) while you get dressed.
✨Loves when he can see the marks he’s left on you. Knowing he put them there pulls at something primal in him.
✨Cock warming while you both sit on the pilots seat of the Scorpius? Your back resting against his chest while he leaves lazy kisses along your neck/shoulder???
✨Catch him in a bad mood and he’s bending you over the nearest surface. No he doesn’t care if his suit is digging into your skin. Shut up and take it.
✨He’s gasping, moaning, groaning, and saying your name while you ride him. He tries to come off as a badass but he loves when you take control.
✨He wasn’t sleeping with every person that showed interest in him, but he has experience for sure. He knows what he’s doing.
✨Lovesssss making out. He gets carried away the moment you run your hands through his hair or pull him closer.
✨He’s a tease. Expect him to whisper dirty things into your ear while you work on something or him acting oblivious when you come to him to act on the things he’s been saying.
✨If you’ve annoyed him recently enjoy being edged, and begging. He’ll give you what you want eventually but he enjoys teaching you a lesson.
✨If you’re just a random person in a bar then he’s just getting what he wants and leaving. The suit stays on. Be thankful he didn’t kill you.
✨if you’re together then he’s more of a gentleman. Taking his time to make sure you feel good too. The suit comes off during your shared moments together.
✨He’s definitely using his powers on you. Won’t stay still? He can make you without ever touching you. Like being deprived of oxygen? Yep.
I hope you enjoyed these! It took awhile, but I tried staying true to his character with these so hopefully they don’t come off OOC. Let me know if you want more of these or more SFW HC’s.
I have to admit that I’m having a tough time writing these NSFW HC’s for the Hunter. I think he should take that suit off to motivate me. You know, research purposes.
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