smut, fluff if you squint, pwp, degradation, big dick hunter (duh)
a/n: yes goddd i need this rn he is looking TOO good lately … enjoy ml <3
you were sat on his lap, watching a movie with him. he began to kiss the nape of your neck, noticing how you winced each time. you finally gave in and faced him, leading to a makeout session. the movie was long forgotten at this point. his hands wrapped firmly around your waist as he tangled his tongue with yours. you moaned into his mouth a few times as you instinctively ground down on his crotch. he pulled away for a second to look at you.
‘feeling alright?’ he quirked a brow at you. ‘im okay it’s just… i think im horny.’ you blurted. he laughed at your words. ‘we don’t have to do anything you aren’t comfortable with, darling.’ he reassured. you two had never gone all the way, and he knew you were scared to lose your virginity. ‘can i just keep kissing you like this for now?’ you asked and he nodded. you connected your lips in another passionate kiss, causing him to moan this time. you felt your clit get more and more sensitive as you moved on top of him. he whined into your mouth before pulling away, ‘either i fuck you right here right now or i go deal with this myself.’ he gestured towards the growing tent in his pants.
you gawked at the sheer size of the tent. ‘hunter, you’re huge.’ he smirked at your words. ‘i know darling, that’s why im gonna prep you first. lay down for me.’ he commanded. you hopped off his lap and sat on the couch, opening your legs for him. ‘relax baby, nothing to be nervous about. i got you.’ he said as he reached to strip you of your lower clothes. you helped him remove your panties before he settled between your legs. he licked his lips before saying ‘so wet for me already… can i please taste you?’ you nodded, letting him dive in.
he began with small licks to your clit, seeing how you would react. ‘still okay, angel?’ he asked. you whined and nodded, needing more. he began sucking on your clit harshly, getting lost in your taste. not long after, he added a few fingers to the mix. his fingers circled your clit as he spoke, ‘can’t believe nobody has seen you like this… you’re so gorgeous right now.’ he left a few kisses on your thigh as he inserted a finger into you. you yelped at the feeling, unfamiliar with it. he slowly moved it in and out of you while watching your expressions. you chewed on your lip while he added another, scissoring the two inside of you. ‘let me hear those beautiful noises.’ he whispered. the squelching of your core mixed with your moans was driving him wild, he had to get inside of you soon. ‘just a bit longer.’ he spoke, continuing his movements at your core. you clenched around him, whining uncontrollably. ‘gonna cum on my fingers, you slut?’ he teased, noticing you clench at the words. you moaned loudly as your orgasm washed over you, not expecting the word to effect you that much.
he pushed you down onto the couch, removing his clothes before climbing on top of you. he slipped a condom from his pocket and slid it on. ‘need to have you… now please.’ he begged. his tip was leaking into the condom, red and swollen from all the teasing. he teased your clit a few times with his tip before stretching you out fully. as he slid in, you moaned in unison. ‘s too big.. m so full hunter..’ you cried. he stroked your cheek a few times before saying, ‘just let me know when you want me to move.’ his hand went down to your aching bud to increase your pleasure. you clenched impossibly harder around him, causing him to release a small whine from his throat. ‘please move… need to feel more please hunter..’ you begged. he immediately began moving at your first words, unable to hold back any longer.
he loved hearing the way you whined and pleaded for him. knowing he is the only one who has seen you like this makes him a madman. his hand found yours and held it firmly. ‘so fuckin tight… not gonna last long.’ he winced, trying to cover up his moans. he chewed his lip as he stared down at you, watching as you took every inch of his cock. ‘can’t believe this tight hole… shit- fits me inside of her.. how greedy.’ he knew you liked the degradation of it all, noticing you clench at his harsh words. his dominant self is very different from his loving day to day self and you wish you saw this side of him earlier. ‘hunter… feels so good… please don’t stop!’ you begged between breaths. he laughed before saying, ‘oh i am far from done with you.’ his hips gained more speed and a harder pound to your core. his lips found your neck as he bit down a few times. ‘mine. all mine.’ he whispered in your ear. his free hand began to circle your clit again as he groaned above you.
‘hunter.. feels like..’ he cut you off ‘cum for me, pretty.’ his hand held yours tighter as he brought you to your second orgasm. it felt heavy, leaving you dazed. his hips slowed down as he groaned above you, releasing into the condom. his lips connected with yours as his hips stilled. the kiss was slow and delicate, mixing your saliva together. he bit your lip as he pulled away, pulling his length out of you. he settled back between your legs and started licking up your juices. you bucked your hips relentlessly into his face as he cleaned you out. ‘tastes so fuckin good.’ he swore. he licked his lips again before kissing you again. ‘feel okay, darling?’ he asked, caressing your cheek. you smiled up at him as he hooked you into his arms and carried you to bed.
From the day Hunter’s family walked into your living room, you knew what was supposed to happen. It was evident and very frankly the headlines of the newspaper the next day. It was published as a ‘secret romance’ to the public, but everyone, even the other people, were aware it wasn’t.
The truth was Hunter’s family company was down under some debts and they had approached your grandfather who then proposed this solution: marry the heir. Hunter had no choice and frankly, you didn’t care because it would be another thing off your checklist.
So it happened and it has even been three months. It was late, probably twenty-seven minutes past one at night, when you are working on something quietly on the couch. The second can of beer is a little empty and you can feel you are tipsy but well aware of your surroundings.
Hunter sits opposite to you, looking out at the city skyline with a glass of wine in his hand. It is weird, two different worlds, two different dreams and different works and yet you are still sharing the same couch.
A thought crosses your mind, a simple question- why was he here when the house was so much bigger and he could sit anywhere? But you realise some questions are better left unsaid. Besides, he has been doing this for the past month- sitting beside you at night when you do your work, quietly, watching the same city lights every day.
That is what you should have thought before you blurted, “Why are you sitting here?” Hunter looks up and for a moment, your eyes lock and something passes down your spine.
You wish you could explain that as shivers!
“The view’s nice,” he replies simply and that probably should have been your cue to stop and get done with your work. Don't ask him why he can’t just see it from his room. You blurt it out anyway. Hunter doesn’t look up at once as he casually lines his index finger along the tip of the glass.
For a moment, you think he didn’t hear it but he speaks up, saying, “It’s the other side of the city.” You raise your head at the sentence and meet his eyes that were already looking at you. A small spark of tension sparks in the air as you hold the contact for mere seconds before going back to your work.
He never breaks eye contact until you do!
You don’t know what to do, your mind is a mush, partly because of alcohol, but mostly because of the way he is looking at you right now. You don’t know why he does this, just sit quietly, you never asked him to, but he still does. You two are not strangers, but you are not friends either; you are something unnamed, sacred, that only the two of you could understand.
You are unmindfully tapping on your keyboard when you hear him shuffling, presumably to get up and go to bed. You try very hard to not look up because you are sure you have a tinge of disappointment on your face, which is very visible. But your disappointment turns into surprise when you feel his body shift closer to yours.
For a moment, you think he will call your bluff- you had nothing important open at all and you were just randomly assorting things. You used to have important work at the beginning of this small routine, and had important details and projects sorted out. Hunter would quietly sit beside you, without any questions, however late it was. He would set your cans beside you and sit with a bottle himself. You never questioned it.
Slowly, you started to love this routine and looked forward to it. So you sat, quietly clicking away on your laptop, even if you didn’t have any actual work. You figured he never had to know and you could just fake it till you make it. Well, that until today happened.
“If you are done, we should go to sleep,” his smooth, deep voice interrupts your thoughts as you look up and look at him. You flinch very lightly at the distance. It doesn’t go unnoticed that even he is shocked by the distance and your breath hitches for just a second.
It might be the alcohol talking but you find yourself saying, “Can we just sit here, though, without any work?”
“If you want to, of course,” Hunter replies without missing a beat, his breath fanning lightly on your lips as your chest rises up and down from the proximity, or its lack thereof, between you two.
You should ask him why he sits, how the staff know to refill a product you use and you haven’t told them about yet, and how your favourite café order magically appears on your desk when you are having a bad day. But you keep quiet again while you stare at him, not moving an inch from your previous position.
This time, it is definitely the alcohol working as you lean in without a thought, diving straight for his lips, eyes closing and hoping he meets you halfway. A disappointed grunt leaves your throat when Hunter fingers dig into your shoulders, holding you just with enough firmness.
“Slow down, love”, he breathes out and you open your eyes as you watch him fight the minimal restraints his brain is holding for him right now. “You are tipsy, we should go to bed,” he continues, voice betraying his own thoughts.
A small chuckle leaves your lips as you shrug, saying, “You are tipsy too, doesn’t that cancel it out?” You tilt your head, looking at him, trying your best to break his restraint.
A laugh escapes his lips as he licks them slowly and replies, “It doesn’t, love, and you know that.”
“Look, I don’t care, I know very well you are not crossing any lines, you are my husband for god’s sake and I’m asking for a kiss,” you breathe in and continue, a little sadder than before, “Unless you have someone else you would kiss.”
Hunter’s heart beats abnormally fast at the word ‘husband’ leaving your lips but your next words take a hit on him as he quickly replies, “Trust me, there is no one I would kiss other than you.”
“Then I don’t care,” you breathe out and press your lips to his with a rush as if there was something to hurry you up. But he takes his time, lazily slotting his lips between yours as he kisses your back. He grabs your neck as you run your fingers through his hair, loving the light taste of him and the alcohol on his lips.
One kiss turns into two and then into more, as he slowly pulls you into his lap as his arms wrap around your waist, pulling you impossibly closer to himself. The kisses are messy and loose, nose brushing roughly but lips attached with a need which was long harvested within you two.
When you finally part he breathes out, “Would you kiss me like this, if we were sober?”
You lick your lips and smile, saying, “Stay till the morning, and find out.”
ARCHV ⠀✦ ⠀ i just wanted drunk kisses atp cus what am i even trying to achieve here, i tried jealousy i swear idk what is this 😭
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Summary: Following the events on Mount Tantiss, Hunter and the rest of the Bad Batch are finally able to relax and enjoy the time they have, you and Hunter decide that means planning next steps together.
Warnings: All fluff, slight anxiety mentions, obviously pregnancy mentions as that was the request, maybe slight S3 Finale spoilers?
Word Count: 1.3k
Notes: Thank you so much for sending a request, anon!! I really hope you enjoy it!! As a reminder, my requests are going to be open for a bit so send me some if you'd like! :)
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Ever since they had landed on Pabu for the last time, they had all finally begun to relax, to plant roots, to get to know the villagers. Even Crosshair had seemed more open to socializing with the locals, to learning their trades.
Hunter had always had trepidations about getting too comfortable.
Back when you had first met, a few years ago now, he expressed that he wanted to get adjusted, to finally sit down and relax but he always felt as if he was looking over his shoulder.
When the island had been attacked by the Empire, you understood what he meant. But everyone was still determined to keep each other, and their mercenary friends, safe.
Part of you feared that when they left to go get Omega back that it was the last time you would ever see them, whether that meant that they wouldn't put Pabu in danger and kept themselves away, or worse. You didn't want that, not only because you liked having them around, liked hearing their stories, sharing meals, but because you knew that you had developed feelings for Hunter in the short time you knew each other.
You couldn't recall a time where you were more worried for someone's safety than you were after they had left Pabu to find Omega.
You wanted to protect him, to make him feel safe on the island, but you also knew that with everything they had experienced, that was easier said than done.
It only became more difficult once you began to fear you'd lose him for good.
So when they finally returned, you decided to throw caution to the wind. You didn't want anymore missed opportunities, he had to know how you felt about him.
You waited for them to leave the Imperial shuttle, and as soon as he emerged on the gangplank, you ran to him, wrapping your arms around him and crashing your lips into his.
He was rightfully surprised, but after the initial shock wore off, you felt his arms on your back, pulling you into him and feeling like they were going to crush you. He kissed back with desperation and relief washing over him.
When you finally broke apart, you held his face in your hands while his hands stayed firmly on your waist. You felt your eyes water, and you saw the same in him.
"I'm home." He finally said. "And I'm never leaving you again."
It had been years since then, and true to his word, he never left you. He eventually moved his belongings into your house, and the two of you settled into the next stages of your domestic life together. You got to watch as your lives seemed to fall into place. The island changed around you, improvements, infrastructure, villagers’ families growing. Hunter began growing out his beard, no longer concerned about hating the feeling of facial hair against the helmet that he rarely ever put on.
Things became simple, time slowed, your lives could finally begin.
You still remembered the conversation you had one afternoon, sitting on the front porch with him, watching Omega play with Lyana, Batcher, and the other three clone children.
"Do you want one of our own?" He had asked, looking at you earnestly.
You raised an eyebrow, "Want one what?"
"A kid."
You smiled at him and glanced over to the kids playing.
"We have Omega," you reminded him and he chuckled.
"I know, and she'll always be our kid, but she's growing up. Won't be long until she starts living her own life." He looked down at his lap and you reached over to hold his hand, you knew how much the thought of Omega leaving upset him.
"I don't think she'd mind having a little brother or sister." He said when he looked back at you.
"No, I don't either." You drew him close and kissed him on his lips, showing him your agreement to his idea.
— — —
"Hunter? Are you home?" You called out from the entryway to your house. You were met with silence and shrugged.
Must have gone out.
You had gone to the doctor that morning on Hunter's insistence. He had been hovering around you for a few weeks, as if he had been waiting for a shoe to drop. He didn't know what it was about you that was different, something in your scent, or a change in your pulse, something that he could sense but couldn't pinpoint the source.
You knew better than to argue with his keen senses, but you couldn't help but get a little annoyed with his overprotection.
The doctor had confirmed that you were pregnant, only a few weeks along, and you nearly cried at the news. You couldn't wait to tell Hunter, even if you knew he'd tell you he knew you should have gone to the doctor earlier.
You decided to wait for him at home. You put on some tea and grabbed your datapad before sitting on the couch.
He finally walked through the door with some produce from the market, smiling at you when he saw you. He walked past you, but not before kissing the top of your head, and left the groceries in the kitchen.
"I went to the doctor's this morning." You did your best to keep your tone level, ambiguous.
It worked, seeing as how his cheerful demeanor had vanished completely when he poked his head out.
"...And?"
You stood up and looked at him. "Hunter, I–" your voice wavered, partially due to excitement, but partially due to nerves.
"I'm pregnant."
His eyes widened as he looked into yours, then down to your stomach, then back up to your face. "You– What?"
Tears started forming in the corners of your eyes. "We're going to have a baby!"
He crossed the room before you could even register that he had moved. His arms circled your waist and you felt yourself being lifted off the ground and spun.
When he placed you back down, he pulled you to him and kissed you. Tears began rolling down your face as you laughed into the kiss.
He looked at you and swept his thumbs across your cheeks, wiping away the tears even though his own nearly betrayed him.
You didn't hear the door open, but you heard Omega's voice ring out behind you.
"Is everything okay?"
You both looked at her, you smiled and nodded before opening your arm for her to join your hug.
She did without hesitation.
"Omega," Hunter began. "Remember how I asked if you'd be alright if there was another kid running around?"
She looked at him and nodded, but then her eyes widened in realization and she looked at you, then Hunter, and then back to you.
"You're not–"
"I am." More tears fell as she wrapped her arms around you.
"Congratulations!" Her smile widened as she looked at both of you. "I have to go tell Crosshair and Wrecker! They owe me ten credits each!"
She ran out the door before you could stop her and you looked at Hunter and shook your head.
"The whole island will know before long." You sighed.
"Yeah." He nodded.
"Are you ready?" You asked him cautiously.
He looked at you, thinking for a moment. "Honestly, I don't know. I mean, it's been a while since we've settled in here, but sometimes it still feels like the peace isn't going to last. I know that's just my own anxieties, but it's hard to shake the feeling, you know?"
You nodded and looked down. He put his arm around your shoulder and kissed your temple.
"But, we have each other through this. I won't let anything happen to you, or our kid. So I think I am. It helps knowing how much support they'll have when they get here. And how wonderful of a mother they're going to have."
You leaned into his chest. "And father."
You felt a laugh rumble from him. This was the next step for both of you, and it was a scary step to take, but despite Hunter's worries, you knew you were both ready to face this together.
sunshine/classmate!hunter x shy nerd/fem!reader 0.2k words
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Imagine sunshine/classmate!hunter befriending a shy nerd and eventually falls in love with her :(( he’d
✎ give you book recommendations after learning you like the same authors/genres, and loves reading them with you after your classes. But he’s not actually staring at the pages, he’s staring at you
✎ give you compliments in Thai, but will never tell you the actual meaning behind them. He’d also teach you a few words if you’re really curious, but ends up giggling like crazy when you call him handsome
✎ put his hands in your back pocket as you walk to and from classes. He would only do it if you’re comfortable, he just really loves the warmth, intimacy and closeness behind it
✎ wake up to you being the big spoon on a bus ride to a field trip. His head would be buried into your neck and although he has no idea how he got to this position, he loves it, please keep patting his hair please
✎ give you those k drama airport hugs. He went on a little family trip in Thailand and missed you dearly, running towards your body to pick you up and spin you around, giving you a big kiss before putting you back down on your feet. Wait.. what?
︴bonus! @sris-skies couldn't shut up about hunter so I had to write about it 🤷 also writing this instead of that yechan rq, I'm very sorry, once again
pairing: hunter x gn!reader (no y/n). reader has endearments.
description: hunter finds you unwell, so he tries his best to take care of you.
word count: 1,779
warnings: references to illness (fever, headache, coughing, sneezing, lethargy). but otherwise, it's soft hunter at his softest.
been writing much hunter lately! i'm not complaining! (but i will try and get some crosshair out next week)
i wrote this super quick for a twitter mutual <3 but i hope this brings comfort to anyone who's reading and sick. you deserve an attentive hunter looking after you.
also posted this on ao3. feedback is welcomed, reblogs are appreciated.
Hunter knew something wasn’t right as soon as he walked into the Marauder. He’d come back after leaving the rest of the squad at 79’s, deciding he wasn’t in the mood to go out, especially when you’d decided to stay back on the ship, citing a headache. He’d initially offered to stay back with you, but you’d waved him off, insisting he go out with his brothers since they rarely got time off and you’d hate it if he used that time to sit around with you on the ship.
“I’m just going to lay in bed and maybe fall asleep early. I’m feeling a little tired anyway. Very boring stuff. Go have fun, Hunter. You need it,” you had told him as you came out of the fresher, face washed and in the comfiest clothes you had – baggy pants and short-sleeved shirt that you’d stolen from one of Wrecker’s old civvie disguises.
He’d been apprehensive but had left with his brothers anyway, telling you to comm him if you needed anything.
It had barely been an hour when he’d told Crosshair he was leaving, and to keep an eye on the others. Not only was the club loud and overcrowded, but he also just wanted to be with you.
But when he stepped onto the Marauder, something felt off. He could feel it in the air, and the sound of uneven breaths made the hair on his arms prickle under his blacks. He walked further into the ship, calling your name softly when he heard sniffles and a cough.
“Cyare? Hey,” he said when he saw you lying in his bunk, covered in a blanket and looking much worse than when he left you. You were unwell; the headache had been a precursor to something more serious. You squinted up at him as his shadow covered your eyes. He crouched down next to you immediately and ran a hand over your hair gently. “Why didn’t you call me?”
You groaned but leaned into his touch. “You’re supposed to be out.”
“I’m glad I came back.” Hunter pressed the back of his gloved hand to your forehead. Even through the skin-tight fabric, he could feel you burning up. “You should’ve called me,” he chided, a frown etched into his brow.
“Didn’t want to bother you,” you muttered, pulling the blanket tighter under your chin, and coughing lightly again. Hunter grazed the back of his fingers against your cheek.
“You’re never a bother. Why would you think that?” he asked, shaking his head.
You just shrugged, then sneezed under the blanket. When you re-emerged, moaning in discomfort, Hunter gave your cheek another caress before he put his hands on his knees and stood up. “I’m getting you a cold towel for your head.”
“No, don’t go,” you weakly protested as he walked off to the fresher.
“I’ll just be a minute, love,” he said and went to rifle under the fresher sink for a small clean towel, cursing that he and his brothers weren’t tidier. Once he found one, he quickly wet it in cold water and wrung out the excess before walking back to the bunk. You cracked open your eyes when you heard his footsteps and twisted on your back as he crouched down again.
“Here,” he said softly as he placed the cold towel on your forehead, smoothing it down. You hummed before a shiver went through your body.
“Have you taken anything?” Hunter asked.
“A couple of pills when you guys left,” you told him, eyes drifting shut again. Hunter frowned. He wasn’t used to treating sick people. Clones rarely ever got sick, their immune systems engineered to withstand any illnesses. Any time he was treated for anything, it was for injuries, and Tech usually handled it.
But Hunter was your partner, in every sense of the word. He wanted to be there for you in any way he could. Not just as the leader of the squad, but as someone who loved you more than he thought he could ever love anyone.
He always took care of the people he loved.
So, he tried to remember what they’d learnt from their training modules as cadets, the ones that detailed nat-born illnesses and how to treat them if they ever encountered sick civilians.
Fever, sneezing, coughing, headache. Sounded like a flu-type sickness. Maybe you had picked it up on Felucia during their mission there a few days ago.
You’d already taken some medication, so he knew you wouldn’t be able to for the next few hours. He just had to try and make you comfortable and ease the symptoms of the fever as much as he could while the medication worked.
Hunter gently flipped the cool towel to the other side as he looked down at the blanket. “You need to keep cool, cyare. We don’t want the fever to get too high,” he hooked his fingers over the edge of the blanket. You made a sound of protest but ultimately let him remove the blanket, pushing it down to the end of the bunk. You shivered, but you looked up at him, eyes blinking at him. He’d never seen you look so helpless before, and he hated it. He cupped your jaw, skin still hot, thumb moving over your cheekbone.
“Where’s your water canteen?” he asked.
You nodded to the cockpit, and he went to go get it, filling it up on the way. He crouched beside you. “Can you sit up?”
You nodded and tried to move. Hunter grabbed the towel from your forehead before he placed a hand under your shoulder blades and held your arm to support the change in position, fixing the pillow behind you. You groaned, complaining about the heaviness in your body as you sat there. He looked at you, shoulders slumped forward, peaky expression on your face as you rubbed your eyes. Being sick looked miserable, and he wished he could take it from you and suffer with it himself, just so you didn’t have to. He unscrewed the canteen.
“Small sips, okay?” He held the lip of the canteen to your lips and the back of your head as you tilted back and took three small sips before Hunter pulled the canteen away. Some water dribbled down your lip and chin and he gently wiped it away with the pad of his thumb. You looked over at him, brows slanted down. You looked upset, which surprised him a little.
“What is it?” He asked, screwing the canteen shut again.
You made a noncommittal noise and slowly moved to lie down again. Hunter cradled your head as you guided it down to the pillow, removing his hand once you were fully down. He ran his hand over your hair again. He watched your eyes close slowly at the movement. He repeated it a few times, soothing you the only way he really knew how. He tried not to worry too much, but it was hard when you barely had the energy to look at him. He knew nat-borns slowly got better from illnesses such as these in a matter of days, and he would have Tech check you over once they all got back, but he didn’t like seeing you like this; eyes dull, skin clammy, body curled up. He just wanted you to get better sooner rather than later.
After a few moments, he picked up the now half-dry towel and said, “Gonna wet this again.”
He stood up and walked to the fresher, and when he came back, he placed the damp towel back on your forehead. As he pulled away, you grabbed his hand and cradled it to your chest, interlocking your fingers together and sighing. He smiled softly.
“Oh, ner cyare,” he whispered gently.
“I’m sorry, Hunter,” you croaked.
Hunter shook his head. “It’s nothing to be sorry for. You’re sick. It happens.”
“Not to you,” you scowled at his hand like it was to blame for his immunity to illness.
“Well, I can’t help that.” His mouth tilted up at the corner.
You fiddled with his fingers and traced lines down to his palms. “I just feel so helpless like this.”
“Lucky for you, I’m here now. I’ve got you,” he leaned forward and placed a gentle kiss on your temple. He lingered there for a second before he pulled away, his other hand coming to your cheek.
You looked up at him, pout on your lips. “I didn’t want to ruin your night out.”
Hunter caressed your cheek. “There was nothing to ruin. You’re my priority.”
“Still. I’m sorry,” you said before kissing his fingers.
Hunter shook his head. “Don’t worry about it.” He adjusted the towel and then fixed the pillow underneath your head, so it was better supporting your neck. “Do you feel like some food?” he asked. He wanted to feel useful to you, but he didn’t know what else he could offer right now.
You shook your head. “Just wanna sleep.”
“Then sleep, love,” he said, pulling his hand from yours and sitting on the floor next to the bunk, his back against the wall opposite, legs stretched out and the soles of his feet resting against the bunk frame. “I’ll be here.”
You watched him, mouth pressing into a line before you reached out to him and your voice said quietly, “Closer?”
Hunter smiled. “Hang on.”
He stood up and began to remove his armour. Piece by piece, he placed it in a pile on one of the chairs in the centre of the ship. Now only in his blacks, he made his way back to you. You opened your eyes again and smiled when you saw him in his underarmour. He crouched down.
“Shuffle over,” he whispered, and you obliged, moving slowly so your back was almost up against the wall. Hunter climbed in next to you, sitting up in case he needed to move out if you got too hot. Once he was situated, you shuffled closer, head resting against his thigh, eyes closed. You’d curled yourself in a ball, and Hunter looked down as he repositioned the cool towel on your head, making sure it was in the right place.
“Rest, cyare. I’m right here.” He stroked your head, then moved his hand down to your shoulder, rubbing his thumb there. You snuggled into the side of his leg, letting out a sigh.
“Love you,” you mumbled as you began to drift off to sleep.
He smiled down at you, his hand stilling as he rested his palm, so it cupped the curve of your shoulder and kept you close to him. “Love you.”
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Author's Note: Time for it to hit the fan a bit. Hunter's just not having a great time. At least he's trying? Oh boy. Remember, kids, when you’re faced with a difficult situation, you can pause and respond intentionally or you can react without thinking. 😉
Couldn’t resist releasing this one early. Happy Saturday!
THIS SONG IS THE PERFECT VIBE; I'd suggest starting it halfway through (I'll mark it below): David Guetta & Bebe Rexha - I'm Good (Blue) [Official Music Video] (youtube.com)
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Luci’s gigantic floppy hat nearly hit Hunter in the face for a third time as they made their way into the transport station. It was perched on the side of the island, with equal access to a small landing pad as well as docks below, providing passage by air or by sea depending on the destination. After purchasing their tickets, they wandered down the stairs to the boats, scanning the numbers to find the right one. There were only a few routes available – one to each of the nearby islands – and Plata was by far the most popular destination.
Wind ruffled his hair as the sound of engines grew louder, and Hunter looked up to see the shuttle coming in for landing. It was the same one he’d taken to Keytoll, and he squinted at it harshly as though the ship itself were to blame for all the strife he’d experienced. Something caught his eye, though, as it turned and settled onto the landing platform – a small tracking beacon stood out against the otherwise dull and dingy hull of the shuttle. The shiny little dome-shaped piece reflected the sunlight from its perch beneath one of the lateral wings, hidden to the casual onlooker. His brow furrowed, old habits kicking in as he wondered who put it there and for what reason. Hundreds of people had taken the shuttle to and from various places since he and Lyra had been on it; he was undoubtedly being paranoid to think it had something to do with them. But still…
“Time to go!” Luci’s bright voice called him back to the present as she took his arm and pulled him into motion. Her sundress fluttered in the breeze, and she entwined her fingers with his, coaxing him on with an affectionate gaze as they walked along the dock. They boarded the boat to Plata, tucked into some seats at the rear, and then they were off, skimming across the waves and leaving the weight of the world behind.
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“I am not wearing that!” Hunter laughed, giddy from a delicious dinner and the bottle of liquor they continued to share as they had returned to their hotel room. “You already got your way with the hair.”
“Come onnnn,” Luci insisted, waving at him like a flag. “You’ll fit right in.”
“I don’t want to fit in with that!” he protested, taking a swipe at it but missing as she jerked it out of his reach.
“Well then you can just go naked!”
“You would like that, wouldn’t you,” he said, slurring his words a tiny bit.
“I mean, yeah!” she giggled, throwing her hands in the air in surrender. “Okay, we’ll compromise. Just wear the shirt. Keep your stupid jeans.”
“It’s not even a shirt!” he complained, shaking his head with a dumb grin on his inebriated face.
“Just put it on so we can go,” she said, exasperated. She began to tug his shirt up and over his head, biting her lip at the way his hair scattered across his face once the shirt was free of his arms. A few fingers traced across his chest and stomach, and with just a look in those emerald eyes, he was drawn in for a kiss. When she released him, she pushed the “shirt” into his hands with a mischievous smile. “Go on.”
“This is beyond ridiculous,” He muttered, pulling it on and staring at her in disbelief.
“You look sexy!”
“I can’t…”
“Ssshhhhh,” she pressed a finger to his lips, then stepped back and took another swig from the liquor bottle before handing it to him. He followed suit, set it on the counter with a loud clank, then turned to look at the tiny mirror on the back of the hotel room door.
“Son of a Hutt…”
His reflection stared back at him, almost unrecognizable. He was mercifully still wearing a plain pair of jeans, but that was where the common garb ended. Luci had pulled the top half of his hair into two slightly crooked little tufts atop his head and, once they were secured with rubber bands, had tied his bandana in its usual place below them. The “shirt” she’d insisted on looked like a fishing net. In fact, he was fairly certain it was made from a fishing net. There was a faint sense, somewhere deep inside, that he was embarrassed, or should be embarrassed… But it was quieted as Luci spun him around to face her.
“Just relax and enjoy yourself.”
Fanart by @that-salmonberry-punk
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Music blared from each doorway they passed as they pushed through the crowds in downtown Plata. Much like Xylo, the island was small enough to have only one main town, but Plata was broad and flat, with tall buildings stacked neatly beside each other from end to end. It was tiny compared to Xylo, yet far more densely populated and full of art, culture, and nightlife. Luci’s outfit seemed as ridiculous as his own, and yet she strutted with full confidence. She’d opted for a pair of low-rise, baggy black pants with stripes down the sides and some kind of cropped moto jacket that hung open. Beneath that was just… underwear, as far as he could tell – a bright red bra and strappy thong that came up above the waistband of her pants that barely clung to her hips. But she’d insisted it was a proper outfit, and at that point he was a bit too tipsy to care.
She found an alleyway off the main street, pulling him into it and beaming at him from dewy, flushed cheeks. It was a warm and humid night, and the sheer number of people crammed into one area did nothing to help the claustrophobic vibe. But the temporary relief of quiet and darkness in the alley was a welcome reprieve, and Hunter exhaled, starting to run a hand through his hair before hitting the spiky little pigtails. Luci laughed, straightening them with playful little tugs, and she tickled his nipples where they poked out from his netted shirt.
“What the kriff are we doing?” Hunter muttered, eyelids rather heavy as he regarded her with rummy fondness.
“Having fun. Plain and simple,” she answered with a shrug, tugging her red top down a bit to plump up her cleavage. Hunter was overwhelmed as it were, and when she gave them an extra little jiggle, laughing at the way his eyebrows shot up, he was about ready to call it a night.
But Luci had other plans.
“I thought we might start the night off right…” she purred, biting her lip as her eyes roved from his recently-firmed abs to his broad, shapely chest. “If you’re interested…” He watched curiously as she produced a small capsule from her pocket, opening it to reveal some nondescript pills. “These are nifty little things… Basically, they bring you fully into the moment. It’s like you’re totally yourself, totally present… And you don’t remember any of it the next day.”
Hunter balked at that, jerking his chin down in scrutiny. “That sounds… scary.”
“Don’t you wish you could forget, sometimes?” she asked, somewhat profound all of a sudden. “To just press pause on all of life and enjoy each minute?”
“I mean, yeah, but not remembering…?”
“It doesn’t make you do anything crazy. I think it just releases who you are, at the core. Without inhibitions. Without all the pressures and expectations of everyone else. Just you… and me… and a night to be free.” She shrugged, taking a pill and showing him how it melted on her tongue. “You can try just one – it will just be mild… if you want.”
He watched her put another one into her mouth, feeling equally apprehensive and enticed. Out of the blue, Lyra’s face flashed across his mind, causing an immediate revolt from all his senses at once. Something inside of him felt odd, as though it were slashing through thick vines and roots to try to free itself. But it felt foreign, too… distinctly “other”. It was a tumultuous sensation, almost beyond his control, and he found that he did not like it one bit.
He took one of the pills, sniffing it out of habit before swallowing it without further question.
Luci smiled.
SONG TIME: David Guetta & Bebe Rexha - I'm Good (Blue) [Official Music Video] (youtube.com)
She pushed him until his back was flush against the wall, head spinning and heart racing. Her hands were heavy on his chest, his neck, his cheeks... She cupped his face with fervent desire, gazing affectionately into his eyes before closing her own, tilting her head, and pressing her lips to his.
Her hands began to roam again, stroking and caressing, pulling feelings and yearnings and urges from him that had been dormant for so long until she’d awakened them. An initial resistance welled up, adding to the constant confusion, but it was soon diminished beneath her passion as she kissed him again and again.
Heat flushed Hunter's body from head to toe, and he opened up to her, his fingers gripping her waist as he leaned in. A feminine, breathy sigh escaped her as the intensity grew, their faces pressed together, lips caressing and tugging. She opened her mouth more, sliding her tongue against his, and tingles coursed through his veins as he met her fervor with his own, squeezing his eyes tightly shut and losing himself to the ardor growing in his core. He didn’t notice the already-melting pills she’d moved from her mouth to his as she continued to ravish him.
She ran a hand up the back of his neck, digging it into his hair and tightening her grip, pulling back for a moment to regard him with unbridled lust. "You are so kriffing hot, you know that? Damn, the things I want to do to you..." she murmured, heavy-lidded eyes following the contour of his face as he opened his eyes to meet hers, smoldering with intensity.
A small smile curved her cheeks, and she bit her lip before leaning in again. He was reeling from the sheer overwhelm of it all -- her scent, her breath, her body, her sensuality, her uncomplicated want for him. This was what he'd wanted, wasn't it? Freedom from responsibility, freedom to pursue a future of his own, freedom to release the burden of every possible consequence and to simply enjoy life on life's terms...
Her hand slipped beneath his shirt, his muscles tensing against her touch and fanning the flame where her fingernails gently raked up toward his chest. Soft lips trailed to his jawbone, below his ear, down the side of his neck, setting him on fire inside and out. Hunter tilted his head away, feeling her consuming desire spreading through his own chest. He felt as though he were spinning in place; every taste, scent, touch, and sound was amplified and improved.
This was what he had wanted. This was the right choice.
Wasn't it?
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Fanart by @clownbloody
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Stairs, so many stairs. Luci’s voluptuous curves moving ahead of him in serpentine mystery. Loud music and flashing lights. The rhythm thumping inside his chest. Bodies jostling against one another, loose and free. Weaving through the crowd, laughter and liquor and sweat and salt all blending into the beat.
Deep green eyes finding his. Gentle arms around his neck. Her hips in his hands. Her breath and pulse melding into his. The music was what moved him; he was just a willing participant. Everyone was together and yet separate. Blending in seamless surrender to hedonistic folly.
He chased Luci along a side street, stumbling as people leapt out of the way. The cold night air burned his lungs, a sharp contrast to the heat radiating from his body until he plunged into water beside her. They floated on their backs in a large fountain, surrounded by music and laughter. Lights flashed from a nearby rooftop party, and the next thing he knew, they found themselves there.
A sparkling disco ball scattered beams of light across the area, refracting every color into splintered shards of rainbow on people’s faces, drinks, chests, and backs. A tall Twi’lek with a metallic gold dress slithered up behind Hunter as Luci was grinding against his front, his hands on her hips as his head tilted back, and the strong green body pressed against his back, swaying in perfect time. Luci glanced back, laughing in delirious joy, and reached her arms over her head, red curls scattering everywhere as she lost herself in the music.
He pressed her against the wall in the hallway, jostled by people making their way to and from the refreshers. Her lips were hot and heavy on his neck, hands pulling his waist ever closer, until she paused for a moment, pulling back to regard him with a suddenly serious expression. Tears in her eyes, a frown on her lips. He bent his head down, touching the side of his face to hers, and she whispered in his ear.
“Sometimes it all just feels so empty.”
And then she was on him again, coaxing sensations that threatened to overtake him.
Small red lamps glowed on each table in the center of each booth in the dimly-lit room. It was a temporary reprieve from the jam-packed chaos of the streets and clubs, and the food tasted like nothing he’d ever had before. The textures of each bite came alive in his mouth, flavors combining effortlessly – sweet and spicy, savory and tart… Luci climbed into his lap, banging the table as she straddled him. She held up a piece of cheesy bread in her fingers, inviting him to eat it from her hand, which he immediately did. With a giggle, she buried her hands in his hair, tugging it free from the pigtails, and bent over him to bring her mouth to his.
The rest of the night was a blur.
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This man just accepts it. Omega did this 100%.
I stole the inspo for his hair from this post by @raevulsix 😂
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