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was wondering if we could get some general headcanons for commander thorn? maybe with a dash of surviving his last stand/how it would make him see a relationship differently?
thank you in advance! some cake just for you š°
Thorn x gn reader general relationship headcanons
warnings: none
notes: I'm sorry in advance if there's some popular fanon characterization of Thorn that I don't know about, I'm unaware of any and just did these as best I could based off his (very minimal) canon characterization. Did my best lol
So when he decides he's interested in you, he goes for it. Doesn't see a reason not to. He's pretty confident about pursuing youā¦but he's NOT smooth. His attempts at flirting tend to be really earnest rather than like charming and he'll sometimes come off a little stiff. The type to plan out exactly what he's going to say beforehand, get the recitation down perfectly, but then definitely sound like he's reciting something when he's talking to you
Tbh he's just not interested in playing games. He'd rather risk rejection than spend months wondering. He just overthinks it a lil regardless and wants to make sure he's not misreading things. The others def know he's into you and give him a lot of joking advice which he pretends to scoff at and brush off but he's actually thinking about it for ages after like hmmm maybe that is a good ideaā¦
Likes impressing you with stories about previous assignments/battles and stuff and is very pleased whenever you call him brave or things like that. Honestly his favorite kinds of compliments are about like his capabilities and strength
Has a strong sense of responsibility and this carries into his relationships as in like he takes a very consciously active part in maintaining your relationship. Like if a rough week means he hasn't seen you much, he'll literally schedule time with you into his calendar so that he remembers not to let anything else get in the way
Really supportive in a very practical way. If you have a bad day, problem at work, family drama, he immediately slips into planning mode and starts helping you build a solution. Strategy brain takes over for him lol
Dates with him are on the simpler side but very intentional, he likes more casual dates that help him to just chill out and unwind for a bit since his day to day is usually so stressful. Doesn't go for spontaneous dates much, he prefers planning things ahead of time
He had to kinda get used to frequent/casual physical affection but once he did he settled into it really well and really likes frequent casual affection. Not big on PDA but little things are fine and he'll like hold your hand in public a lot
His favorite kisses are the quick, everyday ones. A kiss before leaving for duty or a little peck while passing each other. Those little moments matter more to him than like big romantic gestures would. Always kisses you like he's making a promise though, no matter how quick it is; especially after his last stand, his kisses linger for just for an extra second
A lot changed after Scipio, but they were largely subtle things you wouldn't really notice unless you were specifically look for them. He kindaā¦slowed down a little. Focused on the moments with you a little more. Maybe he needed your help a lot while recovering from his injuries and at first, he kinda struggles with needing so much help. Later, he kinda looks back on that period with a little bit of tenderness because even at his weakest, you were there
Before Scipio, he expressed love mostly through reliability. He always showed up, kept promises, solved problems, etc. Afterwards, he makes a point of saying it much more often. It kinda stripped away a lot of the hesitation he may have used to have about verbal affection
There also aren't any more quick goodbyes before leaving on assignments and things; instead, he's always coming back for one more kiss, mumbling an I love you against your lips no matter what. Every single time. In case anything ever happens again, he refuses to let your last memory of each other be an absent-minded wave from across the room
He's also a lot more protective of time that you've set aside together. Previously if time with you got interrupted for some reason he'd promise to make it up to you later and think nothing of it, but now he's learnt that "later" isn't guaranteed. His duties are still a priority but if he gets moments he can steal away with you? He'll take em
Hi all, my inbox is finally cleared! All previous requests are finished and queued up, which means that my requests are now open again :)
As a note, I haven't been super into writing nsfw stuff lately. I won't say that you absolutely can't send in nsfw reqs, but please just bear in mind that if you do, I may take a long time to complete them/they may get set on the backburner for a while. Thanks for understanding!
back on my touch-starved Rex bullshitā¦.if you felt like writing a lil NSFW drabble about that man finally cracking and succumbing to his desire to just, like, wrap himself around the reader (consensually, of course!! like i would imagine this coming at the readerās urging/encouragement)ā¦.i mean. i donāt think any of us would say no. š
Starved
Rex x gn reader
description: Smut (reader bottoms). Poor Rex is touch-starved and tense after a grueling campaign and needs some love.
warnings: NSFW 18+
Rex's recent campaign had been a grueling nightmare that had stretched for weeks, leaving Rex physically intact but hollowed emotionally. He'd gotten back only hours ago, wrapping up debrief and then heading straight to you. Now he was sitting on the edge of your bed, already stripped out of his armor, leaving him only in his blacks. He was sitting with his elbows on his knees, broad shoulders hunched forward, the back of his neck a rigid line of knotted tension.
You knelt on the bed behind him, placing your hands flat against the top of his shoulders. Rex flinched at the first contact, the sudden shock of your soft, warm palms making him stiffen even further for a moment.
"Just breathe, Rex," you murmured, voice gentle. "I've got you. Let me."
Your thumbs began to work into the stiff muscles at the base of his neck, pressing firmly into the coils of stress. He didn't move at first, like he wasn't quite sure how to relax into it. He kept his jaw clenched, his body locked tight.
"I, ah--you don't, you don't have to--" he started, rolling his shoulders a little uncomfortably. But your thumbs rubbing a particularly firm circle into his tense muscles cut him off, and he grunted faintly, tilting his head forward.
You smiled to yourself, leaning your weight into the motion, your fingers sliding over the fabric of his blacks to soothe the ache underneath. Rex let out a slightly ragged exhale, and let himself melt a little. His shoulders dropped and a groan rumbled in his chest.
"Kriff," he rasped, voice rough with weariness. "That--hah, you're good at that."
You huffed faintly, sliding your hands down and then winding your arms around him from behind, pressing your front against his back. "You could've found that out sooner if you let me take care of you more often."
Rex scoffed lightly, his hands coming up to trap yours against his ribs, squeezing lightly. "Always have too much to do," he muttered wryly, voice laced with a familiar pragmatism. "Not enough time to justā¦sit."
"You have time right now," you pointed out, whispering against the warm skin of his neck. You pressed a soft kiss just below his ear. "Time for other things, too."
Rex groaned quietly, tilting his head back against your shoulder and tilting it slightly to look at you. "You shouldn't say things like that to me right now." He paused to swallow, his eyes flicking over your face. "I'mā¦I'm too tired to be very controlled right now."
"Good," you whispered against his jaw, your lips brushing the rough stubble there. "You don't need to be controlled. I don't want the captain right now, Rex, I want you."
Rex's throat bobbed as he swallowed hard again, his gript tightening on your hands. "ā¦Lie down," he rasped, his voice dropping.
You smiled softly and shifted, lying down on the mattress and guiding him with you. He settled between your thighs, but even now, with the invitation out in the open, he hesitated a little. He held his weight up on his forearms, his chest hovering above yours, his jaw clenched so tight the muscle ticked.
"Rex," you breathed, reaching up to cup the back of his neck, your fingertips running through the short, bristly blond hair. "Don't hold back from me. Come here."
You pulled his head down, and the moment his lips met yours, he melted. He let out a slow, rough sigh into your mouth, kissing you back deeply. He moved his mouth against yours tenderly, tasting you deeply like he was trying to memorize the taste and feel of your mouth after weeks without it. As you pulled him closer, though, tugging him down flush against you, desperation started to bleed into the tenderness. A needy sound caught in the back of Rex's throat and he kissed you more insistently, parting your lips with his tongue. The weeks of starvation were showing now, his breathing ragged against your mouth, his body pressing down into the cradle of your hips.
You tilted your hips up to meet his, grinding up against him as you kissed him back hungrily. He was already trembling a little, his blacks noticeably tented, and he grunted against your mouth at the pressure, grinding back down against you eagerly.
He finally pulled back with a faint gasp, just long enough to strip the clothing from your body and then rid himself of his blacks. He pressed himself back down against you, the skin-on-skin pulling a choked sound from him. He buried his face in the crook of your nick, his hands mapping out the curves of your hips and thighs almost a little frantically.
"Rex," you whimper-gasped, your hands gripping at the bunched muscles of his back. "Rex, I--you don't have to wait. Please, I need you inside me."
Any restraint that Rex had been clinging onto promptly vanished. He let out a choked groan against your throat, his large hands sliding under your hips to tilt your pelvis up to meet him. He guided himself to your entrance, and with one heavy, deliberate push, he buried his thick, aching cock completely inside of you.
You gasped, your eyes rolling back as the fullness of him stretched you open. Rex froze for a second, his entire body trembling from the overwhelming heat and tightness clamping around him. He squeeed his eyes shut, his forehead dropping onto your shoulder.
"K-kriff," he whimpered. "You're so warm. It's been so longā¦oh, kriff, don't squeeze like that, I'll--" He cut himself off with a sharp inhale as you wrapped your legs around his waist.
"It's okay," you gasped, your legs locking him close. "Move for me, Rex."
He started slowly, drawing nearly all the way out before driving back in with a deep, rolling motion. The slow pace was a sweet, pure torture, every long, sliding thrust making you writhe beneath him. His hands planted down onto the mattress on either side of your head, his arms corded with tension as he began to pick up the rhythm. His chest heaved as he started hammering a hard, desperate pace into your hips.
You let out a breathless moan that was cut off as Rex's mouth crashed against yours again, your nails digging into the muscles of his back as he fucked into you relentlessly. "Rex, Rex, please--" you sobbed out against his lips, your nails digging deep scratches into his back as you felt yourself getting closer.
He didn't slow down. He drove into you harder, his heavy pants hot against your lips as he chased the edge right along with you. Your orgasm built slow, a thick warmth that flooded your whole body. You bucked up against him, vision blurring as your muscles clamped around his length in tight spasms.
Rex gasped, his muscles locking tight as he managed three more devastatingly deep, full thrusts. He buried himself as deep as physically possible, groaning your name is his own release hit him and he spilled hotly inside you.
He collapsed completely against you as it ended, his heavy frame crushing you into the mattress, but you didn't mind the weight for a second. He was suddenly too weak to move, his head buried in your neck, his skin slick with sweat. His arms slid under you, pulling you sideways so you were rolled together, totally tangled in the sheets and each other. He didn't pull out, preferring to stay as close as possible, wanting you totally wrapped around him for as long as possible.
"ā¦Needed that," he grunted, muffled against your neck. "Needed you."
You smiled tiredly into the crook of his shoulder, tightening your arms around him. "I know, " you whispered softly, still breathless. "ā¦Again in the morning?"
Rex managed a low, raspy chuckle against your skin, his chest vibrating pleasantly against yours. "If we start again in the morning," he murmured, his voice thick with exhaustion, "the General's gonna have to find himself a new captain. Because I'm not leaving this bed."
Happy pride! Do you have any hcs about the batchās sexualities? I know reqs are closed but I mean this as like a quick question you donāt have to answer if you donāt want an d you donāt have to write like actual hcs if that makes sense.
Happy Pride ahhhhh!!!! Iām going to assume you mean their sexual orientations in which case YES I do have hcs. I donāt get to incorporate these into my writing a lot since I do x reader and generally have to figure out how to cater to the majority (which isn't a complaint just like how it works lol) so I appreciate your ask!
Also throwing in my thoughts about their experience levels because I can. Putting it under a cut since there are discussions of sex but thereās nothing explicit.
Hunter is gay to me. Idk if this is just my brain wanting to subvert how often I see him turned into like very kinda bland cis straight woman bait but when I think about him all I can see him as is gay tbh. I also donāt think heās that experienced honestly. Has done it a few times but the manās busy and stressed and just aināt got the damn time
Tech is pan I think, though I also could see him being ace. I personally lean towards him being pan. But I also donāt think heās a very sex-driven person if that makes sense. I disagree with the frequent opinion I see that heās completely inexperienced, though. I think heās probably experimented a little, though not a lot, and it was mostly out of curiosity. Just doesnāt prioritize it
Wreckerās bi. This is one of the most bi men to ever exist to me. Might have a slight feminine preference? But itād be very slight. I also think heās the most experienced (besides Echo). Just likes to have a good time what can I say. I generally picture him being pretty good at flirting in casual contexts and then getting awkward and clamming up a lil when stronger feelings get involved so. I figure heād be pretty good at picking people up (pun not intended but it fits lol)
Crosshair is gay aroace to me. I could also see him as bi aroace but regardless, the ace in particular is strong with this one. Bear in mind I donāt think he has a fucking clue about any of this. Just isnāt super interested in traditional romance or sex and leaves it at that. Craves understanding and trust and loyalty tho so that could translate to a (tentative) willingness for relationships. I also think heās the least experienced. Prob a virgin. Itās a combination of him not being bothered to go to the effort and him not wanting to risk being vulnerable around anyone heās not really close to/comfortable with
Echo is bi I think with no gender preference. Has a decent amount of experience, def the most out of the Batch, at the very least he has enough to know what he likes and to know what heās doing. I feel he was probably getting up to it semi-frequently back in the 501st days and hasnāt done it much or at all again after Skako. Has complicated feelings about his body now and a part of him thinks sex might help with that and the other part of him isnāt sure if he wants to risk making it worse
Hi I totally understand if youāre not comfortable with this but could you maybe do the bb and Rex reacting to their partner struggling with an eating disorder
Clones x gn reader with an eating disorder headcanons
Includes TBB and Rex
warnings: nonspecific allusions to symptoms of eating disorders, but it's very generalized and no specific disorder is mentioned
Hunter:
Hunter kinda suspected something was wrong before you told him. Maybe inconsistencies in your routine, shifts in your mood in specific contexts, stress responses around meals, just little things connected to whatever symptoms you have. He didn't really know what specifically was wrong, but he had a suspicion that you were struggling with something and he might've even been the one to bring it up to you
His first reaction on learning is guilt, just because he wishes he could've been trying to help you sooner or maybe he thinks he should've figured it out. He views protecting people he loves as his responsibility and learning you've been struggling without him realizing the extent hits him a little hard. Really tries not to make it about him though and just focuses on talking to you and finding out what you really need from him and what would help
Very protective and when he notices you struggling he tries to step in before you even ask for help, which like. is sometimes considerate and sometimes a little overbearing. He checks in on you constantly, asking how you're doing, making sure you're rested, making sure you're eating at least semi consistently, and it's all very nice that he's worried and wants to help and everything but if you need space you're gonna have to have a discussion
Does learn to ask instead of assuming. Initially he tries to overcompensate a little for not noticing how much you were struggling but he does quickly realize that monitoring you isn't the same thing as supporting you and starts learning to ask what would help instead of just immediately taking charge
He's really good at being like, steady and grounding and creating kind of a safe place for you though. There's no frustration or disappointment on his part whenever you struggle or relapse or anything and absolutely no making you feel guilty for needing help. He wants to be there for you, he wants you to feel like you can tell him anything, he wants you to be able to rely on him, and he would never do anything to compromise that
Tech:
As soon as you tell Tech, he's mentally compiling every piece of information he has about eating disorders and identifying gaps in his knowledge. He refuses to rely on assumptions because he wants to understand what you're actually experiencing. Does a lot of research
His first instinct is to problem-solve. He wants to suggest plans, systems, schedules, and evidence-based interventions but he has to realize that having information doesn't automatically make things easier for you and understanding your emotions around it is just as important as understanding the actual disorder
He's your biggest advocate and super protective of you especially when it comes to misinformation, if anyone's ever rude/insensitive to you he's jumping in to very ruthlessly pick apart whatever comment they might've made
Helps you identify patterns, is very good at noticing trends and connections and if you want his help he'll work with you to like identify triggers, stressors, habits, anything that makes things harder. He wants to understand what's happening he wants you to know how much he really wants to work with you on this
His love for you really shows through his consistency and actions. He's not always that emotionally expressive through like words or anything but all the research he does, the reminders he sets, the resources he gathers, the time he spends learning to support you are all expressions of love. He's constantly trying to help make your life easier/more comfortable
Wrecker:
Wrecker's heartbroken when you tell him, his immediate reaction being like mild confusion and then just sadness that you've been dealing with this. He's hugging you TIGHT before you're even finished explaining
Feels completely out of his depth at first, and this frustrates him because he desperately wants to help. He knows that this is a complicated situation and he just really doesn't know where to start at first, doesn't want to accidentally do/say anything that makes things worse, so he's a little awkward and quieter than normal when you two are talking through it but still very affectionate
Focuses on making food feel less stressful. Tries to make meals enjoyable, comfortable experiences that are more like opportunities for connection rather than just eating. Really proud of you whenever you make any kind of breakthrough with eating like finding a safe food or finding a meal routine that works a little better
Speaking of which, he's super attentive to your comfort foods and safe foods. If there's a particular food that you're usually okay with, he makes sure it's available whenever possible. Pays a LOT of attention to stressors/triggers too
His support is tbh like wonderfully uncomplicated lol. He doesn't overanalyze. If you're having a bad day, he's there. If you're overwhelmed, he's there. If you need encouragement, he's already giving it. He doesn't always know the perfect thing to do/say, but he never makes you feel like a burden and he celebrates small victories like they're huge accomplishments (because they are!). He knows how hard you're working and all progress is exciting to him
Crosshair:
Crosshair is kinda lost when you first tell him. He knows how serious this is of course and is so worried about you, but all his usual coping mechanisms (sarcasm, deflection, blunt honesty) seem VERY dangerous because the last thing he wants to do is say something that hurts you or makes things worse. So he's mostly really quiet when you tell him and like a little bit fidgety
He makes a conscious effort to be more careful about the ways he teases you and any comments about food, eating habits, or self control disappear overnight. You trusting him to tell him about your struggles means a lot to him and jeopardizing that trust is like one of his worst nightmares
His support is subtle but very deliberate, just like staying with you on difficult days, figuring out something that you'd be okay with eating without making a big deal of it, making sure he's around when you're struggling. His help is often kinda disguised as casual behavior both to avoid drawing attention to it and to help make sure it's more comforting rather than overwhelming for you
Always super attentive anyway but he becomes even more attentive to your moods. Knows when you're having a rough day before you say anything. Doesn't always comment on it, but he's aware, and adjusts accordingly. Good at identifying patterns too and picks up on your stressors/triggers really fast
Honestly the closest thing he has to a recovery strategy is just being there. He knows he can't fix your disorder for you and he knows he probably doesn't have the right words to always make you feel better, but he isn't gonna let you face it alone. His version of love is often just presence, and whenever you're not doing well, he's making sure he is THERE and even if he stays mostly quiet he'll hold you and comfort him in the ways he can
Echo:
Echo goes very stiff and quiet when you tell him, but it's because he's just forcing himself to stay calm. He's not upset at you or anything obviously, he's just surprised and concerned but knows reacting emotionally won't help. Tries to focus on making sure you feel secure enough to keep talking about it and is understanding about how hard it might be to discuss it
Pretty good at balancing emotional and practical support, and understands that recovery requires both. He'll listen when you need to talk, validate your feelings when you're struggling, and also help you figure out tangible steps forward when you're ready for them
One thing he's really good at is recognizing shame. He understands what it's like to feel trapped inside your own mind/body and being afraid of people seeing you differently. He never treats your disorder as something you should apologize for and doesn't pressure you to explain symptoms or coping mechanisms or anything like that
Also good with helping you build support systems. He knows that recovery works better when multiple people are involved. Doesn't pressure you to tell people anything you wouldn't be comfortable with but does encourage you to find ways that people you can trust can help you/support you. He's there for you of course, but he wants you to know that there are others that care too
Reminds you a lot that recovery is worth the effort. He's survived things that would've broken other people. He knows perseverance. When you're discouraged, Echo is the one reminding you that painfully slow progress is still real progress. His faith in you and your ability to move forward always stays steady even if yours doesn't
Rex:
Rex's first reaction is pure concern, followed by a little bit of guilt that he didn't notice sooner, but he doesn't dwell on that. Pulls you into a hug because his first instinct is to make sure you know you're safe. Later he spends a lot of time wondering if there were signs he missed and whether he could have helped sooner, but in the moment, he stays super focused on you and ways to start helping you
Also feels very out of his depth and he does kinda awkwardly admit that he doesn't know what he's doing here, but that of course never stops him from trying. He'd much rather help imperfectly than leave you to deal with it alone.
Very firm about supporting your recovery in that he's very conscious of helping you stick to any coping strategies, routines, support systems, or anything else that you agreed on trying. He doesn't order you around or anything but he also isn't going to let you give up on yourself during difficult moments. His attitude is very much I know this is hard but we're doing it anyway
Checks in on you a lot but tries to be kinda casual about it to avoid hovering. He knows it's unpleasant when concern starts to feel like surveillance so he tries hard to make sure communication stays open without being overbearing, though sometimes he's so careful he starts coming across as like awkwardly indirect
More than anything, he makes it very clear that this doesn't change how he sees you and that's pretty much the very first thing he'd want you to understand. You're carrying something difficult and now he gets to help carry it with you.
could i ask a fic or hcs with a bottom!fox? š can be nsfw it's fine with me :) (i'm in my top mood lately lmaooo)
thank you in advance :)
bottom!Fox x masc reader headcanons
warnings: NSFW 18+
notes: I've been mildly obsessed with the idea of Fox bottoming lately so I was VERY happy to write these lmao
Fox doesn't suddenly become submissive just because he's bottoming. He's trying to order you around even while you're inside him lol. If you're pacing yourself, he'll hiss at you to go faster, his hands locking onto your hips and his fingers digging in hard enough to leave bruises as he tugs your pelvis down against his to get the depth he wants
Doesn't really like being taken from behind. He wants to see your face, wants to be able to tell you what to do, wants to be able to see how good he's making you feel. On the rare occasion he does let you take him from behind, it's only after a grueling, exhausting shift where he just wants to lie down and take it. You might be able to talk him into letting you do it more if it's in front of a mirror, though.
Speaking of which, a lot of nights when he's especially tired, he'll come home, strip off his armor, and just lie back on the bed, fully expecting you to get to work. He doesn't want to have to do anything. Just spreads his legs and looks up at you with heavy, exhausted eyes and tells you to take care of him. Wants you to crawl over him, kiss him thoroughly, and fuck into him at a nice steady pace that lets him shut his brain off completely
When he lets himself let go he gets really needy and vocal, and tbh, he's most likely to let himself go when you're topping him. If you're stretching him out properly and hitting his sweet spot with a hard, steady rhythm, he can go from demanding to straight up begging, whining your name into your neck, just totally falling apart
He doesnāt bottom super often but when he does it turns him on A LOT, to the point where his precum production is more than usual. As you start fucking into him he'll be leaking a thick, sticky mess all over his own abs. Doesn't care to clean it; he'll grab your hand, make you coat your palm in it, and have you smear it over his nipples or use it as extra lube to cram your cock even deeper inside him
Enjoys riding you and is good at it. Holds your wrists down, grinding down on you slowly, tilting his pelvis to squeeze your dick even tighter. He sometimes tries to tease a little bit by maintaining this slow pace but he gets too impatient too fast lol and suddenly he's bouncing on you almost frantically, pumping his cock in his fist, panting and breathless
Wants you to rough him up a little. Intentionally pulls your hips down hard against his thighs hoping you'll leave bruises. Constantly telling you to fuck him harder or guiding your hands to his hips and trying to make you squeeze them tighter. He wants to be walking around sore the next day
He can go longer when he's bottoming and he gets annoyed if you try to pull away too soon/cum too fast. Even if his legs are shaking and heās overwhelmed from all the stimulation, if you try to pull out to clean up, he'll clamp around you and glare up you, muttering that he didn't tell you that you could stop yet. If you're too tired he will happily ride you until he literally cannot move his legs anymore
The second he blows his load though, he's done. So exhausted even if he was lying there letting you do all the work, it just somehow gets him SO tired. He'll literally pass out within two minutes of your cock slipping out of him. You're gonna be stuck with cleanup every time I'm so sorry
If he wakes up with your cock already hard against his ass, it gets him in the mood to bottom and he gets so turned on so fast. Spits on his hand and reaches back to slick up your cock and guide it into him, still kinda half-asleep but all soft and needy. He'll just lie there, face buried in the pillow, taking your slow, sleepy thrusts while letting out raspy moans
could we get some headcanons on established relationship Crosshair in the clone war vs Pabu? Unless you think there wouldnāt be too big of a difference. Can include nsfw too :3 thank you!
Crosshair x gn reader: relationship headcanons Clone War vs on Pabu
warnings: some explicit ones included at the end of each section (18+)
notes: oh my god there'd be a HUGE difference. Clone Wars Crosshair and Pabu Crosshair are separated by years of trauma, guilt, betrayal, imprisonment, disability, a complete collapse of his worldviewā¦yeah the relationship experience would be VERY different lol. To me, Clone Wars Crosshair is more insecure about needing people, while Pabu Crosshair is insecure about deserving them, which changes the whole dynamic
Clone Wars:
There's a recklessness to him that makes dating him during this period so frustrating. He trusts his own abilities completely and genuinely believes he'll always be fine. You'd spend a lot of time worrying about him, and he'd spend a lot of time rolling his eyes at that worry. He's a soldier, this is what he was made for, he's survived every battle, he's fine. Doesn't really occur to him that watching him be thrown into danger over and over is, you know, stressful/painful
Kind of even more of a menace? He's confident and comfortable in his place within the squad and still operating under the assumption that he knows eactly who he is. Half the time he's picking fights because he's bored and wants your attention. The other half he's testing boundaries and trying to figure out how much you'll tolerate before you walk away. Truly so annoying and antagonistic in a very youngest sibling sort of way
He wants to be needed. He'd rather die than admit it, but he absolutely wants it. He bases a lot of his worth off of how capable/useful he is, and he wants to be useful to you. Likes being the person you ask for help. Likes when you seek him out first. If someone else solves your problem before he gets the chance, he'll pretend he doesn't care while being really secretly annoyed about it
Vulnerability from him isā¦extremely rare. If he's struggling with something, you're probably not finding out. He'll just be even snarkier/meaner than usual and won't tell you why. He doesn't know how to let people help him/take care of him. If he's injured, he's brushing you off (you hear "I get shot all the time" with an eye roll WAY too often). If he's upset, he's turning it into sarcasm. You spend a lot of time learning how to read into the things he isn't saying
Kinda competitive with you. If you share any skills he's turning them into contests and then being really frustratingly smug whenever he wins. If you beat him, he'll spend hours pretending to be unbothered while also obsessing over it
Really good listener though and really does care about you/getting to know you and remembers everything you say to him/tell him about yourself. Prefers listening to you talk than actually talking himself. He really does care about you but is still figuring out how he's comfortable expressing that
Initiates physical affection fairly often, but it's usually disguised as something else. Very awkward and dismissive of outright tenderness so he hides inside confidence and teasing. There's essentially this weird mix of confidence and insecurity that he refuses to acknowledge and it often makes his affection come off as overly casual or a little demanding
He's very controlled about affection and kissing. Likes making you wait for it. Rarely lets himself really get lost in a kiss, prefers to be very deliberate and deep to make sure you're the one left breathless first. He does have a little bit of an obsession with your mouth and neck and likes to use his teeth too, little nips to your bottom lip or your jaw because he likes the way you gasp
Leans more dominant here because he's pretty averse to/awkward with vulnerability and sex is easier for him if he's the one in control. Pretty inexperienced and doesn't EVER want you to catch on to that and honestly he kinda overcompensates for it a little bit. Prefers positions where you're underneath him
One of the primary ways he exercises control over you sexually is through teasing/edging/denial. Really loves bringing you right up to the edge and then stopping and making you beg. Makes him really smug
The softest you'll see him is right after sex tho when he's tired and still catching his breath. Will reach out and grip your hand and just kinda wanna lie there with you for a minute. You MIGHT even get him to mumble that he loves you if you're lucky. Then probably just like sits up and starts smoking or some shit
Pabu:
Falls in love a lot more slowly and a lot more deeply. Has more things that he really looks for/cares about. Trust and loyalty have always been huge for him, but ESPECIALLY so now.
Obviously, it's difficult/taxing for Crosshair to try to actually process the years of grief, guilt, trauma, and uncertainty. Is kinda hyperalert often despite not needing to be anymore. He gets lost in thought a lot more. Sometimes you'll ask what he's thinking about and he'll struggle to answer because half the time he barely knows himself, there's just a lot
He still struggles with letting himself be taken care of, but he lets you do it anyway now. He grumbles when you fuss over him, complains that you're being ridiculous and insists that he's fine, but he lets himself take comfort in it, which he didn't really let himself do before
He really craves understanding and a safe place to be vulnerable, even if he's still often very guarded about it. He's carrying enough now that the relationship would be complicated in a lot of ways it wasn't before since certain topics might shut him down, certain memories leave him quieter than usual, maybe he has bad nights where he's kept up by nightmares, and things that never used to bother him suddenly do. Like there are little triggers scattered throughout daily life that you just have to learn to be aware of. If you're able to be a source of stability and understanding and comfort without him needing to ask, it helps him SO MUCH
Becomes very attached to routines with you. Morning caf, evening walks, kinda mundane stuff that just gives him some stability. If the usual routine gets interrupted he's very irritable lol
Still makes fun of you constantly and bickering is pretty much his love language. There's always an underlying warmth to it though. He just likes seeing your reactions tbh
Despite everything he's kind of a better partner now than he was before because he's figuring out that he doesn't have to earn your love through usefulness or strength. He's more ready to let you see parts of him that he would've previously done everything in his power to hide.
Physical affection is more about trust and understanding now and he uses it to communicate with you a lot. It's often more subtle than before and usually a little softer than he would've let himself be before too. There's not as much insecurity there anymore and he doesn't feel the need to overcompensate by being demanding or overly controlled about it
Kisses are still very deliberate but there are now times when he'll let himself kinda melt into them. Might lean his forehead against yours first, just breathing you in before kissing you with a deep, quiet hunger
Letting go of the burden of control becomes a relief for him and he finds he really likes if you're in control during sex sometimes. It's a way for him to express how much he trusts you. Sometimes really just wants to be helpless beneath you while you pleasure him :)
Still a MASSIVE tease, just really likes getting you all worked up and desperate, but he also just really likes drawing things out for as long as possible
Lets himself get more vulnerable during sex now and honestly sometimes gets really emotional and even a lil pathetic. Lots of desperation, chases the pleasure a lot, but there's a lot of intimacy and trust there too which means a lot to him
description: Smut. You've had a thing for Emerie for months, and finally decide to make a move.
warnings: NSFW 18+
The lab had long since settled into the usual evening quiet. It was late enough that most of the personnel had cleared out, leaving only the glow of data screens and the white lighting out in the corridors. Emerie was standing across from your desk, her attention fixed entirely on the datapad in her hands.
As usual.
You leaned back in your chair, pretending to review your own reports while stealing glances at her over the edge of the screen. Months. It had been months of lingering looks, accidental brushes of hands, and late-night shifts that the two of you had been spending together, trying to ignore the heavy tension between you.
"The final sequencing reports need to be logged before the next cycle starts," Emerie was saying, her voice just a little too tight. She didn't look at you. She never looked directly at you when tension got like this.
You hummed faintly, glancing around the lab. It's quiet. Nobody's around, and nobody's going to be around. Now would be a good time for a...talk. "Emerie, can the logs wait for a few minutes?" you asked, standing up from your desk. "I want--"
"They can't, actually," she interrupted, her attention remaining fixed on the datapad. "If they're not filed beforeā"
"Emerie."
The tone of your voice seemed to make her pause, and she finally glanced up at you. She faltered a little when her eyes met yours, like the professionalism she'd been trying hard to maintain was suddenly even harder to keep up. You crossed over to her before you could talk yourself out of it.
"You're doing it again," you said quietly.
A faint crease appeared between her brows. "Doing what?"
"Avoiding me. This."
"I'm not avoiding you." The denial came a little too quickly.
You stopped in front of her, close enough to notice the way her grip tightened around the datapad.
"Really?" you asked softly. "Because every time this starts happening, every time we're alone together and it feels like there's actually something between us, you suddenly find another report to read. And I mean, that's fine, but I'd sort of like toā¦like to know what this is."
Emerie stared at you for a moment, her throat working as she swallowed. "You know what this is," she said quietly after a moment.
You exhaled. "Then tell me."
A small, frustrated sigh escaped her. "I can't."
"Because of work?" you asked.
"Because of...a lot of things."
You stayed quiet for a moment, studying her and the way she was clutching that datapad. All you could really think about right now were the months of finding excuses to work the same shifts and months of watching her linger in doorways as though she wanted to say something before ultimately turning away. You didn't want to keep waiting.
"Emerie," you murmured, stepping even closer. "Burying yourself in reports won't make it disappear."
"I know that," she said quickly. "But it--it makes it easier to manage." Her voice was just barely steady, and you could definitely see the way she was internally questioning her own explanation even as she gave it.
You shook your head. "I'm pretty sure it's making it harder."
Emerie's lips parted slightly, as though she wanted to argue, but nothing came out, and the silence stretched for a moment. You could see a faint flush beginning to creep across her cheeks. Her gaze dropped briefly to your mouth before snapping back to your eyes.
You spoke again before she could. "ā¦Maybe the problem is that neither of us wants to manage it anymore."
Emerie bit her lip, considering this, as she finally set her datapad down on the edge of your desk. She hesitated again, looking torn between stepping back and leaning closer, caught between responsibility and want. So, you made the choice for both of you. You stepped close, reaching up and gently brushing your hand against her jaw.
"ā¦Can I kiss you?"
Emerie let out a shaky breath and leaned into your palm, eyes fluttering shut for a moment as she nodded. You closed the distance, pressing your lips to hers.
The kiss started hesitant, just soft and testing, but after a moment, Emerie sighed against your mouth and her hands came up to grip the fabric of your uniform and pulled you flush against her. The kiss deepened quickly, turning breathless. Your hand slid from her jaw to the nape of her neck, angling her head to press closer. She was responding a little more confidently now.
"I--I've wanted to do this for aā¦for a long time," she managed to admit, murmuring against your mouth, the words broken and breathless. She dragged her mouth away to press a line of kisses along your jaw. Your free hand gripped her waist, a shiver going down your spine as her teeth lightly grazed your skin.
You backed up a step, guiding her with you until the small of her back pressed against the edge of your desk. She pressed into you, her hands sliding up to cup your face as she brought her mouth back to yours in another deep kiss. You reached backward, your hand sweeping across the surface of your desk to clear it. Before the last datapad had even finished clattering to the floor, you were gripping her thighs to adjust her to sit on the desk. She gasped against your mouth, her fingers tangling in your hair.
"Ah--wait," Emerie panted, breaking the kiss to glance at the door as her chest heaved. "Someone mightā¦"
"They won't," you breathed, kissing your way down her jawline, making her arch her neck with a soft whimper. "It's late. No one's around." You gripped her hips, pulling her closer to the edge of the desk as her thighs parted for you. Emerie's hands fell to grip the edge of the desk.
"Please," she whispered, the last of her composure gone. "I--we can--I want--"
You didn't have the patience to make her wait. You sunk to your knees between her legs, looking up at her. Her glasses were askew, her breathing ragged, her usually neat hair a little disheveled. Slowly, you reached to unfasten her trousers, sliding them down her hips along her with panties. She let out a sharp breath as you slid your hands along her bare thighs up to her hips. You finally pressed a kiss to her inner thigh, and she let out a choked gasp, her fingers digging into the edge of the desk.
"Look at me," you murmured.
She forced her eyelids open, nearly trembling with anticipation as your mouth moved higher. Slowly, you parted her folds with your fingers and then leaned forward and pressed your tongue against her center in one long, upward stroke.
Emerie choked on another gasp, her head falling back as a shudder ran through her. "Oh--oh, makerā¦"
You didn't give her time to recover. You swirled your tongue over her clit, gripping her thighs to keep her from squirming too much. You pressed your tongue deeper into her wet slit, drinking her in. She let out a loud moan, all of her usual caution and restraint completely forgotten.
"More--ah, please," she whimpered, her hips twitching upward, begging for more pressure.
You gave her what she wanted, picking up the pace. You sucked her clit into your mouth, lapping at it with hungry strokes while sliding two fingers deep inside her. Emerie cried out in pleasure into the empty lab, her back arching. You pumped your fingers in and out steadily in tandem with the strokes of your tongue against her clit. She was soaked, her hips twitching against your face like she couldn't help it, slicking your chin and lips with her wetness as she neared the edge.
"I'm gonna--I'm close, oh, I'm close--" she cried out, her thighs shaking against your shoulders.
You didn't slow down, driving your fingers in harder while you swirled your tongue around her swollen clit. Emerie finally came, clamping down around your fingers as her climax drenched your hand and mouth. She sobbed out your name, body shaking as she rode out the intense orgasm. You stayed still for a moment, keeping your fingers buried deep inside her and gently laving your tongue over her as her breathing gradually slowed. You finally pulled your fingers out and stood up.
Emerie looked totally unraveled, her head tilted back, cheeks flushed dark. She reached out as you stepped closer, her arms wrapping around your neck to pull you into a shaky, gentle kiss.
"I thinkā¦" Emerie started, whispering against your mouth. "I think you were right. Trying toā¦"manage" this was making it much harder."
You laughed softly, leaning in to press another soft kiss to her lips. "Mm. No more avoiding it, then."
hello my goat would you perhaps be up to writing tbb x reader hcs where they go ice skating with their s/o?š«¶ ok thank you love you byebye
TBB x gn reader: going ice skating headcanons
warnings: none
notes: my idiot brain went yo maybe I should save this request till closer to winter/christmas. yeah i'm sure anon would appreciate me not answering this for half a year. jesus christ
Hunter:
He's mildly skeptical at first like "people do this for fun????" and it takes a little bit of convincing for him to give in and do it with you
Complains about the skates a lot, just kinda sits there for a long time flexing his ankles and trying to get used to the way they feel, and absolutely hates the sound of skates against ice so he's wincing a lot at first just from the sound
Other than that though he's ANNOYINGLY good right off the bat. Perfect balance. Smooth turns. Strong posture. Barely wobbles. Doesn't realize that he's really good either and just thinks it's this easy for everyone
Still stays next to you and holds your hand the whole time and if you wobble at all he's shooting his arms out to steady you. You'll never fall cause he's already halfway to catching you lol
Which kinda becomes a problem (not really) because eventually he's holding you by the waist every five minutes and now neither of you are concentrating :)
Drifts into some protectiveness if the rink is crowded and if anybody skates too close to you he's subtly steering you to where there's more space with a hand on your back
Ends up actually having a lot of fun, is amused if you're baffled at how quick he picked it up, liked spending time with you, liked having lots of excuses to touch you/hold hands. By the time it's time to leave he's kinda like "ā¦already?" but plays it off
Tech:
Goes into it with the confidence of someone who has watched exactly one instructional holovid and is pretty certain he'll get the fundamentals down within a minute or two. "Based on my observations, this should be relatively straightforward". Five minutes later he's clinging to the rink wall
He really does get the basics down very fast though. And then he starts experimenting. Different stride lengths, turning methods, etc. Reports his findings to you very seriously and every time he figures out a new maneuver he wants to demonstrate it for you
Talks constantly, you're just trying to skate and meanwhile he's explaining blade geometry, friction coefficients, momentum transfer, and why ice skating is actually a fascinating demonstration of several physics principles
Figured out how to skate backwards way earlier than he should, just decided he wanted to and then spent forever deliberately practicing it while muttering observations to himself
Honestly he's kinda doing his own thing a lot of the time but if you grab his hand to get his attention back to you he'll grip your hand pretty tight and skate with you. Claims it's for stability but his grip tightens every time you smile at him
If you ever fall, he's beside you immediately to check if you're hurt, but the second you confirm you're okay he's telling you exactly what went wrong like "You shifted your weight too early during the turn." "Tech, I just ate ice." "Yes, and now you can avoid repetition."
Notices you're cold afterwards and ends up cuddling you to warm you up but honestly he just had a great time and doesn't want this lil date to end yet
Wrecker:
Doesn't think skating could possibly be that difficult but absolutely eats it the SECOND he steps onto the ice. Thinks it's kinda funny though and just lies there laughing for a minute
Falls constantly at first but it doesn't really discourage him. Kinda thinks the wipeouts are fun. Somehow. Accidentally turns skating into a contact sport because he is almost colliding with you FREQUENTLY. Mostly figures it out eventually though. When he's moving he's not bad, stopping's a whole other issue
Takes every possible opportunity to hold onto you. Hand-holding, arm around your waist, hand on your back, pulling you against his side. He'll insist it's for safety reasons despite being the one causing most of the safety concerns
After the first particularly dramatic fall, he stretches his arms towards you and gets you to kiss him like "c'mon sweetheart it's serioussss :(" but after you oblige, every time he falls he exaggerates it to get you to kiss him better again
If you fall though he's instantly serious and has you back on your feet before you've even processed. Spends the next few minutes hovering to make sure you're really okay
Likes having little competitions with you and stuff even though he loses most of them because his enthusiasm is frankly destructive
By the end of it, he's bruised, sore, but tired and happy. Had a blast. Brags about how good he was when he very much was not. Mostly just very pleased to have found an activity where he has a good excuse to hang onto you for ages
Crosshair:
Absolutely fucking hates the cold and his immediate reaction to this idea is FUCK no. You manage to get him to come along by saying you're going whether he's coming or not. So he comes along, but insists he's just gonna watch
Fully intends to just sit there on a bench with his arms crossed, watching you skate with a scowl on his face. But if you beg him enoughā¦he'll eventually give in. Complains about EVERYTHING the entire time, is more snappish than usual, hates the cold, hates the skates, is secretly super worried about embarrassing himself
Actually has pretty good balance once he's actually up and moving. Not exactly as naturally gifted as Hunter, but he's coordinated enough to pick it up quickly. The first fall is even more catastrophic to his mood though. If you say a WORD about it he'll sulk (while pretending not to). You ask if he's okay and all he does is shoot you a withering look
Refuses every offer of helpā¦but keeps hold of your hand almost the entire time. If you point it out, he'll claim it's because his hand is cold, or say it's because someone almost bumped into you, or something like that. But his grip gets noticeably tighter whenever he comes close to losing his balance. Huh. Interesting.
Is secretly sort of pleased for all the excuses to be so close to you. Why's he so close? Cold. Why's his arm around your waist? Cold. Why hasn't he let go of your hand for a full hour? Cold.
Scoffs and rolls his eyes whenever you show off. Snickers and says something snarky whenever you fall. Still, though, you can literally feel his mood getting a little lighter as things go on and he gets a little more comfortable. He's not exactly relaxed, but he's not complaining much anymore, he's enjoying having time with you, and he's a little smug that he's decent at skating
By the time it's over he's exhausted but mostly just from maintaining the illusion that he's miserable. Still, though, the second you're done he's OUT of there, pulling you along with him. Months later he'll still insist he hated ice skating. Still remembers every single detail of that day though.
Echo:
Goes into it practically, spending a couple minutes getting a feel for the ice, testing his balance and such. He's not scared of wiping out though so he kinda dives right in and everything kinda clicks into place really fast. Is pleased with himself
When he DOES wipe out a couple times he gets mildly annoyed but cracks jokes about it. You'll skate over to check on him and he'll say it's the ice's fault or that he's got good news, he now knows what NOT to do. If you laugh at him falling he acts offended right up until he starts laughing too
Probably manages to to pull you down with him at one point, completely accidentally. Makes sure you're okay and apologizes but quickly takes the opportunity to kiss you better
Very encouraging if you're new to it or not as confident at it. Holds your hand to steady you, gives you lots of encouragement, knows when to let go and let you figure it out vs when to hold on to you to keep you steady. Catches you whenever you stumble
Kinda gets competitive with himself? Just trying to skate a little smoother, turn a little sharper, stop a little cleaner
The second you're cold he's holding his arms out and tugging you against him, rubbing his hand along your arm to help warm you up. Starts finding excuses to stop near the edge of the rink because he knows every break means you'll immediately drift back into your arms
Overall very much enjoys the experience and was very pleased to just do something lighthearted and fun with you. He's flushed from the cold, a little sore from all the falling, and genuinely had a great time. Would love to do it again
No post tonight all, been super busy lately! Will be back on track soon tho. Have multiple requests partially completed so I should be able to get those queued up tomorrow
Hello there! š I'm so happy requests are open again! so I'm just hurry up and get this off my chest but, could I request some hcs on tbb (and you can also sprinkle some other clones in there) with an introverted as well as extroverted partner? Like with a SUPER introverted, quiet partner and with a super extroverted, social, talkative partner. Another little detail, can you also add how they like handle intimacy with them? Especially in terms that their partner is like SUPER introverted and might not be always up to activities of that type. Please and thank you!!š
TBB x gn reader: introverted vs extroverted partner headcanons
warnings: mentions of sex but nothing graphic
notes: my extremely shy, awkward, introverted ass was giggling and kicking my feet writing this. self indulgence for the win
Hunter:
Introverted: Hunter is great if you're introverted because he's able to become attuned to your limits before you even verbalize them. He's very aware of tension, exhaustion, overstimulation, so he's good at pulling you out of situations that are getting to be too much for you or just being there to support you. He also never tries to "fix" your introversion or quietness or anything like that and honestly really enjoys quieter companionship a lot. Your presence becomes really soothing for him. With intimacy, he's very patient. He sort of treats trust itself as intimate, if that makes sense, and he never wants to do anything that could threaten the trust that you've built with each other. He doesn't push for physical affection if you're withdrawn or overwhelmed, but is also good with little grounding touches like brief, affectionate forehead presses. He also can get overwhelmed from a sensory standpoint with sex sometimes and doesn't mind if it's not too frequent. He's kinda glad initially that you two can just ease into intimacy a little slower and learn to navigate it comfortably together.
Extroverted: An extroverted partner would kinda drag Hunter out of his comfort zone a little bit. He's used to dealing with his squad's specific brand of chaos all the time and is very glad you mesh well with them even if it does exhaust him sometimes. Often lets you do most of the talking in conversations while he just listens with that tired but fond look, and he'll occasionally mutter dry comments or maybe even tease you a little about how much you talk but he doesn't mind. It's good for him in some ways because listening to you helps him get out of his own head and helps keep him from withdrawing too much. He can also be very paranoid and you dragging him to new places or into new experiences is both SUPER nerve-wracking for him just from a protectiveness standpoint but also good for him. Intimacy is a little more frequent, with like spontaneous kisses to playfully shut you up or wrapping his arms around your waist and leaning against you as you talk. Sex can be a little bit of an ordeal for him and if you're particularly communicative during or really confident he kinda feels a little awkward but it ultimately does help him lol. At the end of the day though he will still crave quieter moments with you because that's when he feels most able to fully let his guard down.
Tech:
Introverted: Tech could ramble forever to you about anything and everything. Realizing that you're genuinely attentive and love listening to him talk both makes him melt and makes him preen a little, like it kinda feeds his ego that you like to listen to him talk. You'd have to work on communication a little though because he's not great at just reading cues and sometimes needs things to be directly explained to him. But he'd figure it out. lol. He also cares about you so much that like one of his absolute top priorities is learning you, your boundaries, your preferences, your likes, dislikes, everything, as thoroughly as he can. He's really very attentive and would also become very sort of protective of your quiet space, very good at redirecting conversations if others are overwhelming you and kinda offering you an escape route without making a scene about it. Intimacy with him is very gentle and methodical; he wants explicit reassurance that you're comfortable and would never assume anything. But honestly he shows affection a lot more through quality time and acts of service anyway so if you're not in the mood for anything physical he just shifts into some different form of comfort instead, finding other ways to be close and spend time together without putting any pressure on you.
Extroverted: Tech with an extroverted partner is chaotic in the best way because neither of you can every fully let the other have the last word. There'd be a lot of bickering. Tech impulsively corrects even minor inaccuracies in every damn thing you say and also isn't good at just letting things go. So he'd be interrupting you a lot. At the same time, there is very obvious affection underneath it. He does genuinely love listening to you talk about things that you're passionate about and also loves that you can keep up with him verbally instead of just like staring blankly at him while he infodumps like a lot of other people do. You could tease him relentlessly for going into lecture mode and he'd counter by correcting your exaggerations with complete seriousness. If you're super social he'd be okay with it and like still go out and do whatever you wanted but will sometimes kinda withdraw and just do shit on his datapad instead of engaging. He just needs a break sometimes. Intimacy would be pretty sweet cause even softer moments would still have a little energy to them. Like grinning into kisses because you're still debating something, tangled-up conversations at 2 am that drift from teasing to serious to borderline nonsensical to vulnerable.
Wrecker:
Introverted: Honestly Wrecker's kind of endeared by your shyness, really loves little smiles and soft laughs and the way you might light up when comfortable around him specifically. He kinda tries to draw you out by engaging with you, asking you questions, excitedly telling you stories, or showing off things he thinks will impress you. His energy might honestly overwhelm you at times but the second he realizes it he'd feel bad and dial himself back. Would need a little bit of reassurance just cause he sometimes feels like he's too much. Physical affection might be the hardest adjustment for him because it's such a huge part of how he expresses love. But if you get overstimulated or can't handle constant physical affection and frequent intimacy, he'd learn other ways to show affection, like saving you food you like, making you laugh when you're withdrawn, sitting as close as you're comfortable with, offering his hand to you to hold. He'd be super careful during sex anyway just because he's very aware of his own strength and energy but would be especially careful if you're anxious/nervous going into it, is very affectionate and checks for reassurance a lot.
Extroverted: If you're extroverted enough to match Wrecker's energy he'd LOVE it. Loves having someone to try new things with, to joke around with, who would never make him feel like he's too much. Would hype you up constantly and loves when you do the same. Lots of competitive games and silly conversations/arguments that just turn affectionate. He'd also be so physically affectionate esp if you can actively give that energy back to him and it would honestly make him feel so loved if you're able to match him in that way. Would constantly be touching you in some way just because he can. I feel like this relationship would feel very bright and alive, full of laughter and chaos, but there'd still be softer moments where Wrecker gets unexpectedly clingy like maybe after tougher missions, burying his face against you and soaking up affection like he needs it to breathe.
Crosshair:
Introverted: Crosshair meshes with you pretty well if you're introverted since he likes if neither of you feel the need to fill silence constantly. A lot of your relationship would happen nonverablly. Small glances, sitting together quietly, subtle touches, just existing in the same space without constant pressure to entertain each other. The downside though is that the two of you could go like...months without properly discussing feelings or personal things because you're both so reserved. Still teases you a lot for being quiet anyway, like dryly asking if you're planning on speaking today or telling you to relax, he doesn't bite (except he prob does tbqh). Secretly though he really appreciates having someone who doesn't force conversation out of him or drag him into social interaction when he's kinda done with people. Intimacy might be a little awkward at first. He's not exactly naturally emotionally open but once trust is there intimacy would become quieter and more meaningful than overtly passionate. But honestly he isn't into sex a lot just from an emotional standpoint because it can make him feel vulnerable so if you're not always up for it he's kinda relieved lol. Likes showing affection through smaller touches anyway, just reaching out and squeezing your hand briefly, or quick forehead kisses, stuff like that.
Extroverted: An extroverted partner would both exhaust and entertain Crosshair. He'd make fun of how much you talk ALL THE TIME, just very frequent deadpan comments like "Do you ever shut up?" or "You've talked enough for the both of us", though there is fondness beneath it. Weirdly, though, he'd kinda feel like the pressure's off him socially because you naturally carry conversations without expecting him to do much. If you drag him into social situations he mostly just kinda stands there quietly lmao. Might occasionally drop a sarcastic comment but otherwise doesn't engage much. The biggest issue is social energy and sometimes you trying to talk a lot when he's not in the mood for it or dragging him into crowded situations will get him really, really irritable. But as long as you understand that his silence and sarcasm isn't rejection and make it clear you're listening when he does talk, he'd settle into the relationship well. Intimacy here would feel more teasing and reactive. Lots of smirking against kisses and muttered sarcastic remarks, pretending to be annoyed by affection while very obviously leaning into it anyway. Also I feel like his bratty side would come out more with an extroverted partner. So. Do with that what you will.
Echo:
Introverted: Honestly would find an introverted partner really calming to be around. He hates feeling isolated and your quiet presence, just having you nearby, means a lot to him. Loves just like having you read beside him or sit with him while he works on things. Wouldn't pressure you into lots of coversation but he would slowly and patiently get to know you better, asking little questions here and there that encourage you to open up a little. Ends up talking a lot himself, telling stories and recounting memories because you make him feel heard in a way most other people don't. Intimacy takes time for Echo too because touch still feels kinda unfamiliar or complicated after Skako. He eases into affection carefully for both your benefit and his, learning what kinds of touches feel reassuring rather than overwhelming. Intimacy would just feel pretty soft and patient, building trust together instead of rushing anything.
Extroverted: An extroverted partner kinda brings out his chaotic side a little. He can match humor, sarcasm, and energy better than some people expect and would frequently just let himself be pulled into spontaneous plans or bend rules he'd normally complain about. Would engage with any rambling by throwing comments back, teasing you, rolling his eyes while secretly enjoying the liveliness you bring into his life. Stern, grumpy Echo still comes out, especially if he's tired or you're being like especially much, and he does still enjoy quieter moments with you. But he does enjoy having someone that really makes him feel less alone and kinda helps him let loose a little. Intimacy would be pretty playful and affectionate. He'd still need some time to get comfortable with touch and kinda reconnect with physical closeness, but you definitely help, all lingering hugs and joking kisses until he finally starts catching himself seeking out affection and intimacy from you without even thinking about it anymore.
Hey! Iām so glad your requests are open, I love you writing!!
Could I please have Fives or Cody Drabble? Maybe a slice of life one? With either gn or fem reader please!
A Borrowed Jacket
Cody x gn reader
description: just cute post date night fluff
notes: I don't think I've finished a Cody drabble before + I'm working on a different Fives one so I chose Cody for this. And I just wanted to write something soft and fluffy so here you go
Your apartment was warm compared to the evening chill outside, the door sliding shut behind the two of you with a soft hiss that muted the distant sounds of Coruscant traffic. Dinner had gone longer than planned, though neither of you had minded.
Cody had spent most of it across from you in one of the few civilian shirts he could tolerate wearing, listening to you talk with a quiet attentiveness that always made you feel like the center of the universe. Even without his armor there was still something very him about the straight line of his posture and steadiness of his movements. Still, you'd noticed the occasional adjustment at his collar or sleeves, the unconscious discomfort of someone too accustomed to the weight of armor to fully settle into softer clothes.
The walk back had been cold enough that he'd frowned and draped his jacket over your shoulders, and you were still wearing it now. You paused near the door to kick off your shoes, nudging them absently against the wall before straightening again. Suddenly realizing how quiet it was, you glanced at Codyā¦who was silently watching you. His expression was that softer one he only ever really had when he was around you, and his gaze had gone distant for a moment like he'd gotten caught somewhere inside his own thoughts.
"What?" you asked, smiling a little.
He stayed quiet for a moment, taking the couple steps over to you. His hands settled lightly on your arms, fingers skimming upward over the sleeves of his jacket, slow and almost absent-minded.
"My jacket looks good on you," he said quietly, his eyes flicking down over you briefly before returning to your face.
You flushed faintly. "Yeah?"
"Yeah." His thumbs brushed over your arms before he pulled you gently closer, one arm sliding around your waist and his other hand coming up to cradle the back of your head. Cody always held you like your arms were the one place he could finally let himself relax. You slid your arms around him automatically, and he lowered his head until his nose brushed lightly against your temple, lingering there for a second before he pressed a soft kiss to your hairline.
"Tired?" you murmured.
"A little." His voice had dropped a little lower with exhaustion, rough around the edges in a way that always made your stomach flip a little. He was quieter when he got tired too, less restrained about affection.
You tipped your head enough to kiss him softly. You meant it to be quick, but Cody had never learnt how to stop at just one kiss with you. His hand tightened slightly at your waist, chasing your lips when you pulled back to kiss you again, slower, his mouth lingering against yours until you could feel the faint smile pulling at his lips. Another kiss followed immediately after, then another against the corner of your mouth, your cheek, your jaw.
You laughed quietly when he nuzzled into the side of your face afterward, all affection and sleepy clinginess. "You're very affectionate tonight."
"Hm," he acknowledged. One of his hands slid beneath the jacket still hanging around your shoulders, fingertips brushing lightly against your side over your clothes. "You should keep the jacket. If you want."
You smiled faintly, tightening your arms around him a little. "You trying to pawn your clothes off on me?" you teased quietly. "You really hate civvies that much, huh?"
He chuckled quietly, low against your skin. "They feel wrong. Look better on you, anyway."
You huffed faintly, pulling back just enough to look at him. "You're charming when you're tired," you informed him, fondly tracing the edge of his smile with your thumb.
"Hm. That's unfortunate for you."
You snorted softly at that, the sound fading quickly as he tipped his head down to kiss you again. It was slow again, just sleepy, affectionate kisses that lingered like he was in absolutely no hurry to do anything else. His thumb brushed lazily along your side beneath the jacket while your fingers slid up into the short hair at the nape of his neck.
Cody leaned into you heavily now, tiredness finally catching up to him after the long evening. He rested his forehead against yours for a moment, eyes half-lidded. "C'mon," he murmured softly after a second, brushing one last kiss against the corner of your mouth. "Bed."
You smiled at the sleepiness in his voice. "Yeah, alright," you murmured, unable to resist brushing your lips softly against his one more time before letting him guide you to the bedroom, his hand still warm at your waist. By the time you reached the bed, his eyes were already drifting shut between kisses. You smiled quietly to yourself as he pulled you close again the second you stopped moving, burying his face against your neck with a tired little exhale.
Yeah, definitely affectionate tonight. Not that you were complaining. And you were definitely keeping the jacket.
HELOOO i hope you're having a good day/night!! I really love your writing so I have to ask something now that the requests are open again hehe
Crosshair girlie heree š I would like a smut one shot (long as you want it to be) where crosshair and femreader have been in a relationship for a while wich they agreed to keep "secret" since crosshair didn't want unwanted attention or people minding their business. But suddenly a man is showing interest in femreader and keeps approaching her and wanting to make a move and crosshair gets jealous as fuck š (wich is funny because he didn't think of himself as a jealous person) and they fuck over it š
Make It Up To Me
Crosshair x fem reader
description: Smut. Crosshair gets jealous when someone flirts with you, and has you make him feel better.
warnings: NSFW 18+
notes: damn so many jealousy related requests this time round lol
Keeping your relationship a secret had been Crosshair's idea, but the rules were starting to feel like some kind of trap. He just didn't want anyone nosing into his business or giving either of you unwanted attention. But tonight, leaning against the wall near the window in your apartment in his blacks, his silent irritation was obvious. He'd seen that other trooper, the one who kept just so happening to run into you whenever you came to see him, leaning in just a little too close earlier, laughing at something you said, trying to slide a hand toward your waist before you had politely stepped back.
Crosshair didn't think of himself as a jealous person. He'd never admit to that kind of insecurity. But seeing someone else so blatantly trying to make a move on you had made a heavy and uncomfortable feeling settle deep in his chest.
"Something on your mind?" Your voice broke him out of his thoughts as you walked over to him. You knew why he was brooding; at the same time, you weren't quite sure how to address it.
Crosshair didn't answer right away. He just watched you for a moment, his toothpick shifting from one side of his mouth to the other before he flicked it away. He didn't look angry at you, but almost moreā¦conflicted? Like he wasn't quite sure how he was supposed to crush that stupid little twinge of persistant jealousy.
He moved away from the window, closing the distance between you before you could really register the shift in his mood. Without a word, his hands came up to your jaw to tilt your face up, and he leaned down to press his lips against yours. It wasn't his usual slow, deliberate sort of kiss, but bruising and almost filthy, his mouth sliding over yours with a desperate, heavy hunger. You made a surprised noise against his mouth, but your arms came up to wind around his neck anyway, kissing him back. His tongue slipped into your mouth, sliding against yours demandingly as if he was trying to erase the memory of anyone else even looking at you. He tasted like caf and smoke, and he was breathing heavily through his nose, his thumbs digging into the soft flesh of your cheeks to keep you totally still for him.
When he finally pulled back a little, his pupils were dilated and his lips were slick and shiny with your spit. "You're too polite," he rasped accusingly, his voice lower and rougher than usual. "Giving him the time of day. Letting him stand in your space."
"Crossā¦I had to," you breathed out, your chest heaving as you tried to catch your breath. "I can't cause a scene, and I can't exactly bring you up. We agreed--"
"I know what we agreed," he cut you off, his tone a little sharp, though his hands softened a little against your skin. He slid them down your neck, his long fingers trailing down over your collarbone before hooking into your waistband. "But I didn't like watching it. Not one bit."
He gripped your hips and walked you backwards to your bed. Your knees hit the edge and you tumbled onto the sheets, Crosshair following you down and bracing himself over you. Then he dropped his head and captured your lips again in another wet, open-mouthed kiss. He sucked on your bottom lip until you whimpered, kissing you like he was starving. Like he needed it just to quiet the noise in his head.
When he broke away to look at you, his eyes were a little wide and uncharacteristically vulnerable. "Did you like it?" he mumbled, his voice tight, rough, and maybe just the slightest bit desperate. "Having him look at you like that? Flirting with you?"
"Crosshair, no," you gasped, your hands coming up to cup his face. "Of course not. I only want you. You know that."
"He was close enough to touch you," he muttered, his jaw tightening as he leaned down to nip gently at your jawline. Then he dragged his mouth back to yours for another deep, bruising kiss. "Tell me you didn't let him touch you."
"He didn't touch me," you promised. You knew that loyalty meant everything to him; the secrecy was his idea, yes, but it was clearly torturing him tonight. "I stepped away, remember? I came straight back to you. I love you, Crosshair."
He let out a ragged, shaky sigh against your lips, kissing you one more time. "Good," he rasped as he sat back on his knees, his hands impatiently gripping the hem of your shirt and pulling it over your head, tossing it aside. Then his hands hooked into your waistband and dragged your bottoms off, tossing them to the floor. He parted your legs wide and settled between them.
"You've been too soft with people," he muttered, almost too himself, his fingers brushing against your wet folds as if testing how ready were for him. He let out a low, smug grunt. "Let's remind you what a real touch feels like."
Then he leaned down and buried his face between your thighs. He tried to be patient at first, tracing your entrance with the tip of his tongue in a teasing, slow stroke. But the moment you let out a low whine and tilted your hips up to seek more of him, he decided to abandon the teasing and pressed his face harder into your heat. The strokes of his tongue became broader and harder, smearing your own slick all over your sensitive skin. He lapped at you over and over as he drank you in, letting out low groans against your skin. Then he sucked your swollen clit between his lips, pulling and drawing on it hard enough that your hips bucked up and squirmed.
"Crosshair--fuck, please!" you sobbed out, trembling from the stimulation. His hands gripped your thighs tight, pushing your hips back down.
"Stay still," he mumbled against your wet skin, voice thick. "Take it." Then he slid two long, slender fingers deep inside you, pumping them steadily as he sucked on your clit. The combination was too much. Your vision went fuzzy and you came, arching off the bed with a cry as he held his mouth against you, letting you ride out the high against his face.
When your shaking stopped, he sat up, licking his lips to save the taste as his eyes roamed over your body. The front of his blacks were soaked from how much he'd leaked just from making you cum. He stripped down enough to free his thick, fully erect length free and then grabbed your waist, lying down on the bed and pulling you onto his lap.
"Your turn," he muttered hoarsely, his hands guiding your hips over his cock. "Make it up to me."
You eagerly obliged, still trembling faintly from your climax as you sank down onto him, a gasp escaping you as he filled you. Crosshair let out a harsh, breathless grunt, his hands digging into your hips to control the pace. You started to move, lifting your hips and sliding down him in a slow rhythm. Every time you tried to find a faster, easy pace, his hands would lock your hips down, forcing you to take him all the way, holding you still until you whined for it.
"Look at me," he rasped, his voice a thick, unsteady whisper. He forced your hips down hard, bottoming out inside you again with wet, heavy smack. "Tell me you--ah--justā¦say it again."
"I love you," you managed to pant out, recognizing the desperation under his words. You leaned down and wrpped your arms tight around his neck, burying your face in the crook of his shoulder and pressing a kiss to his skin. "Not going anywhere. I only want you. I promise."
He exhaled a ragged breath, tightening his grip on your hips as he kept moving you up and down his cock. Then he tilted his head to nudge yours up, catching your lips in another messy kiss. You were struggling to keep up the pace now, your legs getting tired, still weak from your orgasm, and trying to focus on both the sensation and kissing him. He instead held your hips still and started thrusting up into you hard, panting into your mouth.
You hit your peak first, your pussy clenching around him so hard that Crosshair let out a harsh moan against your mouth. He thrust up harder, burying himself as deep as he could go, his body going rigid as he came inside you, filling you completely while his mouth stayed on yours drinking in your breathless, shaking moans.
His body went slack under yours, his arms winding around your waist to keep you securely against his chest. "Don't move," he mumbled, turning his face into your neck.
"I won't," you murmured back breathlessly, lifting your head just enough to press your lips to his in one more kiss. It wasn't frantic or desperate anymore, just slow and deeply affectionate, his tongue lazily tracing your bottom lip to taste you one more time before he pulled back and cradled the back of your head to hold you against him, letting his eyes flutter shut.
Can I request a jealous Fox hcs/fic (your choice^^)? Pretty sure this man would try and find any dirt on anyone who tries to flirt with his SO lmaoo š
Thank you in advance! Love your blog ā¤ļø
Jealous!Fox x gn reader headcanons
warnings: none
notes: I'm pretty good thanks for asking :) and you're absolutely correct, god forbid anyone flirts with his S/O bc they're going on an unofficial watchlist
Tbh Fox gets jealous wayyy too easily like it's borderline embarrassing for him. Like someone will smile at you a couple too many times and it'll put him in a bad mood
Will adamantly deny ever being jealous if confronted, will insist he's not jealous even if he's spent the last twenty minutes glaring at someone for like touching your shoulder while talking to you or something
Doesn't even bother trying to be subtle when scaring people off. He'll practically materialize out of nowhere to appear beside you with an arm around your waist and a scowl on his face the second he decides someone's getting too friendly with you
He really does genuinely believe a lot of it is just him being protective and to be fair some of it actually is. He's pretty much wired to anticipate threats all the time and he really is just constantly worried about your safety and doesn't want anyone ever making you feel uncomfortable or unsafe or anything. But it also absolutely mixes with jealousy and insecurity in ways he doesn't always recognize
He wants updates all the time about where you are, who you're with, when you're getting home. This is one of those things that is largely about safety: he worries about you so much and wants to know where you are and that there are people with you when you're out. But there is still just that little bit of nagging jealousy beneath it, especially if you're gone a really long time or if it's late
If you disappear longer than expected without warning him he kinda spirals. Starts contacting people who might know where you are, checks places you usually go, and gets increasingly snappish and frantic the longer he can't find you. The second you walk back in safe he's both relieved and furious
Kinda keeps tabs mentally on people you spend a lot of time around. Not in a "tracking your every move" way but definitely in a "I know that senator's aide keeps flirting with you and I both fucking hate him and have compiled a list of fourteen possible things to charge him with" way
If someone openly flirts with you in front of him he gets so mean and will fully like. threaten to arrest them. Especially if they're someone you interact with frequently or semi frequently, he's now got an eye on them all the time and will absolutely dig up dirt on them to hold over their head
He really does eventually start actively trying to work on the jealousy, but it's hard for him. He's essentially fighting years of stress conditioning and catastrophic thinking. But he tries because you matter more to him than anything else and he doesn't want to put you off with his jealousy/sometimes controlling behavior. Plus, you know, being jealous really doesn't feel good for him either. So he really does try to work on it
Has to force himself not to immediately interrogate you the second you mention plans with other people and you can literally SEE the restraint. "Who the hell is--" stops himself. deep breath. "ā¦have fun." Waits up for you every time you're out late though even if he's tired as fuck and needs to sleep
Reassurance helps him A LOT. He's kinda not great at asking directly for it and instead just kinda makes leading statements/questions like "ā¦you've been spending a lot of time with them latelyā¦" when he just wants you tell him that you still always want him most
Wants physical reassurance a lot too. If he's feeling particularly jealous/insecure he gets extra cilngy when you're alone together, constantly touching you, pulling you close, kissing you more often. It also really soothes him when you reassure him/touch him unprompted
Does eventually learn to communicate it better instead of turning it into control or anger though the jealousy never fully goes away. He just gets better at recognizing when the feeling is irrational and calming himself down before he does anything excessive
I personally donāt see hunter as a jealous man but I am a little so yeah this is super self indulgent, a situation where somebody else flirts with him and he barely notices it or doesnāt think itās anything that he should acknowledge but damnnn itās the girl mad, I would like that after all that the reader itās super frustrated and decides to take control of the situation and here it gets horny yay, nothing too specific just her being the one in control (can she dirty talk to him please??? itās a need)
description: Smut. Someone flirts with Hunter and you get jealous.
warnings: NSFW 18+
notes: I'm trying to get better at writing smut because I feel like I kinda suck at it. But I liked writing this, Iām not usually a Hunter guy but sub!Hunter is just chefs kiss
ALSO, for those of you in my tag list: Just a note that if I cannot find your age in your bio/pinned post, then you will not be tagged in my NSFW posts. So if you were not tagged on this post, it's because I didn't see your age on your profile. It's just to be safe!
The most recent mission had been particularly grueling, and everyone had been glad to get back to Ord Mantell and take a minute to relax in the cantina. You sat in one of the corner booths, sipping a lukewarm drink, your eyes narrowed to slits.
Hunter was standing by the barā¦and he wasn't alone. Some woman was leaning entirely too far into his personal space, running a finger down the edge of his armored shoulder plate. She was practically throwing herself at him, laughing at something he said with a high giggle that made your teeth grind. And Hunter appeared completely, bafflingly oblivious.
He just stood there, arms crossed, nodding politely. He was tired from the mission and his awareness not quite as sharp as it would normally be, you knew that, but how was he not noticing? The irritation felt like it was burning you. By the time Hunter was finally walking back over to your booth, you were already up and walking past him, out the door and towards the Marauder.
"We're leaving," you muttered, not waiting for him.
Hunter blinked in surprise, following you out. "What's the rush?" he asked with genuine confusion as he caught up to you, following you up the Marauder's ramp. The rest of the squad was still at Cid's, leaving the ship entirely empty.
You whirled around. "What's the rush?" you repeated, stepping into his space. "She was practically throwing herself at you."
Hunter blinked, his dark eyes a little wide with bewilderment. "Who? The woman at the bar? She was just being friendly--"
"Oh, don't," you snapped, cutting him off, the irritation that had been simmering for the last half hours finally boiling over. You didn't want practical explanations, and you didn't care that he was tired. All you cared about was the lingering phantom touch of someone else's fingers on that plastoid armor.
You reached out, gripping the edge of his chestplate and dragging him forward so you could crush your mouth against his in a sudden, bruising kiss. Hunter let out a low, surprised grunt against your lips, his hands coming up to grip your waist, but you pulled back before he could really anchor himself.
"Armor off," you commanded, even though you were a little breathless from the kiss.
Hunter swallowed hard, his throat bobbing. "I--but--wait, if you're upset--"
"I said armor off, Hunter," you whispered, pressing your chest flush against his chestplate. You didn't actually wait for his compliance; you started working on the clasps of his armor, letting the plastoid clatter to the floor. With every piece that fell, Hunter's breathing grew a little heavier, his fingers flexing like he was desperate to touch you but wasn't sure if he could.
Once he was down to his blacks, you gripped him by the front of the fabric and forced him backward, pushing him down onto the pilot's seat. He hit the seat with a faint grunt, his legs spreading for you to step right between his thighs.
"You like the attention, Hunter?" you asked, leaning down so your lips brushed his ear. "Is that it?"
"No," Hunter rasped, reaching up to grip your hips. "No, baby, I didn't--I didn't care about her. I didn't even notice."
You pushed his hands away from your hips. "I didn't say you could touch me. Keep your hands on the armrests, Hunter. You touch me without permission and I walk right out of this cockpit and leave you aching."
Hunter's jaw tightened, a low, frustrated growl vibrating deep in his chest, but he obeyed. His knuckles turned white as he clamped his hands down onto the armests, his dark eyes locked onto yours, burning with both desperate hunger and sheer disbelief. "Sweetheartā¦"
"Be quiet," you whispered, tracing the dark lines of his tattoo with your fingertip. Your other hand slipped into his hair, pulling back just enough to force him to keep his head tilted up towards you. "Look at you. Everyone thinks you're so disciplined, don't they. She probably did, huh? Took one look at the big, strong soldier and though she had him figured out."
You leaned down, your lips brushing the sensitive skin right beneath his ear, making him shudder. "But you're not disciplined for me, are you? You fall apart so fast for me. And only me, right?ā
"Yes," he managed to choke out, his chest heaving under the tight black fabric. āOnly you. You know that.ā
You hummed and dragged your hand down his neck, pressing your thumb into his pulse point to feel how his heart was hammering. "You're so sensitive, Hunter. It's your senses, isn't it? Makes every touch so intense."
You ran your fingernails lightly down the side of his throat to prove your point. Hunter gasped, tilting his head back against the headrest.
"You like how that feels?" you murmured. You slid your hands down over his broad shoulders, smoothing your palms over the material of his blacks. You hummed as you felt how hot his skin was beneath the fabric. "You're burning up for me. Just from this. You get so pathetic for me, don't you?"
"Kriff. Please don't do this to me," he panted, his chest rising and falling in desperate gulps of air. "Just let me have you. Please."
You grinned. "We haven't even gotten to the good part yet, and you're already begging," you teased, tracing the lines of his chest with your fingertips. You placed your palms flat on his chest and squeezed his pecs, feeling them twitch under your touch. "I think I deserve to make you sit here and writhe a little though, don't I?"
You dragged your hands down to his flat, ridged abdomen, tracing the deep grooves of his abs before sliding back up. Hunter shifted uncomfortably in the seat, desperate for your touch to migrate lower, but your hands went back up to his ribs. "You want me to touch it, don't you?" you whispered, your lips brushing his jawline. "You want my hands on your cock so badly. You're losing your mind."
"I am," he growled out, a rough edge to his voice. "Yeah, I'm losing my mind. Touch me. Properly. Please."
"Good. Keep begging," you murmured, a little drunk on the power you had over him. You dragged your palms slowly down his stomach again, making him wait, until finally, your hand traveled further down to cup the heavy, rigid length straining against the black fabric of his pants. He was already rock-hard, a thick, pulsing outline that had leaked a dark patch of moisture through the material. You squeezed him, just once, and Hunter's whole body shuddered.
"Look at you," you murmured. "So hard for me already, just from a little talking and a couple touches. Did she make you twitch like this, Hunter? Was it her stupid little giggles that made your cock leak through your uniform? Or is it me?ā
"Stop that," he begged, though his hips gave an involuntary twitch up against your palm, desperate for more friction. "Please. You know it's only you. It's only ever been you, mesh'la."
"I know," you said, leaning down to nip at his jaw. "But I think we both need to be reminded of it anyway." You finally started to peel his blacks off, slowly dragging them down to expose the bronze skin of his chest. "Tell me who you belong to, Hunter."
"You," he choked out, voice breaking a little. "I'm yours. Kriff, baby, pleaseā¦I'm yours. You know that. Let me have you."
You exhaled, smiling faintly, and finally finished pulling the fabric away to release his thick, aching cock into the cool air of the cockpit. You discarded your own underwear next, tossing it onto his discarded armor on the floor, and finally straddled him, aligning your soaked entrance with the head of his cock to let him feel just how ready you were for him. Hunter almost whimpered, almost, his hands gripping the armrests so tight it looked painful.
Then, finally, you sank down on him in a slow movement. Hunter's eyes rolled back into his head, moaning as his aching cock finally slid into you. "Ah--maker--" he panted, his hips giving an involuntary hitch upward, trying to bury himself even deeper inside you.
"No," you panted, reaching up to tangle your hand in his hair and yank hard. Hunter gasped, his eyes flying open as you forced him to look at you. "Did I tell you you could fuck me, Hunter?" you whispered, voice breathy with pleasure.
Hunter managed to shake his head faintly, trembling with restraint. "No--ngh, no, you didn't."
"That's right." You began to roll your hips in a slow circle. "You just sit there, look at me, and take what I give you. Every single squeeze is reminding you who owns this cock."
You kept rolling your hips slowly, grinding down on him almost torturously as he panted and trembled. It was taking everything in him to not thrust up into you.
"Kriff, youāre too tight," Hunter whined, his chest heaving. "You'reā¦you're milking me, baby, pleaseā¦"
You gave his hair another yank to keep his head tilted back, speeding up your rhythm until you were bouncing mercilessly on his cock. "Yeah? Tell me how it feels."
"It's perfect," he groaned. He was still shaking hard, completely overwhelmed by the hypersensitivity of his enhanced senses. "You feel perfectā¦soā¦so--kriff, I can't hold it, I'm gonna--"
"Cum for me," you finished for him, leaning down to whisper it right against his wet lips, though you didn't quite kiss him. "Fill me up. Let me feel how much you want me."
You deliberately clenched around him, your walls clamping down on his shaft while your pace turned brutal, your own climax rapidly building. Hunter choked on a moan and his hips bucked upward violently, finally ignoring your previous command as his control snapped entirely. He fucked up into you desperately and came hard, his thick length twitching deep inside you as he pumped his release into you. His eyes went wide and glassy, staring up at you with a dazed expression as his chest heaved.
You let out a breathless cry of your own, your pussy pulsing around his cock as your own orgasm tore through you. But as your breathing slowly began to even out, you didn't stop. You felt the warm, thick liquid starting to drip between your thighs, and moved your hips in a slow circle again. Hunter was resting his head heavily against the headrest, his breathing coming in shallow, exhausted pants. He looked like he thought it was over.
"Oh, no," you whispered, your fingers tightening in his hair again. "I didn't say we were done."
