#hunter x reader

[candiyaa]

You call them 'Handsome'

Pairing : Gon ; Killua ; Kurapika ; Leorio ; Illumi and Hisoka x gn!reader

CONTENT WARNING ⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 : None ?

𝐆𝐎𝐍 𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐂𝐒

*blink*

He's the type to whip his head around to see if it was directed at someone else.

"Me!"

He’ll scratch his head, embarrassed 

"Ah…you really think so !?"

He genuinely doesn’t think about his appearance.

It'll sink in hours later mid-conversation lol

"…Handsome means good-looking, right?"

He's not used to that kind of compliments.

But a smile stays on his face throughout the whole day!

That bby he would certainly blush !!

"Thank you… "

He’ll treasure it.

And return the compliment ofc it’s Gon we’re talking about!

The moment those words leave your lips, they stay in his mind like a gift in his memory, just kept for him.

He won’t brag about it.

Well... maybe just to Killua. Just to tease him…

He’ll treasure it silently.

"You’re really nice-looking too!"

𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐔𝐀 𝐙𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐘𝐂𝐊

"HUH?"

He says, raising an eyebrow.

He definitely heard that, but he’s just... frozen. 

Then it clicks.

"Why would you say that!"

He’ll face away hiding his blush, hands in pockets feigning nonchalance. 

"What does it have to do with anything? Stop speaking nonsense!"

Oh you broke him (that cutieeee)

"Tch… don’t say that again."

No thank-yous. No nothing.

He’ll pretend to go help Gon with something. 

But internally he’s shaken. 

He checks his reflection later.

Not because he believes you, but because he’s confused.

He stares at himself and mutters, wondering.

"...Handsome, huh..."

Then looks away fast.

He’ll eventually thank you, but Killua's still our nonchalant boy, so he wouldn’t say it directly while looking at you.

He’ll just pass by muttering a small "Thank you…i guess."

So long after that, you’d already forgotten you complimented him.

But on his side tho… he didn’t forget.

In fact, it stayed stuck in his head the entire day until he found the courage to address it again. 

"Oh! Killua what happened to you? You’re red. Did someone slap y- "I AM NOT !"

𝐋𝐄𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐎 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐎

"HA!????"

He thinks he misheard.

Blushing ++

He asks you to repeat it once.

Then twice just to hear you say it again!

"You guys heard that, right ? I’m HANDSOMEE!"

OH THAT MAN WILL BRAG ABT IT FOR SUREE 

He's straightening his suit, laughing, and oh he’s loud again.

A smile so big it nearly reaches his ears lol 

"Ah… about time you noticed. I was losing hope in you, hehe."

He thinks he’s worldwide handsome now.

And he’ll argue about it with ANYONE. (yh even Jin)

*sigh* "Being handsome has its cost though, you know…"

Dramatic "main character" moment is it…?

Deep down, it made him very happy.

He probably replays it in his head. It touched him very deeply, especially coming from you. 

Though, he won’t stop bragging about it, even days later…

He genuinely gaslights himself into thinking it boosted his confidence for interviews lol.

"Clearly it's working. I radiate charisma."

Someone need to tell him to stop...

"Guess I’ll have to live up to that reputation now."

𝐊𝐔𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐈𝐊𝐀 𝐊𝐔𝐑𝐔𝐓𝐀

"Oh…"

He blinks looking at you.

He also thinks he misheard, but then it clicks. 

His eyes don’t leave you. He doesn't answer yet but he's observing, processing your words.

He’s INTERNALLY PANICKING not knowing how to react, his expression betrays nothing, as he's still processing.

But a dangerous blush creeps onto his cheeks.

So much so that you think he might just explode.

His eyes flash scarlet for a split second.

Not from anger but from emotional overload.

He’d be embarrassed if you noticed.

Then he abruptly looks away.

"I’m the only one in front of you, so…I’m assuming it’s directed at me ?"

He avoids your gaze for some time, just to look back in your eyes again.

Polite nod.

"Thank you…I’ve never been told this before. Y…You’re pretty too."

He gives you a genuine smile.

And just like Gon, he treasures it deeply. 

For someone that never really cared about appearence, today it mattered.

"Beauty is subjective. Yet... they said it so naturally about me..."

𝑰𝑳𝑳𝑼𝑴𝑰 𝒁𝑶𝑳𝑫𝒀𝑪𝑲

"..."

He stares. 

Staring. Completely still. 

Those unnerving, hollow, doll-like eyes stay fixed on you, as if swallowing the light around you. 

He stares so long you start to lose hope of getting any reaction out of him. 

Then he speaks, in that same detached tone, yet surprisingly pleasant voice.

"Hmm…interesting. Usually people don’t live enough to compliment me."

Then he stares again. 

"You’re bold. But that comment was unnecessary. Do I look like I needed it ?"

He turns on his heels, those luscious long hair swaying as he walks away. 

No thank-yous. Nothing.

Then he comes to a stop. 

He doesn’t even turn to look at you properly, if not only shooting a glance over his shoulder. 

"Theoretically…you’re not bad to look at either."

And with that he’s gone. 

Yes he said "theoretically"… 

"Be careful saying things like that. Someone might misunderstand your intentions."

𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐊𝐀 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐎𝐖

(I swear he’s just Doma’s  long lost distant cousin in my mind) 

"...?"

He raises an eyebrow.

But that cunning smile is already curling on his lips.

"Continue…"

He’s already licking his lips…

"Handsome you say…~ ? How flattering, especially coming from a flower like you."

He gradually gets closer to you before you even realize it.

"I can show you even fancier things…"

Run. Just run.

You’re on his radar now. 

He thinks of you as a potential ‘something’ now, less like another face in the crowd. 

"And what else do you see, hmm…~" 

You got yourself into that reader, I ain’t saving you from him…😔

Later he’ll casually appear again.

"You still think I'm handsome ?"

Not insecure. Curious, taunting, if not interested.

He wants to know if you meant it, or if you’re easily swayed.

Good luck getting rid of him now! 

"Don’t flee now~ You were so bold earlier."

⋆˚✿˖° Hiii yes I know…SURPRISING RIGHT ?? No worries tho I’m just adding HxH as fandoms I’m writing for BUT I’ll keep writing for Demon Slayer! So no, all the requests that haven’t been uploaded yet are not gone to waste! I’m just re-watching HxH these days and I JUST HAD TO WRITE FOR THEM! So YES if you’re still wondering I’ll start writing for both DS and HxH now !! So please feel free to flood my asks with your HxH requests bc I have ideas!! Apologies for misspellings or grammar mistakes! Sending lots of love, xoxo. ⋆˚✿˖°

[keiosity]

Ovulation day | The Bad Batch

SUMMARY: They notice you've been staring at them, being more touchy, and lingering more than usual. It's not long until they realize why.

CONTENT: Established relationships, explicit sexual content, piv sex, oral sex, semi-public sex, hints of breeding kink from Hunter and Wrecker ;))

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HUNTER

Hunter will immediately KNOW what's happening, nothing escapes his enhanced senses.

Especially when you've been lingering around him the entire day, eyes fixated on every part of his body, meeting his gaze with a dark heated look that screams i need you right now. You were ovulating, and Maker he'd be lying if he said it didn't turn him on too. He could smell it from you—the changes in your body, the scent of your hormones calling out to him, the subtle waft of your arousal every time you rub your legs, how you look at him like he's a piece of meat—it drives him absolutely insane.

So, taking pity on his girl, he came up behind you and leaned down so he could whisper in your ear. Go home and get ready. He almost laughed at how fast you stood up from your seat and marched away, leaving the rest of his brothers confused at your sudden departure. They must've thought you were upset. Good, saves him the time and privacy. And now here he was—holding you down on your bed with your ass pulled up high, large hands on your hips to pull you back against him, and your face buried in your pillows to muffle your sounds.

He could've been more gentle with you, especially now that your body was sensitive—not to mention fertile—but something told Hunter gentle wasn't what you needed right now. You needed him hard, rough, and deep. You were sobbing for it, and he could only oblige his sweet girl's wishes. It's what your body wanted too, after all—to be filled by his spend and do it over, and over, and over again until you're completely satisfied. And who was he to deny that?

“Is this what you want?” Hunter snaps his hips faster, groaning at the sensation of your walls clenching around him. “Been thinking about it too. Could smell you all day. Driving me crazy with those eyes and smell. Next time, just ask. I'd give it to you, mesh'la. Give you this—”

He thrusted again, deeper, pulling another loud moan out of you. “—for as long as you want. All day. All night. I'd take care of you, sweet girl.”

He smiled at the way you tried to meet his thrusts, pushing back against him for more, moaning his name to spur him to go harder. He did, flipping you over so you faced him and hitching your legs around his hips, before he began another brutal pace that has you crying out and sobbing. Hunter only kisses your tears away, shushing your babbling in gentle murmurs—the opposite to his rough thrusts.

“I'll fill you up, mesh'la. Won't stop until you're round and swollen with me.”

ECHO

Echo is honestly the perfect lover. Thoughtful, caring, and deeply understanding.

He's incredibly sweet to you, always making sure your well-being is perfect and advising you to tell him immediately if there's something wrong. He's all about communication and trust, which makes you love him. Especially now that you're on your first day of ovulation, seeing him be so attentive and nurturing lights an insatiable heat within you. He knew everything about you—your quirks, habits, tell-tales, favorite things, dislikes—so, he should've known this day would come. He just didn't expect it to come sooner.

You'd never forget the look on his face when you suddenly pulled him inside an empty storage compartment, snickering at his wide-eyed stare, before you locked the door behind him. Echo immediately picked up on what was happening, flushing for a moment as he tried to ask you if this was okay. But he didn't get any answer except for the sight of you dropping on your knees, peering up at him through your lashes, and giving him that wicked smile that knocked the air out of his lungs.

Echo didn't need to be told twice. He was already clumsily fumbling with his armor, then dropped his codpiece on the ground, and pulled himself out—half-hard and throbbing—while you impatiently tugged his blacks down to expose more. And when you grasped him, Echo already knew he wouldn't survive this. He'd walk right out of this compartment utterly wrecked and ruined. But he didn't mind it. His girl can have whatever she wants right now, and if you want him like this, he's all yours.

So, Echo gathers your hair in his other hand and leans back against the wall. Go on, cyar'ika. Take what you want. Oh, you did. You took him down and deep like you've been starving for it. You kept praising him for how he's been so good to you, how you wanted to thank him, how irresistible he looks when he's concerned. And Echo was left grunting and covering his mouth using his scomp through every praise and suck.

But just before he could come, you pulled away from him and stood up. Shoving your pants and underwear down, turning around so you face the opposite wall, and bending over while tossing him a dark look over your shoulder. Echo didn't think twice—he placed a hand on your spine, his scomp against your hip, gently nudged your feet apart, and lined himself up against you.

“Greedy little thing.” You heard him laugh from behind, before you felt him push inside with an agonizing pace, filling you up perfectly with every inch of his girth. “Both hands on the wall. Just be quiet for me. Okay, cyar'ika?”

TECH

Tech has your Ovarian cycle catalogued ever since your first intimate moment with him.

Now, he's perfectly aware of each phase your body goes through every month. He'd let you pester him during his work, bring him food and drinks when you're in your follicular phase because apparently that makes you happy. He'd spend time with you during your luteal phase, returning the acts of service to nourish your needs through those times. And in time of your menstrual phase, he'll be even more gentle and soft around you.

But between the follicular and luteal phase was the one variable he always could never be prepared for. He should be able to predict it, at least, anticipate when it will happen. But compared to the other phases, this phase was entirely unpredictable. Thankfully, he understood how your body by now. The moment your heat signature rises to a certain degree, the way your heartbeat quickens faster than normal, and the sight of your skin flushed and glowing told him enough.

All signs leading to your Ovulation phase. And during this phase, you were more. . . demanding with your needs. So, Tech wasn't even surprised when you knocked his datapad off his hands and tugged him towards the cockpit where you sealed yourselves inside for the remainder of the day.

“Ahhh—oh, stars. Are you sure you don't—ahhh—want to be more gentle, my dear?” Tech gritted out through clenched teeth, grasping your hips to ground himself while you rode him on his pilot seat. “Oh, kriff. No, you don't. That's—ahhh—fine. I'll document this for next ti—”

He didn't even get to finish his sentence as you crashed your lips on his, muffling his surprised gasp. Oh, of course. How could he forget? Sometimes, you disliked it when he began rambling during these acts. Especially during this phase of your cycle. And so, Tech adjusted his goggles and shifted in his seat.

Very well, then.

He didn't give you time to adjust, before he tightened his grip on your hips and started thrusting up. You cried out, both in pleasure and relief, meeting his thrusts with every downward grind—wrapping your arms around his neck and burrowing your face on his shoulder.

“That's it, my dear. Let go. Do not stop. Don't.”

CROSSHAIR

Oh, Crosshair's gonna be onto you the moment he catches your stare and sees the hungry glint in your eyes.

It wouldn't take him long to know you're in that phase, his favorite one, and he will rile you up on purpose. Because why not? It's more fun that way. A challenge to see who's going to give in first. He'd intentionally drop his voice and slow his words when talking to you, flex his fingers around his rifle while he cleans it, lets out more noises when he stretches or trains, and shifts his toothpick around with his tongue—making sure you see and hear everything.

His touch lingers on your body when he pats your hip or squeezes your thigh. He uses his height to tower over your frame when he corners you and whispers all the filthy things he knew would get you all hot and bothered. And he'd always have that infuriating smirk on his lips when he sees the frustration on your face the moment he pulls away and walks off like nothing happened.

But it's all part of his plan. The moment you decide enough is when he'll claim victory. And the moment he catches your stare, come here right now or else, and he's already following close behind you still wearing that infamous grin that makes your blood boil and race at the same time. If you thought he was a tease before, he's much worse once in private.

Because he knows all the right buttons to press. The right pace—torturously slow—to have you squirming in frustration. The patterns he'd draw between your legs to have them shaking. All the sensitive spots on your body he knew would make you more desperate. He exploits all of them while he takes you against a wall, hidden from the public but risky enough for someone to catch you.

One hand on your mouth, the other gripping your hip, back arched as he thrusts into you from behind. Rough, deep, and punishing. You're already panting and drooling in his palm, while he's keeping his own noises down through strained groans and grunts.

“So desperate,” his voice slithers between your ears raggedly. “Not even ashamed we're out here. Need me that badly, huh? Well, you have me now. And you'll have more later when we get home.”

WRECKER

Now, Wrecker is a little more dense when it comes to these things.

You have to let him know each time because he could mistake your wandering gaze and lingering touches as genuine affection. And he's a pretty physical guy himself, he'd see those gestures as something normal and he'd return them equally. So, whenever your ovulation phase comes around, you'd have to tap his arm and give him a look specifically for him to understand alone. Or if that doesn't work still, you'd gesture to him to lean down so you could whisper in his unscarred ear—can we get out of here?

Which is usually his cue to know you need him, and you wanted to be as far away as possible from others. His eyes would go wide, starts nodding furiously once he puts the pieces together. It never fails to amuse you every time when he starts to fumble out an excuse to others. Then, you'd pull him away while he's wearing a giddy grin that stretches so far on his face.

The next moment, he's sighing in relief as you sink down on his massive length—already throbbing and leaking the moment you stripped down to your underwear and pushed it aside to straddle him. His energy switches every phase. Sometimes he's rough and fast, carried away by adrenaline and the thrill of someone finding the two of you here. Other times, he lets you lead the pace. And right now, he's letting you take control.

“Love it when you're like this,” Wrecker groans out, then curses when you clench around him. “Kriff—so wet and warm. Take your time, sweetheart. This one's all yours. Just wanna watch you come on my cock.”

He sits back and watches you struggle against him, grinning up at you as he helps you move by holding your hips and letting you grind back and forth. His hands would wander all over your body, always praising and talking you through it. That's it, pretty girl. Have all of me. I'm right here. You need this badly, huh? Not going anywhere, just take it slow. I'll stuff you full later. Fill you up nice and slow.

And once you finally come, Wrecker grins and switches up.

The first time was on your own pace. Now, he gets to have his fun.

[peacheebaba]

TBB X F!Reader feeling them up from behind

Warnings: Suggestive but that's about it. A/N: So...I know these aren't requests butttt I just am a greedy person who loves to treat myself so what can I say? Requests are still coming, I'm just stumped on a few so please bear with me.

Hunter

Hunter can sense your body heat before you even wrap your arms around him, and he chuckles lightly as you squeeze him tightly, breasts pressing into his back. "What are you up to?" He asks, jolting as your hands slip past the hem of his shirt, wandering along his stomach and sliding up towards his chest teasingly. He can feel the vibrations of your laughter in the expanse of his shoulder, and he's about to turn around when you abruptly pull away, patting him lightly on the ass and leaving the scene as quickly as you came.

Wrecker

Your arms just barely wrap around Wreckers waist, and he giggles softly as you squeeze him tightly from behind. He pats your hands, curiously raising a brow as he looks at you over his shoulder. "Its cute when you do that, baby...but what exactly are you doing?" You answer him by slipping your fingers in his waistband, fingers brushing against the soft hairs of his happy trail as you playfully tease him just right above where he's most sensitive. He grunts before grabbing your hands and twirling you around, pulling you into his chest as he settles his hands against your ass and squeezes tightly.

Tech

Tech leans back in his pilot seat as your arms wrap around his shoulders, soft lips pressing into his cheek in what is a sweet and completely innocent manner. He types a few notes on his data pad from the last mission, barely noticing the way your hands rub his shoulders before drifting lower towards his chest. Its only when your palms encompass his chest, softly squeezing and groping the flesh there, that he finally sets his data pad on his knee and turns to look at you. "Are you...massaging my pectoralis major?" "Man boobs, Tech." "Uh, no. That is incorrect."

Crosshair

Its nothing new to Crosshair when he feels your hands slide up and down the sides of his waist, before curling around his front and settling on his stomach. He's wiping down his rifle, breathing in sync with yours as you press your chest up against his backside, nose nuzzling into the curve of his spine needily. His lips quirk up, thinking he has you beat as your continue your desperate ministrations for his attention, until he feels a sharp nip through his blacks and he yelps, almost dropping his rifle. "What the fuck--did you just bite me?" He whips around, but you detach yourself from him quickly, darting down the Marauder as the echoes of your laughter follow.

Echo

Echo is slowly awoken by the feeling of smooth hands cascading up his shirt, fingers pressing into his abdomen, poking and prodding at his pale, warm skin. He can feel your nose nuzzling further into the crook of his neck, a soft exhale tickling his ear as you continue your tour around his stomach, oblivious to the fact that he's awake. And he would've let you continue, if your fingers didn't brush against his nipples and he was forced to grip your wrists. "I know what you're trying to do," he says, voice raspy and deep. "...just a pinch?" "No."

[tanobatcher]

my bad batch headcanons: aftercare

afab reader warnings: sexual content

hunter always needs a few minutes to settle his senses after sex, and it's like the calm after the storm. the wilder and rougher he is, the more overstimulated he gets, and you're right there with him as he collapses his whole body weight on top of you and shudders through his orgasm, groaning deeply in your ear. you hold him to your chest and stroke the back of his head, lazily combing your fingers through his hair, messy from all your tugging. his hard and fast pants come down as he listens to your heartbeat, and you quietly breathe through your post-sex high together. but once he's pulled himself together again, he's back to his caretaker mode. he kisses you slowly, sucking on your bottom lip while untangling himself from your embrace, and presses another kiss to your forehead. "fuck, you did so good. stay right here for me, yeah?" he murmurs, his voice scratchy and hoarse from the moans still echoing through this room. it smells like sex everywhere, and he's almost drunk off this additive as he wipes the soreness between your legs with a warm towel, eyeing the marks and red spots he left behind. his calloused fingertips smooth over your legs, dancing like the twinkle in his eyes. "think we should take it easy next time," he chuckles. you smile deviously and prop yourself up on your elbows. "you worry too much," you tell him. he climbs forward in the bed until he's caging you into another messy, sloppy kiss full of tongue, smirking against your lips. "had a feeling you'd say that."

tech would never label himself as a romantic, but his aftercare says otherwise. he finishes inside of you with a sharp gasp, easing out of his thrusts until he's completely still, pressing his damp forehead to your skin. you're left seeing stars, so freshly fucked that you barely register his lips against yours as he whispers, "just a moment, darling." it's not like you could go anywhere anyway, and he'd be lying if he said it didn't tug on his ego to see your legs completely weak after he's through with you. this is a man who likes being good at things, but also knows he's good at them, too. he runs a bath for you and then carries you toward it, careful as he sets your naked body down in the warm, bubbly water that immediately sinks into all the places he's left you sore and aching. you sigh and lean back, watching him crouch down at the side with a hand brushing through the bathtub to check the temperature. his expression is as neutral as always, but there's a slight blush across his cheeks, the sheepish afterglow he wears adorably. you catch his hand under the water and lace your fingers together. he looks at you. "you're not gonna join me?" you tease, and he clears his throat, somehow nervous after literally wrecking you in bed. "would you like me to?" he asks. "of course." you lean forward and tug on his wrist, bringing your faces closer together. "i promise i'll behave..." you continue. he smiles. "oh, i'm not concerned about that."

wrecker is all about cuddles, cuddles, and more cuddles. he loves being lazy after sex, and it's ironic how a man of his energy—especially while fucking you—just completely flops with exhaustion as soon as he pulls out. but maybe it's because he goes so hard and long that he ends up burying his face in your chest, lightly dozing off already. "mm, you're so soft," he mumbles, "fucking love your tits." he sucks on your nipples and swirls his tongue around the bud, only pausing when you laugh softly and tell him, "wrecker, i have to clean up..." he glances up, suddenly a little more awake. "huh? oh, yeah..." he scoops you up in his arms and brings you to the bathroom, eyebrows furrowed in concentration as he drops to his knees and wipes you between your legs, around your body, trying to be as gentle as possible. at one point, he stops and sighs, wrapping his arms around your legs to hug you close. "what's wrong?" you ask. he shakes his head, which rubs his nose against your skin. "nothin', just wanna hold you." your eyes soften. "i'll be out in a minute, and you can hold me all you want." but funnily enough, when he goes back to bed and you remerge from the bathroom, you find him snoring away. and still, as you crawl under the covers beside him, he drapes a heavy arm around your waist and pulls you against him, nuzzling into your embrace with no intention of letting go.

crosshair teases you for not being able to walk properly and uses your lack of energy as an excuse to take care of you. "guess you're stuck with me," he hums with a cocky smirk, but he truly wouldn't have it any other way. anything you try to do yourself like getting a glass of water, hobbling to the bathroom to wash up, putting your clothes back on, he does it for you. he especially enjoys dressing you after sex because he has the power to give you his clothes—a sight he'll never get tired of. the loose fit over your figure, the mess of your hair, the sleepiness in your smile. you have his effect all over you as you rest against his chest, slipping in and out of consciousness while his hands smooth over the top of your head, caressing you to the inevitable slumber that always comes after having sex with him. he knows it's definitely not easy or sweet most of the time, and he thinks about how good you took all that he gave you as he drags his thumb over the tear-streaked corners of your eyes, still damp from the way you cried out and clung to him, begging for orgasm after orgasm. he kisses your forehead and slowly massages your inner thighs, just overall being gentle with you to soothe the soreness you'll feel tomorrow morning. "asleep already?" he hums under his breath. "mmm?" you mumble, and he smiles softly. "never mind..."

echo loves the skinship that comes after sex. he might even enjoy it more than the sex itself. it's more than the touching of your naked bodies—it's the balance between your ability to have fun with each other while being deeply vulnerable. you lie on your sides, and he gazes into your eyes, tracing your face slowly. the room is silent other than your synced breathing, until you whisper, "what are you thinking about?" he kisses you between your eyes and lets his lips rest there, not quite pulling back. "thinking about you," he answers. his voice rumbles deeply with sincerity, but the confession is soft like the way your bodies fold together, not sexually but still intimately. your hand skims down the side of his jaw, leaving goosebumps in the wake of your caress as he continues, "what are you thinking about?" you pretend to think about it with a teasing "hmm" sound under your breath before saying, "well, i am kinda hungry..." and he chuckles, pressing his face into yours closer. you feel him everywhere, even still inside you as the pressure between your legs becomes sore, but his laughter easily consumes your body with a warmth nothing else can replace. "you think you're funny, huh?" he teases in a low tone and squeezes your waist, starting the beginning of a lazy playfight you already know he'll let you win.

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[cassadix]

Hunter NSFW alphabet

Tech version Crosshair version

Star Wars Masterlist

A/N: This one is FILTHY, you guys. Seriously. I'm so obsessed with this man it's not even funny.

Anyway, posting this early and two posts today. May the fourth be with you 🫶

Warnings: NSFW, sexual content, minors do not interact, etc ‼️personal opinions‼️

Word count: 1792

Reblogs are very appreciated, since it helps my posts reach more people and motivates me to continue writing 🫶

Okay, here's the thing. He's a gentleman. He WANTS to give you aftercare. But the reality is, he's an absolute MESS after sex. Think absolutely out of it for at least half an hour, if not more. It's due to his hightened senses. So it'll probably be you giving him aftercare — or at least leading it — not the other way around.

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His favourite part on himself is his hair, if that counts. He loves when you pull him by it, of course, but he's also generally just proud of it.

On you, he loves your smile. It sounds cliche but it has a way of cheering him up even when he's tired and sad. Secretly, though, he also absolutely LOVES your ass. When you put on some shorts during a hot day on Pabu, his brain literally short-circuted. His jaw was on the floor. Crosshair still teases him about it.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Anywhere you'll let him. Though he prefers coming inside you or on your chest/stomach. He might also secretly want to cum on your face but he's a gentleman and he won't bring it up out of fear of you taking it as him wanting to degrade you.

He also LOVES your cum. He has a slight oral fixation (see K=kink) and one of his favourite sexual activities is going down on you/sucking you off. He'll lick and swallow every last drop. If you're afab, he also loves it when you squirt.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He's obsessed with marking you. It's strong and primal for him. He's obsessed with smelling himself on you (see: K=kink). Though you'll probably have to figure out most of his kinks on your own cause he's a bit scared you'll find him disgusting.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He knows what he's doing, in theory. But he has no practical experience with anything other than his hand. He wanted to, don't get me wrong. But he learned early on that sex leaves him very defensless and vulnerable due to his heightened senses so he never really trusted anyone before you enough to let go like that.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

He prefers positions where you're on top, since he can fully let himself go (without worrying he'll fall on you from overstimulation)

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He's not opposed to making jokes but it's rare he'll crack one. It's usually him letting out a breathless chuckle at something you say. He's usually too overhelmed to think of anything, his mind is on you and you alone.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He keeps it trimmed to a very specific lenght. Not short enough to not be there completely — since it itches when he shaves it fully and it starts to grow again — but pretty short. It's a sensory thing. When it does grow out sometimes on long missions, it's surprisingly straight. Not FULLY straight but there's definitly no curls there.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Depends on the situation. More often than not, though, he'll be way more romantic after he comes down from the high. HOWEVER, if his focus that night is solely on you and your pleasure, he'll be the biggest romantic and gentleman.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Rarely. Not because he doesn't have needs but because it's rare he gets enough time to himself without the risk of one of his brothers walking in on him. If he has the required privacy, he'll rub one out a few times a week but not every day. Usually as a way to relieve stress or because you're away and he's thinking about you *wink wink*.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Scent kink. If you're dirty and don't shower for a while and your scent is purely YOU, no artificial smells, just the smell of your skin, dirt and sweat? Oh, he's a goner. Sensory depravation, but only if he REALLY trusts you, as that usually sends him into blind panic otherwise. Edging/orgasm denial. Hair pulling. Just generally messing with his senses. If you do any of the messing with senses, though, he'll be exhausted, will need a lot of aftercare, and will probably only last one round. It'll be worth it, though.

Blindfolding/gagging/restraining you with his bandana. It surprises even him but when you happen to call him "Sarge" once during sex, he literally cums right then and there. Knife play. Oral fixation. Period sex. Maybe even a bit of watersports/omorashi for the sensation + marking aspect. Did I mention he loves to mark you with his cum? Yeah. And perhaps a biiiit of a breeding kink. He's generally into the more natural and primal things. Can you tell he's one of my favourites by how many kinks I put in here? Lmao

Like I mentioned before, he's a bit worried you'll be disgusted if he brings any of it up, so although he might mention the edging, hair pulling, bandana, and such things, you'll have to figure out the more "nasty" ones yourself.

Oh, and he's totally a switch.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Your bedroom. Or any private room, for that matter. But ACTUALLY private and at least temporarily yours, since he'll need a bit to come back from the high.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Your scent. You wearing shorts. You using his bandana to tie your hair (if you have it). You calling him "seargant". You in your armour. You straddling him/restraining him during training. You giving out orders. You.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Anything that could hurt you. Also age play and daddy kink. It weirds him out. And nothing with sensory overstimulation. He gets that for free, no need for trying.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He'll never turn down a good old blowjob but he definitly prefers giving. Just burying his face in your pussy/ass and eating you out or sucking your dick with his nose buried in your pubes. The taste, the smell, he loves everything about it.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

That highly depends on the mood. He can be fast and rough, but sometimes a certain mood will hit and he'll want to properly worship you and make love to you rather than fuck you.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Quickies are unfortunately off the table due to his sensory issues. The long time it takes him to come back to himself kinda defeats the entire purpose.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He's open to try literally anything except for the few things I've mentioned above. It's hard to put him off. However, he'll never do anything risky in the terms of your shared health. And he won't do anything in public, or even semi-public. Or at least he won't be on the receiving end. He doesn't mind pleasuring you in semi-public/risky places, but it'd be dangerous for him to do due to — again — his senses.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

At first, he'll shoot FAST. This man has no experience and super heightened senses. The first time he'll probably cum in his pants like before you even properly touch him. And he'll be out of it for a while. He'll be super embarrassed and apologectic after. And he'll definitly make it up to you. His heightened senses also help him stay in tune with your body so he'll know exactly what you need and he will be AMAZING at giving you pleasure from the very beggining, despite his lack of experience. With time, he'll learn to last longer and he'll usually last just slightly shorter than he would've with normal senses.

He can go for a few rounds, too. His refractory period is pretty short. Though if you go for more than one or two rounds, he'll be EXHAUSTED afterwards. So it's reserved for special ocassions. He does always make sure you cum at least three or four times though, if not more.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He's open to toys. He's confident enough in his skills that he doesn't feel threatened by you suggesting toys. But he won't suggest it himself. Not because he's opposed to it, but simply because he just wouldn't think of it.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He doesn't really have the patience to tease you, to be honest. It's more likely you'll be teasing him than the other way around.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Oh, he is LOUD. Think a lot of pathetic noises like whimpers, loud moaning, but also some low grunts and even some screaming (especially during orgasms). He's got a wiiide range of sounds. Not only due to his senses but also because with you he can finally fully let go. He'll be especially loud when you dom him. He's also surprisingly — or not — good at dirty talk.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

This is a common headcanon but his tattoo is not only on his face. I'll just leave this here.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Okay, so for this one I might have analyzed a bunch of pictures and gifs from later seasons when he had THOSE PANTS and his bulge was showing. Yea, I did it. Sue me. (Example for reference)

I think he packs good 7 inches and he's fairly girthy, just enough to stretch you well but not enough to hurt.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Pretty high at the beggining. He has a looot pent up. Especially since he essentialy needs a longer period of privacy to jerk off and he doesn't get that with his brothers. With time, though, it'll go down to pretty average. It'll still be very easy to get him riled up, though.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Usually he's really exhausted but it takes him a bit to wind down and get his senses under control.

[marshiesfics]

Falling in Love with the Members of The Bad Batch Headcanons

Hunter

Falling in love with Hunter happens so gradually that you don’t realize it’s happened until you’re already hopelessly gone for him. It starts with the way he always seems aware of where you are, how he’s unconsciously positioning himself between you and danger, checking that you’ve eaten, quietly making sure you have a place to sleep after long missions. Hunter isn’t naturally expressive with his feelings, but he’s attentive in a way that makes you feel cherished. You notice how his eyes immediately search for you when he enters a room and how his shoulders visibly relax when he realizes you’re safe. The moment you truly fall is probably during a quiet evening around a campfire. Everyone else is asleep, and for once Hunter isn’t carrying the weight of leadership on his shoulders. He’s smiling softly, telling you stories about his brothers, and you realize that he’s showing you the parts of himself he rarely lets anyone see. Loving Hunter means falling for his strength, but staying because of his gentleness. Beneath the soldier is a man who desperately wants a home and people to protect, and once you’re part of that circle, he’ll love you with unwavering devotion.

Wrecker

Falling in love with Wrecker is like being caught in a tidal wave of warmth and laughter. At first, you think he’s simply the team’s lovable bruise, the guy who breaks things, tells terrible jokes, and gets excited over snacks. But then you start noticing the little things. The way he carefully picks flowers he thinks you’ll like despite his massive hands. The way he immediately notices when you’re sad and tries everything he can to make you smile. Wrecker has one of the biggest hearts you’ll ever encounter, and loving him feels safe. You fall for him during moments when nobody else is paying attention, when he gently helps a child after a mission, when he wraps a blanket around your shoulders because he noticed you were cold, or when he proudly remembers something small you mentioned weeks ago. His affection is never complicated. If Wrecker loves you, you’ll know it. He’ll look at you like you’re the best thing in the galaxy, and every day he’ll choose to make your life brighter. Being loved by him means never doubting your worth because he’ll remind you constantly.

Tech

Falling in love with Tech sneaks up on you. At first, you find him fascinating but difficult to read. He speaks with precise logic, spends hours buried in data, and often misses social cues that everyone else catches. Yet somehow, the more time you spend around him, the more you begin to understand him. You realize that every fact he shares is an attempt to include you in his world. Every correction isn’t criticism, it’s his way of communicating. You fall hardest when you notice how much he actually pays attention. Tech remembers everything. Your favorite drink. The stories you’ve told him. The exact date of conversations you’d forgotten yourself. He starts creating little gadgets that make your daily life easier and presents them as if they’re no big deal. Then one day you realize he’s been quietly caring for you all along. Loving Tech means understanding that his affection isn’t always spoken aloud. It’s hidden in solved problems, thoughtful observations, and the way he automatically factors your happiness into every calculation he makes. His love is deliberate, intelligent, and incredibly sincere.

Echo

Falling in love with Echo is deeply emotional because so much of his life has been marked by loss. At first, he’s guarded and cautious. He’s spent years rebuilding himself after unimaginable trauma, and trust doesn’t come easily anymore. But as you get closer, he begins letting you see the man behind the cybernetics and soldier training. Echo possesses an incredible amount of empathy because he understands suffering better than most people. He listens carefully when you talk and never dismisses your feelings. You fall for him during quiet conversations late at night when everyone else is asleep. The two of you sit together under unfamiliar stars, sharing fears and hopes neither of you tell anyone else. Echo makes you feel seen in a way that’s almost overwhelming. He understands loneliness, grief, and resilience. Loving him means loving someone who has survived so much and still chooses kindness. When Echo finally trusts you enough to lean on you emotionally, it feels like one of the greatest honors imaginable.

Crosshair

Falling in love with Crosshair is by far the most complicated. It begins with irritation more than affection. He’s blunt, sarcastic, and seems determined to keep everyone at arm’s length. Most people eventually stop trying to get close to him. You don’t. Slowly, almost reluctantly, Crosshair starts tolerating your presence. Then he starts seeking it out. You notice him sitting beside you during long flights. You notice him listening when you speak, even when he pretends not to care. Crosshair is not a man who wears his heart openly. Every tiny gesture means something. A spare blanket left where you’ll find it. A weapon maintenance tip given without explanation. The way his gaze follows you during missions to ensure you’re safe. Falling for him happens when you realize how fiercely loyal he is beneath all those walls. Crosshair has spent his entire life expecting disappointment, so when he finally lets himself love someone, it’s terrifying for him. His affection is quiet, protective, and incredibly intense. Loving Crosshair means earning trust that few people ever receive, and once you have it, he becomes someone who would walk through fire for you without hesitation.

Falling in Love with All of Them

One of the most beautiful parts of loving someone in Clone Force 99 is that you never just gain one person, you gain a family. Hunter watches over you. Wrecker treats you like his favorite person in the galaxy. Tech includes you in everything he’s passionate about. Echo becomes your closest confidant. Even Crosshair, in his own stubborn way, starts viewing you as one of his people. Before you know it, you’ve become part of something larger than yourself: a found family built from loyalty, resilience, and unconditional love. And somehow, that’s almost as wonderful as falling in love itself.

[mouwriter]

aa hi!! i've been reading your tbb x medic reader thoughts, and i absolutely devoured them!! You write them perfectly!! may i request the bad batch, or especially Crosshair and Tech, being protective of the reader, maybe when a reg, or someone else, flirts with her, or maybe won't leave her alone? no worries if this doesn't strike your fancy!! :D have a wonderful day!

AWAA I HAVE HAD A CLINICAL CASE OF WRITERS BLOCK... BUT THIS......

i love this trope, so thank you for this request!!

wc: 1.3k

protective... (tbb x reader)

characters: tech, crosshair, echo, wrecker, hunter

It was a slow night at 79’s; you wouldn’t have had it any other way. A clone bar was pretty far from your typical scene, but it was the only bar on Coruscant that you knew had decent drinks.

It wasn’t really the “scene” of your… friends, if they could be called that, either. They were clones, yes, but not normal ones. 

To most? Ten times more prickly, with an air of superiority about them that made them intolerable to other clones. But to you? There weren’t a set of clones in the galaxy you’d rather be spending an evening with.

They’d just gotten back from a mission, and considering it was rare that you were all on the same planet at once… you’d taken the opportunity to invite them out. Well, it was actually Wrecker who invited you here, but you’d mentioned wanting to get together.

You were laughing off your second drink now, losing it over another stupid joke Hunter made. Or, more specifically, at the way Crosshair glared at him for saying it.

“You guys up for round three?” You quirked an eyebrow at the table. 

“That even a question?” Wrecker grinned, already standing up. But you held a hand up, insisting on getting everyone’s drinks. They seemed reluctant to watch you go alone, but… the bar was mostly empty at this hour. 

They shared a look: what could go wrong? 

And so you left the booth, taking a seat at the bar and listing off their orders, plus your own, like second nature. 

The bartending droid got to work, and you relaxed a bit against the bar, a light smile curving your lips. 

“Well, aren’t you a pretty thing.”

You turned your head. There was a clone a couple seats away from you at the bar, nursing a half-empty drink you doubted was his first. Your smile faltered for a second before transforming into a more polite one. You nodded respectfully, trying to make it obvious you weren’t interested in conversation.

He didn’t take the hint. He stood up from his seat, abandoning his drink to lean against the bar right next to you.

“Ah… enjoying your night, soldier?” you tried, laughing awkwardly.

His face twisted in consideration as he shrugged. “Eh. Little quiet. Little boring.” Then his gaze flicked to you, and he grinned. “Until now. Haven’t seen you around here before.”

“Oh, yeah, uh… not my typical joint.”

“Figured. You look like you should be somewhere much nicer, little lady.”

Was that supposed to be a compliment? You just laughed again, shifting in your seat. The bartending droid was done with three of the six drinks you needed.

“You here all alone?” 

“No, I’m here with friends.” An apologetic smile accompanied your response. You were hoping that would be enough to get him away. “They’re just sitting at a booth over there.”

He didn’t look. “Well, you’re alone right now.” 

Another uncomfortable laugh left you, and you looked at the droid almost desperately. Work faster, you goddamn—

“I’ll keep you company, if you don’t mind…” His hand slid across the bar towards your crossed arms resting on the counter, and you quickly sat up straight, intertwining your fingers tightly in your lap.

“No, that’s okay. I’ll probably be… you know. Walking away in a second.” Take the hint, dude. 

“Oh, but your friends can wait a few minutes, can’t they? I don’t think I’m ready to watch a pretty girl like you get away so soon.” He smiled, chuckling softly. 

You just narrowed your eyes, no longer smiling as you desperately stared at the drinks on the platter. Five drinks. Just one more…

Your head was jerked back to look at the clone when he grabbed your chin, laughing at your startled expression. “You’ve got gorgeous eyes. Very expressive.”

“Excuse me,” a (thankfully) familiar voice chirped on your other side. “Can you make that Fire Dancer a double shot?” He’d been addressing the droid, but from his sharp tone… he was probably taking a jab at the clone, too.

The clone’s grip on your chin loosened just enough for you to turn your head. Tech was drumming his fingers on the bar on your other side, looking directly at the clone out of the corner of his eye.

“I don’t think she’s interested,” he deadpanned, expression unreadable.

The clone’s face twitched. “Hey… you’re one of those bad batchers,” he sneered. “Why don’t you go back to whatever corner you’re hiding in, and stop trying to act like you know everything?”

“I’ve got a better idea for you.” A sharp voice, low and gravelly, sliced the air. You turned again to see Crosshair standing behind the clone, one arm braced on the bar to box him between you and Crosshair.

“Get it through your head that she’s. Not. Interested,” he drawled, narrowing his eyes in that glare that was eerily similar to his sniping abilities—precise, intentional, and deadly.

Tech was leaning over your shoulder, trying to read a serial number printed on the clone’s armor. “CT-3889,” he read. “I’ll remember that.”

“What, are you gonna report me?” The clone snorted.

“Report? Oh, no. I can think of things that are worse than reporting. And easier, too.” He nodded, accepting his drink from the bartending droid. 

“... You’re bluffing,” the clone narrowed his eyes, glancing once at Crosshair behind him.

“You wanna find out?” Crosshair practically hissed.

The droid set a platter on the bar with the other five drinks you needed, and just as soon as it hit the surface, CT-3889 was up and gone, grumbling curses under his breath.

“... I don’t like that guy.” Crosshair narrowed his eyes, never letting his gaze leave the trooper once until he was out of the establishment. Then he looked at you, examining your face closely. “He touched you.” 

You blinked. Watching them scare that guy off… you almost forgot that you were a part of this whole ordeal. “Oh. Uh…”

“Is he finally gone?” Echo drawled, eyeing the door carefully as he stepped closer. Hunter and Wrecker were behind him.

“If I ever see that guy on Kamino…” Wrecker snarled, cracking his knuckles irritably, “I’m gonna—”

“You’re not gonna do anything,” Hunter warned him. Then he looked at you. “Are you alright?”

“I was going to ask that,” Tech interjected quietly, taking a sip of his drink.

“You guys. I’m fine,” you almost had to laugh. Almost. “He was just…” you gestured vaguely. You didn’t want to say anything nice, but saying something mean would make it seem like you weren’t fine. Which, to be fair, you sort of weren’t. 

“Insufferable,” Crosshair grumbled, picking up his own drink to throw it back.

“Ugly,” Wrecker added, then guffawed. That got you to laugh, too.

“Bothering you.” Tech said finally, and you nodded. He hummed. “Well then. I’m glad I intervened.”

“We shouldn’t have let you go off on your own,” Hunter said, almost apologetically. 

“Yeah, regs can be…” Echo made a face, gesturing to the door. “... Like that.”

“And you guys are so much better,” you teased, putting your hands on your hips. “You probably scared that guy all the way back to his incubation chamber.”

Crosshair snorted. “Good.” After a slow sip of his drink, he just shook his head, almost imperceptibly. “I’d never stoop that low.”

“Wouldn’t you, now?” You raised an eyebrow, smirking. 

Crosshair matched your grin. “Why would I harass some lady at a bar when I’ve already got you?”

Wrecker burst out laughing; a contagious sound. Soon you were all chuckling into your drinks again, but in those silent breaths between more jokes and stories…

You let yourself feel a little lighter. From what Crosshair said (and from how the boys were still eyeing the other bargoers suspiciously)... you had a feeling you wouldn’t have to worry about “suitors” like that again for a long time.

YIPPEEE it feels so good to write again... please send in more requests my darlings! I love the sillies,,

[crosshairsbabygirl9904]

The Bad Batch When You Want Their Attention (HEADCANNONS)

Individual Bad Batch members x GN reader

Warnings: None, pure fluffy cloudsss, comfort, sweetness

not proof read lol it’s 3am 🥲😅

Headers by @moosgraphics 💖

HUNTER

Hunter sits on the floor of the Marauder, leaning his back against the cool bulkhead with a datapad balanced on his knee, deeply concentrated on sorting through the squad's supply logistics. His brow is furrowed, and his entire posture carries the heavy, tense weight of a stressed out leader. You don’t say a word to disrupt the silence at first. Instead, you simply walk over, slide yourself right under his arm, and tuck your head perfectly beneath his chin, wrapping your arms around his torso like a koala.

He freezes for a fraction of a second, completely caught off guard by the sudden weight, before a massive, soft sigh escapes his chest. You look up, resting your chin on his chest, and murmur softly,

 "Hunter, I want your attention."

Hunter moves the datapad onto the workbench next to him, his heavy, armored arm instantly wraps securely around your shoulders to pull you flush against him. Because of his enhanced senses, your sudden presence completely grounds him. He buries his face into your hair, breathing you in deeply, and begins making an incredibly soft, rhythmic humming sound in his throat, trait he only ever displays when he is one hundred percent relaxed.

"The datapad can wait," he whispers, his gravelly voice dropping to a soothing, private register as he presses a soft kiss to the crown of your head. "You're much more important to me, cyare.” He gently rubs his thumb against your arm, completely content to stay frozen in that exact position for hours just to keep you comfortable.

TECH

Tech is completely in his element at his workbench, goggles securely on and wires spilling across the table as he hyper focuses on fixing a broken terminal interface. His fingers move at lightning speed across the keys while he mumbles rapid calculations to himself, totally lost in his own world. You walk up directly behind his chair, lean over his shoulder, and gently rest your chin right on top of his head. When his typing doesn't stop, you take your hands and softly cup his face from behind, your fingers resting right over the strap of his goggles.

"Tech, I want your attention," you say softly, your voice cutting through his frantic muttering.

His hands instantly hover over the keyboard as a bright, geometric pink flush creeps up his neck and spreads across his cheeks. "I am currently handling live electrical currents, which makes this specific positioning highly illogical and potentially hazardous," he squeaks out, though he makes absolutely no effort to move away from your touch. The second you gently nuzzle his hair, he lets out a defeated little huff, carefully powers down his datapad, and pushes his goggles up onto his forehead.

Turning his chair around to face you, he grabs you by the waist and pulls you right into his lap, burying his face in your neck. "If you required companionship, you merely had to state the parameters," he murmurs, his voice dropping to an incredibly soft, shy register as his heart beats a mile a minute against your chest. "I will always adjust my schedule for you. The terminal interface is a fixed variable and your presence is... significantly more time-sensitive."

CROSSHAIR

Crosshair is lounging lazily on his bunk, chewing on a toothpick while staring blankly at the ceiling of the hold. He looks entirely unapproachable, radiating his usual cynical aura that effectively keeps the rest of the galaxy at a distance. You completely ignore the invisible barrier, climbing onto the narrow mattress and crawling right over his long legs until you lie down flat on top of his chest like a human blanket, resting your chin on his sternum.

You look straight up at him and say clearly, "Crosshair, I want your attention."

The toothpick immediately stops moving between his lips, and he rolls his eyes dramatically while letting out a small, possessive smirk. "You are incredibly needy today," he mutters, his voice a low, lazy drawl that lacks any real bite. He pretends to be annoyed by the disruption, but his large hands immediately find their way to your waist, tightening their grip to pull you up until your face is perfectly level with his.

He plucks the toothpick out of his mouth, tosses it onto a nearby shelf, and uses his long, steady fingers to gently tuck a stray piece of hair behind your ear. "Fine," he whispers, another tiny smirk forming on his lips as his thumb lingers to trace your cheekbone with uncharacteristic gentleness. "You win. But if you're going to use me as a mattress, you're trapped." He rolls over just enough to tuck you securely against his side, wrapping his long limbs over you completely so you can't escape even if you wanted to, before resting his chin on your head and closing his eyes.

WRECKER

Wrecker is sitting cross legged on his bunk, happily sewing a loose patch onto Lula while humming a loud, clunky clone marching cadence. He is absolutely bursting with physical energy, completely occupied with his favorite tooka doll. You walk directly into his line of sight, tug gently on the hem of his tank top, and open your arms wide.

You give him the absolute highest concentration of puppy-dog eyes you can muster and say, "Wrecker, I want your attention."

His eyes go wide as saucers, and he instantly drops everything he is holding. Lula falls to the floor and his sewing kit rattles against the frame, as a massive, radiant grin splits across his face. "CUDDLE TIME?!" he booms out at the top of his lungs. He immediately catches himself, clapping both hands over his mouth with a guilty look to ensure the noise didn't scare you, before whispering loudly, "I mean... cuddle time?"

He scoops you up into the biggest, warmest bear hug in the galaxy, lifting your feet completely off the deck and spinning you around once in the air before falling backward onto his bunk with you safely tucked on top of his chest. He acts like a walking radiator, making you feel like you've been wrapped in a heated blanket fresh out of the dryer. He reaches down to tuck Lula right between the two of you, rocking you gently from side to side. "You're the best, you know that?" he beams, wrapping his massive arms securely around your back. "We're staying like this forever! No one's allowed to wake us up!"

ECHO

Echo is standing near the cockpit threshold, intently reviewing tactical flight maps on a datapad in full soldier mode, his posture perfectly straight and serious as he checks off standard maintenance protocols. You walk up to his side, slide your fingers into his human hand, and gently interlock them.

You lightly tap a quiet cadence against the cool metal plating of his prosthetic arm, look up at him, and whisper, "Echo, I want your attention."

He blinks rapidly, his highly trained tactical brain completely short-circuiting at the sudden sensation. He looks down at your joined fingers, then up at your face, his cheeks turning a lovely shade of crimson in the dim lighting of the ship. "I... I was just completing the perimeter logs," he stammers, but the datapad is shut off instantly and clipped to his belt anyway as he squeezes your human hand back with an incredibly tender, protective grip.

He leads you over to the main bench, sits down, and pulls you right into his side. Because he is always a little self-conscious about his cybernetics, it completely melts his defenses when you take his prosthetic arm and comfortably rest it over your shoulder, showing him you love every single part of him. He leans his head against yours, letting out a soft, contented breath he didn't know he was holding. "I was getting tired of looking at those maps anyway," he admits softly, his thumb gently rubbing over your knuckles. "Thank you for stopping me. I'd much rather focus on you."